When I glance up at Reaper, his smirk says he knows exactly what I’m doing, but he’s allowing it for his own reasons. Our eyes meet in a moment of perfect understanding. He laces his fingers together behind his head, not doing anything to guide me. Just allowing me to prove myself.
Okay, yeah, that’s hot as fuck.
I pick up my pace, giving him everything I have. It’s messy work, but that just makes me enjoy it all the more. This man is going to come, and I’m going to make it happen.
“There you go, love,” he murmurs. “Almost there.”
It’s honestly kind of sweet that he’s giving me a chance to do anything but swallow him down when he orgasms. I’m angry enough at Casimir to make a mess of myself with Reaper’s come, but I want to enjoy the play party without starting out sticky.
He exhales sharply, and that’s the only further warning I get. I suck harder, swallowing as he comes down my throat. I give him one last long suck before I ease off his cock and arch my brows at him. “Well?”
He laughs and smoothly tucks his cock back into his pants. “You know you’ve done well, you little brat.” He offers his hand, and I allow him to lift me to my feet. He brushes a light kiss to my knuckles. “Don’t get too settled in. The main event starts soon.”
“Perfect.”
He looks at Casimir without dropping my hand. “And you. If you harm a single one of my guests, I’m going to take it rather personally.”
Casimir grunts. It’s not words, but it seems to be enough for Reaper. He drops my hand and waves me past him. “You’re going to enjoy yourself immensely tonight, love.”
I have every intention of doing so. And if it makes Casimir choke in the process . . . all the better.
“Are you happy now?”
I don’t look at Casimir as I slide past two people making out. “Not even a little.”
“Ruby.”
Even as I tell myself not to, I glance over my shoulder at him. He’s banked his obvious fury at Reaper’s antics, but there’s a deep heat in his pale eyes that makes me quiver. I lick my lips. “What?”
He grabs my hips and spins me around, one hand shifting to the small of my back and pulling me against his chest. It’s a smooth move, so smooth that I don’t have a chance to push back. Or that’s what I tell myself as I find myself pressed against his heat. I plant my hands on his chest, fully intending to shove him away, but the command gets lost somewhere between my brain and fingers.
Casimir digs his other hand into my hair and presses me harder against him. He brings me so close that the rubies of my collar bite into my skin the same way they must be biting into his. “Let’s get one thing straight.”
“Can’t wait.”
He makes that sexy snarling sound against my lips. “No matter who you fuck and suck tonight, it’s at my will.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” My voice is too breathy, but he’s unraveling right in front of me, and it feeds my recklessness, gasoline to my fire.
He nips my bottom lip, hard enough to make me gasp. “My will, baby. So have fun tonight, because when you’re done playing, we’re going back to that room and I’m reclaiming every bit of you that you’re all too happy to give away to others.”
This isn’t him threatening to murder anyone I touch. This is different. This is . . . even hotter.
I press on his chest, and he allows me to walk him backward to an open chair behind him. Casimir sinks smoothly, and I follow, straddling him. His cock is hard against my bare pussy, and I can’t help rolling my hips a little as I lean down to speak directly in his ear. “I’m going to fuck so many people tonight. You’re going to have a lot of reclaiming to do, baby. Though you can’t give away what was never yours.”
“You were mine from the moment I saw you, Ruby.” He grabs my ass and grinds me against him. I’m so wet from sucking Reaper’s cock in front of him. So fucking wet and aching and . . . He rubs me up and down the length of his cock, the seam of his pants hitting right there.
Now’s the time to do something, to put him in his place, but the haze of need muddies my thoughts. “No,” I whisper.
“Yes.” He keeps me moving at that pace, his eyes hard and hot. “No one makes you come as hard as I do. No one fucks you like I do.” Casimir leans in, his breath ghosting against the shell of my ear as he keeps winding me tighter and tighter. “And no one knows what a vicious little monster you are the way I do. I’ve spent two years knowing you. You’re selfish and petty, smart and savvy. Downright fucking wicked, baby. If you ever get out of your own way, you’re going to be one hell of a leader for that fucking territory.”
“Casimir.” I don’t know if I’m telling him to stop or to keep going. I can’t think. “Please.”
“Take what you need, baby.”
I frantically reach between us to get his pants undone, even as I tell myself not to give him the satisfaction. I just get my fist wrapped around his length when Reaper’s voice cuts through the room.
“Time to play, friends. The game tonight is a hunt, but we’re doing things my way.” A chorus of laughs slams me back into myself.
What am I doing? I had every intention of making Casimir pay for everything he’s done, but the first chance I get, I’m about to be bouncing on his cock again. I shove off him and yank my robe shut. I’m not even sure when it came undone.
For his part, he smirks and does his pants back up. The only indication that he’s as affected as me is his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his pants . . . against the wet spot of my desire.
Meanwhile, Reaper is still speaking, projecting to every corner of the room without him raising his voice. “Participation is not required, of course, but those who want to play will choose to be predator . . . or prey. Prey flees. Predators pursue. And if a predator catches their prey, they can have their filthy way with them. For this game, we’ll follow the tried-and-true safe words. ‘Red’ means stop. ‘Yellow’ is a pause. Understood?”
Again, people murmur in assent. He has us all captivated. The man truly does know how to work a crowd.
He grins. “And what’s a game without a prize? Whichever predator brings me the best offering will win a favor of their choosing.”
“What do you mean by ‘best,’ Reaper?” someone calls from the back of the room.
His grin widens. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” He spreads his arms. “Prey will get a five-minute head start. If you want to play foxes to our hounds, come to me now.”
Participation may not be required, but if I stay here, I’m going to end up fucking Casimir again and likely not receive any answers.
Besides, when am I going to get another chance to play a game like this? Fleeing strangers who will hold me down and fuck me if they catch me? Playing kinky games without having to worry about seeing a family member participating?
I’m not missing this for anything.
14
The rules of the game are simple enough: Stay on the grounds. The participating prey have a five-minute head start, and then the predators will come hunting. Reaper will stay here with those who aren’t interested in this flavor of game.
Us prey gather near him at the arched doorway. The ones in heels are taking off their shoes, but I have no shoes to speak of. Or clothes, for that matter. The collar hardly counts, and the robe will be easy enough to get past when I’m caught.