“Hey,” she said, her voice low and sultry, giving my cock another tantalizing jolt.
I was overcome with emotion. What if this was the last time I would see her? The thought shouldn’t have entered my head. I was usually so confident, but there were things Ash and I still had to do. There were things I needed to say.
Waiting in the doorway, I put one hand against it, using it to lean, not sure if I should approach. I couldn’t read her. Ash seemed on the verge of tears. But why?
“What’s—” I started. I was going to ask her what was wrong when she launched herself from the bed. I expected a punch to the gut. Instead, she threw herself at my chest and wrapped her arms around me.
She was so soft, warm, and right. I splayed my hand across the small of her back as she gazed into my eyes, hers wide and shining with the emergence of tears.
“I thought I might never see you again.”
Oh, shit. She knew that I went on the run. That wasn’t supposed to happen. That was Bastard business. Someone had dropped the ball.
“Don’t get hurt. Please, don’t get hurt,” she said, grabbing fistfuls of my shirt. Her strong grasp on me shook me from my spinning thoughts.
“I’m fine,” I said. My calloused fingertips rested on her neck, burning, she was so worked up. I slowly swayed over her tense muscles, trying to relax her, but it stirred my arousal. Touching her was driving me wild, and the beast inside of me couldn’t be contained for long at this rate.
“You can’t go.”
“No, I’ll never leave you,” I said. I dug my fingertips into her hips again, not letting her go, unable to break away.
She hugged me again, shoving her cheek against my chest. I couldn’t stand her this distressed.
“Don’t leave. I’m sorry about what happened between us,” she begged.
“Hey, I told you, I’m not going anywhere.” I peeled her off me. She gazed at me in wonder. Her bottom lip hung open. It was juicy and plump, and her tongue was laying there, just waiting to be taken. How could I allow that angel to cry for me? I needed to change this. I knew the perfect way.
“I won’t leave you. You mean too much to me, Ash,” I said. Overcome with possessiveness and a need to take care of her, I crushed her lips with mine. She let out a sharp moan, spreading her lips for me to enter, and I was in, rushing against her.
Ash tugged at my shirt.
She wanted the bed.
8
Ash
I was a blubbering mess when he walked into my room. It scared me that he might leave my life violently and sudden. When he emerged, the truth came spilling out of me.
He calmed my nerves at first, even making my heart swell when he said that he wouldn’t leave me. I believed him. He said it with such conviction that my world had been sucked of all worry and I was thrust into an erotic frenzy, a need for him to get closer, deeper, for him to take everything.
I trusted him, but I needed to savor him. Red was mine. He was possessive, and I was as well. Tugging at him, that was all he needed to suck me into that erotic whirlwind with his tongue dancing with mine.
Tossed playfully on the bed, I bounced onto my elbows. My thighs were spread. He dropped between them. Pressing his weight on me, I let out a gasp and succumbed to the mattress. His throbbing hardness rubbed against me, so hot he could’ve tattooed my inner thigh.
“No more games. I’m fucking you tonight.”
No complaints from me. A thought emerged in the back of my mind, What about your job? but the voice was far away. My need for Red pounded in my chest, hammering all doubts. Raining down kisses on my neck, he hit that sensitive, weak spot, and I curled against him and kicked the sheets.
“You’re mine, Ash. Mine,” he growled. He sucked and nibbled my shoulder. His hands grasped my ample ass, cupping it and swaying his fingers closer to the edge of my dress.
Pulling away, he tossed off his shirt, revealing rows of finely sculpted muscle. His chest was wide and powerful, his abs strong, a thin trail of hair seducing my eyes lower.
He kissed me again. When he did, I snapped his hair clasp off, letting his manly lock falls to his shoulders. My gorgeous Bastard. With a vicious smile, he peppered my stomach with kisses. His lips met my hips and got them rolling.
My heels dropped to the floor. His touch caressed the full length of my legs as I closed my eyes and embraced the welling arousal taking control of my body. A surge hit me and my eyes sprang open as he arrived at my inner thighs.
