Wicked Hunt (Dark Hearts Book 3)

by Cari Silverwood

  Grimm crushed my nipple in his fingers and I yelped.

  Obviously amused at my discomfort, Mavros used his fingers to stretch me some more, sliding them in my moisture, deep then deeper still. “You’re so slippery. Sticky too. Women get messy. Let’s hope nobody notices this on your legs or Grimm’s bite marks on your neck.”

  I groaned at the potential for embarrassment. It’d wash off, surely?

  “What did you do to her?” Grimm asked, teeth showing as he grinned.

  “Had my fingers inside her, but you liked it, didn’t you, Zorie?” He was pulling my bottoms back into place.

  “Shhh!”

  No one can see. No one can see a thing.

  The hull of the boat slowly loomed closer and someone was setting a ladder against the side and hooking it up.

  I frowned. “You are both bad. Maybe I won’t fuck you, just to teach you a lesson.” I’d said that last part quietly, but they heard me.

  We all knew what I’d said.

  The thrill that threat had given me...a very sexual thrill and ever so nice.

  I’d thrown out a challenge. They wouldn’t let me say no now.

  Already the anticipation was killing me.

  The ride back to shore on the boat became a mixture of mortification and arousal. With only the bikini bottoms hiding my sexual response from anyone who dared to look lower, I dreaded anyone seeing how swollen I’d become. A bright yellow bikini is fine when you’re not aroused and getting wetter than a freaking tropical storm. Sea water dried fast, but not my natural wetness. The throb there seemed so obvious, as would be the puffiness of my lips around my slit. I kept my legs together and tamped down my breathing.

  My clit liked my legs squeezing in.

  I could probably come if I squeezed enough, especially with Grimm sitting on one side with his palm all innocent-like on my bare thigh, heating me like a brand, and Mavros on the other side, bumping into me as the boat rocked. Someone kindly gave me a towel to dry myself some more. I used it only a little before tucking it into my lap.

  Which prompted Grimm to slide his hand up to my mons.

  Then stroke my clit.

  Bastard.

  I donned a stiff smile and managed not to wriggle my ass.

  He leaned in and whispered. “Why are you breathing so hard?”

  My snort turned into a giggle that was so unlike me. Maybe I was a little drunk. The man was being awful. I should probably smack him, but that might make the towel fall from my lap.

  “Grimm, if you make me do something to you we will all get arrested. Behave.”

  “Never.”

  Then he squashed his finger squarely onto my clit. I had to shut my eyes – the feeling was that intense. Maybe more than normal. He could make me come right now, I realized, but was holding back.

  I centered myself, calmed, and opened my eyes.

  The sky was a nice blue and...and nobody knew Grimm was violating me in the best way ever beneath the towel.

  The bite marks had drawn stares and raised eyebrows anyway and everyone had cheered when the guys helped me up the ladder using their hands way too much on my butt.

  Grimm and Mavros started a conversation above my head and I only caught pieces of it due to being preoccupied.

  “Do you remember using a word Durflitz back in Thailand?”

  “Sure. Dulfersitz?”

  “What does it mean?”

  “It’s a way to use two ropes to climb down without any other fancy stuff to help you.”

  “Ahhh.”

  “You can climb up too.”

  “If you’d remembered that back then, I could’ve saved a lot of money if you’d climbed up and turned on the crane.

  “I wasn’t thinking well that day. I learned to abseil years ago, when a teenager.”

  “A teenager? I was learning more important things at that age.”

  “Like?”

  “Women.”

  “I didn’t need to learn that. Came natural.”

  The pause in their conversation settled slowly.

  “Mavros, I should’ve said this already. I’m sorry I hit you.”

  “I accept your apology. Thank you.”

  “No cricket bat then?”

  Mavros laughed.

  I blanked them out, remembering a more important conversation: Grimm’s last comment while my feet fumbled to find the rung under the water.

  “You know you’re going to pay for those words.”

  Yes, I did. I prayed and hoped I would.

