Solace

by Raven Dark

  “You really need to join our Chapter, T-Man.” Sinister was saying, slapping him on the back. “We could use you.”

  Reaper nodded. “Things haven’t been the same since you visited us after the last summit.”

  “Yeah,” T-Man said, “you know I’d love to, but my home is here.”

  He didn’t sound so sure.

  “Well, if you change your mind, the offer’s still open. Ash wants you, and Sheriff said you could join us if you wanted a place there.”

  “I’ll think about it.” T-Man chugged a beer.

  Before I could process any of what I’d heard, Sheriff grumbled to Doc, asking where I was.

  “It looks like your master is getting restless. You’d better go to him before he drags you off. Meanwhile, I’m going to go find a dick that needs sucking.”

  Laughing, I shook my head at her bluntness and watched her teeter off toward a group of men, then I went to look for Sheriff.

  Across the green, I found him sitting on a blanket, talking to Doc. Sheriff’s arm must have healed quite a bit, because the wrap was gone. He wore only a patch of gauze over his wound. When he saw me, his eyes looked out of focus.

  “Get your ass over here, sweetheart,” he said. His deep voice, husky with drink, hit my veins like a drug. “Why am I sitting at this party with my dick still hard?”

  My insides squirmed with part nervousness, part arousal. His words, laced with possession, made my muscles tighten. Sheriff had always been a brutal man, rarely gentle. He was also always in control, in command of everything around him. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see what he was like when he was this inebriated.

  As soon as I was in reach, he grabbed my hand and yanked me down onto the blanket with him. I half fell onto him with a grunt, and he laughed, pulling me until I lay over him.

  “I think you have the right idea, Sheriff.” Doc stood up and ambled over to Diamond. She tottered into him, a bottle of moonshine in her hand. I heard him say something about Emmy before the two of them got out of earshot.

  I glanced down at Sheriff, lying comfortably under me. He had a lazy, laid-back look on his face I’d never seen him wear before.

  “Master, are you all right?”

  “Come here.” He took my head in his hands and looked into my eyes. “You’re still sober.” He patted my ass. “Why aren’t you drunk yet?”

  “I just got here, Master. I don’t need—”

  “Enough. Bear!” He put his head back, calling out to the bearded man nearby. “Get my woman a drink.”

  Bear took off for one of the kegs with a mug from a cooler.

  I’d never been big on alcohol, and while I liked the way it made me feel sometimes, Sheriff made me feel off balance enough without adding drink to it.

  Sheriff pulled my head down, making me look at him. The smile slid off his face, replaced by a look of seriousness. His fingers took my chin with an uncommon tenderness, his indigo eyes softening. “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.”

  Beautiful? Could he see me properly? My eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying, my hair a mess, fly-aways pulled out by the breeze. I could see them in the corners of my vision.

  I smiled, running my hand along his chest. “That’s the alcohol talking, Master.”

  “Are you questioning me?” His voice was meant to sound forceful, but his lips quirked, taking some of the bite out of his words. He touched my lips with his fingertips when I opened my mouth to reply. “You fight me on giving your heart to me, girl, but I’m not having it. It’s already mine.”

  Any other time, I would have argued that point, but I knew he wouldn’t have said it if he were sober, so I settled for biting my lip.

  Sheriff sat up and turned me in his arms so that I sat with my back to his chest.

  “Bear!” he bellowed. “Where’s that drink?”

  Bear appeared in front of me and handed me a large tankard.

  Sheriff closed his arms around me. “Drink up, my Little Spy. It’s good for you.” The dusting of whiskers on his jaw tickled my cheek, making me wonder what they’d feel like scraping the sensitive skin between my thighs.

  I laughed at his words and sipped the beer. I shuddered at the taste but loved the way it heated my belly. “You really are drunk, Master.”

  “You’re talking too much. Give me your mouth.” He turned my face to the side. His tongue teased mine, his fingers almost rough on my nape.

  The smell of leather and man flooded my senses, the taste of whiskey causing my head to swim. I didn’t like the taste of whiskey, but on his tongue, it was like an elixir that, with his grip on my chin and his mouth savaging mine, had my nipples poking at my cadris top.

