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Fear has my back breaking out into a cold sweat and my mouth drying up.
“Uh, uh.” I begin to look over my shoulder but my movement is stopped by the sole of a boot.
I try to scramble forward away from the stranger but that same boot drives into my lower spine, sending me flying face first into the pavement. I roll over onto my back just as a large boot presses down onto my stomach, holding me in place. I look up to the face of an exceptionally large man whose hoodie hides his features.
“Looks like you caught something.”
There are two of them, the second voice is deep, melodic, and doesn’t sound like he’s just smoked a whole pack of cigarettes.
“Let me up.” I push at the tree trunk of a leg.
“Tempest Skeigh Verona.” The second voice floats from above my head. “When I first heard it, I thought it was a unique stripper name, Tempest Skeigh. Then I find out, that is your actual name.”
A hand snares into my hair, then I’m being dragged against the cement, and pulled to my feet. My head comes to the man’s shoulders; I consider myself tall but he’s freakishly tall. Another exceptionally large body is pressing against my back and I freeze in complete terror. I still can’t make out the features of the first man but I know he’s familiar. He looks a lot like one of the four men that were here last night. Deluge.
“Is this part of my choosing?” I ask quietly and the body behind me stills.
“Shouldn’t have asked that.” The man in front of me tsks.
A knife appears in front of my face and I open my mouth in a silent scream. I can’t move, my limbs are locked, and my body is vibrating as potent terror invades all my senses.
The same all black handle and blade slowly comes at my face.
“Something inside me calls to you, Tempest.” That voice washes over me and I almost moan at the captivating sound. “Your blood sings to me, tempting me to spill it, and begging me to taste it.”
The edge of the blade presses against my neck and shockingly I find myself arching it to give him easier access.
“You feel that too, right? How the air around us changes, our souls pushing against our barriers, and trying to break through our skin to taste one another.”
His words and that voice put me into some kind of a trance because I can feel myself languidly pushing back against him.
“Sing me a song, Tempest Skeigh Verona.”
The blade cuts into the flesh of my neck, the sting instantaneous, and I can feel the slow wet trickle of blood beginning to spill down my neck. It’s a surface cut, but deep enough that the blood flows unencumbered.
My head tips back on a sigh and then I feel his lips seal around the wound on my neck. I moan, the sound a little high pitched and long. Very much like a song. The soft tug on the gash sends a wash of sensation over my body and I gasp, reaching my hands up to wrap around the arm he has across my chest.
We’re moving forward but I’m not paying attention until my chest and stomach hit a rough brick wall. I open my eyes and see that I’ve been led into the alleyway between the club and the Liquor store.
I look to the mouth of the alley and see man number one standing with his back to us, guarding us from what, I don’t know. My senses begin to float back to the surface and I can feel the panic welling up inside me.
“No.” I push back against the hard body behind me, “let me go.”
“What’s done is done, you’re mine now to use as I wish.” Fuck, his voice.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I question.
He pushes me back to the wall and my hands fly forward to prevent my face from meeting the unforgiving brick. I curse the decision I made today to wear a long maxi dress and a ridiculously small thong. The skirt is pulled up and over my ass, making me curse. I try to get out from between him and the coarse wall but he causes me to pause when his thumb presses into the cut on my neck. The throb from the wound and then the sound of him sucking my blood off his thumb and into his mouth, has my eyes rolling back in pleasure.
My head falls forward and rests against the brick as his hands rove over my ass.
“You’re perfect,” he says as his fingers pull on my thong. “You’re exactly what I’ve been searching for.”
Then that delicious mouth that acts as an outlet for that amazing voice, reseals around the laceration, his rough tongue brushing over the slice, and his fingers seeking out the wet warmth I know he’ll find between my legs.
He parts my folds and my knees grow weak at his touch. His fingers slip through my arousal and circle around the hardened nub, sending arcs of lightning across my skin. I begin to moan and circle my waist, trying to create a sweet rhythm of friction for the hungry bundle of nerves he’s stroking.
Then his finger pushes up into me and I groan as his knuckles scrape against my walls. I feel my pussy constrict, sucking him in further as he pushes in another, and begins to fuck me with them slowly. I’m growing louder and my pussy is sucking hungrily, the noises almost embarrassing. Almost, because right now I couldn’t care less, I have never felt this way, and the orgasm that’s creeping up on me is shocking.
