by G N Wright
“See? Definitely an annoying little brother,” I joke, and he laughs.
Jace snorts, “Queenie, there is nothing little about me, I can assure you,” he replies with a flirty glint in his eye and I groan.
“Pizza in the kitchen for you,” Linc adds, ignoring Jace, turning away from the game yet somehow still winning. Both Rebels have showered and changed into sweats of their own and I still feel humble at being invited into their safe space and getting to see the boys behind the name.
Marcus brings two big pizza boxes from the kitchen island and we settle on the sofa with the guys as they end their game.
Lincoln is the first to speak, “So, what do we think?”
I blow out a breath as I take a bite of pizza and chew it while I mull things over, “Honestly, I don’t know. It’s clear he knew we were coming, that I was coming,” I put emphasis on the I because let’s face it, Elliot is clearly trying to call in that bounty on my head.
“What did he say on the phone?” he asks.
I shrug, “Not much. Told me to stop coming after him before things go too far.”
“I think it's a little late for that,” Jace scoffs.
“It’s been too late for that for three fucking years,” Marcus snaps and I reach out with my free hand to give his arm a squeeze. He uses it to drag me right into his side and doesn’t turn back to the guys until I am completely tucked into his side.
“What guys did we have scouting things out?” he asks them.
“None from the inner circle, a couple of the lower guys, didn’t tell them why just to let us know if there was any unusual activity,” Lincoln replies with a frown. I can tell he is frustrated that he hasn’t worked out what happened yet.
“So, we have a rat or a traitor?” Jace confirms.
“Either way they need to be found,” Marcus replies. “I want everything we have on them and we will sort them out first thing in the morning but for now we should sleep,” he adds.
“You staying here, Queenie?” Jace asks, wiggling his eyebrows at me again.
“Like I would let her out of my sight after tonight,” Marcus scolds him and Jace laughs.
“Oh yeah, a lot of time to make up for, right, brother?” he says with another cheeky smile.
I groan, “Pretty boy, why do you insist on making me want to practice my knife skills?” I ask him in all seriousness, but he just laughs.
“Look, Elle, if Marcus didn’t satisfy you enough that you still feel the need to let off some steam then you know where my room is,” he flirts.
“I will kill you,” Marcus snaps at him and then it’s my turn to laugh and he turns his gaze on me “Oh, is that funny, little King?” he doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he launches himself at me and throws me over his shoulder as I scream with laughter.
He storms us back to his room leaving the guys echoing laughs behind us and doesn’t put me down until he reaches the bed. He is on top of me hovering above me before I can even move, “I don’t share, baby, even with my brothers.”
“That's a shame, they're both pretty hot,” I tease reaching up to kiss his neck and he groans.
“Ells,” he warns, “stop.”
“Make me,” I whisper into his ear and it’s like a break in his control because he fucking snaps pulling back and ripping the sweats off my body before pulling me into a sitting position almost against the headboard so he can climb onto his knees and pull the hoodie over my head.
The action puts his crotch in my face, I can see his hardened length straining against his own sweats, and I don’t hesitate to reach out and squeeze him over the material and he moans in the back of his throat. I love having that effect on him and I crave more.
I reach into his sweats and fist his cock in a firm grip. I don’t really know what I am doing but watching the goosebumps break out on the v shape, leading to his groin keeps me from stopping.
I look up and find his dark lustful stare locked on my hand before he flicks it to mine. His breathing is ragged and all I am doing is holding him in my hand. I glance back to his cock and watch as pre cum leaks from the tip, it's fascinating. I use my thumb to rub it across the head of his cock and he hisses, “Fuck.”
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath like he is trying to calm his breathing but that is the opposite of what I want right now, what I need. I want him to lose control, to break beneath my touch like I did his. His cock swells in my palm and I can’t contain my smug smile at having that effect on him. I need to taste him.
I lean forward and suck the head into my mouth and repeat the same motion my thumb did but with my tongue. His eyes snap back open and lock with mine. His eyes are the blackest I have ever seen them, as he takes me in with his dark stare full of fucking lust. I swirl my tongue around the head again marveling at how smooth it is, while licking off his pre cum.
“Ells,” he says through gritted teeth and I release him to speak back.
“I need to taste you, River,” I say as I tease my tongue against the slit tasting more of him and it seems any restraint he was trying to keep is shattered because his hand slides into my hair and grips me tight as the other slams against the wall above me.
“So fucking taste me, baby. Put that mouth on me, I’m all yours.”
I don’t hesitate to take him into my mouth running my tongue along the underside of him as I put my lips as far as I can manage. Bringing him deep into my throat and hollowing my cheeks so I can accommodate him.
He grunts loudly, jerking into my mouth as he hits the back of my throat, I hold back my gag as tears gather in my eyes but the sounds, he is making are so fucking primal I don’t stop. I keep bobbing my head up and down and taking him in and out of my mouth. Sucking, licking, tasting. Fuck knows if I am doing it right, but he seems to be enjoying it, so I continue.