  There was still so much that remained unresolved between us, I wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear, but right then, I knew he had my heart in his hands. I groaned into the kiss. The mug of beer slipped from my hand, probably spilling onto the grass, but I didn’t care. I ran my fingers through his thick, silky curls, tugging at them lightly without considering my actions.

  He made a deep satisfied sound in his throat and lifted his head. “Look,” he commanded as he nodded over to the nearby fire. “Look at my men and tell me what you see.”

  I looked around us while he rested his cheek against mine.

  Emmy was dancing with an unusually tall, dark haired man, both of them swaying off balance. The man swung her around, and I saw it was Grim. He gave her a long, deep kiss. Twice her size, he had to bend nearly double. Doc and Diamond were laughing at them, neither of them having a problem with whatever was obviously happening there.

  Not even when Grim laid her across the ground and the two of them started tearing off each other’s clothes.

  “What do you see, Little Spy?” Sheriff growled in my ear. His hands had delved into the front of my cadris top, palming my breasts. “You thought of us as savages once. But I know you don’t anymore. We are free. Free and more alive than men like Damien will ever be.”

  “Yes…”

  I could hear the pirate in him now, and it made my blood rush like fire. I leaned into him, letting his warmth and this wildness in him wash over me. His fingers plucked at my nipples. They peaked under his touch, begging to be sucked.

  “You belong to me, Little Spy.” His tongue flicked my ear, sending a delighted shiver through me. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master. I belong to you.” I hoped he could hear the meaning in my voice, that I meant as a slave, not the much stronger implication his words carried. But who knew anymore? Maybe I was lying to myself.

  “You’re so stubborn.” He bit my neck. “It doesn’t matter. You will give me all of yourself one day. Look.” He directed my eyes to Grim who had turned Emmy over onto her stomach in front of him. He was taking her from behind, and Emmy clawed at the dirt under her, her eyes glazed with ecstasy. “You belong like that. On your knees while I fuck you until you scream.”

  Wetness pooled between my legs, soaking the crotch of my pants through. I squirmed into him and closed my eyes. He moaned into my ear.

  “See?” He grabbed my hand and put it between his legs, rubbing his wickedly hard cock against my palm. “See what you do to me?”

  “General. Hogging our woman all for yourself, I see.”

  I looked up. Hawk stood in front of us, his normally stoic expression relaxed. He was dressed in his cut and leather pants again, along with a fresh shirt. There was a tankard in his hand.

  Worry pricked me at first. Hawk didn’t drink. When Hawk was hurting, he usually vanished into that meditation cave and wrapped himself in solitude for days. As the Captain of the Guard, tasked with protecting the men, Crash’s death hit him as hard as it had Doc. It must have hit him harder than I thought if he was forgoing his need for self-control in favor of drink.

  “Hawk. Take a load off,” Sheriff said, fumbling with the laces at the front of my cadris top.

  Hawk set his tankard aside and got on his knees. He cupped my nape and claimed my mouth hard. T
he kiss carried so much longing in it, so much need and loss, I wanted to wrap him in my warmth and let him lose himself in me until there was nothing left but sweat and sex and pleasure.

  I gripped the front of his cut and gave him all that I had. Hawk’s tongue pushed into my mouth, and I met it thrust for thrust. His kiss was laced with beer, the alcohol making me delightfully lightheaded.

  When Hawk pulled back, he took my chin. “You’re lucky you’re out here, Kitten, otherwise I’d be tying you up in my cave and fucking you until dawn.”

  The threat in his voice caused my heart to pound.

  “Fuck, what’s with this knot here?” Sheriff grumbled, tugging on my top. “Do you women take lessons in man-proofing your clothes?”

  Hawk’s lips quirked. He untied the knot easily, but instead of pulling the front open, he loosened the string and then pulled the shirt up over my breasts. I lifted my arms up, letting him pull the top off and toss it aside.

  Sheriff squeezed one breast with his palm, grazing the nipple with his thumb, making me arch my back in response.

