by Raven Dark
“Master, wait. Whoever’s at the door will see us.”
“So?” He growled against my neck. “Are you shy, Petal?”
“Maker, you’re serious, Master?” My chest heaved against his at the thought that he’d take me right then and there without a care for who saw us. I was supposed to care, and yet I couldn’t make myself do more than groan and put my head back, inviting his hot kisses along my throat.
The door to the suite squeaked open.
“Hawk.” I could hear the smile in Pretty Boy’s voice. “Something wrong, Captain?”
Some of the tension left me. It was just Hawk, not some guest I didn’t know or Lord Falnar himself.
Hawk spoke so low I couldn’t make out what he said.
“We’ll see them tomorrow,” Pretty Boy said. “We’re kind of busy right now. Why don’t you come and join us?”
My eyes widened. Three of them at once?
Steel must have picked up on my reaction, because he lifted his head, and his dark blue eyes twinkled. “What will you do if there are three of us taking you at once? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? All your sweet little holes filled?”
My blood raced. Part of me wanted to squeak a refusal, while the rest of me turned to jelly under him. Could I handle three of my powerful, not to mention well endowed, masters filling me like that?
Maker’s Light, help me.
I thought I heard amusement in Hawk’s voice when he answered, though again, I didn’t hear his words.
Pretty Boy hooted.
“Enjoy yourselves, you two,” Hawk said with a chuckle before the door closed.
A mix of relief and disappointment whirled through me. I had to admit, I was curious to know what it would be like to be overwhelmed by the three of them.
Pretty Boy ran back into the room and leaped on the bed.
Steel glanced at him. “Did he chicken out?”
Pretty Boy shrugged. “You know him and his lone wolf thing. Oh well, more for us.” He started undoing his pants.
“Next time, then.”
“Next time, Masters?” My voice shook.
“Oh, yeah.” Pretty Boy freed his cock and stroked the impressive length slowly. “We’ll get him in on it eventually, Princess. Then we’ll have a real party.”
His voice was deliciously gruff and threatening.
Steel chuckled and finished removing my top, throwing it to the floor. Pretty Boy took my hand and folded my fingers around his shaft.
“Make yourself useful, Princess.”
My mouth watered to taste him, but I didn’t have the courage to tell him or Steel, so I ran my hand up and down Pretty Boy’s length the way my masters had taught me, a tight grip I drew all the way up his cock and down in slow strokes.
Pretty Boy moaned. His pale eyes closed, his head back while he rocked his hips with my strokes.
Steel watched me work his Brother over while he flicked open the front of my pants. He dipped his head, sucked on my nipple. The heat went all the way to my toes. I squirmed into him and sped up my strokes.
“Magic hands. Love your perfect hands on my cock,” Pretty Boy rasped, his breathing quickening. Those burning blue, sapphire eyes were ablaze now.
Pretty Boy pushed my hand away, and I blinked sidelong at him.
“Did I do something wrong, Master?”
“Never. Steel, turn her around. I want her mouth on me.”
Yes. Finally.
Steel pushed himself up off me only long enough to turn me over on my stomach and spin me around on the bed so that my head was at the foot end, where Pretty Boy knelt. Then he moved in between my legs.
Realizing what they wanted, anticipation made me drunk with need. Steel spread my legs to either side of him and yanked my cadris pants from my waist. He gave my ass a hearty swat. The sting dragged a whimper from me and made me slicker.
“Let me see you suck my Brother’s cock while I fuck you from behind.” His voice was a primitive rumble.
I wriggled onto my hands and knees and scooted closer to the end of the bed where Pretty Boy now stood, legs slightly parted, his hand on his cock.
“Suck me, Princess.” He grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging me closer.
My tongue flicked out of its own accord. I hungrily lapped at the wet, warm tip with the flat of my tongue. Pretty Boy let out a long moan, fingers flexing with barely held restraint on my hair. All the while, behind me, Steel’s fingers slid through my sopping folds.
“She’s so wet, PB. You have to feel this.”
