by Naomi Martin
I look up at Elliot, then look away, unable to meet his eyes. I want to go charging out there after Gray with everything in me. But I also know what a fruitless endeavor it might be. And all the while, we’d be letting our enemies consolidate power. We’d be letting them gather their strength and put their plans in motion—plans which, if allowed to come to fruition, could spell doom for all of us. I’ve come around to the belief that if this Senate committee is allowed to convene with Cook as its head, it’s going to be open season on all of us. We’ll be hunted, and we’ll be exterminated.
“But we can’t just leave Gray out there on his own,” Elliot argues.
“We’ll go and look for him,” Zane says. “You and I, Elliot. And Raven will go and do what she needs to do.”
Elliot opens his mouth to argue, but then seems to reconsider and closes it again. I know he doesn’t like the idea of me going on this mission solo. Hell, I don’t particularly like it, either. But I see the necessity of it. And I have to say that I’m glad Zane is suggesting he and Elliot go and look for Gray. It makes me feel better knowing they’ll try and find out what’s happening with him while I’m occupied.
And, hopefully, by the time I get back, all three of my boys will be here waiting for me. More than that, though, I hope that when I get back, we’ll be closer to a new world in which our existence isn’t an affront, and where killing us isn’t deemed a moral imperative. I want nothing more than to quit fighting and live a life in peace with my boys. I want to spend my days enjoying them. I want to spend my days happy. Not constantly at war, or looking over my shoulder for those black uniforms.
“Thank you, Zane,” I say. “That makes me feel a lot better.”
“I don’t feel better,” Elliot says. “I mean, about Gray, yeah. But I still don’t like the idea of you going out there on your own.”
I walk over and wrap him in a tight embrace, planting a kiss on his cheek as I melt into him. Elliot sighs and holds me tight, running his hands through my hair. I know he’s worried about me and I wish I could say or do something that would assuage that fear, but I know there isn’t. He’s going to have to come to that on his own.
“I’m scared for you,” he whispers.
“I know,” I reply. “But everything is going to be okay. And when I get back, things will be even better than before.”
“I want to believe that,” he says.
“Then do,” I tell him. “Because it’s true.”
I pull him down to me and press my mouth to his. He swirls his tongue around mine and, as our kiss deepens, I feel his arousal pressed against my belly, growing and lengthening. It ignites the flames of desire inside of me.
I know it’s not the ideal time for this. There’s still so much to do.
But I need this. There’s so much uncertainty in my life right now, I need something solid to cling to. I don’t know if I’m going to survive and come back from this mission. I don’t know where Gray is, nor whether the last time I saw him, on that battlefield, was the last time I’ll ever see him. If this is the last time I’ll ever see Zane and Elliot.
Right now, I need something certain. Something to tether me to the world. I desperately need to feel something life-affirming with them. A respite from all of the fear and anxiety that’s gripped me every single minute of every single day for so long now. I want to feel something good for a change.
I turn around and press my backside to him, grinding myself against his thickening length. I crook my finger at Zane and, with a mischievous smile upon his lips, he stands up and comes over to me. His mouth crashes onto mine and he forces his tongue past my lips. Zane’s kiss is so fiery and intense, it nearly steals my breath.
As Zane kisses my mouth, Elliot’s lips are on my neck, kissing and nibbling at my skin. His hands slide around my waist, slipping beneath my shirt and cupping my breasts. He squeezes and kneads them, the moan that escapes my lips as he gives a pert nipple a firm pinch lost in Zane’s mouth.
As Elliot pushes my pants down, I feel the slickness between my thighs. I’m dripping wet already and nearly breathless with anticipation. Zane slides his tongue from the hollow of my throat to the tip of my chin, sending shivers running from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. I reach down and quickly undo his pants and take hold of his long, thick cock.
Elliot bends me over, running the head of his staff along lips that are soaked and sensitive to the touch. I lean forward and swallow Zane whole, a low rumbling moan passing his lips as I start to suck him. I tighten my lips around his shaft, gripping the base of him with my hand, and start to move my hand and mouth in unison.