  Chapter 41

  Zorie

  The shiny red-and-black Renault waited for us in the car park beyond the jetty. After many apologies, both from me and them, the crew of the boat had urged me to keep the blue beach towel. I’d slung it over my shoulder, dangling low, hoping to nonchalantly conceal my nipples where they showed through the wet top and what felt like an on-fire vagina. I seriously needed to sit on some ice after Grimm’s treatment the past twenty minutes.

  I hadn’t squirmed and blushed, much.

  The men had escorted me from the boat, even down the walkway, as if I might fall over again – faceplant into the timber or do a dive over the guard rail into the water.

  None of us had said anything suggestive or unusual due to the people going past.

  The car bleeped when Mavros clicked the key.

  They’d teased me so much about being drunk that I just had to tease back. “Shall I drive? You two look exhausted after that little swim.”

  Then I sashayed to Mavros and held out my hand.

  “No.” His stonewall look jarred my universe just a teensy bit. Then his mouth twitched as if he fought not smiling. “You’re in charge of her, Grimm. I’ll drive halfway, then we can switch.”

  Switch? It was a ten-minute drive, max. “In charge?” I raised a brow then moved to grab the back door handle only to find Grimm already opening the door. He waited for me to get in.

  The potential for this relationship was, as I’d admitted to Grimm, scary. These two weren’t hot-dog-stand workers or clerks. They could be damn dominating on the best of days and Mavros wasn’t used to no, even if lately he had been...quiet. Grimm? When he’d been crazy with his beast-mode sex drive, he had been the scariest ever.

  I’d known this, teased them, but this was the step-off-a-cliff moment. I’d shot people, killed, and this was more difficult to do, because it said commitment, and because it might affect the rest of my life.

  “Ummm. We need to talk about this.”

  “We do. It can wait until after? Yes?” Mavros tipped up my chin and as before, I noticed a glance past my head.

  After sex? That deference to Grimm confused me, turned me on, and somehow, made me feel safer. Crazily, I found tears brimming my eyelids.

  Then he kissed me, softly, and stepped away. Grimm’s hands rested on my shoulders.

  I swallowed and put a hand over one of Grimm’s. “Yes.”

  This would just be sex. I could do that.

  Damn, what was I waiting for?

  I slid into the back seat with Grimm. This wasn’t the biggest of cars and the air tightened in my throat as Grimm clicked on my seat belt. He kissed me where Mavros had. My lips seemed theirs, in a way.

  Belonging to them...it was tempting.

  Maybe I could do commitment after all?

  After Grimm’s seatbelt was fastened, the car began to move.

  “Come here.” But he didn’t pull me to him – he fastened his hand around the back of my neck then leaned over to resume kissing me. Like the best of kisses it curled my toes and had me straining to get nearer. His hands roved over my breasts and hips, my stomach. I held his shoulders, enthralled at being kissed and fondled. This was what I’d been waiting for.

  Our breathing mingled with the sounds of wet lips touching and parting, with the hotness on my face from his breath as Grimm did what he loved to, took parts of me in his teeth as if to claim me. Lips, chin, throat, an eyebrow even – which made me giggle and him
stop and stare down at me.

  I panted. “Fuck. Keep going.”

  I’d expected gentle, after how they’d handled me outside the car. His hand tightened on the back of my neck, eliciting another moan as I thrilled in how he had me under control. Shifting aside the top and the bikini, he bit my breast, hard. I yelped and found he’d moved on and was licking my stomach.

  With my hand on his head, I said, breathlessly, “I thought you were being...nice.”

  He stopped. In this light, his eyes were halfway between green and amber, and they were heart-stoppingly beautiful. “You want nice?”

  The word sounded nasty said like that.

  I thought for all of three heartbeats and knew Mavros was listening. Then I swallowed my objections and for the first time with these two, I was brave. “No. Not this time.”

  “I thought not.”

  But he released my neck and used both hands to shift down my bikini bottoms until there was nothing between my skin and the seat. I worried about wetting it, until his tongue flicked across my clit and I dropped my head back, both hands now fastened in his hair.

  This was not nice?