His grip in my hair tightens as he takes control of the movements and begins fucking my mouth in short rapid thrusts. His cock hardens even more on my tongue and I glance up to find his head thrown back in ecstasy all because of my mouth. I moan around his thick length and he shudders, throwing his head forward and snapping his eyes open to lock with mine.
He moans roughly, “Baby, I am going to come, so if you don’t want me in your mouth move now,” his voice is ragged. I suck him harder ensuring he hits the back of my throat again. Fuck who knew sucking dick could be so fucking hot.
I pull back and suck the head into my mouth once more before gliding my lips down to his base again and sucking hard until I feel him spurt hot jets of warm cum down the back of my throat. I don’t stop, I keep sucking him, swallowing down his seed, until he pulls on my hair.
I pull back letting his cock fall from my mouth and I barely take a breath before he grabs me and kisses me like he needs me to fucking breathe, not caring that his salty essence still resides on my tongue. Why is that so hot?
His kiss is rough and his grip on my hair doesn’t move, as he tilts my head back so he can thrust his tongue into my mouth over and over again. His fingers slip between my thighs finding me soaked again just from tasting him.
“Always so fucking wet,” he grits out against my mouth before he rubs in quick erratic circles against my clit until I am a screaming mess. I come within seconds coating his fingers with my come until we are both spent and breathless against each other.
Our breathing slows and he kisses me again, softly dragging us down until we lay flat on the bed. He curves my body into his and wraps my leg around his thigh until we are pressed against each other fully. He pulls the covers across us before he brushes his nose against mine.
“Sleep, baby,” he whispers into the night.
“I love you, River,” I reply, succumbing to the slumber of the night.
“I love you too, sweet girl,” he presses his lips to my forehead, and I fall asleep feeling more content than I have ever felt in my life.
Chapter 30
LINCOLN
Tonight was a fucking shit show. What was supposed to
be a simple mission from some good intel, turned into a shootout with eight dead bodies. Thankfully, they were none of ours but still it was too fucking close for comfort.
Elle added four bodies to her kill count and Marcus and Jace both made their first kill. Joined us on the dark side. I added two more bodies to my roster like it was nothing and for me, it really was. Nothing. It’s hard to be affected by draining the life out of someone when you killed your first person at eight years old. The darkness slides inside of you before you even know what it means. It has been in me for years, growing, festering. I had several unhealthy ways to deal with it, hacking, fucking, hunting, but then Elle came along and gave my darkness a purpose. Now, I don’t have to fight against it, I can let it out and rid the world of fucking rats at the same time.
Being able to share that with someone else is hard to find. I have my brothers but seeing Marcus with Elle, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have someone of my own to relish in it with. But how can someone ever love you if you don’t love yourself?
Everything is quiet right now considering it’s been two hours since everyone went off to bed. I look at the clock and spy that it’s almost 2am. I should probably try and get some sleep, but I just can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right.
I have been over the CCTV footage from tonight three times and come up with nothing that we don’t already know. Eight guys were sent after us, after Elle. How did they know we would come? All fingers point to us being betrayed by one of our own. I thought we had more loyalty than that but apparently not everyone believes the same thing we do.
I press play on the footage for the fourth time when my email notification pings.
From: Asher Donovan
To: Lincoln Blackwell
Help,
Here are some files that need decrypting. I trust your skill set can manage that. Be quick about it.
Short and sweet as always with him. Never using more words than necessary except when it involves dishing out threats to protect Elle. I guess he isn’t unlike me in that way. I hit reply and type out a quick message in response.
From: Lincoln Blackwell
To: Asher Donovan
Anything else I can do for you boss?
My reply is petty, but his domineering email fucking infuriates me to no end. Why is it the only person to ever crawl under my skin is a fucking psycho with a devil complex? Before I can even wait for a reply my phone rings and although his number isn’t saved, I know it’s him.
“Dark prince, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” I drawl sarcastically as I answer the phone and he huffs in contempt.
“Are you always so fucking annoying?” he snaps, and I smile at his tone.
“It’s one of my many talents,” I muse.
“Well, let’s just focus on your talent as a fucking hacker tonight, shall we?” he says, in exasperation.
“Ah, so you admit I’m talented?” I toss back, enjoying our back-and-forth way more than I should.
He takes a deep breath, “Lincoln,” he draws out my name slowly and he obviously means it as a warning but all it does is make my skin break out in goosebumps. My name should not sound so good on his lips. It makes me think of other things I could do to get him to say my name like that.
“Relax I will get it done --” the perimeter alarm interrupts me as it starts blaring into my office.
“What the fuck is that?” he snaps.
“Perimeter alarm,” I huff as I quickly type into my computer to pull up the feeds to find four masked men surrounding my home, “Someone’s here,” I growl.
I hear him typing on his side, “How many?” he asks, his tone dark and furious.
I pull up every feed I can from every angle, “Four.”
“Where's Elle?” he snaps, but I can hear the telltale sign of panic laced with his anger.
“She’s in bed with Marcus I will go wake--” I start but get cut off by a loud bang.
“What the fuck is that?” he roars into my ear.
I lock eyes onto the bottom left feed and see smoke and flames as another firebomb goes off. BANG.
