Blake, Abby - Traitor [Altered Destinies 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Abby Blake

  “Who’s your friend?” the professor said as he moved closer to Sandra. Fuck, this was bad, really, really bad. Surely he’d recognize her from the time she’d been mistaken for Dana.

  “This,” Darrick said as he fisted a hand in Sandra’s hair and forced her to her knees, “is our fuck-toy.” Sandra glanced at Davin with such pain and shock in her eyes that for a moment he worried that she believed them capable of what Darrick seemed to be saying. But he felt a whisper-soft touch on his mind and realized it was her reassuring him. Fuck, how did they get so lucky? The woman’s capacity for love and trust was beyond anything he’d ever known.

  Darrick forced her head down so that Sandra knelt submissively at his feet, her face hidden. Thankfully the professor didn’t seem to recognize her. The old guy actually laughed, almost as if he were delighted that his sons were such unfeeling assholes. Great. They’d finally made daddy happy. How was that for irony?

  The professor turned his attention to Davin. “Developed any new skills lately?”

  “A touch of telekinesis,” he said honestly, although he doubted that was related to the injection the professor had given him. He wasn’t about to share on the memory-transfer skill, but knew he had to give his father something.

  The professor looked disappointed, and his focus on them quickly dissolved. He turned to the man behind him. “Get them a room. Bring them up to speed on security protocol.” Then he walked away without a backward glance.

  * * * *

  Sandra was damn near gasping for breath. The adrenaline, fear, and shock at Darrick’s behavior still didn’t drown out the intense arousal she was feeling. The hard grip in her hair was actually painful enough to bring tears to her eyes, but that didn’t dull the passion.

  “Up,” Darrick said as his hand flexed in her hair. She could feel his disgust that he needed to treat her this way, but she was fairly certain that everyone else had bought the act. It seemed that she was the only one able to sense Davin and Darrick’s emotions. Thank heavens for small favors.

  She moved quickly to comply, keeping her head down so that she wouldn’t be recognized. As an agent she’d always worn her hair in a tight braid. She wasn’t even sure why she’d left it down today, other than Davin and Darrick preferred it that way, but she was very glad that she hadn’t gone all stubborn and put it up just to remind them that she was a highly trained agent.

  The entrance they used to the facility was quite simple in its design—a hinged trapdoor disguised as floorboards with a sealed vault-like door underneath—and Sandra found herself wondering how The Agency could have missed it. Surely they went over the buildings several times. They should have picked up some clues as to where the base was actually hidden.

  Surrounded by heavily armed soldiers—apparently Davin and Darrick’s father didn’t trust them that much—the three of them were led to a fairly ordinary-looking bedroom.

  “Bathroom’s through that door,” one of the soldiers said in a gruff voice. “Food will be delivered. Stay in here.”

  Darrick dragged her in by her hair, but when the door closed—and locked—behind them he went to loosen his grip. “Don’t,” she sent telepathically. “The room probably has cameras. I think this is a test.”

  She could feel the anger pulsing through him, but Sandra knew it was from frustration that he couldn’t drop the act and not aimed in any way at her.

  “Push me to the floor,” she said quickly. “It’s okay. I love you, but you need to do this to keep us all safe.” She sent quick mental images to him of what she knew needed to come.

  He pushed her to the floor, and she threw herself into the action so that his shove seemed much harder than it actually was. “Strip,” he ordered out loud, his telepathic, “I love you,” overriding the small quiver of fear she felt at his tone. He stood over her, his legs braced wide, his arms crossed, the sneer on his face very convincing.

  She dragged her clothes off, not bothering to wipe away the tears that slid down her face. She could feel how much they both hated the need to do this, but they had to make it look real. It was obvious that the professor didn’t trust them.

  “Suck me,” Davin said as he stepped in front of her and undid his jeans. His cock was soft, so she quickly wrapped her hands around him and sucked the head into her mouth.

