Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Something new buzzed inside me, and it woke up a curiosity. I slipped a hand under Lane’s middle, and fuck me if I didn’t find him hard in his shorts. His cock was rock solid, and I squeezed him firmly, part in accusation, part lust. What a delicious mindfuck it had to be to get off on this. At being used so forcefully.
“You really are a masochistic little whore.” I kept rubbing him through his shorts, and I made sure to do it a little too hard for it to be pleasurable. In response, he choked around Ty’s big cock, and I leaned in to kiss the corner of Lane’s mouth. “You’re not fooling anyone.”
“Don’t make me mistake you for another hole, boy,” Ty warned.
“Be my guest,” Walker groaned. “Unfortunately, he’s always a bit too willing.”
Mortification flooded me, but before I could duck my head and ease back, Ty fisted my hair and forced his cock into my mouth instead.
I coughed and choked. I blanched completely. Eyes went wide. Before I finally got over the shock and managed to suck in some air around him.
“Help,” Lane cried, the sound so hoarse and gritty I barely heard it.
Just as I pushed my tongue against Ty’s cock, he pulled out, panting, and said, “Yeah, too willing. Fuckin’ hell.” And then he shut Lane up again.
Everything had happened so quickly that I had nothing. My mind was stunned to silence.
Torn between feeling useless and wanting to bite back, I pulled back from Lane and kept my hands to myself. Colt obviously picked that moment to remind us of his presence, and he rested the camera on my shoulder as he took a few photos.
“That’s my cue,” Walker grunted. “I don’t wanna waste my come on this little dog.” He smacked Lane’s ass and pulled out, then removed the condom and left it on my boyfriend’s back. “I appreciate the cock warmer, Ty. I’ll return the favor soon.”
“No problem, buddy.”
A second later, everything became dark. Someone threw a fucking bag over my head—it had to be Colt or… I couldn’t be sure. The camera was gone, and I could no longer see where Walker was.
“Wait!” I exclaimed automatically.
Nobody waited. Whoever it was tightened the rough, scratchy material and pulled me up and then sideways.
“Move!” Walker barked out.
He shot fear right into me with that.
Down the slant of the beach toward the water.
It was my turn now, wasn’t it? My scene. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I wasn’t prepared!
“You’re not gonna tell me the theme, are you?” I asked, admittedly nervous.
I didn’t receive any answer whatsoever. Not a word. Not a sound.
He held me with a grip on the back of my neck, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder too, and it couldn’t be him. Someone had joined us. Colt?
“Where are we going?” I pressed. Because it felt like we were going straight out into the water.
The sand grew wetter and wetter until I felt the first calm wave wash over my feet. There, I was pushed down on my knees, then onto my back. I hauled in a harsh breath at the cold water that immediately cooled me off.
Behind the fabric, I only saw shadows—more than one, at least three—so I knew Walker wasn’t alone.
As someone tugged down my boardshorts, another lifted my head and placed a…I didn’t know, a towel? Underneath me. Underneath my head. The water rippled and splashed around me, licking my ribs, my shoulders, my neck…and submerged my legs and most of my hips.
Farther way, Lane wailed out his pain.
Last but not least, the bag over my head was rolled up to the middle of my nose—and secured there with rope or something.
“The sacrifice is ready.”
Those words made me clench all over, with anticipation, with want, with nerves. It’d been Lucas’s voice, and he’d sounded uncharacteristically detached. Just a quiet, plain statement.
My monster was coming, wasn’t he? Walker had certainly arrived prepared. Maybe River had tipped him off when he’d asked Walker to come down here. Maybe it’d been a just-in-case, an off chance, but it mattered to me, nonetheless. Because to bring his toy bag meant he’d had hopes big enough. More than that, faith and belief that we’d work things out—at least to the point where we could play together.
I let out a shaky breath as the last flare died, taking the shadows with it.
Everything was so quiet too.
I remembered Walker’s raw, seductive voice from years ago.
“Just focus on the water, my little sea monster.”
“Listen to it.”
“Feel it on your skin.”
“Wherever water touches you, the creatures below can reach.”
“Don’t be afraid if we pull you under some more. We’re just excited to breed you, baby.”
I gasped when I finally felt something slither up my foot. The softest silicone with tiny suction cups. I’d seen countless silicone sleeves Walker had worked on over the years—in various sizes, from the length of a whole arm to a tiny one for a finger—and I was dying to see if he’d made anything new since last time.