by Sadie Jacks
“But we’ve talked about control before, you’ve never had issues with it. What’s changed this time?” Saint asked.
“I don’t know that we’ve talked about control in these kinds of terms, but I’m sure you’re right. Hmm, let me think.”
Juan’s voice filtered through my subconsciousness. “Beg for mercy little girl. Beg me for it and you can have it.”
“Please, daddy, please. Please don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I swear,” five-year-old Kiema pleaded.
“I’m going to kill that piece of fucking trash,” Ransom said after I told them what I’d remembered.
“Get in fucking line,” Saint said. He got up from the bed, paced the length of the room. His fists were clenching and unclenching, his breathing slow and measured. In through his nose, out through his mouth.
“They always made me beg, ask to get out. But whenever I did, they just beat or hit me harder. I finally stopped begging after I turned seventeen. I could see how much both Juan and Ferria liked it. My pleading. They even told the other enforcers to force me to beg. I’m pretty sure they recorded all of those beatings.” I swallowed the lump of rage in my throat.
“What makes you say that?” Ransom asked. Saint was still pacing the room.
“I thought I heard my own screams coming from Juan’s office one day. When I actually got into the room, he was hitting a button on the speakers. I felt dirtier talking to him then than I ever had or would feel in his presence.”
“Chop him up into little pieces,” Saint mumbled on another pass of the room.
“Feed him to Asher and Taryk,” Ransom said.
I chuckled. “I don’t think they should eat them. There’s no need to bring that poison into our home.”
Saint stopped walking. I was a little sad I couldn’t watch his body bend and flex as he moved. Within another breath he was leaning over me on the bed. Our noses almost touching. “Do you mean that?”
“Yes. Who knows what kind of nastiness is in Juan and Ferria. If nothing else, we don’t need the acid reflux.” I rubbed my nose up and down his. Damn, he smelled good. I was so close to his lips. I wondered what it would take to get his lips on mine?
Ransom laughed, interrupting my thoughts. “He was talking about calling this ‘our’ home.”
“Oh.” My eyes popped wide. Then my brow furrowed. “Yes. Is that not what we had planned? Did you want me to live somewhere else?” I could feel my insides curling in on themselves.
“Better hurry up, bro. She’s getting ready to spiral again,” Ransom said.
Saint’s lips crashed down onto mine, silencing all my thoughts but the feel of his mouth against mine.
Ransom chuckled as he lifted himself off the bed. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
Saint lifted his head, his lips just inches from mine. “Stay. You can be her ties.”
A burst of fire sparked in my sex, bringing a flood of wet heat with it.
Ransom looked at me. His eyebrows raised in question.
I nodded. “I think I could handle that.” I looked back at Saint. “Will you promise to tie me up later, just you and me?”
Ransom whistled low. “That’s like Christmas and his birthday all rolled up into one sexy fucking package, angel.”
Saint didn’t take his eyes off me. “There are some other rules that go along with that. Are you going to be okay to listen to them? Follow them to the best of your ability?”
“Yes.” I felt another arrow of heat slice through my pussy at the fire that started in Saint’s eyes at my answer.
He rested his forehead against mine. “Then yes. We’ll discuss it later. Right now, I need Ransom to hold you down while I devour you. Okay?”
“What about if I need you to slow down or something?” I asked, feeling the slight clenching in my belly. This time, it so wasn’t sexy.
Saint backed up. Crouched down so we were at eye level.
He grabbed my wrist, held my hand over his heart. “I promise you, Kiema Rosalinda Feuer, if you say anything about wanting to slow down or stop, I will. No ifs, no ands, no buts. You’ll only have to ask once.”
His heartbeat stayed steady, his eyes blazed with ferocious truth into mine.
My belly unclenched. “Thank you, Saint.” I leaned forward and kissed him.
He shuddered. Then he looked at the man behind me. “Ransom. If you would, please?”
