the flames opposite the others.
There was some whispering then the crunching of footsteps as they moved around the camp and I felt the three of them coming up behind us a minute later. Being stalked by the Night Keepers set my pulse pounding and I was vividly reminded of the way they’d held court as kings of Everlake Prep, punishing those who deserved their wrath. Monsters born to devour monsters.
Saint’s hand ran down my spine in a fluid motion, applying pressure to make me bend over half way. Kyan shoved Monroe over less seductively and rammed his crotch against his ass, dry humping him and making Nash curse.
“Take it like a good little slut,” Kyan joked and Monroe moved to stand up, but Blake shoved him down by the shoulders.
Kyan stepped away, laughing obnoxiously and adrenaline injected into my blood from that all-too-familiar sound. It always preceded him being an evil bastard.
Saint’s hand slid around my waist, unbuttoning my pants and shimmying them down with my panties to expose my ass. I bit my lip on a gasp, not wanting him to know I was fazed. I glanced over as Nash cursed, finding Kyan doing the same to him and wondering what the hell they had planned.
“You guys are fucked up, you know that right?” Monroe growled.
“You’re just as fucked in the head, Nash,” Blake said, a grin in his voice. “You just prefer being on the side where the power lies.”
“The game is this,” Saint announced sharply to get everyone’s attention. “We will place pinecones between your ass cheeks and the first one of you to drop one loses.”
“Hang on, she’s got a lot more cheek to hold on with,” Nash complained and I burst out laughing.
“You’ve got two slabs of muscle for ass cheeks so I dunno what you’re complaining about, Nash,” I tossed back and he chuckled. “What’s the prize for winning?”
“Loser goes down on the winner,” Saint said without hesitation. “And as a sweetener for you, siren, if you win the rest of us will take turns going down on you too.”
“Err, fuck yes,” I agreed instantly. “You’re going down, Nash. Literally.”
Monroe barked a laugh, looking pretty excited about the prospect of winning now too. “Alright, game on,” he said.
Saint placed his hand on my lower back, parting my cheeks with his fingers and positioning a pinecone at the top. “You’ve got this, Tatum,” he said seriously which just made it all the more funny.
“Hey, that’s favouritism,” Nash growled competitively and I snorted. “You’ve got the King of OCD putting your cones in, you’re gonna have an advantage.”
“Don’t worry, brother, I’ll get yours in nice and deep,” Kyan promised and Nash swore loudly as he shoved one between his cheeks.
I started laughing, losing it as Saint place another one between my butt cheeks. The prickly little thing was uncomfortable as shit, but I still planned on winning this game.
“Stop laughing, you’ll drop them,” Saint hissed, spanking the side of my thigh and I swallowed a moan as the pain flickered through my flesh and turned to pleasure. Was putting pinecones between your ass cheeks and being spanked by the Devil a kink? Because if it was, it was definitely one of mine. I really was as messed up as these beasts.
“How many has she got in now?” Nash asked.
“Five,” Saint announced as he slotted another one in place and the pinch of pain made me shift from one foot to the other.
“Ha, Nash’s got six,” Blake announced.
“Hurry up Saint,” I encouraged and he chuckled.
“Enjoying this, aren’t you?” he taunted then added another. “Alright, that’s enough, let them stand with their asses to the heat of the fire and see how long they can last without dropping one.”
Saint moved away and the fire instantly washed over my exposed ass, making my skin start to tingle.
“Why’s this turning me on?” Blake muttered to himself.
“Because everything turns you on when it comes to Tatum,” Saint said simply.
“Oh yeah,” Blake said with a snort.
“Jesus that fire is fucking hot,” Monroe hissed.
“That’s kinda the way of fires,” Kyan taunted. “Oh by the way Saint, you see that nice juicy left ass cheek of Tatum’s?”
“Mmm?” Saint questioned suspiciously.
“We’ve decided that’s where she’ll be getting her squid tattoo,” Kyan said and I held back a snigger.
“That had better be a joke,” Saint said icily.
“It’s not,” I played along. “I just feel like it’s so personal to me and I want its meaning branded on me forever.”
“Which is?” Saint hissed.
“You know what it is,”