Page 94 of Ravaged Devotion

The fear and the doubt slipped out of reach, replaced with a burning desire and a sense of security unrivaled by anything else Rue had ever experienced. Ryker truly had that power. The power to make him forget everything, to make him feel safe even when they were smack dab in the center of the plot of a horror movie.

Or horror game, as it were.

Even that thought, that flicker, couldn’t pull him back to reality, his hips tipping so the next drive of Ryker’s thick cock hit at a different angle, sending sparks skittering throughout his entire body.

Rue shuddered, dick slapping against a package of toilet paper on one of the shelves, but he hardly noticed. The small space of the closet meant Ryker couldn’t pull all the way out, but he got halfway, enough to keep them both in a heightened state of arousal, chasing after that high despite the danger lurking in every corner.

“You aren’t allowed to leave me.” One of Ryker’s hands moved beneath Rue’s shirt, finding his nipple. He tweaked it, then tugged and pulled it hard enough Rue almost made a sound of protest, catching himself at the last second. “Are you listening, sweetheart? Never. I’ll never let you get away again. There is no escape from this. From us. I don’t give a shit what anyone else says about it. You’re mine.”

Rue nodded without meaning to, his head bobbing up and down, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek as he was brought closer and closer to the edge.

Something moved in the corridor outside and he froze, but the Black Hart either hadn’t realized, or simply didn’t care, continuing to fuck him, even as a shadow moved beneath the door, the last bit of dying light casting enough of a glow from the hallway for them to make it out.

Ryker covered Rue’s mouth with the hand that’d been playing with his nipples, but then his other one found his dick. He began to pump him in time to his thrusts, moving carefully enough not to make too much noise, yet still getting the job done by ensuring he was constantly in contact with Rue’s prostate.

A spike of panic had Rue’s eyes going wide, still caught on those shadows beneath the crack in the door.

It shouldn’t have been possible with the amount of fear he was feeling, but the orgasm hit him and his vision went out completely.

His scream was silent, mouth opening, mind going blank as he twitched and came all over the place. Every drag of that still pumping cock kept him in the throes of climax.

Soon, Ryker followed, shoving himself so deep, he ended up lifting Rue onto his toes from the impact. He released there, shooting a hot load into his tight cavern, filling him up almost to the point of discomfort. Even when the pressure ended, signaling he was no longer releasing within him, Ryker kept himself buried, breathing heavily against Rue’s neck as he regained his bearings.

When Rue finally gathered enough good sense to see again, the shadow in the hall was gone.

Chapter 20:

They found some of the others about an hour later, after waiting a while to ensure the monster was really gone. Rue was in Ryker’s pants, the Black Hart strutting around in his black boxers, somehow pulling the look off. Instead of heading to the upper level, they’d decided to do a quick run through down here, and that’s where they’d discovered Bowie, Lenore, and Ishleen hiding in a corner billiards room.

“Thank Light!” Lenore threw her arms around Rue the second she realized it was them. “I was so worried!”

“The creature walked by earlier,” Bowie told them, standing from where he’d been hiding behind the bar across from the entrance. “It didn’t come inside, but we thought maybe it’d gotten you.”

“Have you seen any of the others?” Lenore asked, looking disheartened when Rue indicated he hadn’t.

“You made it back.” Ishleen was suddenly at Ryker’s side, her hand on his arm. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Ryker replied, and even though there wasn’t so much as a hint of friendliness in his tone, that didn’t seem to deter the woman one bit.

“Now that you’re here, I feel a lot safer,” Ishleen said.

“What happened to your pants?” Bowie asked, and it took Rue a second to process the question was meant for him.

It was obvious he was wearing Ryker’s clothes since they were a bit too big on him.

He shrugged, downplaying it on purpose. “Mine got dirty.”

Rue did not elaborate, knowing full well where all their minds went from that casual statement. He glanced over to find Ryker smirking, but the Black Hart didn’t correct their assumptions either, seemingly pleased to allow the misunderstanding to stick.

“Oh.” Bowie dropped his gaze.

Ishleen let Ryker go, though she didn’t immediately move away. She gave him a searching gaze, as though silently asking him to clear things up and say it wasn’t true.

She must not have stuck around long enough to hear the two of them going at it in the kitchen earlier.

Pity.

“You’re the first ones we’ve run into,” Ryker answered Lenore’s earlier question, ignoring Ishleen. “Since the monster already passed this place, we should stay for as long as we can. Night is falling.”