  He bit atop my clit, not too firmly, but enough to make me yelp and jerk. Mavros chuckled. I sent a fiery glare his way before Grimm bit my inner thighs and mons, distracting me again. How was he making me so turned on with just bites?

  God. He devoted himself to licking my clit then deep between my legs, as far as he could burrow his head, then my clit again. I hated what he did when he bit, until he’d suck at me and I’d melt, boneless and writhing into the seat.

  If anyone was watching in the cars passing us...

  The growl that came from Grimm when I scrunched my fingers into his hair, almost ripping some out, and his no made me blink. I loosened my hands and held his shoulder and the seat.

  The sucking. I clawed at him.

  After another delicious, wet and slippery application of his mouth to my clit, it was impossible not to come.

  I bucked into his face, straining for more of him.

  Climax done, exhausted, I drifted. I heard Mavros pulling the car over to the side.

  Had it been five minutes?

  Grimm’s tongue was an instrument of destruction, I decided. My destruction.

  They swapped seats while I came down from the high. Ecstasy was the perfect aftermath to falling in the ocean.

  “My turn.”

  Mavros was being lawless. No seat belt.

  But the rest of the drive would be relentlessly smooth and straightforward – no or little traffic as we wound through quiet streets to our beach house. The tint on the windows was never more welcome as when he unzipped and shoved down his board shorts. Mavros in shorts was an innovation Grimm had brought forth.

  I smirked when he pulled out his cock and let it stand free.

  “Come here.”

  “You think?” I undid my own seat belt, let the bikini bottoms fall to the floor, and shifted over to straddle him.

  “Pull down your top.”

  Instructions, instructions.

  I slipped it off, fascinated with what waited for me in his lap. I wriggled down the bikini top, exposing my nipples.

  “Beautiful.” Mavros took possession, with a hand beneath each breast.

  While he played with my nipples, I positioned myself over his cock. His thumbs did curves around my areolas, back and forth, making my nipples poke up higher.

  I huffed out through my parted lips, and thought about how it would feel impaling myself on that big erection of his, sliding down and further down.

  “Go slow,” he said. “And don’t let it go in deeper than an inch, or else.”

  “What?”

  Had I heard right? His cock rested at the beginning of my cleft. I let it slide, slip along the groove in my wetness, let it come closer to my entrance, feeling it...there.

  The head dipped inside me and I screwed down onto it, a little deeper than I meant to, maybe.

  I smiled.

  His grip on my breasts turned to steel. “Uh-uh. No farther.”

  “Fuck. You’re joking?” I rasped blindly. My eyes had rolled up so high I wasn’t sure if I was still in a car. “I can’t. –”

  “Can. I’m not coming. Neither are you.”

  “Gawd.” This was torture. With my lip caught in my teeth, I ground onto him, circled, agonized over how deep his cock was, and went up and down in tiny increments. I was dripping wet at the thought of only keeping his cock as shallow as it was. My pussy entrance seemed sensitized enough to feel every part of him that touched inside me.

  The stretching sensation...amazing.

  “Look at these bites.” He let go of one breast and stroked over the marks, making them burn again. “We might need to muzzle Grimm.”

  “Fuck off,” came Grimm’s curt reminder to us that he could hear.

  “Shallow?” I asked again, feeling desperate. Had to make sure.

  “Yes.”

  It was a novel thing.

  I wasn’t sure why this got to me, aroused me, but it was magnificent, riding him while he played with the rest of me at will...riding him only an inch deep because that was all of him that I was allowed.

  “That’s it. Damn. Good girl.” He grasped at breast and butt and I heard him swear, groan in pleasure.

  I almost chuckled, hearing him groan. That makes two.

  I lost track of where we were, until the tires crackled on the driveway, and we drove into the cool darkness of the garage.

  The door rolled down and banged shut.

  Now we could do it properly, but I stayed sitting on him, barely fucked.

  I squeezed my internal muscles onto his cock, and let my head lower, as I tried to memorize this moment – him, an inch inside, no more, pulsing.

  The door opened.

  Grimm coughed, once. “Fuck. Where?”

  “Anywhere.” Mavros chuckled. “I’m not doing choreography.”