He growled again. His abs flexed at the sight of my black panties peeking out from my dress. Getting lower, he speared my thighs wide, his tongue winding up my inner thighs to my dripping hot sex.
Moaning madly, I clamped my thighs shut in anticipation. His presence bore down on me, as if I could feel his testosterone emanating in crashing waves right at my gates.
Driving me wide again, he kept a hand on my right thigh, pulling me closer as his other hand threw my dress higher. Exposed, I was slick, begging for his touch.
His lips ravished the curve of my panties. I lifted my ass to get him to peel them off. Thankfully, Red granted me that much. He tossed my panties to my ankles and I kicked them off. My hot, needy sex was exposed, feeling so vulnerable at that moment, I couldn’t revel in it, instead I was taken into an insurmountable bliss as Red’s tongue met my velvety folds.
I pushed my mound at his rushing tongue. Rocking my hips, I tried to get off on the bridge of his nose as he teased me with that skilled tongue of his, running from my lips to my beating, blossoming bud, but not touching it, not yet.
He shoved his fat tongue into my entrance. I couldn’t believe how long and thick his tongue was, or how good it made me feel. Swaying inside me, he spread open my tight channel as I flowed onto him. I stopped thrusting my hips. Involuntary shudders rocked me to my core and had me a whimpering, hot mess on the mattress.
My fists grabbed for the sheets. I pulled them closer to me as he ate me out. When he let up for a breath, I could pull air into my expelled lungs. I screamed, “Fuck me.”
I squeezed my hips again. My pussy hugged at nothing. Aching arose from inside of me. I needed him. Needed him now.
“Please,” I begged.
He bit down on his lip.
“I love this dress on you, but it needs to come off. Lift your arms.”
I did as he asked. He grabbed the dress and slowly raised it over me, exposing every inch with a wider, wolfish smile. When it was off, he wasted no time, driving his full weight on me, keeping me pinned as his hands wrapped underneath and unsnapped my bra.
His eyes were lit, raging at the sight of my perky nipples pointing right at his lips. Cupping my swollen mounds, caressing the underside and letting the heaviness bounce in his palms, Red let out a long groan.
His smile was gone.
I tugged at his jeans. He understood what I wanted. He wanted it just as much. Jeans off, he wore some black, fit boxers underneath, hugging his rigid, full cock.
“I’d like to take those pretty lips of yours, but if I don’t get inside of you right now, I’m going to lose my mind.”
He pushed his boxers off, as soon as he did, his thick, long cock reared up. He looked perfect, if not a little threatening. His size would make me feel even more vulnerable, even more like it was my first time. Why did I feel like I was a virgin again when it came to Red?
Usually, I was quite confident, even maybe a little too confident, a little bored? Sex seemed mechanical...but with Red...magical.
Red snapped his condom on, then rolled it down all of that delicious length. Pushing himself on me again, he pinned my thighs wide. He pushed himself forward. His thick tip rested at my slick entrance and pumped endorphins into my already high-flying mind. I reeled back, almost coiling in on myself as I braced myself to take all of that beautiful length.
“I’m not going anywhere. That sweet pussy is all mine. Forever.”
Really? Forever? It was strange. Usually this would spark fear. Instead I belie
ved him, and truly, deeply wanted forever. He spread me even wider. All air was shot from my lungs as he shoved inside of me, his love filling me. This was only the beginning.
There was a mix of pleasure and pain, which surprised me, but in the best way. I rocked back. He slid a hand under my ass and kept it splayed to take me deep. I spread wider to fit him. My pussy gaped, his fat, hearty cock shoving me open even more as he thrust to my end.
“Red,” I cried out. “Yes,” I screamed.
I reached for him. I clawed at his forearms. He left me, pulling out, and I was so empty, but that space was filled again as he rushed in, slamming into me, this time, with less pain, and a lot more pleasure.
His balls surged against me. “Hell,” he groaned. “You’re so damn good. So damn tight.”
