I looked up and found Grayson watching all of us with a faint, wicked smile on his face. His hand moved slowly over his cock, thumb stroking over the head each time he reached it. It was so unhurried and so steady in contrast to the ruthless speed River was using on me. The image he painted was one of a dark god observing, waiting for his willing sacrifice. Watching me as they held me by the hands and hair and hips, helpless and writhing.