I released Pretty Boy’s cock and looked back at Steel in time to see him slip his cut from his huge shoulders and toss it aside. His massive arms and chest flexed as he moved. His fingers dipped between my legs again, stroking my wetness, then slid slowly into me.
“Don’t stop.” Pretty Boy said, turning my head around to face him and pointing his cock at my mouth. “I haven’t even gotten started with you yet.”
Now this was it; this was the dirty, filthy sex between these two I’d missed. I dipped my head and took all of him, licking and sucking, loving the musky, male taste of him, the scent of desire that made my head swim.
Pretty Boy gripped my head with both hands and slowly fucked my mouth.
“I love watching this.” Steel worked open his belt and I heard a zipper being pulled down. “I love watching you eat him up. Tell me how much you want my cock.”
Pretty Boy eased up his grip, and I let his cock pop free of my mouth. I was panting.
“I want it, Master. I want your cock inside me.”
I meant it. I hadn’t been with him since before the Dreg attack, and I’d nearly lost him. My blood burned so hot for a connection to him, I thought I’d die if he didn’t fill me right then and there.
Steel growled, pulled my hips against him, and ploughed into me. I moaned around Pretty Boy’s cock.
“Take me the way you want me, Princess,” Pretty Boy rasped. “Take all of it.”
I sucked him harder, running my mouth up and down. While Pretty Boy fisted my hair, I rocked my hips to Steel’s hungry rhythm.
Soon, the two of them found their pace. Steel sped up, and so did Pretty Boy, until the headboard rattled with Steel’s thrusts, and I whimpered in time with Pretty Boy’s savage use of my mouth.
My vicious biker masters had me, all of me, taking what they wanted and grunting their pleasure, filling me from both ends like they owned me.
I’d been raised for the epitome of class and poise, and yet in the hands of these pirates, these Dark Legion men, here was the only place I wanted to be.
When all of us came in a frenzy of thrusts and grunts and sighs, they switched places. Pretty Boy spun me so that I lay widthwise across the bed on my stomach, my head hanging over the side. Steel grabbed my head and thrust into my mouth, while Pretty Boy jerked my hips up, filling me in one swift, merciless thrust.
“Fuck, woman,” Pretty Boy rumbled in my ear. “So fucking perfect, so fucking tight. You’re going to sleep like a baby tonight, Princess.” He pounded me hungrily.
“If we let her sleep, PB.” Steel’s hands gripped my chin and the back of my head, controlling how he took his pleasure. “We might just keep fucking her. One can have a go while the other watches when he gets tired.”
I almost came again right there from his words alone.
When Steel held onto my shoulders, Pretty Boy seized my hair from behind and pulled my head up at the perfect angle for his Brother to fuck my mouth, all the while continuing to hammer himself into me from behind.
“You’ve earned your road rat status back, Princess, but here, things will never change, will they? You like being our little slave, don’t you?”
His voice turned the words into raw fire that made my nipples ache and had me clenching around him. I hummed my agreement around Steel’s shaft.
“Yeah. You missed being our dirty little whore.”
Oh, how did he know just what to say? The filthy words should have gone against everyth
ing I’d been raised for, the cultured opulence and refinement of Damien’s court. But I didn’t want that. I wanted this. I wanted them.
“Tell me what you are,” Pretty Boy commanded in my ear.
Steel pulled out of my mouth, spit dripping down my chin.
“I am your whore. Always, Masters.”
Steel raked out a growl and pushed himself back inside my mouth again. Or had I taken him there?
Pretty Boy lost his own fragile control and his thrusts turned savage. He bit my ear and the pain sent my need higher. I fucked him back, my ass slamming against his thighs.
Black spots tore across my vision as I came with abandon. My masters roared in mutual release, and I bucked wildly, squeezing my inner walls around Pretty Boy’s cock. Steel’s seed filled my mouth, and I swallowed it eagerly. Liquid heat spread across my back, spilling across the Dark Legion’s mark.