I was going to ask if that was a problem. But then I saw his eyes close and his abs pump. His cock throbbed against my walls. Was he on the verge of coming? He pulled out of me again, slowly, and let his tip slide over my sensitive grooves. He was so filling, fitting so right.
Not yet. He had a lot in store for me. Red crashed his hips into mine, until the sound of our hot skin clapping echoed through the rooms.
It sent me over the edge. He sent me hurdling into a free fall, right into a blinding, white bliss.
“Yes, Red, Red, Red, fuck,” I screamed like I had never screamed before.
“Come for me, Ash. Scream my name. You’re mine. Don’t you forget it.”
My mind shattered like pieces of me were strewn across the room. He slowly stroked, adding fuel to the fire. I fell back flat to the mattress with Red keeping me pinned, grooving inside as I erupted.
I didn’t want it to end.
“I still want more.”
“Oh, I wasn’t done,” he told me.
He pulled out. Once again, there was a distinct emptiness. Grabbing my hips, he tossed me onto my knees. I clambered onto my palms.
Pulling me back to his waiting cock, he shoved my head down and I rose my plump ass, exactly what he wanted. He pushed inside of me again. As he traveled, I was swept up in mini orgasms that threatened to unleash the big one, the one that would completely break me.
He ravaged me, drilling me even deeper. My cheeks hit the bed and I moaned into it while peering behind me, watching as he was consumed with lust. His muscles strained, his grunting turned to growls, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he released.
To see him get off to me like that set me off. A tremendous high swallowed me whole. I clamped down. All of my muscles tensed as I milked him. I heard his growling behind me. He heated up and twitched, his stiffness hitting my trigger and making my ass grind.
“Fuck yes. Here it comes.”
I hollered for him to do it, to come, but it only came out a squeal. He poured, erupting inside of me. He pumped his condom full. Red pinned his chest to my back and wrapped me up in his arms. I twitched with him, our bodies thrumming to the same orgasmic vibrations. I wouldn’t unwind myself from him.
Red had claimed me. I was officially his property, whether I liked it or not. And right now, I liked it a whole lot.
Perhaps I could be his old lady. With both of us panting so close, our bodies overwhelmed with pleasure and exhaustion, there was nothing I wanted more than Red.
He slid out of me. My pussy pulsated again, missing him. Once his fingers released their grip from my ass, I dropped to my back. My thighs were still trembling. My toes uncurled and I brushed my sweaty hair away from my eyes.
“They say you’re not supposed to have sex before a fight,” he said. “That was worth it.”
I smiled at him, but then I recoiled, shoving myself back onto the pillows. I tensed. “What? What fight?”
He raised an eyebrow as he dropped down. He ran his fingers through his wild, sleek mane. When he looked over at me again, he noticed how tense I was.
Sex with Red had left me relaxed. He steamrolled all of my stress, but it was still there somewhere, percolating.
“Guess they didn’t tell you everything. I was on a scouting mission. The real mission happens tomorrow.”
I clutched my sides, hiding my breasts, scrunching my knees together.
“What sort of mission?” My tone was grim.
“We don’t talk about that. We’ve got some things to take care of. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it.” He reached for his jeans. He began to put them on.
“You’re not going to stay here?”
He looked back and forth between the door and me.
“It’d be best if I didn’t tonight. I don’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off you.”
“You’re not capable of sleeping here with me?”
He dipped in and kissed my forehead. His warmth spread over me like draping me with a blanket right out of the dryer. He tossed his shirt off his muscled, sweaty body. I sucked in his musk to store for later—like leather, the beach, and a hardworking man.
“Not tonight. This seems much too nice for what I’m about to do.”
“Wait,” I said before he left.
“Huh?” He reached for another shirt. I watched that thin cotton roll over his abs again. He needed to come back safe and sound so I could indulge in that sight again and again.
“Here you go, babe. Something to keep you company for the night. Trust me, it’s best if I sleep in another room. Tomorrow is going to be rough.”
He tossed me his shirt. I caught it and kept it near my toes. He left without another word. I was speechless. I wasn’t sure what to think. I knew I was still worried about Red, but he had blown my mind with that awesome sex.
