The Rise (The Kings and Gods #3)

Chapter 11

Hunter

“You’ve never been,” I say softly as I see the way her eyes light up when we pull in.

“No. Not ever.” Fuck, that’s the saddest shit I’ve ever heard. I climb out and walk around opening her door for her. Lana slides out, and I can see the light in her eyes. It makes me want to take away all the bad and only show her good, but that isn’t who I am.

I start walking, and she follows me as we meet up with the others. I introduce Lana again, and Tamsyn grabs Lana’s hand and drags her along with her and Angel. She looks at me over her shoulder to see if it’s okay and I give her a nod.

“What is all this?” Ry asks, motioning to her.

“What is what?”

“You and Lana?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t fucking stand there and lie to us of all people, Hunter.” Shit, he’s right. I can’t just lie to them, but I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what we are. Hell, we just met each other. I scrub my hand over my face as I look at the guys.

“I like her.”

“And?”

“And what? That’s it, asshole. I like her,” I snap a little. Silas laughs, but Rylan doesn’t.

“You know what you’re getting into with her? You know who she is?”

“She told me what I needed to know.”

“Which is?”

“She’s an enemy,” I tell them. Silas blows out a breath, but it’s Rylan who snaps.

“And you don’t fucking think that’s an issue?” he roars at me when Silas rests his hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“No. I cut the tracker out of her arm,” I tell them with pride.

“You did what?”

“You don’t see her arm? Who the hell do you think did that?”

“You just cut it out?” Rylan asks.

“Yeah. Buried it on the beach. If the assholes come looking, they’re not going to find shit,” I tell him.

“You don’t think they pinged your location before that?” I shrug.

“They may have, but once they see this is where the tracker is staying, they’ll think that’s where she is.”

“That’s smart,” Silas adds as we walk the fair grounds.

“I have it all under control,” I assure them, trying to reassure them even though I’m not so sure myself. “Listen, she was a victim of this shit when she was a kid. I didn’t want to tell you because it’s not my place but she wants out.”

“And you’re sure about this?” Rylan asks this time. I nod my head once more.

“Yeah. I’ve seen the scars.”

“Hunter’s fucking the enemy,” Silas laughs. I reach over and shove him over a step, but he keeps laughing anyway.

“She’s not the enemy. Not anymore.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Rylan adds.

“I don’t. Not really, anyway.” Now, they both laugh as we walk over to the ride the girls are on. We stand here, watching them smile and laugh together. It does my heart good to see them like this after the hell they’ve lived through. Some days, it’s harder to smile than others, but I find myself smiling at them right now.

“Oh, shit. Hunter smiled,” Silas teases. Now, my smile is gone as I look over at him.

“Why don’t you fuck off.”

“No. I like it, man. It’s about time someone made your ass smile.” I shake my head and drag my eyes back to the girls. He’s right. I don’t smile much. There really isn’t anything to smile about in my world. We’re killers. It’s what we do. And yeah, it makes me happy we’re taking those kinds of assholes off this earth, but that doesn’t mean you smile about it.

“What are you doing here?” I hear her voice like nails on a fucking chalkboard. I turn slowly to see Cora standing behind me with her hands on her hips.

“What do you want?”

“I asked you a question,” she smarts off. The thought of choking her crosses my mind more than once.

“What the fuck does it look like, Cora? I’m at the damn fair.”

“With who?” The guys step up next to me, knowing I might cause a scene.

“With us. Why don’t you run along and find your friends before something bad happens, Cora,” Rylan warns her. She looks between us when I hear the girls laughing and coming closer. Tamsyn rushes into Ry’s arms as Angel does the same to Silas, but Lana? She stops and looks between the two of us, a torn look on her face. That is until I hold my hand out to her. At first, I think she isn’t going to take it, but then she reaches out and slides her hand into mine, and I jerk her against me. She stumbles and slams into me, knocking the air from her lungs.

“Who the hell is this?” Cora snaps, nodding at her. I keep my hold on Lana and start walking to avoid a situation that none of us are ready for, but Cora isn’t having it. She steps in front of us, pressing her hand against my chest. “Don’t just walk away from me.” The rumble that tears through my chest should warn them away, but Cora isn’t that smart, and I know it.

Lana, on the other hand, pulls her hand from mine, and before I can blink, her hand collides with Cora’s throat. The guys try to stifle their laughter as Cora chokes and coughs.

“He doesn’t want you touching him. So don’t,” Lana warns her. I look down at Lana, a little confused, but she never even looks back up at me. Cora stays bent over trying to catch her breath as we start walking again.

My cock is hard as hell after seeing that. I’ve never had a woman do anything for me. I grab her wrist and drag her toward the front of the line at the Tower of Terror. A few people curse, but the guys here know us now, so they don’t say shit.

“What are we doing?” she asks as I drag her through the first part and up the steps. We move through a few more levels before I get where I want to be. Then I pull Lana off to the corner where the extra chains hang. I shove her against the wall and then pull the chain down, wrapping it around her neck. Her eyes widen as she claws at the chain, but I’ve already secured it to her. Then I step back and look at her, take her in.

“Get this shit off me,” she yells as she tries to pull at it again. “It’s too tight.”

I shake my head as I take her in still. She’s not big at all. In fact, she’s smaller than most girls I’ve ever been with, but apparently, that doesn’t mean shit after what she did to Cora.

“It’s not tight enough,” I tell her, stepping back in and pulling it a little tighter. Her eyes widen when I step back once more. Then I move to her clothes. I need them off. I need to be inside her. I need to fucking own her because she’s driving me crazy. What she did is driving me crazy.

