“Come on, sleepyhead,” Caleb teased, and I groaned in response.
Valdus took the opportunity to smack my ass, hard. The welts from Zane’s belt yesterday blazed hot and I gasped, before turning toward him with surprise.
“Keep it up, and there’ll be more where that came from,” he scolded, but with a growing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
“You four are just a bossy bunch of tyrants, aren’t you,” I teased, unable to stop myself from grinning straight back at him. He smacked my ass again and I giggled.
“It’s a long journey back,” Valdus replied. “Plenty of places where we can put you over our knees, bare assed, and teach you exactly who is in charge here.” He growled softly, before pulling me into a deep kiss. I couldn’t help myself and responded, still surrounded by his warmth. My hips rolled toward his and I could feel the hard club of his cock pressing against my belly.
“Don’t take it all for yourself,” Caleb chided, as he kissed at my neck. He gripped my hips and pressed up against me. I could feel his hard dick too, our thin clothing the only things separating my flesh from his.
My body pulsed, already reacting to the easy dominance in their tones.
“We’re never going to make it to Atlanta if all we do is fuck her,” Tavik chided and Zane laughed softly in response.
“Hey, we didn’t get a chance to yesterday, like you two did. Plus, her tight little virgin asshole is just begging for a good, hard lesson,” Caleb responded and Valdus grunted in agreement, his lips never leaving mine. Caleb pawed at my backside, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks. I moaned softly as he touched me.
I gasped and Valdus bit my lip gently.
Caleb wanted to fuck my ass? He couldn’t. There was no possible way his massive dick could fit inside me. He’d tear me in two.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be begging for it soon,” Caleb whispered in my ear. I shuddered, but strangely enough, my pussy clenched with arousal at his words.
Valdus pulled away, leaving my lips feeling puffy and used. I leaned back toward him, almost saddened from the loss of his touch. His dick moved, rubbing up and down against my already throbbing clit.
“Men, we’ve got to get moving,” Tavik said more seriously, his eyes roving the woods around us.
“Guys. Get up.” Zane stiffened beside Tavik, his mouth hardening into a firm line.
“Now,” Tavik ordered.
Caleb and Valdus sprang up beside me. They pulled on their combat gear in record time as I rose to my feet and pulled on my boots. By the time I’d shrugged on my leather jacket, the four of them had packed up our camp and were ready to go.
I looked to where Tavik and Zane were staring but couldn’t see anything despite my seemingly enhanced vision. What did they see?
“Tavik?” I asked, but he quickly shushed me. He squatted close to the ground and pressed his palm to the dirt.
“What’s he doing?” I asked Caleb, but he shook his head and placed a single finger on his lips, indicating that I should be silent. Now was not the time for questions and this time, I listened.
I watched as the black pupils in his eyes enlarged, his unique green irises turning an even deeper forest color. After a long moment, he rose up to his feet and sighed, his expression grim.
“We’re surrounded,” he warned. “They’ll be upon us in minutes. Prepare yourself.”
All around me, the men sprang into action, arming themselves with weapons. Tavik turned toward me then and pressed the handle of a long knife into my hand.
“I assume you know how to use this,” he said, and I nodded.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“It’s a Vakarran patrol. I could tell from the sound of their walk, the way their forms make the Earth vibrate below,” he responded.
“You can do that?” I pressed.
“It’s a gift from my mother,” he replied before turning away. Before he did though, I could see a certain sadness in his eyes.
As hard and unforgiving as he seemed at times, Tavik had a soft side. Maybe I’d rushed to judge him. Maybe he was more than he appeared. Looking around, I bit my lip. Maybe they all were.
My ears twitched then, hearing a misplaced shoe on a stiffened dead leaf. Then, in the silence of the woods, a twig snapped. Someone was coming. It was clear that they were unfamiliar with forest terrain. Untrained in a noiseless approach. But still, I had to be careful. I’d learned my lesson about underestimating Vakarrans before and I wouldn’t do it again.