They’d used me, branded me, filled me, but I also felt bound to them in a way that went far beyond the physical. I was theirs, but they were also mine.
All mine.
A few moments later, panting and spent, we lay with our heads on the pillows, a tangle of limbs and body heat and sweat. Pretty Boy had drawn me so that I lay with my leg over his hip, my head on his chest. His heartbeat seemed to fall into rhythm with mine and I snuggled into him, while Steel got up to get a wet washcloth and water.
“I missed this, Masters.” I rubbed my cheek against Pretty Boy’s broad chest as Steel lovingly wiped me clean.
Steel mumbled unintelligibly and kissed my shoulder, tossing the cloth on the side table before climbing in behind me.
Pretty Boy stared at the ceiling and made slow drawings on my arm with his fingers. “So did we, Princess. So did we.”
I lifted my head, startled by his admission and the lack of deflection in his reply.
Pretty Boy blinked, seeming to realize what he said. He opened his mouth, but then Steel’s hand twitched and he looked down at himself.
“Steel, do you realize where your hand is, pal?”
I glanced down and suppressed a laugh. Steel’s fingers were precariously close to Pretty Boy’s half-hard cock. I looked up at Pretty Boy. “Shall I leave you two alone?”
“Huh?” Steel sounded half asleep. He grunted and moved his hand to my hip.
Pretty Boy swatted my ass. “Cheeky little minx.”
I giggled. “Master, have you never thought about it happening between you two? With how close you both are, and all those long road trips with no women in sight? You never entertained the idea once?”
Pretty Boy raised a brow at me, looking surprised. I’d been joking, but I wondered if I’d gone too far. MCs, and in fact, most factions, had strict laws—or perhaps customs was a better word—that male on male relationships were frowned upon. Relations of that type obviously happened, since females were so rare, but it wasn’t discussed.
Pretty Boy squinted at the ceiling, seeming to consider something. “We did it once,” he said softly.
I stared down at him. “Light, you did? You and…” I indicated Steel.
He gave a single nod.
I gulped, shocked at how wet I was getting. “That’s…”
“Hot?”
“Uh huh.” I nipped his ear.
Pretty Boy stifled a loud laugh with his fist, obviously trying not to wake Steel. Steel’s breathing had evened out in sleep, his chest rising and falling heavily.
“Tell me more, Master,” I purred.
He dropped his hand behind his head. “We were on another Delta trip, right after Steel had been rescued from Vizic.”
“The Gladiator overseer.” I rubbed his chest, making wide circles with my palm.
“Yeah. The damn trip lasted two weeks, because of a landslide. We never stopped in town long enough to get any women for the night. Got into a fight with a local gang in one of the towns we were trying to protect. You know me after a fight. I get stupid horny. Sheriff made a joke about…um…Steel dealing with my needs. We shared a tent, and…well. Use your imagination for the rest.”
Oh, my imagination was doing the job just fine.
Strangely, while Pretty Boy had told me the story, I’d initially found it hard to picture the two of them together, but the more I thought about it, the more it fit. They were incredibly close, after all.
When Pretty Boy didn’t elaborate, I lifted my head and gave him a sad look. “That’s all I get?”
“Yes,” he grinned, looking uncomfortable. “We were five fucking sheets to the wind, Princess.”
“Sure you were.”
He tugged my hair playfully. Then he looked at me intently. “Does it change anything, hearing about that? Does it make me sound…”
“Less attractive?”
He didn’t confirm, just waited.
I shook my head. “Not at all. I wish I’d seen it.”
His shoulders shook. Then he pushed my long hair back and gave me one of his wicked smiles.
“Oh, yeah? It turns you on, huh?” His cock jerked under me, and he cupped my ass, grinding me into him.
“Uh huh.”
“You never cease to surprise me, Setora. I love it.”
We kissed for a long time, slow and wet and hot. By the time I rested my head on his chest again, I was breathless, and my sex was soaked. Part of me wanted to beg him for release, but another part wanted to just enjoy the heat of my own need. I settled into him.