A husky throaty chuckle came from behind me, the man who’d first stolen my heart. “With great pleasure.”
Chapter 24 – Saint
My eyes were only for Kiema as Ransom shucked his boxers. I’d seen the man naked more times than I could count. Eh. Still not my cuppa.
The long luscious lines of Kiema, though? Those I could get lost in for days. The honey of her skin beckoned me.
Ransom sat up against my headboard, a hiss as the cold metal touched his back. He pulled my new favorite dessert into his arms. Their fingers intertwined, a measure to keep her from touching me before I was ready. He locked his legs over hers, a sort of bracer to keep her legs spread, her cunt open for me, whatever I chose to do with it.
Her pupils dilated as Ransom got her locked down.
She really did like this.
With Ten’s help, I could now identify the smell of our Mate. So much fuller bodied than simple berries and amber. I could smell the sharp spicy scent of lingonberry mixed with the honey I likened her skin tone to. The spice of the amber scent was there, but it was both mellower and brighter with this newfound olfactory sense of mine.
I climbed the bed, my gaze focused on the lips of her vagina. The deepest, heaviest scent emanated from her core. I zeroed straight for it, needing more of that aroma in my nose.
She bucked as I slid my tongue inside her.
Ransom’s husky laugh a soft counterpoint to her loud gasp that ended on a moan.
Kiema breathed my name. A smile pulled at my lips as I found her clit with my tongue. I flicked it over and over until she was bucking and dancing in Ransom’s arms.
Thank fuck she’s restrained.
“Saintsaintsaintsaintsaintsaint.” My name rolled up into a tight scream as she came. Just as her shudders were about to end, I slid three fingers inside her sheath.
“Fuuuuck, honey, you’re so tight.” I could feel a line of sweat break out on my forehead. This was going to be tougher than I thought.
“Wait until she wraps your dick, man,” Ransom said. I pulled back as I finger fucked Kiema. Ransom’s eyes were hot and had an almost electric blue hue threading with the dark blue.
Kiema’s eyelids were shut, her head thrown back on Ransom’s shoulder, her neck muscles distended in pleasure. I tried for a fourth finger in her cunt. Her pussy walls grabbed at me.
“Aaah, Saint. Hurts.” She wiggled back from me, her eyes a little wild.
I pulled back, not even touching her while I let her brain figure out what she wanted.
She nodded at me, a brilliant smile on her face.
That smile slayed me. Ripped through my chest cavity, scorched my heart like a bonfire, and healed me all at the same time.
“Ours,” Ten said in my head. He wasn’t even upset about Ransom being in the same bed with us.
“It is for her own protection,” he said cryptically.
I was just fucking glad he wasn’t throwing a bitch fit.
“Saint. Don’t tease.” Kiema pouted at me.
Was there anything sexier than a woman begging you to touch her? Not in my fucking book.
I started all over again, trailing light kisses and licks up her legs.
Ransom grunted every once and again as I hit his skin in my meanderings. I bit him for his trouble.
“Fuck, bro.” He kicked at me.
Kiema giggled.
Which turned into another gasp as I licked her from the bottom to the top of her slit. She tasted even better than she felt, which I had thought to be almost impossible. I slid my tongue over every nerve, kissing and flickin
g her clit. I rimmed the opening of her vagina. Her muscles tried to clamp around my tongue as I wedged it just inside her.
“Saint,” she barked at me.
I’d never heard that tone of voice from her before. For a second I wondered if I’d hurt her. My heart clenched. I looked up. She definitely doesn’t look hurt. More furious than anything else.
Her eyes were almost completely silver. Even her pupils had lightened to the mercurial color. What the fuck was happening to her? Was it something I’d done? A low heat flickered to life in my chest as it clenched.
“Kiema?”
“Stop teasing me,” she ordered.
My already hard cock bucked at the demand in her voice. The heat that had started in my chest rocketed through my bloodstream.