I gasp as Elliot pushes himself into me slowly, every inch of him sliding along my inner walls sending sharp shocks of electricity crackling through my body. He buries himself to the hilt within me, filling me up completely, and I moan, my grip on Zane’s staff tightening even harder.
Elliot grips my shoulders and starts to pump his hips, driving himself into me in a slow and steady rhythm that forces my head and hand up and down on Zane’s staff to the same beat. Zane’s fingers are in my hair, gripping and pulling it. There’s a magic flowing between the three of us that’s long been missing. That’s because of me, of course, but now that it’s back, it feels even stronger than before. Feeling Elliot sliding inside of me as Zane fills my mouth is a heady experience that has me lightheaded, my vision studded with bursting stars of light.
As I take him deeper into my mouth, I look up and see Zane looking back at me. His eyes are filled with not just lust and desire, but the deepest sort of love one human can feel for another. I see it in the eyes of all my boys, and it never fails to make my heart turn somersaults. I drag my teeth along his shaft, teasing that sensitive spot just beneath the tip with my tongue, and I feel Zane’s body flinch. He shudders, a long, sultry moan bursting from him.
Gripping my hair tighter, Zane pushes my head down on him, making me take him all way to the back of my throat. I grip him with my mouth even tighter and I feel his body tensing. Behind me, Elliot slides his hands down my back and cups my ass. He gives it a firm smack, drawing a sharp yelp from me. I push myself back on him, savoring every inch of him inside of me.
My entire body is quivering and I feel like a raw nerve as electric sensations wash over me. But I still hunger for more. I stand up and turn around, giving Elliot a long and languid kiss. I turn back to Zane and push him down onto the chair he’d vacated earlier. I quickly kick off my shoes and step out of my pants, which are pooled around my ankles. I straddle him on the chair and rub myself up and down his length, shuddering as his thick staff presses against my clit. Gripping his cock, I nestle the tip between my velvety folds, then slowly slide down on top of him. As he stretches me open, I bite my bottom lip, relishing the feel of him sliding into me.
When I’m fully seated on him, a lusty gasp burst from my throat. Zane reaches up and takes my breasts in his hands, circling my stiff nipples with his thumbs. I reach for Elliot, grabbing his cock and giving it a firm squeeze. He steps forward and I lean down, taking him into my mouth. At the same time, I roll my hips, moving myself up and down on Zane.
Elliot gasps when I take as much of him into my mouth as I can. I lick and suck on his staff with a passion-fueled zeal. I thrust myself downward even harder, impaling myself on Zane’s cock as I lap at the head of Elliot’s, jerking him off at the same time.
The clash of sensations that rock me are powerful. Intense. Ecstasy ripples through my body and the flames of desire in me burn hotter than a forest fire. Zane raises his hips, thrusting himself upward as I drive myself down, his cock pressing against the sensitive spot deep inside that touches off a series of explosions of pleasure that leave me trembling.
Elliot grabs me by the back of the neck and starts to pump himself into my mouth as I ride Zane. I’ve always loved how rough Elliot is with me simply because it’s so different from his normal personality. He’s an introvert by nature, but get him behind closed doors and he’s a wild
man. And I love it.
He throws his head back, a long, loud moan filling the air around us as he fucks my mouth nice and hard. And as I thrust myself down one last time and Zane fills me to the brim, my whole body feels like its locked up. I feel weightless for a moment, and then a rush of sensations flood my body. I writhe on top of Zane and he holds onto my hips, slamming himself into me hard while I come all over him.
Elliot gasps as I drag my teeth down his shaft, then swirl my tongue around the head. He’s got a good grip on my hair and he’s pushing himself into my mouth harder, burying his cock in the back of my throat. I tighten my lips and hand around his staff, squeezing and sucking for all I’m worth. I feel him tensing up and his cock swelling in my mouth.
A moment later, he cries out, calling my name as he erupts. Still gripping my hair, he holds my head in place as he fills my mouth with his warm, thick seed. My eyes glued to his, I swallow it all down, a faint grin touching my lips. And when he’s spent, he staggers backward, dropping onto the edge of the bed with a dumbstruck look and a wavering smile on his face.
