Page 12 of Bleed the Shadows
I bit my lip. Back the way I came where I might run into one of the teams of masked men in the Hunt? Or forward toward the girl’s voice, even though I could have sworn I’d heard male voices too?
I hesitated, then started forward.
The girls and I were on the same side. If one of them was up ahead, she was either alone or already claimed, in which case I was safer.
Safer than taking my chances going back the way I’d come.
I approached the intersection, looked both ways — and spotted the source of the voices.
One of the girls — a girl with blue hair and a nose ring — was ass naked and chained to the tunnel wall, blood smeared across her forehead and cheeks.
But unlike the girl I’d come across in the first Hunt, this girl wasn’t alone.
The team in bird masks surrounded her, one of them standing next to her and sucking on her neck, another on the other side of her, sucking on her tit. The third bird man knelt at her feet, his face buried between her thighs, eating her pussy with a vengeance.
And the girl might have been chained to the wall, but she wasn’t complaining.
Her head was tipped back against the stone wall of the tunnel, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the guy between her thighs shoved his fingers inside her while he ate her out.
The bird men were shirtless, and there was something wicked and primal about the sight of them in their masks, licking and sucking at the flesh of the naked girl in chains. The redlight cast an eerie glow over their bodies and the whole scene felt otherworldly, like I’d landed in some kind of fucked-up storybook porno.
The bird man sucking the girl’s tit lifted his head to look at me. “Oh look, it’s the Butchers’ girl.”
The other one removed his mouth from the girl’s neck. His dark eyes glittered from behind the bird mask. “Want to play, Butchers’ girl?”
“Fuck that,” the first one said, fondling the girl’s tit while he stared at me from across the tunnel. “I’d like to keep my balls, thank you very much.”
The blue-haired girl barely seemed to register my presence, her eyes feverish as the third bird man continued lapping at her pussy like a thirsty animal.
“Run along then, Butchers’ girl,” the first one said. “Unless you want us to call for them.”
This time I didn’t hesitate. The blue-haired girl clearly wasn’t in any kind of distress, unless you counted an impending orgasm as distress, and although I had no way of knowing how close the Butchers were, I wasn’t going to risk having the bird men call out for them.
I headed the other way, the sound of the girl’s moans growing more distant behind me.
I tried to focus on putting as much distance between myself and the bird men as I could, but the truth was, I was kind of hot and bothered. It wasn’t that I wanted the bird men to chain me to the wall and have their way with me: it was that I instantly imagined myself in the same position with the Butchers.
It was all too easy to imagine myself stripped and chained to the wall, Bram eating my pussy while Poe and Remy claimed the rest of my body with their fingers, their mouths, their tongues.
I hated the fact that wet heat rushed to my cunt at the thought.
I should not still want them — especially Bram — and I definitely shouldn’t want them to strip me and chain me to a wall where anyone walking past could see them taking possession of my body.
I forced myself to rally some resolve. My arousal at the thought of the Butchers fucking me was all the proof I needed that this time, I had to win the Hunt.
Because I wasn’t sure I’d survive another three months with them, not without handing them my body — and my heart — on a silver platter to do with as they pleased.
And that just wasn’t an option.
10
POE
Almost four hourshad passed when we came upon the Hawks working over the blue-haired girl from the holding room. They could have taken her home — she was already marked with their blood and wearing their collar — but I wasn’t surprised they were having their fun in the tunnel first.
The Hawks liked the tunnels.
The girl was naked and chained to the wall, Hawk balls deep inside her, Viggo and Jagger sucking on her tits. The girl’s head lolled to one side as she moaned and gasped with each of Hawk’s thrusts.
