Page 35 of Pleasure & Prey: Vol. 2

“Yeah. Tourists. People who didn’t belong. Drifters. You know, those that wouldn’t be missed. My family has rules. They’ve never been caught, and there’s definitely a reason.” He says it so easily. So matter-of-factly, but his mouth moves further up my leg, to the sensitive areas of my inner thigh.

“Why did they—you—take people? To kill them?” I don’t understand the urge to just murder people. And besides, what did his family do with the bodies? Why just take people off the street?

“Oh, Saylor…” Jed’s other hand comes out to press against my stomach, holding me down flat against the bed as he leans down. He presses my thighs apart with the other, anchoring one with his free hand. “You really haven’t guessed yet? You really don’t know what I used to be?”

I feel like I should. I’m sure it’s there, at the tip of my tongue and at the edge of my brain. It’s obvious, isn’t it? That’s what my mind says. But right now, with his breath hot against my slit, I can’t think of anything at all.

So I shake my head, gaze locked on his ice-blue eyes that won’t let me go while he kneels between my thighs, mouth inches from where I want him most.

“My family are cannibals,” he tells me, in a voice like silk and razors. “I grew up with a family that ate people, princess. And yet you’re the best thing I’ve ever fucking tasted.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to sit with that knowledge. Instead, Jed wraps both of his arms around my thighs, jerking me to him as he buries his face against my cunt. I cry out in surprise, his tongue licking a stripe up my slit until he can lap at my clit.

One of my hands flies down to tangle in his hair, and I slam my eyes closed at the myriad sensations from his mouth. While I’ve had a guy go down on me before, Jed makes an art out of it. He blows any other experience I’ve had out of the water as his tongue teases and dips between my folds, taunting me with kitten-licks against my clit and entrance.

“Nah, you’re not going anywhere,” Jed growls, when my hips jerk in his grip. He drags me right back down, and when he licks me again, he thrusts his tongue into my entrance, tasting every part of me he can. “You’re mine. And I need a lifetime to taste every inch of you.”

There’s no way to really answer that. The licking makes more sense now; and why he doesn’t mind the taste of blood. Hell, he always seems to enjoy it when it’s on my skin, and that does things to me it shouldn’t.

Such as wondering what he’d do if I were covered in fresh blood. Would he take the time to lick it all off?

Some part of my brain sounds the alarm bells. He is a cannibal, and here I am, letting him put his mouth on me. Hell, I’m welcoming it. And I’m not worried about what he might do. But I should care. I should be petrified and running off to find the officers that were here before.

Instead, I drag him closer with my grip in his hair, words of encouragement falling like rain from my lips as he does his best to taste every part of me, inside and out. When he shifts, one hand leaving my hip, I barely even register. It’s not until those fingers replace his tongue that I do notice, and only then to yelp in appreciation when they thrust into me.

But if I’d thought he wasn’t using his mouth anymore, I’d been wrong for those few seconds. His tongue finds my clit, lips closing around it as he sucks and licks at the small, sensitive bud.

“Fuck!” I wail, twisting in his grip. “Jed, please⁠—”

“Do you want to come, princess?” he interrupts in that low, perfect growl of his. “Do you want to come for me?”

I nod vigorously, not realizing how hard I’m gripping his hair. But he doesn’t mind whatsoever, given by the low, grating groan that pours from between his lips like honey.

“Then what are you waiting for?” He curls his fingers into me, sending sparks up my spine when they rub against my g-spot. His mouth is back on my clit in the same second, and he holds me in place while his actions send me to the edge of my sanity. Before I can even register it fully, I feel my body clench, my muscles trembling as his tongue on my clit sends me right over the edge.

This time I do scream. I know I shouldn’t be so loud, but that seems like something to work on at another time. He licks me through my orgasm, fingers still working me open as I clench and gush around him. My breath comes in pants when the scream dies off, and it takes longer than it should for me to realize that his tongue is no longer on my clit.

Jed wraps both hands around my thighs again, pulling me right back against him, and presses his open mouth against my entrance. My body still shudders, but Jed shoves his tongue back into me, lapping against my walls with long, thorough strokes.

I whimper at the foreign, delicious feeling. My fingers flex in his hair, and I worry I’m going to rip it out as he licks my folds like he really is trying to devour me. It drags out my orgasm until I’m pulling him away, needing a break from the overstimulation.

“It’s too much,” I pant, eyes screwed shut. “Please—I really just need a second.”

“Just this once,” Jed purrs, finally pulling away. When I manage to look down at him, his face is soaked with my release, and he licks his lips with his eyes on mine. Fuck. That’s hotter than it should be. “Can I fuck you, Saylor? One more time? Let me fill up this pretty pussy until you’re dripping with my cum.”

“If you talk to me like that, you can do whatever you want to me.” I laugh breathlessly.

“Careful”—there’s a warning in his eyes, and his voice, as he unbuckles his jeans and shoves them down his hips—“I’ll hold you to that, princess.”

Now that I’m getting a good look at his cock for the first time, I immediately want to do more than just let him fuck me. He’s hard from eating me out, and it curves up toward his stomach; larger than any of my previous partners’ and about on par with what I was expecting from when he’d fucked me in the woods.

“When did you stop eating people?” I ask as he presses me back down, one hand on my throat while he slides his hand over his length, positioning it at my soaked entrance.

“A few years ago,” Jed replies, not acting as if this has any impact on the mood, or the fact that he’s going to fuck me. “Does it bother you?” He enters me in a smooth motion, kissing me to swallow my gasp of delight.

“Not like it should.” I all but cackle, my tone rueful. “And it really should—Oh, my God.” He pushes into me, not stopping until he’s fully sheathed inside me. With how thoroughly he’d eaten me out, it’s easy for him to just fuck me however he likes.

“You’re so tight,” Jed growls, letting his teeth graze against my lower lip. “Your cunt grips me like it was made for me. I bet you’ll look so good with my cum dripping out of your pussy.” His thrusts pick up with his words, until he’s all but slamming into me, though he maintains perfect control over himself as he does. Hell, he isn’t even panting with the effort as he holds me under him, keeping me right where he wants me.