Clutching his shirt, I inhaled deeply, and buried my head on the pillow, keeping my thoughts of Red close.
* * *
Red
I didn’t need an alarm. I woke in a few hours, fueled by adrenaline and a battle cry raging inside of my soul.
Tired, no, I wasn’t allowed to be tired. I had been waiting too long to bring justice to King.
Taking an ice-cold shower melded my hot anger to a focused steel. I flung the handle all the way to cold until my balls felt like retracting inside of me. Drying my mane off, I worked myself down, wishing Ash were there to send me off to battle. Best if she wasn’t, though. Best if she stayed far out of this.
After drying myself off, I strapped myself into my battle gear. Throwing my colors on brought me to a hyper-focused mode. I strode out to the middle of the compound to meet the other soldiers. Wide awake, Jackal jogged up to me. Must’ve been in the genes.
“Hey bro, didn’t want to wake you. I started handing out the weapons.”
I twitched. I wanted to put him in his place and tell him that no one touched my armory but me. I grunted, “Thanks,” and headed over with the others, an army of black leather, automatic assault rifles, and armored vests.
“There he is,” Boots said, mocking me with a childish tone. “We were about to wake you, sleepy buns.”
I grinned back at him. I noticed Crack was there. He hopped into one of the vans, still holding a beer.
“You want to be filled in?”
“No,” I said. “Give me a gun.”
Jackal shoved a M4A1 at my chest. A powerful assault rifle. Highly illegal. God damn, that thing could get me hard. What a beauty.
“You don’t want to be filled in?”
“No, just tell me who I’m with.”
“You’re with me,” Jackal said. I gave him a pat on the back.
“We’re all ready,” Boots said to Jackal.
Jackal raised his arm in the air and did some sort of swooping signal. I wasn’t sure why the bikes would go in circles. It seemed like a strange motion. Maybe I should’ve listened to the plan.
Chopping followed his signal. The wind seemed to pick up as well. Dust rolled past my ankles, and I heard swooping in the air. Someone from another charter rushed from behind the east wing.
“Good to go,” he yelled.
I watched a black helicopter rise above the
compound. The downwash forced me back a step.
“What the fuck?”
A helicopter? When did we get a helicopter?
“Maybe you should’ve been here for the meeting,” Jackal said while looking like he was about to weep at the sight of the glorious copter.
“Pine Wood charter guy owns it. He’s got a pilot license. Figure it’ll come in handy.”
Hell yeah, why not? Boots sounded the boys to gather around. He yelled for them to shut up. It only took three barks.
When they fell silent, he started to speak again, got choked up, and needed a squeeze on his shoulders from Cole to get started again.
“Every Defiler you kill, do it for King, like you were usin’ his own hands to wring their fucking necks. He would want nothing less. Go and kill like true Bastards. For we are the Blessed ones. The Blessed fuckin’ Bastards.”
After a hoot, the men hopped onto their bikes or into the front vehicles. The foremost vehicle caught my attention. It was a huge van fitted with armor and a ram.
There was a scream all around for King. Then the bikes tore it up, close to a hundred powerful engines starting at once. It sounded like the first explosion to the war. We pulled out in formation, streaming out of our compound like they opened the gates of hell.
We took the back roads fast. My eyes were peeled ahead, my adrenaline fueling me and keeping me wide awake. There was fear there, but that was fine. I was old enough and tough enough where I understood fear. I could use fear to my advantage. If any of the other guys didn’t feel it, they were stupid, and being stupid could lead you to an early retirement.
My mind drifted to Ash...
The Blessed Bastards were about to show their true colors. Would she ever want me if she knew the truth? If she knew who I really was?
My resolve hardened as we approached the barricades. Everyone kicked it up, accelerating at high speed. The Defilers’ traveling compound was housed in a circular valley, burnt orange mountains surrounding them on all sides. We thought about putting snipers up on the hills, but we didn’t want any casualties to our men by stray fire. This would have to be up close and personal.
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