I feel like my entire body is on fire, my teeth clenched so tightly I’m surprised they don’t crack as I fight my release. Feeling my balls draw up, I know that I can’t hold it back anymore.
“Come now, baby,” I growl out, pulling out of her completely. I watch enraptured as she squirts all over me and herself, her release even reaching her shoulders. She cries out in ecstasy, her whole body going rigid as her legs shake in my grip and her hands claw at the mattress.Jesus, that is so fucking hot.
Releasing her thighs, I whip the condom off, pumping my cock in my fist until I, too, explode, seeing stars as I cover her pussy, stomach, and breasts with my climax. I stay kneeling, panting, watching our combined essences cover her glorious body.It’s enough to make any man hard and ready for round fucking two!
She opens her eyes, a lazy smile on her lips as she glances at me with a look that sets my heart racing all over again. Her whole body practically glows in the darkness, highlighted by the light coming in from the hall.
“I love you so fucking much, Loki Thorn,” she whispers, her voice husky and satisfied.
“I love you, Lilly Darling,” I reply huskily, leaning down to capture her lips again, tingling all over at the contact of our bodies, not giving a fuck about getting my cum all over me. “Now, let’s go downstairs, and you can show the guys how pretty you look covered in my cum,” I tell her, nipping her lip then getting up and holding a hand out.
“Fucking wankstain,” she chuckles, rolling her eyes at me, but taking my hand anyway.
Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her close, kissing her hair and savoring the just fucked smell that is all Lilly. The first moment I caught it wafting off of her, like spring after the darkest of winters, I knew she would be our fresh start. Our new beginning.
Shit, I would make a fortune if I could bottle that scent, but she's all ours, only we are allowed to cover ourselves in her bounty. And we don't share with anyone else; they can all live in despair for all I care. As long as she's by our side, in our beds, the rest of the world can fuck off.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
LILLY
The next morning, Loki and I head downstairs to find the others sitting round the table, eating breakfast. I sit down to a plate of pancakes, crispy bacon, and eggs, all drizzled with syrup, with a glass of fresh orange juice and ice.
I look up to catch Kai’s amber stare.
“Thank you. For this, and the granola bars yesterday,” I tell him, a feeling of lightness descending over me. I love that they take care of me.
I know that in this day and age of feminism and equality between the sexes, it’s not necessarily the most popular view, but there’s something about being cared for by a man, or in my case four men, that feels right. Like it’s meant to be this way. And anyway, we look after each other, just in different ways.
“It’s my pleasure, darling,” he replies with an upturned face, his beautiful smile lifting my spirits further. There is still that darkness in the depths of his eyes, like something is eating away at him from the inside. A fissure of worry skitters through me.
“I’m sorry we weren’t here yesterday, Princess,” Ash says to my left, and I turn to face him, my heart beginning to race as I suddenly remember why they were gone.
“What happened? Did you have to…” I trail off, swallowing hard, unable to finish my sentence. Ash grimaces, pausing with his coffee cup partway to his plush lips.
“No, just usual training stuff, and a meeting afterwards,” he tells me, and I just know that there’s more to it. I want to know what the meeting was about, but I want to find out about their training first.
“What does your training entail?” I ask hesitantly, watching him intently. His face starts to shut down, then he sighs, closing his eyes and setting his cup down.
“Well,” he starts, opening his lids and locking me in his steel gaze. His brow is wrinkled, his hands clasped on the table, his cheeks tight with the force of his clenched jaw. This isn't easy for him, and my heart aches for this strong man who's seen such horrors. “There’s the usual self-defence and offence training,” he tells me.
“Basically, we learn how to beat the shit out of people,” Loki interrupts, Ash snapping his head towards the redhead and snarling. “Don’t fucking sugarcoat it, man. Just tell her, she can handle it,” Loki argues, looking my way with a small smile as he says the last part.
“Hey,” I say gently, resting my hand on Ash’s arm which is vibrating with tension. He turns to look at me, his eyes pained. “I will not think any less of you, my love. Or any of you,” I tell them, looking at each one in turn. “I love you. It’s a forever kind of thing,” I joke, loving the stunning smile that graces Ash’s lips once I look back at him.
“Loki’s right, we learn to beat people up. As you know already, we extract information from them and often have to get physical. So we practice to prepare, andtheylike for us to keep up with our skills,” he practically spits out. “We also have different roles that we train specifically for. Loki specializes in stealth and espionage, blending into different situations seamlessly.”
I can’t help my snort at that, Loki being subtle is not something I’d imagine him capable of. He looks at me, with one auburn brow raised as if to remind me of exactly how stealthy he was last night, and my cheeks heat with the memory of waking up with him pushing his way inside me.
“Jax trained in South Africa, learning how to patch people up in appalling conditions, so that he can better...” Ash pauses here and swallows.
“Torture people,” Jax simply states, his low voice sending shivers across my skin as always, although not just the usual lust filled ones. I look to see his blue eyes are hard, no doubt remembering all the pain that he’s doled out over the years.
I reach across and grasp his huge hand, giving it a squeeze. His eyes brighten, a small tilt of his lips letting me know that he received the message of acceptance and love I was trying to give. I don’t blame any of them for what they’ve been forced to do, forced by the very people who should have been protecting them.
“Kai specialises in tech, as you know,” Ash carries on, and I study Kai, who gives me a tight smile. “He’s trained in online warfare, hacking, and pretty much any way to take someone down, ruin a life or business, all from the comfort of home.” I give Kai a reassuring smile, and he nods in return. But his deeds clearly trouble him too as I see his jaw is clenched and hands are nervously picking at the food on his plate.
“And you?” I ask, turning back to Ash. His jaw is steel, rock-solid, his stare faraway, avoiding eye contact.