I turn my attention back to Zane and grip his shoulders, my nails digging crescents into his skin as I rise and fall on top of him, my movements hard and intense. His mouth finds my breasts as his hands slide around to my ass. I feel his fingers pressing into my skin as he moves me up and down on him.
I gasp as he gives a nipple a firm bite, and a yelp when he slaps my ass. My body radiates pleasure from every pore, and I feel like a live wire of sexual energy. I bounce myself up and down harder. Faster. Leaning down, I kiss him hard, feeling my body tensing again.
“Come for me,” Zane whispers in my ear.
His voice is so sultry and sexy that I almost do come on the spot. But I grit my teeth and continue riding him with a vigor that surprises even me. I use my inner muscles to grip his cock, making myself a little tighter, and he groans. I feel him swelling inside of me and know he’s on the verge of release.
“You come for me,” I whisper back. “Come for me now.”
Zane is able to hold on for a moment longer, but then he, too, can’t keep the heavens from falling down upon us. He presses his head back into the chair, letting out a noise that sounds caught somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a snarling roar. A moment later, though, I feel him erupt. His cock pulses and throbs within me and I’m suddenly awash in his fluid. It fills me up and sets off a wave of pleasure inside of me. My entire body clenches as my orgasm comes crashing down on me. I cling to Zane, our bodies writing as we both ride out the waves of ecstasy together.
Slowly, my breathing and heart rate return to normal, and I can feel the familiar aches and pains in my body blossoming—little tokens of remembrance of the delicious things we did together. And something to look forward to next time.
I look first at Elliot, then at Zane, making sure I hold their gazes.
“I love you both,” I say. “You know that, right?”
“That has never been in doubt,” Zane says.
“And you know that we love you, don’t you?” Elliot asks. “I think I can speak on their behalf when I say we love you with everything in us.”
Zane nods. “He’s right.”
“You all make me happier than you know,” I say.
“That goes both ways,” Elliot says.
A moment of silence descends over us, our brief respite from reality over, the real world once again beckoning. With a sigh, I reluctantly climb off Zane’s lap. If I could, I’d stay here forever. In this room. With these boys. Well… with one notable exception. I give them both my eyes again, trying to convey the earnestness I feel.
“Bring Gray home,” I tell them. “Please.”
Chapter Eighteen
Gray
“Of all the ways I thought I’d die, I never figured to be back here when it happened,” Lucas said.
“We’re not dead yet.”
“No. But we will be.”
We’re sitting on the floor in a small, square room with smooth white walls and no furniture of any kind. There’s a window set in the wall to my right—no doubt some of Villa’s men behind it, deciding what sort of hideous torture they’re going to inflict on us. I’m sure it won’t be pretty. It never is in this stinking place.
I yank on the collar around my neck, my anger flowing through me. I said I’d never be collared again after the last time we broke out of here. And speaking of here, I was surprised when Raven told me they’d rebuilt the Pit. We tore it up pretty good when we busted out, and they’ve not only rebuilt it, but judging by what I’ve seen of the place so far, they fortified and strengthened it. More than that, it seems to have become the central hub of their operations, if Villa can be believed.
Villa. That bastard. At first, I didn’t recognize him. I mean, I’ve heard Raven talking about him endlessly, but I guess I put him out of my mind. But then, it’s not like I’d ever officially met him. I saw him briefly a few times when I was a prisoner here before, but I wasn’t exactly paying attention to him. All of my focus had been on Raven. And before that, it had been on survival.
But when he told me who he was, all of those memories slammed back into place and I’d never felt so stupid before. The thing that is kicking my ass right now is the fact that I was so blinded in my pursuit of Viv, outraged that she would dare lay a hand on Raven, that I never stopped to wonder where we were. I just chased.
For two days, we were on the road, pursuing her, and she’d led us here. Back to the Pit. Back to where it all began. Back to where I faced death on a daily basis, and it was only Raven who made me think about life again. Talk about coming full circle. This version of it sucks.