  This wasn’t going to work if neither of them could get an erection. She sent images of the way they’d dominated her in the hotel and felt Davin’s cock grow a little harder. “Think of it as dominating me now and cuddling me later.”

  “I promise we’ll spend the rest of our lives making this up to you,” Darrick sent telepathically as he slapped her ass and said out loud, “Suck him harder.”

  She did exactly as instructed as the sting from the slap heated her lower half and zinged straight to her clit. The fact that they had an audience just seemed to make her hotter. Davin groaned as his cock lengthened in her mouth and pressed against the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, her own arousal growing as he gripped her head and began thrusting forcefully into and out of her mouth.

  She relaxed her throat, reassuring him telepathically that she was enjoying the way he was taking his pleasure. He groaned again as his movements grew more frantic, his lunges into her mouth more forceful, his need to come more urgent.

  But Darrick slapped her ass. “Stop,” he ordered them both. Davin pushed her away from him, and she made a show of collapsing onto the floor in a boneless heap. “On the bed,” Darrick ordered even as he picked her up off the floor and arranged her on her back with her legs over his shoulders.

  He was about to thrust hard into her aching pussy when he hesitated. “No condoms,” he practically shouted telepathically.

  “It’s okay,” she replied. “I get the injection every six months and regular tests. I’m clean. I haven’t had a sexual relationship in a long time.” Not since her ex-husband if truth be told, but they didn’t need to go into details now.

  “We’re both clean, too,” Darrick assured her as he pushed his cock inside her pussy. “We’ve always used condoms, and our last tests were clean, too.” She also sensed that it had been quite a while since their last relationship as well. She wasn’t completely surprised—considering their teamwork in bed—but it was unusual that they’d never had a relationship or sexual encounter without the other being a part of it. She filed that information away for later. Right now they needed to convince the people behind the cameras that she was the unimportant fuck-toy they’d claimed.

  * * * *

  Davin stepped closer to the bed, his cock throbbing as he watched his brother fuck their woman almost violently. The most incredible part about this act was that all three of them were beginning to enjoy it. He wanted, no, needed, to climb onto the bed and be a part of it.

  He could sense Sandra’s need to moan in pleasure. “Scream, honey,” he sent at the same time he clapped a hand over her mouth. It wouldn’t do their ruthless act any good if she seemed to be enjoying the way Darrick was fucking her.

  Sandra screamed, the high-pitched keening noise muffled by his hand as she burst into orgasm. Darrick pounded into her harder, grabbing her hips and dragging her violently against him to cover her quivering, shaking, breathless climax. Holy fuck, their woman was hot.

  Darrick pulled away and flipped her onto all fours. He gathered the cream from her orgasm, spreading it over her anus before pressing his slippery cockhead against her puckered opening and pushing inside. She groaned at the abrupt entry but thankfully reassured them telepathically that she was okay. Davin could barely believe the feelings of belonging and contentment coming from their woman.

  Darrick took her ass almost as violently as he’d fucked her pussy. But then just as abruptly as before he pulled out and pushed her facedown on the bed.

  “Fuck him,” Darrick ordered as Davin lay down on the edge of the bed and dragged her over him. She shook violently as she grabbed his cock and lowered her pussy over him. She slid onto his cock, her inne
r walls caressing him as the aftereffects of her last climax and the build of the next continued to vibrate through every muscle of her body.

  As soon as he was rammed to the hilt inside her pussy, he banded her with his arms and squeezed. To an outsider it would look like he was holding her trapped, but he desperately needed to hold her close. He felt Darrick press his cock against her anus.

  “Fight me. Wriggle around,” Darrick sent to her. “Give me a reason to spank your ass.”

  The melting arousal that Davin felt wash through her was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, and he felt breathless for her. She wriggled, pretending to pull away from Darrick’s cock. The first slap was loud in the room, the second even harder, the third made her scream out in pain. But the pain quickly morphed into heat, and Sandra shook again with her need to orgasm.

