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“Okay.” She takes a ragged breath and steels herself. My dick hardens. She takes up her stance, palming the blade back and forth between her hands getting a feel for its weight. “Okay. I can do this.”
Without warning she lets the blade fly and it sinks into the wood between my thumb and first finger. She lets out a relieved breath.
“There. Happy? Can I clean you up now?”
“No.” I love the blood trickling down the back of my hand and onto my wrist. I shake my head. “Again. Use another knife.”
She huffs in frustration but follows orders, picking up my small double-bladed dagger. I fucking love that blade, it’s pierced more temples than I can count. With a soft exhale she throws it at me and it lands right on target between the next two fingers.
My dick is steel, straining against my trousers but she’s too focused on my hand to notice.
Without being asked she selects a third and immediately transfers the blade into her fingers, aiming the handle at me. I’m impressed. So far she’s expertly handled three different styles of weapon. Is it possible to love her even more? Because I fucking do right now. Not many people would know that this particular knife needs to be thrown handle first.
It lands perfectly, right near the knuckle. She’s getting braver, more confident.
“Make this one kiss the skin.”
Again, she shakes her head in amusement but picks up my SOG anyway. Fuck if she’s into this we could really have some fun. That SOG is one mean son of a bitch. I swallow thickly, not nervous but aroused. I never dared to hope I’d find anyone to love me, and yet Raven and Phoenix both do. You don’t get two miracles in life, so the idea of Raven sharing the same tastes as me is too much to fathom.
I shake my head to clear it. I’ll take what I can get. Even if it means this moment in time becomes the thing I fantasise about until my dying breath.
“I can stop.”
“Don’t you dare.”
The words aren’t even out of my mouth before the blade is between my pinkie and ring finger, the cool metal just brushing the skin between them. Not a nick or drop of blood in sight there.
I’m so hard it hurts.
“The last one.”
“Where should I aim this one?” She smirks, palming the blade from hand to hand playfully. I wish she’d play with me like that.
“I don’t care. Close your eyes.”
“What? No! Absolutely not.” She shakes her head emphatically but I just give her my best slow psycho grin.
“Please?”
“You’re crazy.”
I nod. No response necessary.
“Fine. But don’t blame me if you bleed out or something.”
“You have a first aid kit, I’m sure you’ll save me,” I tease.
The final blade is quite large. My Lightning Bolt. I know it’s going to hurt, but I welcome the pain. Especially if this is a onetime deal.
“I don’t know. I’ve never thrown one like this before…”
“It’s an adventure.” I shrug. “Close your eyes.”
She does and it’s like time slows down. She raises the blade, breathes in, releases the Bolt with her breath. It arcs through the air and I watch its trajectory, adjusting my stance slightly at the last minute so that it sinks silently into my palm.
When the soft thunk of the blade striking the wood doesn’t come, Raven’s eyes fly open and she stares at me in horror.
“Baxter! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She rushes towards me and yanks the blade free. Now that makes me wince a little but the sight of the blood flowing freely now, more than makes up for it. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to paint her skin red with my blood. Is there truly a better way to mark someone?