“I don’t even know how we ended up here,” Lucas mutters.
“We didn’t pay attention,” I tell him. “I know I didn’t. I was so caught up in wanting to kill that bitch, I never stopped to think about where she was leading us.”
Lucas sighs heavily. “Me either. It’s as much my fault as it is yours.”
I shrug and flash him a grin. “I’d say it’s more your fault,” I quip. “Everybody knows wolves are supposed to be super trackers. You’re a disgrace to your species, bro.”
Lucas laughs grimly. “Fuck off.”
A moment of silence passes between us and I let my mind drift back to thoughts of Raven. Of my brothers. Our strange little family. In the time we’ve spent with the Breakers, I have to admit that the bonds I’ve formed with the people there has felt nice. It’s felt like the family I lost. Aside from the whole being at war, constant tension, under the threat of death thing, I’ve been enjoying my time there. For the most part, anyway.
I’ve even enjoyed being on the hunt with Lucas. He’s not as big of an asshole as I thought he was at first. He was just trying to fit in. He was the alpha of his old pack—a pack wiped out by Villa and his men. He’s used to giving orders. Not taking them. And he had a hard time adjusting to his new role so quickly.
And the one thing I’ll always be grateful to him for is the fact that he saved Raven’s life. To me, that shows his true character. He could have done nothing and let her die. But he didn’t. He stepped in and put his own life at risk to save hers. And he compounded that by hitting the road with me to track down the evil bitch who tried to kill her. He didn’t have to do that, either. That makes him okay in my book.
“So, you and Raven...”
I nod. “Yeah. Me and Raven,” I confirm. “As well as Zane and Elliot.”
He laughs softly. “Yeah, I picked up on that,” he replies. “How does that work?”
“Surprisingly easily.”
Lucas turns to me. “So, you and the other guys?”
I shake my head. “Not that easily,” I say with a laugh. “The four of us are bonded. Or, rather, we’re all bonded to Raven. They’re like my brothers and I’d die for either one of them, though.”
He nods. “That must be nice. I miss that,” he murmurs. “I had that with my pack…”
His voice trails o
ff, but it’s hard to not hear the grief that tinges his tone. My heart goes out to him. To have his whole pack ripped away like that—brutally murdered—can’t be easy. To have that bond shattered in that way… I don’t even want to contemplate what that feels like.
“I don’t want to die here,” Lucas says bluntly.
“I don’t think they’re going to kill us.”
“No?”
I shake my head. I’ve been pondering it since they threw us into this room… I don’t even know how long ago now. If they were going to kill us, they would have already. If they were going to simply lock us up again, they would have done so. No, their purpose for us is unclear, but Villa certainly has something else in mind.
“They’re going to use us for something,” I say. “For some sort of experiment, I’d guess.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to do that either.”
A wry grin touches my lips. “Yeah, me either,” I say. “So, if you can think of a way out of this, I’m all ears, man.”
Lucas shrugs. “We could rush ‘em. I mean, if we’re going to die here, I’d rather die on my feet fighting, than sitting here waiting for them to do… whatever it is they’re going to do to us.”
I have to admit, the plan, such as it is, appeals to me. Like Lucas, I’d rather die on my feet and take a few of these assholes with us, than be a goddamn lab rat. But then, I don’t want to die at all. I have something to live for now, and she’s given me reason to not be so cavalier with my life. I want to make it back to Raven and the boys. Which means I’m going to need to play their game, whatever it might be.
“We’re not going to die in here, Lucas. We’re going to get out,” I tell him, trying to sound more confident than I actually feel. “I’ve got shit I want to do before I die.”
He gives me a wolfish grin. “I’ve seen what you want to do in life,” he says. “And she’s hot. I don’t blame you.”
We share a laugh, our voices echoing around the empty chamber. But then a shrill buzzing noise sounds, and a panel in the featureless wall slides back. Colonel Villa steps into the room. He’s followed in by a young, good-looking blonde. I see Lucas immediately sizing her up and I chuckle. Even facing death, he’s still trying to get a piece of ass.