  Darrick pinned her down, pressing her hard against Davin as he thrust his cock back into her ass. Davin couldn’t move, but the way Darrick was pressing her down rubbed her clit against Davin’s body, and orgasm suddenly slammed through Sandra.

  Her pussy frantically gripped and released against his cock, and even without moving he felt his own climax spin closer. Darrick groaned as he gave in to Sandra’s body’s demands and released his seed deep into her ass. Davin felt his balls draw up tight, his entire focus now centered on the incredible feeling of Sandra caressing his length as she came hard and long between them.

  Unable to hold back a moment longer, Davin thrust up into her pussy, his arms tightening around her upper body as cum burst from his cock and pumped deep into her body.

  Panting hard, they lay in a big heap until Darrick thankfully remembered the reason for the incredible fucking they’d just experienced. Darrick pulled away, lifted Sandra off Davin with a strong hand wrapped around her arm, and half dragged, half marched Sandra toward the bathroom.

  Chapter Ten

  “Clean yourself up,” Darrick growled as he grabbed a washcloth and wiped his dick before tucking it into his pants. He zipped up, annoyed as hell that they had to continue the charade when all he wanted to do was drop at her feet and beg for her forgiveness. When Sandra stepped into the shower, turned on the taps, and slumped to the ground like a woman poorly used, Darrick was nearly ready to blow their cover and fight their way out of this place. But then she sent them both such a pure burst of love that he knew he’d have a lifetime to make it all up to her, if only they made it out of here alive.

  But the question was did they have anywhere to go?

  Darrick left the bathroom quickly when he heard the bedroom door open and somebody come through.

  “Excellent,” he heard Davin say to their visitor. “I’m starving.”

  “Thought you might be,” the man said with a grin so sly Darrick wanted to lay the bastard out with one hard punch. But he forced himself to grin and act his part.

  “Stay in the shower, baby girl,” he sent telepathically, letting his fear for her leak through. Her clothes were scattered on the floor in the main room, and he didn’t want to chance the woman he loved coming anywhere near this guy. It was quite obvious that he’d seen at least some of what had happened on the bed.

  Davin reached over and shook hands with the man, holding his grip just a little longer than normal but not too long to be impolite. “Davin Stevenson.”

  “Rob Dawson,” the man said with a friendly smile. “It’s been a couple of eventful days around here. First the professor and then his sons showing up. It must have been rather difficult to escape The Agency cells.” Darrick could feel the man’s telepathic skills probing at the edges of his mind. Obviously dear old dad didn’t trust them still. Darrick let the man into particular parts of his mind, trying to make certain that it seemed his skill was as weak as it had been before they’d met Sandra. Whatever the hell was going on with their extrasensory skills, it was definitely linked to the relationship they shared.

  The man continued to talk amiably, his questions designed to bring the thoughts he needed to the top of their minds. “Wow, telekinesis,” he said with an approving nod when Davin explained how he’d unlocked the cell back at The Agency. “That’s a skill I’ve always wanted. Maybe one day,” he said with a grin.

  Darrick was careful to hide that he also had telekinetic ability. If the professor knew he’d developed it, too, then he’d know it wasn’t from the injection he’d given Davin the day of The Agency’s raid.

  “Any chance of getting out of here?” Darrick asked as a headache began directly behind his eyes. The strain of hiding most of his thoughts was taking a rather large toll, and he was worried that the longer the man used his skill to try and catch them in a lie the more likely he was to succeed.

  “I’ll have a word to the professor,” he said with a nod as he headed toward the door. “Things have been a little hectic lately. The boss is flying in tonight, and we all want everything to be perfect.”

  “Understandable,” Davin said with a friendly expression.

  The guy laughed, sounding just a little bit nervous. “You got that right,” he said as he absently took Davin’s outstretched hand and shook once more. “It might be a great salary package, but the severance plan sucks.” The man made a slicing motion across his throat, and Darrick couldn’t decide whether he was talking in a figurative sense or if he meant it very literally. “Anyway, I’ll catch you later.”