  They hauled and pushed me out of the car, in spite of my protests. I’d rather have kept going in the car. Climbing upstairs? Too far.

  The garage had room for three cars, or two and a boat, but the Renault was all we had with us and the space echoed. I hopped in pain, as my bare foot landed on a pebble. I’d kicked off my salt-water-soaked sandals when Grimm had started licking me.

  “Did you get her wet?” Grimm had his hand around my upper arm. “There are standards.”

  Well, his talking was progressing, if getting more perverted. “I’m here, Grimm. Am I wet? Maybe I should kick your shin. Standards. Pfft.”

  “That settles it.” He smiled. “It’s here. But first show me.” He spun me around and pushed me belly down to the hood of the car. No clothes except the bikini top that was curled beneath my breasts. The car was warm from the sun, thankfully. He placed his hand on my lower back, keeping me there.

  “Spread your legs,” Mavros said, from a few inches away – he’d leaned in to talk to me, with his arm on the hood, draped above my head. “Show us your pretty cunt. Grimm has to check my handiwork. I wouldn’t want to fail at seduction 101.” Then he kissed me. “Show us your cunt.”

  So lewd. I blinked at him and licked his taste off my lips, while he studied my face.

  Oh, these two were amusing themselves.

  Handiwork? He meant having me ride his cock. I knew I was wet. They did too. This was just Grimm being mean and getting me ass out.

  Someone began exploring me down there. Had to be Grimm. Mavros had his hand on my ass. Fingers and thumbs...penetrating my asshole even, wetting it, and simply doing what he wanted to. I swore again then grunted in an unladylike way as I sprawled onto the metal. He’d spread my pussy lips and held them open.

  “A grade pass. Gold stars...wet ones.” Grimm chuckled. “You’ve already –”

  Mavros levered himself upright. “Yes. Your turn with her.”

  Being appropriated like this, by the two of them. I loved it and squirmed despite Grimm’s hold on my back. B
eing held open like that, being a target for them, well, I guess I did trust them. A lot. We’d saved each other from the very worst.

  Now they could do their perverted best.

  “More?” I begged, doing another wriggle.

  Letting them fuck me how they wanted to wasn’t something I’d let any other man do.

  Grimm shoved inside me, unceremoniously, no warning except he switched from fingers holding me open, to thumbs and fingers holding wide my ass cheeks. Then he was fucking me as deep as a cock could go.

  Rammed into by cock, thick cock that tunneled in where no man had been for ages, with the vehicle rocking under me, I grappled and hugged the car for dear life.

  I swore quietly, over and over.

  They swapped places and Mavros took me. My toes could no longer reach the floor as he’d hoisted me higher onto the hood.

  They didn’t come, they didn’t let me come. No mesmer powers, no playing with my clit, no fucking me enough in the G spot. Almost there, almost...

  Or maybe they were using powers, and making me not come?

  When I went to ask, they dragged me off the hood, threw the towel on the concrete and had me kneel.

  “Masturbate, but don’t come.” Mavros kissed me then straightened. “Open your mouth.”

  I knew where this was headed, with two erect cocks beside my mouth. I opened and they took turns fucking my mouth while I used finger and thumb on myself, rubbing my clit, and getting to the edge, again.

  Least I had them both breathing hard when they gave up and had me stand.

  “Bedroom this time,” I explained as they hurried me up the stairs.

  “Really?” Grimm was behind me and he pinched my butt. “I might fuck you over the pot with the bougainvillea. It has thorns.”

  “Grrrr.” I mock growled then stopped to turn on the stairs. “Bed. Bed, bed, bed.”

  He crowded me into the wall – Mister tall, handsome, muscly, and mean.

  Wide-eyed, for sure, I breathed in his heavy male scent and waited for some of that not-nice.

  I’d become a little addicted to the beast.

  “Be careful or it’s the thorns in your butt, not my dick.”

  I ended up stomach-down over the kitchen table with Grimm in my mouth and Mavros in my ass. I came that time, but they seemed to have other ideas still. Grimm withdrew from my mouth. That he’d not come seemed wrong.