Marked (Primal Obsessions #2) - Cara Wylde Page 0,27

best cocksucker. Why not? I could be his. I could get used to a man looking at me like that, like he couldn’t control himself around me, like my mouth was the source of his pleasure. I could even do it willingly… he wouldn’t need to tie me up. Fuck! Fuck, I wanted to reach a hand to my pussy and stroke myself.

I was his weakness. The idea was so hot. I was getting him undone, and I was the only one who could and ever would do it like this. I welcomed the cum, I swallowed it with greed and gratitude. It was my reward for a job well done, and his grin was the promise of a repeat scenario. He wiped my chin, gathering every bit of cum left, and I sucked his fingers with the same enthusiasm I’d just sucked his cock.

“Good girl,” he said.

I watched him pull his pants back on, and I was even smiling, waiting to be untied. I was going to do something stupid, perhaps, but I was going to kiss this man and work him up to another erection, and suck him off again.

But then he caressed my face and began walking away.

“Lincoln!” I shouted, my voice a little hoarse from the abuse, but he just kept on getting farther and farther away.

“Not this again, Rosalie,” I berated myself. Every time I thought I was making a step forward, life had a way of pushing me two back. I had run away from Jack, only to be tied up by sex maniacs.

The sky was darkening, and the moon didn’t do much to light the forest. I wanted to scream, to shout, to beg, but God knew what sort of animals were around, what sort of even worse trouble I could get myself into. So, I kept quiet, waiting, praying. My flesh was swollen, the ropes had definitely bit into my skin, their fabric rough and unyielding.

The damned beasts came only when the sky was starting to turn from black to a deep, dark blue. Maybe an hour before sunrise.

“Let me go,” I asked Lincoln. “Please, it hurts. I did all you wanted.”

Colt grabbed one of the ropes and pulled on it, swinging me around in a wide circle.

“Wheel of fortune, guys!”

I was getting dizzy. Cold, hungry, my fear of the forest and its dangerous darkness not yet faded, I just wanted to get off. But when Colt grabbed my ankles to steady me, I knew I was going to get off in a different way first.

They took turns with all my holes, and pain mixed with pleasure again. My brain half shut off. I was freed of my worries, and fears, and morals, and I just enjoyed the sensations these men’s bodies were giving me. Rough hands on my breasts seemed gentler now; the soft, smooth skin of Brook’s cock was cotton candy, and I lapped at him, and sucked, and licked, and I gave every inch of myself to them. No more protests, no more hiding behind words and pleas.

I had finally accepted my situation.

I was never in any danger. These men knew the forest and the cabin, and it didn’t look like someone or something could take them by surprise or overpower them. I was safe. I was useful, and more. I was wanted.

When we each had our fill, I was shocked to see it was Brooks the one who decided to untie me. He held me against him as he cut the ropes, and I leaned my head on his bare shoulder. I felt oddly safe. I closed my eyes, bearing with the cuts on my skin from the new way the rope was rubbing against it, until every single line of it was severed and I was freed. I wasn’t exactly expecting him to carry me back in his arms, but I was surprised when he put me down at his feet. I was sitting on their clothes, removing the leftover rope from my wrists and breasts, when I felt something hard poke my lower back. I got up on all fours while Brooks bent over to reach behind me. Out of curiosity, I looked up and saw that he was holding a gun.

“Shit. No!” I threw myself at him, clinging to his massive thigh, hoping my eyes expressed what my frozen tongue could not. I glanced at Lincoln, who was giving me an odd look, then at Colt, and neither of the two moved a muscle to