  Hawk’s hand cupped the other, weighing the mound in his palm. His eyes lifted—to Sheriff, I realized. Waiting for something, before he bent and took the nipple into his mouth.

  My thoughts whirled. According to Pretty Boy, Hawk preferred to take a woman strictly one-on-one, his “lone wolf thing’ as he’d once put it. And yet, here he was sucking on my nipple while Sheriff played with my other. Hawk sucked harder and I squirmed, groaning.

  The implications of what was happening here slid through my passion-glazed mind. Both of them at once. Steel and Pretty Boy were one thing. I was used to them, used to the interplay between them, accustomed to the way they handled me, so much that it felt like being with one person. Hawk and Sheriff, my two decidedly most brutal masters—I’d never thought about what it would be like to have them taking me at the same time.

  And right here, out in the open with half the club and our guests looking on.

  Maker, have mercy.

  “We need to get these fucking pants off her.”

  I half heard Sheriff’s gruff voice through the pounding of my heart in my ears. Hawk moaned in approval, sucking on my other nipple and starting to undo the laces at the front of my pants. His tongue swirled my nipple, lashing it until it bunched painfully.

  “How would you like that, hmm?” Sheriff licked my bare shoulder. “Sucking one of us off while the other fucks your tight little pussy.”

  I panted, nodding, lost for words. Hawk lifted his head, and then his arms were around me, pulling me on top of him on the grass.

  “We should have had her come to this party naked.” Hawk shoved his hands down between us, fumbling for the front of my pants. I lifted my hips for him, supporting myself with my hands on his chest.

  My warrior master opened my pants the rest of the way before Sheriff yanked them from my hips. Hawk savored the hollow of my throat, licking and sucking, every hot trail of his tongue and graze of his teeth turning my sex slicker while Sheriff pulled my pants off.

  A woman’s needy cry made me look up.

  Not ten feet from us, Emmy was still on her stomach, her perky ass in the air, nails digging into the ground. Grim was behind her on his knees, pumping slowly in and out of her. His fingers raked down her back and she arched, her expression a look of pure rapture that made me as hot as the sight of her getting fucked.

  Only a few feet away, Tanya was in Savage’s lap, leaning back on him while he took it all in. His twin and Reaper were lying back near him, arms behind their heads, watching with amusement. Both men’s pants were tented.

  On the other side of Grim and Emmy, Doc had laid Diamond in the grass, and the two of them were wrapped around each other, rutting wildly. Diamond caught my eye with a passion-dazed gaze, watching us.

  Sheriff’s fingers slid through my wet folds, bringing me swiftly back to him and Hawk.

  “Watching all this debauchery is making her wet, Hawk. We’d better do something about that.”

  Hawk helped me straddle him and undid his belt with a flick of his wrist. His other hand massaged my breasts. “I think we can fix that, Sheriff.”

  Sheriff tugged on my hair, pulling my head back. He slid two of his fingers into my mouth, making me suck off my juices. I licked his fingers, loving the deep growl he let out in response.

  Hawk had freed his cock and now wrapped my hand around it, guiding me so that I stroked its length slowly.

  “Fuck, I need her mouth around my cock, Sheriff.”

  I wondered if watching me suck Sheriff’s fingers the way I would have done with his cock made Hawk harder. It must have, because his shaft twitched violently in my grip.

  “Now this I want to see.” Sheriff released me, and I heard him move away a little to give me room. “Go on, sweetheart. Show me how you take Hawk’s dick.”

  I looked down and my mouth watered.

  Hawk’s cock was as glorious as always, long and thick and a little curved, sheathed in lightly bronzed skin. It felt like silk under my fingers. It occurred to me I’d never had that perfection in my mouth before. How had such a travesty happened?

  A bolt of mischief struck me. Instead of taking him in my mouth right away as Sheriff had demanded, I met Hawk’s intense gaze. Then, pushing aside my nervousness, I bent and ran my tongue over the hint of a dark treasure line that ran from his pelvis to his navel.

  His chest shook with restraint. A sense of power heated my blood seeing my effect on him. I did it again. His hand dove into my hair.

  “Don’t toy with Master, Kitten.”

