Page 38 of Savage Stalkers
I reach her apartment door and carefully slide the spare key into the lock. The apartment is dark, and I creep down the hallway toward her room, my mask’s purple glow lighting the way.
Her door is slightly ajar, and I spot her silhouette by the window. I push the door open and step inside, the glow of my mask announcing my presence. She turns, and even in the darkness, I can see the way her breath catches.
“Hello, pumpkin,” I say, not bothering with the voice distorter now that she knows it’s us.
Behind me, Kain fills the doorway, and a moment later, Silas appears from the other side of the room. I bet he was in her closet, the dramatic bastard.
Skye looks between the three of us, but she’s not shrinking away or running.
“You cut the power,” she says, her voice not giving anything away.
“We did,” Kain says from the doorway.
Silas steps closer to her. “We gave you a week?—”
“And you’re still here,” I finish, moving to block her path to the door. Not that she seems inclined to use it.
She swallows hard, her eyes darting between us. “The card said you were here to collect what’s yours.”
“Are you?” Silas asks. “Ours?”
The question hangs in the air.
“There’s no chase tonight.” Kain’s voice is firm and final. “No games, no running, no pretending this is just a fantasy. We’re here to claim what belongs to us.”
“The question is,” I say, tilting my head as I study her face, “are you going to fight us? Or are you going to admit you want this as much as we do?”
“I read the card,” she says.
The three of us close in slowly.
“Last chance, pumpkin,” I murmur. “Say no, and we will walk away. You’ll never see us again.”
“Don’t you dare walk away,” she whispers. “I choose you. All of you. I choose this.”
And with her words, the week of waiting, of uncertainty, of pretending we could let her go... ends. Finally.
She’s ours now. Completely and utterly ours. And we’re never letting her go again.
“But I have one—no, two requests,” she says, making all three of us pause. Then Kain circles her, stopping at her back, and leans in.
“And what are they, little obsession?” Kain growls.
“One is that we are all together, with no masks tonight. I want to know this is real and not some game.”
“Do you want to watch me fuck, little obsession? I’ll fuck one of them until he forgets his name, and you can watch every second.” Kain responds without hesitation, and Skye shivers at his words.
I smirk at how she wants us to know that all of us being together is okay with her. That we don’t need to focus solely on her, that she respects our relationship. But Kain loves to push things further, to maintain control and not be vulnerable.
We remove our masks, but leave them turned on, lighting the room with a purple glow.
Kain moves toward Silas and grabs him by the back of the neck, while I roll the computer chair closer, then drop into it and hold out my hand. “Come here, pumpkin.”
She hesitates for half a second, then moves between my legs. I grab her waist and pull her down onto my lap.
“Spread them,” I murmur, placing my hands on her thighs. She shifts her knees open wider, and I slide my hand under her dress. I drag two fingers slowly up her cotton-covered pussy, pressing just hard enough to make her hips twitch.
Kain shoves Silas forward until his hands land on the arm rests on either side of her, pushing the chair back hard against the desk behind us.
