Perfect Storms (Storms of Blackwood Book 4)

by Elle Middaugh

  Criss's jaw ticked before he shut and locked the door behind him. "You said I should join you sometime." He paused, watching Ben's hand that was pleasuring me, before dragging his gaze up to my exposed nipple. He swallowed hard and forced his focus onto our faces instead.

  "So, here I am."

  Chapter 16

  Ben hummed a sound of approval near my ear. "Why don't you sit down in the other chair beside Dan?"

  Criss did as asked, rubbing his palms on his pants because they must have been sweaty already. It made a dark smile creep onto my lips. I loved that I affected them like that.

  "What's the net for?" Criss asked, pointing to our unusual backdrop.

  "Don't ask questions," Ben told him. "When it comes to sex, I'm the boss, the dominant, if you will. Anything I say goes, and you just do as you're told. Got it?"

  Criss raised a brow, possibly contemplating if what he'd just gotten himself into was worth it, but he nodded and stayed put anyway.

  "I don’t usually boss the guys around," Ben admitted with a grin. "I get much more pleasure out of watching Alexis submit to my commands. Isn't that right, my little Lexicon?"

  I nodded, and he kissed my neck once more. "Let's show them what the net's for, baby."

  Truth be told, I had no idea what it was for either, but I was anxious to find out. How fucked in the head did that make me?

  He led me around the other side of it, and we climbed up onto the bed on our knees.

  "Grab the ropes and press into the netting," he instructed as he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it.

  My fingers slipped around the thick corded rope, and I scooted in closer. The holes were just big enough for my breasts to fit through while the rest of my skin pressed tightly up against the webbing. I could only imagine how fucking hot it must've looked from the other side. If Criss's intense gaze was anything to go by, then he was absolutely enraptured with this.

  When Ben came up behind me again, he was naked, his erection nudging into my lower back as he addressed our little crowd. "This is my fantasy, gentlemen. You just play along. Once I'm finished, you'll each get a turn to come up here and do the same. The only rule is that Alexis has to get off before you do."

  Dan grinned and nodded excitedly, while Criss's expression remained stoic.

  "We're strangers," Ben said, setting up the scene. "She knows you're watching us, but you don't know that she knows. You're nothing more than dirty Peeping Toms, but she's going to get off on giving you a show. Okay?"

  I bit my bottom lip and allowed my eyes to fall closed just as they nodded.

  There was something utterly thrilling about Ben's roleplaying games. They gave me the freedom to be anyone I wanted, to feel and express anything I wanted, to experience things I never knew I enjoyed.

  His hands gripped the net above mine, and he pulled himself closer to me. My lashes fluttered back open. The muscles in his tanned arms bulged and rolled, trapping me and turning me on all at the same time. He nudged my legs apart with one knee; then, with a little dip of his hips, he slid deep inside.

  Holy fuck, that initial filled-to-the-brim sensation was heady.

  We rocked rhythmically, my body pressing into the net with each thrust.

  "Look at them," Ben whispered from behind me. I glanced down and realized Dan and Criss were both stroking their cocks while they watched. "Look how you turn them on. How you drive them insane with desire."

  His words had the same effect on me: turning me on and flooding me with desire. I gripped the net tighter, rolling my hips as he slid in and out.

  Ben's right hand let go of the ropes and slowly skated down my body until he was rubbing my clit while he fucked me.

  My breaths turned into dizzy pants, and all at once, an orgasm consumed me as I desperately clung to the net.

  "That's right, baby," Ben coaxed me. "Come for me. Give them a show while I get off inside of you."

  "Fuck," I hissed at his sexy words, and suddenly his thrusts became desperate. He moved his hand from between my legs and wrapped that arm around my hips, holding me tightly while he buried himself deep inside.

  "My turn," Dan declared, jumping up from his chair before Ben had even pulled out.

  The Sand Prince chuckled before kissing my shoulder and climbing down off the bed.

  "Don't sit down," Dan told him. "In my fantasy, Alexis is the queen and the three of us are her sex slaves. Our only job in life is to pleasure her, however she sees fit, whenever she sees fit. She uses us for her own enjoyment, and we get off on pleasing her."