We laid in warm, companionable silence for a long time.
Love for Pretty Boy, love as strong as what I felt for Steel, welled up, hot and stinging, but a now familiar bite of trepidation kept the words at bay. Pretty Boy was wild and carefree, an adventurer at heart. He’d pull away if he knew I wanted the kind of permanence, the kind of deep connection my heart longed for.
I pushed the thought down before it could ruin the moment, but he had to have picked up on something, because his fingers stopped drawing on my arm.
“What is it, Princess?” He spoke as if this was the second time he’d sensed something off.
I swallowed, chickening out, and made myself look at him, coming up with the only thing I could think of to explain my hesitation.
“What’s your real name, Master?” I whispered.
He turned his head, meeting my gaze. “You asked me that before, Princess.”
I lowered my eyes. Would he refuse to tell me as he had before? Suddenly it became the most important thing in the world to know, though I couldn’t have said why.
“Yes, Master. I did.”
“And what would you do if I told you?”
I shook my head. “Nothing, Master,” I mumbled. “You don’t have to tell me.”
He took my chin, tipping it up. I was surprised to see a twinkle in his eyes.
“You really want to know?”
“Yes, Master. Please tell me?”
His smile was sudden and huge. “No way. This is too much fun. I can’t tell you now.”
“That’s not fair, Master.” I grinned.
“It’s my name to give to whom I choose.”
I sighed and laid my head down on his chest again. “Does anyone know your name?”
I felt him tense. “A few people.”
“The others? Steel, Hawk, Sheriff?”
“Yeah.”
I looked up, not understanding his sudden weariness.
“I hate my name, Setora. I always have.”
“Why?”
“I got it from a whore of a mother who cared more about her booze and her drugs than her own son.” His voice was quiet, his eyes on the ceiling, dark with memories.
“I’m so sorry, Master.” I tightened my arms around him.
His hand tightened on my arm. “She walked out on me when I was seven,” he went on slowly. “The village in Mount Dire’s shadow took care of me.”
I held him tighter and listened to him talk, wishing I could take away his pain.
“I stayed with different women and men in the village until I was
older, but I mostly hung out with Steel. Dice had me for a while too, until Mount Dire blew.”
“Cherry wasn’t with him then, was she?”
“No.”
If she had been, he might have ended up being almost like her brother. It was an interesting thought. They probably would have killed each other.
“How can a mother just leave her child like that?” I sighed into his neck and kissed him.
“Addiction is a horrible thing, Princess. It’s a demon that takes over everything, makes you forget what’s important in life. Steel can tell you.”
“Vizec, I know. He got him addicted to Staminine.”
Pretty Boy nodded.
“My mother was taken from me when I was six, so I understand. My brother, too. I know what it’s like to lose someone.”
“I know you do, Princess.”
He kissed my head and inhaled my scent. “My mother always said, the name a child is given is a sign of love. How a mother feels for her child. I thought she must have really loved me, with the name she chose, you know? And then she was just gone. I met Steel and later, Sheriff. Maybe that’s why we hit it off so well, because we were all kind of alone. Steel’s parents pretty much ignored him, and Sheriff and I didn’t have anyone by then.”
“What about Hawk? When did you meet him?”
Hawk had told me there was a reason the Four were so close, something that had to do with his father, but he’d never told me what the connection was.
“It was always me and Steel, first, then Sheriff. Hawk joined our trio later. That’s when things changed. When we really got close. Like our own little club.”
Dice had told me about that, how the four of them had developed a club they’d called the Dark Legion, hence this club’s name.
“What happened with you three and Hawk, Master? Something bound you four together, but what was it?”
He shook his head and took my face in his hands. “This is shitty pillow talk, Princess. We’ll tell you one day, but not here, not now. Right now, I just want to be with you.”
I nodded and settled into him one last time.
As we dropped off to sleep, I found myself making a promise. If Pretty Boy told me his real name, I would treasure it more than any jewels in the Grotto.