I caught Ransom’s look of surprise over her shoulder. He was looking a little shocked as well.
“Easy, Saint. She is very close to fully ascending. You don’t want her to charge you. You won’t enjoy the outcome which will hurt our Mate.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do then, Ten?”
“Whatever she asks. She is not fully in charge of herself. Do not damage her while she ascends. All of us, most of all you, will hate you for it.” He faded to the back of my mind again.
I picked up where I left off. I was more than a little worried about what could or might happen as we moved forward.
Judging by Kiema’s snarls and growls, she didn’t really share my hesitation. “Saint,” she whined, her voice more like the Kiema’s I was accustomed to.
I looked up at her, her beautiful normal eyes stared back at me. “Everything okay?” A blush rose to her cheeks.
“Everything’s fine, honey. More than fine.”
I looked to Ransom, gave him the signal. He nodded. Lifting Kiema just a little, he climbed up her body from behind, so his lower body would be out of my way when I took her.
Kiema’s eyes closed on a sigh. She tried to press herself into both of us.
Once her legs were free, she opened them as wide as they would go. “Please, Saint. I need you.”
My cock hardened into steel. Climbing higher on the bed, I nestled myself between her legs.
This would have worked a lot easier with my old smaller body.
My face almost plastered into Ransom’s chest, I gathered Kiema into my arms. Ransom locked her hands in the air over our heads.
Sweet fuck. No matter what I touched her with—hands, lips, tongue—her skin was silky smooth. I gritted my teeth. My dick was nestled against her. She undulated her body, trying to get me inside her. I kept playing with her, wanting to see the desire, the lust on her face.
Her eyes flashed open. All liquid silver shined back at me.
I wasn’t rushing this. No matter what her magic wanted.
“You can wait until I’m ready to give it to you. You’ll like it better that way, I promise,” I growled in her face. I wasn’t really sure who I was talking to at that moment, but it had the desired effect either way.
Bracing my knees farther apart, I settled our groins together. I rocked against her, building the tension in our bodies. The heat. The pressure.
“Fuck, bro. She’s fucking hot,” Ransom said in a harsh whisper.
Yes, she fucking was.
I lifted her slightly, removed one hand from her back and fitted myself to her opening. With one long hard push, I sat myself to the hilt inside her.
Creamy wet heat sucked my dick as deep inside her as it would go. I felt bigger, heavier, and longer than ever before. She took every. Fucking. Inch.
My head fell back on my shoulders as the pleasure rippled through my body.
“Saint, please,” she begged.
Using my arms, I lifted her up the smallest degree. I didn’t know if I would be able to let her off of me. I wanted to stay here for the rest of my life.
She put her feet down on the mattress on either side of my hips. I felt the muscles in her thighs bunch right before she lifted herself up.
I slammed her back down. I was in charge of this rodeo.
She lifted up, a snarl pulling at her luscious mouth.
Again, I slammed myself home inside her.
A wicked smile overtook the snarl. She lifted herself once more until just the tip of me was still inside her. “Fuck me, Saint. Hard.”
It was Kiema’s voice, but not her eyes.
In the end it didn’t matter. I loved this woman in all her shapes and forms.
I pushed up as I pulled her down by the shoulders. A steady rhythm of slapping bodies soon developed.
Ransom dipped into view whenever Kiema was fully seated on me. He looked ravenous. His blue eyes lighter than I’d ever seen them. His canine teeth were a little longer than I remember them being.
I lost the visual as Kiema rose over me again.
When I could see him again, he was behind her. He’d wrapped her hands in his hair and wrapped his hands around her breasts. He tugged and pulled on her nipples, stretching them tight.
Every time she dropped onto my dick, he let them pull from between his fingers. Whatever that was doing for her, was causing her cunt to tighten down on me.
“Fuck, honey. You’re so fucking hot. You like Ransom pulling your nipples? Making them hurt?”
“Mmhmm.”