  He left with a casual wave, and Darrick felt the telepathic pressure in his head decrease. Davin dropped his head forward and rubbed both temples with his fingers. “That was intense.”

  “Do you think it worked?”

  “Seemed to. The good news is that I was able to access our newest friend’s memories on the self-destruct mechanism that we read about. It was never installed in this facility.”

  “At least something went our way,” Darrick said as he felt just a small trickle of hope that things might work out. He glanced toward the bathroom. “Are you okay, baby girl?”

  “I’m fine. I’ve got the same headache going on as you two. It’s frigging hard to imitate a human without extrasensory skills, but I think he bought it.” He heard the shower turn off, and a moment later she entered the room with a towel wrapped around her. “Is the food edible? I’m starving.”

  Mindful of the cameras still monitoring them, Darrick picked up her clothes and threw them at her. “Get dressed,” he ordered out loud. She kept her head down and moved slowly as if she really was a captive being used for their pleasure.

  “One thing worries me,” she said telepathically as she pulled on her clothes. “No one has shown any curiosity about how we got here. With the neurotoxin and the minefield wouldn’t somebody be asking questions?”

  “I’m not sure,” Davin said, obviously as disturbed by Sandra’s thought as she was.

  “It’s possible that anybody watching would assume the telekinetic ability came from Davin, but they would also have seen me come with you willingly.”

  “You’re right,” Darrick said as he realized the big flaw in their plan. Declaring that she was their fuck-toy was a way to save all their lives, but a woman who’d come with them willingly would at least be confused by the sudden change in attitude.

  “I’m hungry,” Sandra said out loud, “and I’m tired and I want to go home.” Her voice sounded sullen, almost like a lover doing a tantrum. “I knew you guys were into some kinky shit, but you didn’t say anything about being your freaking fuck-toy. What the hell does that mean anyway?” She moved to stand in front of Darrick, her hands on her hips. “Push me away,” she sent telepathically.

  “No,” he sent, feeling almost frantic. This was way too close to what had happened in her marriage.

  “You won’t hurt me. I promise you won’t hurt me. Damn it, Darrick, do it!”

  He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Be quiet,” he said, trying to sound menacing.

  The hurt look on Sandra’s face was so real that he wanted to take everything back—again—but she put her hands on her hips and
frowned, and he knew that to keep their cover he would need to do something quickly.

  “But you promised me a good time. This place sucks,” she said plaintively. He pushed her away from him, grateful that Sandra made it look much more forceful by staggering backward and losing her balance. She landed in a heap on the floor, but he could already feel her telepathic reassurance that he hadn’t hurt her.

  “Stay where you are. If you’re lucky there might be some food left when we’re done.” Tears welled in her beautiful eyes, but she managed to keep her hair covering most of her face for the cameras. She went to talk, and he stepped closer, tightening his hand into a fist as he stood over her. “Move from this spot and I will beat your ass until you learn your place.”

  She nodded, dropped her head forward and pretended to sob quietly. “That should fix that problem,” she said in a smug telepathic voice. “Did you learn anything through the memory transfer, Davin?”

  “Not much that makes sense. I saw a meeting with the ‘boss’ that didn’t go well. They’re right to be concerned.”

  “Did you get a name?”

  “Only a picture of him from a distance. Apparently our new ‘friend’ likes to stay in the background.” Davin sent the mental image to them both. Darrick was certain he’d never seen the man before, but Sandra’s sharp intake of breath caught his attention and had his heart thundering in his chest.

  She managed to cover the reaction by moving her leg and reaching for her calf muscle as if she had a cramp, but the fear coming off her in waves was disconcerting.

  “Who is he?”

  “He’s Gordon Jenkins, second in charge at The Agency—Davies’ right-hand man.” She seemed to hesitate, and he could sense her double checking the mental image against the man she knew. Finally she dropped her head forward, and he felt her running escape scenarios in her head. “We are in a serious load of trouble.”