I move back in and unbutton her jeans, pulling them down her legs with her panties before removing them completely. Then I pull my knife from my pocket and flip it open. Lana watches me, unsure what’s happening now. Does she think I’m mad at her for what she did to Cora? Does she think I’m going to hurt her?

I step back in as I hold the knife by the handle and press it to her thigh. Lana sucks in a breath as I trail the tip up her thigh, nicking it slightly. She gasps as I look down at the blood blooming on her thigh. Then I drop down in front of her and run my tongue through it, tasting her.

“What are you doing?”

“If you keep talking, I’ll make the chain tighter.”

“Then answer me!” I chuckle and stand, grabbing the chain and pulling. It jerks her neck at an awkward angle and completely cuts off her air supply. Her eyes widen as she tries to pull in breath but she can’t. She looks at me, and I smile at her.

“I warned you not to talk.” She reaches up, clawing at my hands, but there’s no use. I’m not letting go. Her lips part, but nothing comes out as she struggles. When I start to see the fight leave her eyes, I release the chain, and it loosens. Lana sucks in as much air as possible while I drop back down to my knees and continue what I was doing.

I make another nick and lick the blood before turning the knife around and bringing the handle into my mouth while I look up at her. Her eyes are wild as she stares down at me. She wants to ask me again what I’m doing, but she won’t because she knows what will happen if she does. So she stays quiet. Once the handle is nice and wet from my spit, I slip it between her legs and begin to fuck her with the handle. Lana pants as I slide it in and out of her. I can hear people screaming as they go through the levels of the Tower of Terror, but this area is off-limits, so we shouldn’t be disturbed.

“Hunter,” she says my name, drawing it out.

“Look at you, little rebel. Taking this knife like such a good girl. You even let me cut you,” I praise her. She whimpers as I keep going. The whole fucking handle of the knife is inside her when I begin to fuck her harder. The blade rips into my flesh, cutting open my hand, but I can feel just how close she is to an orgasm, so I don’t stop. I keep going until I see her eyes clench shut, and a scream rips from her throat. She comes on my knife as I keep pumping it into her. When she finally calms down, I pull it out and stand, shoving it in her mouth.

“See how fucking good you taste because next time, my tongue will replace the knife,” I tell her as she licks the handle clean. I pull it out of her mouth and drop it to the floor as she looks at my hand.

“You’re bleeding,” she says, eyeing the cut. I smirk and unbuckle my jeans, pulling my cock free. I use the blood to coat my cock as her hands come up and wrap around the chains around her neck. Once my cock is nice and coated, I reach for her hips and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist as I thrust into her wet pussy. I fuck her slow at first, wanting to savor every second of being inside her.

“I can’t breathe,” she whimpers as the chains get tighter with each move I make. That’s the point. I want her to fucking come like that. I want her to feel that high and that’s exactly what I’m going to make happen.

I ignore her as I start fucking her faster. Each time my cock slides inside her, it feels like the first time, and I can’t get enough. I keep going, knowing that each plunge inside her is taking a little bit more of her air away, but that’s how I want it. As her hands claw at the chains when I reach between us and find her clit. A strangled cry falls from her lips as I keep going. My cock feels like it’s about to explode at any second, but I need her to come first, so I keep going.

I circle her clit with my bloody fingers until I feel her pussy clamp down around me. Then she comes all over my cock as I do the same. I grunt a few times as her legs fall away from me. When I look up, she’s out, and I smirk. I pull out of her and loosen the chains enough so she can breathe before pulling my clothes back on. Then I move to hers next before unchaining her. Her limp body falls, but I catch her with one arm before lifting her and carrying her out of the tower and down the back steps.

When I step out the front, the guys are still there. Rylan raises an eyebrow as he looks at Lana lying limply in my arms.

“What?” I ask.

“Everything good?”

“It was damn good. I’ll see you guys later,” I tell them as I walk off. I hear them laughing behind me, and I smile as I make my way to the car.

Once I reach it, I slide Lana into the back and lay her down before going around and climbing into the driver’s seat. I take off, heading home when it happens. I wasn’t prepared for it, and maybe that’s my fault.

“You fucking choked me until I passed out!” Lana screams when she wakes up and lunges at me over the seat. The car swerves across the road as she hits and screams at me. I put my hand up to try and stop her but it does no good.

“Calm down before we wreck!”

“Fuck you, Hunter! You choked me!” She screams louder this time. It’s not the first time but this is the first time I made her pass out. Won’t be the last, either.

“You want us to wreck?” I ask her once more as the car swerves all over the road. Lana must use all her energy because she drops back into the back seat and stops her shit. I look in the rear view mirror at her. She sits there with the angriest look I’ve ever seen on a woman with her arms crossed over her chest.

Fuck. Yeah, I’m most definitely going to have to do that again.

The ride back to Chaos doesn’t take long, and when I pull in, she leaps from the back of the car before I even put it in park. I chuckle as I climb out, and she stands by the door.

“Are you that mad?” I ask her. She cuts her eyes at me but doesn’t say anything. “You fucking came so hard, little rebel. I bet your pussy is still leaking cum down your thighs,” I tell her, stepping closer to her. She wants to be mad, but she can’t. I can see it in her eyes.

“Leave me alone,” she says softly.

“You should have seen your face, Lana. The way it contorted just for me. They way your eyes clenched shut, and your pussy squeezed me.”

“Stop, Hunter.”

“I bet your thighs are slick with my cum right now,” I say before biting my lip. “I bet my blood is still leaking out of you, coating your clit.”

“Hunter,” she whispers as I get closer.

“Yeah. I can almost smell it all over you, little rebel, and fuck, do I want to get down on my knees for you and lick it all off.”