I wrapped one hand around her hips, pulling her lower body into me as closely as possible. With my other hand, I slid one finger between her ass cheeks. She pushed her ass out into my hand.
“I’m going to take you here. Then you’re going to ride Ransom and I at the same time. Understand, honey?”
Her pussy tightened even more. I felt like she was fisting my cock, she was so tight around me.
“Turn her around. I need her mouth,” Ransom said.
Kiema whimpered. “Gaia, yes.”
Within seconds, we had everyone repositioned. I scooted back and shoved myself into her tight wet pussy. “She’s even tighter from behind,” I said as I caught Ransom’s gaze.
“I know, bro. Just wait for the finale.”
I lost my stride at the thought of that pleasure zinging through my system.
“Spank her, Saint.”
I snapped my teeth at my brother. This was still my show, damn it.
I licked a long line down my palm. “Ready, honey?” I asked.
A low gurgling sound was all I got as an answer. Her face was full of Ransom’s dick.
I took that as a yes. Lifting my hand high, I brought it down with a little more force than I’d planned on.
I pulled my hand back, afraid I’d hurt her. She snuggled her pussy and ass up closer to me, wiggling her ass from side to side. The pink outline of my palm on her honeyed skin started a low fire at the base of my spine.
I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Watching her take all of Ransom in her mouth and down her throat had me slapping her ass harder and harder. She was fucking amazing. She was mine. She was ours.
“Now, Kiema,” Ransom said.
He looked at me.
“Now, Kiema,” I repeated.
I reached around, found her clit with my thumb while I flicked and rubbed at the bright red spot on her ass.
A low moan started in her throat. Ransom’s head fell back as his orgasm ripped through him. He pushed his dick so far into Kiema’s face I almost stopped everything.
But then my own orgasm sliced through me. I shoved from the other end, pushing her farther into him.
Ransom pulled back and lifted her between our bodies. He took one side of her neck. I took the other.
Together we bit her. Marked her. Made her ours.
As our teeth sank into her skin, her skin became luminescent. A blinding light strobed out from our bodies, leaving me blind for moments on end.
We fell into a pile as the light finally died.
Chapter 25 – Xander
“Blackhammer89, you’ve got unfriendlies on your six,” I said into the headset.
“Roger that Mind
Freak,” came the reply.
I fired on the enemies with my virtual gun, bullets sprayed and bodies fell in their wake. The picture flickered on my screen.
“What the fuck?” I hit the side of it with my hand. That had never happened before.
The picture steadied. I kept on blazing through enemy lines. We had to secure the package before it was airlifted off the island.
The picture flickered again. Right before a loud electrical pop sounded through my headset. The lights went out as the fire alarms went off.
“What the fuck is happening?” I shot through our mental network as I threw off the headset. I started counting down the seconds until the backup generator turned on..
Ten.
Nine.
I grabbed the right keyboard, my fingers flying over the keys to do a system check.
We were completely black.
Seven.
“Xander, if you’ve blown another breaker, I’m beating your ass,” Asher said through the implant.
“It wasn’t me.”
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Lights came back on. My computers began automatic reboot settings.
Atlas, Taryk, Asher, and Lukas came rushing into my rooms.
“What the fuck, Xan?” Taryk asked, his cell phone in his hand. The small device lit up his face. “It’s saying we had a power surge. The whole block is down.”
I shook my head. “I’ve got no clue. I was just playing my game.” I tipped my chin at my usual console. A thin stream of smoke rose from the casing.
“Someone’s gonna fucking die,” I muttered. It had taken me almost a year to get to the last level.
“We can worry about your virtual life after we’ve made sure your real life isn’t in danger. Where are Ransom, Saint, and Kiema?” Taryk asked.
I snorted. “Really? Was that an actual question?” I lifted a finger, pointed it at the ceiling. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear any of their caterwauling.”
“Oh, believe me, I did. I just thought they’d be down here already.” We all looked at each other.