  His voice was raw with need and deliciously dangerous while his hand tightened in my hair. I didn’t dare test him. I lowered my head and took my master into my mouth, running my lips and tongue up and down his shaft.

  A primal rumble escaped him. Hawk’s whole body tensed under a tenuous thread of self-control.

  Knowing I could shatter a man as stoic as Hawk gave me an indescribable rush. I felt so connected to him then, so completely aware of him, it was like I’d become a part of him. I sucked on him hard. Hawk cursed, and it made me smile.

  “Don’t let him off easy, sweetheart. I want to see him lose it.”

  Hawk made a noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and a growl.

  Oh, Maker, did I want to strip him of that last thread of composure? And in front of Sheriff, knowing it would only feed the beast in him?

  I didn’t realize I’d stopped until Sheriff’s hand gripped my head and pushed it down so that I had to take more of Hawk into my mouth.

  Sheriff took the choice from me and that only made me wetter.

  I groaned and let him control the pace, catching onto the conspiracy I’d suddenly become a part of. Licking and sucking every inch of Hawk’s hardness I could. His cock hardened even more in my mouth.

  “Fuck, what are you doing to me?” Hawk rasped.

  Was he talking to me or Sheriff? I imagined it was both, and something about that almost made me come right there. Sheriff’s role as General appeared to have taken on a new meaning here. I smiled around Hawk and swallowed him whole.

  Hawk bucked his hips, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and stopped with him half in my mouth.

  “Don’t stop.”

  Sheriff’s command seized my body and mind, controlling me as easily as his rough grip on my head.

  “Don’t stop until he comes.”

  Hawk grunted, his hips shot up, and his hands flung out, clawing at the ground to either side of him as I eagerly sucked his cock. He panted, cursed and thrust into my mouth like a fiend.

  Warm musk filled my throat and coated my tongue. I swallowed it eagerly.

  “See the power you have over my men?” Sheriff had grabbed my shoulders and hauled me against him, one hand around my throat, the other one cupping my sex while his voice growled in my ear. “You turn them into animals.”

  His fingers stroked my soaking sex. I moaned, my head tossed back. Meanw
hile, Hawk got up on his knees.

  “I can’t believe you did that, Sheriff.” His eyes were dancing, though. Hawk took my chin. “Did you like that, Kitten? Did you like seeing me come apart for you?”

  “Yes, Master.” I did.

  Hawk put my hand on his cock. I gasped. It was already iron-hard again.

  “I’ll be like this all night.” He lifted me onto his hips and thrust into me in one swift movement.

  I clenched around him, ecstasy going all the way to my toes. My arms gripped him around the shoulders, and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as I buried my face in his neck.

  While men’s voices drifted around us, some of them filled with lust, Hawk dropped us both across the blanket, crushing me under his weight. He didn’t slow down or stop, instead pumping me hard and fast.

  Sheriff said nothing, grabbing my chin, guiding my head into position as his other hand opened his pants. The next thing I knew, my mouth was full of his cock, his palm trapping my chin, taking control again.

  I tilted my head for a better angle and let him thrust in and out of my mouth while Hawk pounded me as if taking me could save him from his pain.

  “That’s it, my Little Spy. Take your masters like a good girl.”

  My pussy clenched around Hawk at Sheriff’s words, intensifying our mutual desire.

  With my head back, I couldn’t see him, but I liked imagining that Hawk watched my mouth work over his General’s cock. He went faster, harder, grunting his pleasure. Any sense of self control he might have had was now well and truly gone.

  We came as one, rutting wildly. Sheriff quickened his pace, gripping my chin almost painfully until his seed spilled into my mouth. Hawk swore. As soon as Sheriff pulled out and released me, Hawk’s mouth savaged mine.

  I clung to him, milking the last of Hawk’s orgasm as I chased mine.

  Within moments, Hawk and Sheriff switched places.

  Sheriff knelt between my legs and turned me on my stomach. “You’re not finished yet, Little Spy.” His bit my ear and I squealed, part pleasure, part pain.

  How did he make me feel so used, yet so complete at the same time?