  I grinned knowingly at him. He really liked giving more than taking. I was starting to understand that it was a legitimate fetish of his.

  Assuming my role, I laid back on the bed and lifted my chin. "Slaves," I said haughtily. "I'm feeling a little… tense. Why don't you make your queen feel good?"

  The three of them slowly surrounded the bed, fingers grazing my skin as they awaited my orders.

  I pursed my lips and pushed out my chest, my gaze falling on Chrissen. "You. Kneel down and suck on my nipples."

  His cock jumped at the sexual authority in my tone, and he quickly knelt at my side, bringing his sexy mouth down to my hardened nubs.

  I gasped as desire swirled to life once more in my core.

  "You kiss me," I said, pointing to Ben, before directing my focus onto Dan, "while you crawl between my thighs and fuck me until I come."

  They hesitated for a moment, so I forced my expression to turn dark as I spread my legs open wide. "Now, slaves."

  That snapped them immediately into action. Ben knelt down on my left and turned my face, dipping his tongue into my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I watched Dan position himself at my entrance and thrust.

  My moans filled Ben's mouth as his tongue rubbed tantalizingly against mine. The harder he kissed me, the harder Criss sucked and nipped, and the harder Dan pushed into me… the harder it was to stay in control. I'd already had one orgasm; now that I was primed, it wouldn't take near as long for a second one.

  I broke my kiss with Ben and turned to Criss. "You two switch."

  Without missing a beat, Ben bent down to suckle my other nipple, while Criss's lips crashed into mine in a frenzied tangle of tongues. And all the while, Dan kept fucking me, gliding the thick head of his dick across that sensitive spot inside.

  My moans quickly shifted into desperate cries for release, and I had to concentrate hard to remember I was still in character.

  "Don't stop, slaves," I half demanded, half begged. "You're about to make your queen come hard."

  Just uttering the words out loud sent a surge of desire through me. I could feel the orgasm building, gaining so much speed there would be no stopping it. I panted faster and faster, fighting to even breathe as my body let loose and I pulsed around Dan's cock. He groaned a moment later and filled me with his salty fluids as we both drifted down from our high.

  Ben's lips slipped off my nipple with an audible pop, and he grinned. "One more to go. You still doing okay, Sailor?"

  I chuckled breathlessly. "I'm sure I can handle one more orgasm. You know, take one for the team."

  Ben and Dan laughed while Criss bit his bottom lip.

  "What's your fantasy?" I asked him.

  "There are too many to count," he replied almost painfully.

  I sat up on my elbows. "Well, which one do you want to enact right now?"

  He ran a hand over his buzzed hair and exhaled deeply. "I want to pretend we're back on that sled in the woods—only this time, we're naked. You're backwards, riding me while I stare at and fondle that perfect ass."

  Ben and Dan exchanged a suggestive eyebrow waggle before backing away and pressing into the shadows along the wall.

  I crawled over to Criss and pushed on his chest until his back hit the mattress. His clothes had disappeared somewhere along the way, his hardened body on full display for my greedy gaze to devour. His cock was so thick and veiny, all I wanted to do was run my lips along the shaft and su
ck him until he came all through my mouth.

  But this was his fantasy, and apparently, he was an ass man. I could live with that.

  I turned around on my hands and knees and straddled his thighs, giving him a nice, full view of my rounded cheeks. His breath came out as a tense sigh, and his fingers were soon digging into my flesh as he squeezed me, spreading me open before guiding me down to sit on his cock.

  "Fuck," he hissed as I took him as deep as I could.

  I made a show of rolling my hips seductively before sliding up and down his massive cock. There was nothing small about Criss—not his junk, not his muscles, not his height, not his heart. Everything was big and beautiful and mine.

  I couldn't see his face, but I could tell by the sound of his voice, the desperate pant of his breathing, and the way he guided my hips harder and harder down… that he was going to come soon.