“Fire,” I say quickly, “they set fire to the building downstairs, two points,” I watch as another starts, “Three points, fuck.”
“Blackwell, I swear to god,” Asher starts, but I cut him off.
“I already told you I would die for her, so how about you let me try?” I snap at him as I strap two guns to my body, place an earpiece in, and pocket my phone so I can free up my hands.
“I need you to hack into our feeds and be my eyes,” I say quickly, entering in some code to allow him access.
“On it,” he barks, and I hear him typing away before he adds, “I’m in,” followed by a quick, “Fuck.”
I stalk towards the bedrooms across the loft and notice the smoke is already billowing under the front door. Fuck this is bad. “We need Zack,” I say but he interrupts me.
“Already on it, you have a team of six guys, five minutes out,” he says, pausing before adding “You don’t have five minutes, Lincoln.”
“Heard,'' I reply as I storm into Jace’s room, he's already up and half dressed.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asks.
“House is on fire, they’re coming,” he takes in the weapons strapped to my torso and grunts before pulling up his sweats and pulling on boots. He slides on the knuckle duster from his bedside table, grabs the baseball bat from the corner and then follows me down the hall.
I bang open Marcus’ door and startle both him and Elle who were clearly still soundly sleeping, not surprising after their extra curriculars. “What the fuck, brother?” he roars, grabbing the sheet to cover her naked body but now isn’t the time to be worried about that.
“We’re on fire, four men are on the way in,” I haven’t even finished speaking before they both dart out of bed and are pulling clothes on. Elle runs into the bathroom and comes out with the two knives from earlier. Her hair is wild, her clothes a mess but the look in her eye is refined and ready. I will never not be amazed by her resilience. We all stalk into the living room which is now thick with black smoke and I cough.
“Roof?” Marcus asks, I nod as I push them all into the direction as I hear crashing beneath us. There go our cars. We make it outside and up the stairs and gasp for air, which is also thick with smoke but mixing with the fresh winter air. Fuck, this is so fucking bad.
“Help,” Ash snaps into my ear.
“All of us are on the roof, what's their status?” I ask, hoping he has some sort of good news.
“They pulled back without setting the last fire, can you make it down the northeast side of the building?” he asks, still typing away.
I stalk across the roof and lean over the side seeing that there is a clean drop free of flames if we can make it down. Our building isn’t that high compared to others. Only two stories but it still has quite the drop. Elle joins me and looks over the side scouting out our next move with me.
“Drainpipe?” she asks, pointing to the one that runs along the corner of the building.
Probably the worst idea ever but we don’t have the luxury of options right now.
“Did she just say fucking drainpipe?” Asher barks into my ear.
“We aren’t exactly spoiled for choice right now, Donovan,” I snap in response and he curses but remains quiet otherwise. Marcus and Jace join us and both lean over to check it out.
“I’m the lightest, I'll go first,” Elle says.
“I don’t fucking think so, princess,” Jace scoffs before Marcus or I can protest. He swings his leg over the wall and reaches out to grip the pipe.
“Careful,” I snap.
“I got this, brother,” he replies as he puts his full weight on it and pulls on it to test its support. When it doesn't move under his weight, I breathe a sigh of relief. He slowly starts maneuvering down as Elle swings herself up onto the wall with a leg on either side.
“What the fuck are y
ou doing?” Marcus snaps in a panic when she grabs for one of the guns at my side.
“Covering him,” she replies, like he is stupid as she casts her glance around the surrounding area readying herself to take a shot if need be. How the fuck did we get here?
We watch as Jace carefully descends until he reaches the floor before Elle waistbands my gun and moves to take her turn. The smoke is so dark and thick now. Just as she is about to drop onto the pipe Marcus grabs her and kisses her.
“Fall, little King, and I will fucking follow you to the gates of heaven,” he says with conviction.
“Don’t be silly, River,” she smiles. “I’ll be at the gates of hell,” she adds before winking, disappearing from view.
We both lean over and watch her go as Jace awaits her at the bottom with his arms up waiting for her like if she fell, he would really try and catch her. The dedication we all have for this girl is astonishing.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Asher curses into my ear and I know he must be watching her on the camera feeds.
“She’s got this, don’t worry,” I say with as much conviction as I can manage, considering I am watching her every move like it might be her last.
“Just fucking get her out of there and home, Help,” he snaps, and I roll my eyes at him even though he can’t see me.
Marcus doesn’t waste any time jumping over the wall and onto the pipe as her feet barely touch the ground, like he can barely stand to be away from her for even a few seconds.
I know the guys have him covered so I turn back into the roof and watch the smoke engulf our home. The only true safe home I have ever known before, going up in flames. I don’t realize how long I stand there, until Asher’s voice hits my ear again.
“Get on the fucking pipe, Blackwell,” he grits into my ear, breaking me out of my appraisal.
I climb over the wall as I reply, “Is that an offer, dark prince?” I muse aloud and he scoffs, cursing at me under his breath again and I laugh. I get to the floor just as two SUV’s come speeding around the corner towards us and we all ready ourselves for another fucking fight.
