Charlie didn’t save me, he’s probably hiding behind a screen as a police chopper tries to find me in these woods, being an agitating back-seat driver. If Drew wouldn’t have been here, I would have been their filet mignon.
“Oi that’s my lad coming through,” he snickers, his wicked smile showing me his venomous teeth. His body comes closer, until his mouth hovers centimeters from mine—warm breath spiced with cinnamon and corruption. “You see who really cares about you now, don’t you?”
“Yes… you saved me,” I murmur. Heat rushes through me as I stare at this tattooed viper, this nightmare of a man who plucked me from death’s jaws. How cruel could he truly be, if he’s the one who stood between me and the wolves? How monstrous, if his hands were the only ones to keep me alive…
“Just you wait darling, I can do so much more than save you. I’ll bring you to the edge and then launch you off the cliff. You have no bloody idea…” he purrs, a serene melody vibrating to my ears.
His hand ghosts over my jaw, thumb dragging along my cheek as if testing the fragility of porcelain. “You think wolves are frightening? They’d have ripped you to shreds in minutes. Me? I’ll take my time. Tear you apart in ways they couldn’t even dream of. And you’ll beg me for it.”
The old me would have sprinted out of this tent, the moment I heard those plods across the damp earth, but I’m done being Charlie’s little boyfriend, a coward who couldn’t save me from the wolves. He would’ve pissed himself at the sight of them circling, too much of a pussy to pick up a hunting rifle.
I inhale a delicate breath, lips nearly touching his. “Maybe I already am.”
Drew’s grin widens, so much he could be the devil himself, eyes glimmering at the confession. “That’s my boy. I knew you’d come around.”
His forehead rubs mine, fire burning across the afflicted skin, my heart shrieking like a banshee for him to take me. Show me what his poison can do—making the growls of the wolves fade from my memory as if they never existed, my frontal cortex too preoccupied with the ravishing predator in front of my eyes.
I do the only thing I can think of—whimper like a bitch and bend my neck backwards to offer myself to him, like a lamb exposing its throat to the canines of a wolf. A silent plea for his lips to devour me, for his venom to penetrate my flesh.
Every piece of my internal fabric quakes in anticipation of his caustic touch, for his mouth to burn my skin until it turns a tender coral from the suction.
Then his lips make it a reality, rough and vicious against my surface, a lightning storm of darkness spreading from my neck, down through every neuron. A spasm of firecrackers detonating. Euphoria overwhelms my head, making me dizzy. Unfathomable joy springs in my cock.
He bites down, lightly nibbling my neck. I can’t help but to shake and quiver. “I need more…,” I bleat out.
Why did I resist him for so long?
Drew nuzzles lower, down to the sharp ridge of my Adam’s apple, a smirk forming on his lips, bonfires roaring in both eyes. “I know you do, you were desperate for every drop of me the moment your silly little eyes came across me.”
With one viscous tug, he rips my shirt across my chest, exposing the hard nipples. “I’m going to corrupt your mind, your arse, every piece you think belongs to you. By the time I’ve had my go, Charlie won’t even recognize you.”
His teeth attack my right nipple, a shrill escaping my lips from the sheer pleasure. Before I can whimper again, he covers my mouth with his palm.
“Whimper into your King’s hand,” he growls, words steaming against my ear. “You understand?”
I nod my head vigorously, my whole body screamingyes. My chest flutters against his grip, butterflies tearing wild in my pleural cavity, wings beating in frantic surrender. God I love this, the way he commands me with a glance of his pupils, the way I ache for his snakes to constrict around my throat, as long as it would please him.
At last, he removes his fingers from my lips, slothful and tauntingly, as if peeling away my last layer of virtue. The loss of his palm is devastating—like breathing air without oxygen. But before I can gasp, his lips explode on contact with mine.
A sensation of bliss washes over my skin, reborn as one with the darkness as I let him ravage my soul, allowing him to infiltrate myimmunity with his virus. He pours his illness down my throat and I slurp up every fucking drop.
My lungs are filled with his essence, but it isn't enough, I claw at his shirt to force his tongue deeper into my throat, to feel his poison burn my soft oral cavity.
I sense his cock pulsing against me, the growls sputtering down my windpipe, my own precum spilling through my pants. Never in my life have I wanted anything more than I want Drew Evans in this moment.
For him to brand me with signature, tattoo his mark onto the flawless skin of my back—eternal remnants of his claim on me.
He pulls his lips back for a millisecond, causing me to whimper in despair. His near black eyes meet mine and a ripple of ache shatters through me at his divine perfection. His messy dark hair, the art of the ink, and his savage muscles holding me tight.
Without a warning, he yanks my hair to expose my neck, the roots taut against his grip. “Don’t move lad,” he rumbles, as my core shivers and quivers. “I’m going to show you how bloody splendid the darkness can be.”
I let out a tremendous gasp, relaxing my muscles, but it is quite impossible when you are pitching the largest tent these woods may have ever seen.
Drew finishes the tear of my shirt, working his way down south. The sight of his messy mullet nearly sends me as he hovers near my throbbing member. He rips my pants and then my underwear. My cock swinging free, at the mercy of his teeth.
“Oiii, Lover Boy, you got quite a cock,” he mumbles in surprise, a devious lick spreading across his lips. “Don’t worry. Your King won’t let you down with his prick.”
Before I can process his words, his lips are on the head of my vulnerable cock, tongue placing itself in my slit, and teeth gently grazing the circumference. I groan out at his generosity. The delicate sensation is all encompassing, a rapturous sensation a thousand prayers couldn’t match.