  The confidence that knowledge filled me with was inebriating. So I decided to go all out, bouncing my booty as fast as I could. I knew my ass cheeks were probably jiggling like crazy, but something told me he was fucking loving it. And the double-time pace I was now riding his dick with? Yeah, my pussy seemed to like that too. Before I even realized what was happening, I was crying out and coming all over his cock.

  He grabbed the crease between my thighs and hips and pulled my ass down lower, jutting up into me and coming hard while I continued pulsing all around him.

  "Holy shit," I panted as I tried to catch my breath.

  "Tell me about it," Criss huffed in return, almost as winded as I was.

  A pair of pants flew through the air and landed on Chrissen's face, making us all chuckle.

  "So, are you glad you joined us?" Ben asked as he pulled on his shirt. His pants were already back in place, as were Dan's.

  "Fuck yeah," Criss admitted shamelessly. "When can we do it again?"

  My clothing went flying across the room next, landing in a heap at my side.

  Dan chuckled at Chrissen's question. "Group sex is addicting, isn't it?"

  "Mmm," Criss hummed his agreement in a gravelly voice.

  There was no denying it; we all freaking loved it.

  By the time we dressed and re-entered the hall, Rob was looking for me.

  "Where were you?" he teased, wrapping me up in his tattooed arms as the rest of the guys headed over to the drinks table.

  I purred contentedly. "Oh, you know, getting a few last-minute orgasms out of the way."

  He smirked and shook his head. "I ordered everyone to stay at the hall."

  "How do you know we didn't fuck here?" I asked, lifting my nose into the air.

  "Because I would have been in you if you had been," he replied gruffly. He grabbed a set golden plates and approached me slowly, his eyes pleading with mine while the rest of his features remained stoic. "For your protection, I insist you slip into some armor. But for the sake of my nerves, I ask that you stay out of the battle."

  My features flattened. "Rob, you know I can’t stand the thought of hiding while you guys put your lives on the line."

  "But what about the bond?" he asked. "If one of us stays safe, all of us do, remember? Criss had to do it once before. Maybe you should be the one to do it this time?"

  I didn’t like the idea of that one little bit, but he did have a point.

  "Maybe Ash should be the one?" I suggested with a small shrug. "He could shift into an animal and keep tabs on us while staying out of the fight? I’m strong. I’m an asset to this battle. I have this kickass ax, and I damn well know how to use it. I have godlike powers. I’m a hell of a lot more able than half these other women, but they’re still prepared to fight."

  I glanced around the room, proud of the women who were strapping on armor and brandishing swords. Did they have formal training? Did they have any experience? Maybe, maybe not, but they still looked ready to kick some ass.

  Rob didn’t deny my usefulness, thank the gods, but he also didn’t seem to like my idea.

  "We need Ash," he explained. "He has the ability to turn into a fire-breathing dragon. That’s a huge advantage for us."

  I bit my lip. "Fine. What about you, then? You’re the prince of Southern Blackwood. Maybe you should stay safe and make battle calls from the sidelines?"

  He glared at me so hard I nearly felt it pierce my skin.

  I rubbed an imaginary spot on my neck. "Okay, fine, gods! Not you. But, Rob, I’m serious. I’m not sitting this out. It’s important to me for the people to see their future queen being brave and selfless. It feels right in here." I placed one hand over my chest and the other over Rob’s.

  "The people need to see us looking strong," I continued determinedly. "We need to show them that unified front that we always have. We can’t break down in a crisis; we have to stand together no matter what."

  Rob smiled softly. I was breaking him down; I could see it in his eyes.

  Kneeling, he guided my feet into a pair of metal-toed boots. Then he strapped some golden guards onto my shins and thighs, followed by a chest and back plate that clasped together at my sides. He laced my biceps and forearms with more golden armor and slipped a pair of warm but movable gloves onto my fingers. And finally, he slid a golden helmet atop my head.

  I’d seen what the suit looked like in his hands, so I knew how epically badass I must’ve looked. I certainly felt like a badass wearing it.

  Rob’s smile remained small, but the fire in his eyes was intense. "Fierce as a queen."

  I couldn’t help it; I leaned in and kissed the hell out of him.

  Our armor clanked a bit, but I was surprised to find it wasn’t gods-awful heavy. There was an airiness to it, a movability that made it feel more like an extension of my body rather than a coating of thick metal.

  By the time we finally pulled away, another soldier was waiting to speak with him. I touched his cheek and stepped back, allowing him to do what he needed to do. His eyes held mine, showing his reluctance to stop what we’d just started, but eventually duty won.

  "The guys are over there," he said, showing me the way. "I'll join you shortly."

  "Okay." I waved goodbye and weaved through the crowd until I reached Ben, Dan, Criss, and Ash who were hanging out and drinking with some friends. I wondered where Cal had gone, but when I looked around, I was unsurprised to find him chatting and laughing with Peter and Malik.

  "Sexy Lexi," Dan hissed as if my attractiveness physically stung his skin. "Looking so fucking good." He bit his bottom lip as he stared at me. Honestly, it was like he couldn’t stop if he tried.

  I grinned, popping out a hip and resting a fisted glove on it. "Like what you see, Sea Prince?"

  "Gods, yes. You’re like some battle goddess from the hottest fantasy I never knew I had. I just want to fuck you right though that armor."

  I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "You already did fuck me. Like, ten minutes ago."

  "But not through the armor," he protested matter-of-factly. "Maybe that should be our next fantasy reenactment?"

  I had to admit, I enjoyed the thought of it. They looked so damn hot in their armor, I could hardly stand it. If I looked even half as good, then it was definitely fantasy material.

  "Besides," Dan continued with a cheeky grin, "I'm ready to go again."

  "Me too," Ben agreed.

  "Me too," Criss chimed in.

  Ash looked astounded. "You fuckers had sex? Without me?"

  "Hate to break this up," Rob said, interrupting, "but another messenger just arrived. I figured you guys would want to hear what he has to say."

  He'd already gathered up Cal, so I followed the guys to the main doors, shuffling through the thick crowd of civilians-turned-soldiers. We made a right, sticking to the barn’s shadow before entering the moonlight on the back side.

  I could see campfires and tents on the other side of the barricade, and on our side, standing right in front of us, was the messenger. His legs quavered, but whether it was from nerves or the cold was anyone’s guess.

 
"I… uh… have a confidential message for you as well." He glanced over his shoulder and quickly turned back to us, swallowing hard.

  Nerves. It must’ve been nerves. Was he scared of the undead? Did he think we’d kill him just for showing up?

  "The princes, Blane and Zane Atwater, and the princess, Camilla Khanali, wish to speak with you in private."

  All seven of us shared a hard but curious look. Those three had already told us they wouldn’t defy King Thane, so what more could they possibly have to say?

  "Where?" Rob asked.

  "Their private tent."

  "No." Rob shook his head. "We’re not crossing into enemy territory in the middle of the night. At best, it’s a setup to kill us quickly without anyone knowing. At worst, it’ll signal an accidental start of the war. We’ll meet on common ground, if we meet at all."

  The messenger nodded quickly. "Where then?"

  Rob scanned the trees off to the side of the barricade. "The woods. There. If they set up a tent, then we’ll meet them there in an hour. But if I look over there in an hour and there is no tent, then the meeting will be a no-go."

  "Yes, Your Highness, thank you." The messenger promptly bowed, retreating to his own side of the barricade.

  Rob sighed heavily and turned to us. "What do you think this is about?"

  Cal pursed his lips in thought. "Perhaps they’ve changed their minds? Or perhaps they have some sort of a treaty in mind?"

  Rob scoffed. "There is no treaty that would end well for my people. Hydratica wants them dead. Gone. Wiped off the map. Sent to the Underworld, once and for all."

  Ash sighed and patted him on the back. "We’ll find out what they want soon enough, bro. Let’s just enjoy a few drinks before shit gets real."

  Rob nodded.

  When we entered the hall, he grabbed Barret—who was chatting with Veda, Verron, and some other werecats—and pulled him close. "In an hour's time, I want you to scan the eastern woods. Let me know if there is or is not a tent set up amongst the trees. Got it?"

  Barret nodded, his jagged blond hair never moving even though his head did. "Yes, sir."