“Fuck, Sage… Fuck!”
So this was sensitive—good to know. I slid the tip of my tongue into the shallow scar, flicking it over and over before doing what my instincts told me needed to happen. My fangs found the mark and bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to mimic what we’d done to each other, claiming the other in as savage a way as possible. I sucked his skin into my mouth, harder and harder, as my fingers went to his shirt, shoving it up and away from his skin, the heat of it feeling like it would set me alight as soon as my palms landed on bare flesh.
Whatever fire raged in us, though, it burned through everyone in the back of the car. Hot hands slapped down on my arse, tilting me backwards so they could see exactly how I was responding to them, and then fingers, so many fingers, swept through my folds, collecting up the slick. The sounds of their growls and slurps were like music to my ears, because this was lewd, animalistic, and completely devoid of good manners, and apparently, that was just how I wanted it.
Hands roamed across my hips, between my leg, teasing at my clit, then pushing inside before others forced their way in too, each one competing to get their taste of me. That was what it would’ve been like if I’d gone on a date with all four of them, and in some ways, I was glad I hadn’t. This was a feeding frenzy, that idea confirmed the moment I felt a tongue slide over my clit, my eyes falling closed for a second before I forced them back open again. We would have torn each other to pieces, wanting, needing more.
Like we would right now.
“Sage…” There was a momentary look of concern on Max’s face as my hands began to move restlessly, caressing his chest, stroking across his abs until they landed on the waistband of his jeans. “Sage, you don’t need to…”
Except I did, just as the rest of his brothers had to. Fingers teased my nipples, tugging them in time to the sways of the car, while teeth sank into my arse, as if they wanted to eat my whole. Or perhaps to satisfy their hunger as their brother licked and sucked every drop of slick from me before battering my clit with his tongue, one I knew all too well. Max made it clear I didn’t have to do this, that I didn’t need to slide his jeans zipper down and free his cock, throbbing painfully hard, just for me. He’d gone commando, so it’d just about leapt into my palm, but as I looked up at him along the line of his body, as my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his protests stopped. His hand went out, caressing my head at first, then gripping my hair when I licked up his length.
“You gonna suck my cock, Sage? Need my cum inside you, baby. Need to mark you so fucking hard, it’s taking every fibre of my being not to bite every inch of your skin, make clear to anyone that looks at you whom you belong to. But this…” His voice became a hiss as I licked across the swollen head, collecting all of the pre-cum there. “That’s it, baby. Take my cum inside you. Need to fill your throat with it, fill you with me.”
“Then sit in the centre of the seat,” Lucien rumbled. “You’re hungry for her, but so are we.”
We all moved, Max taking up position in the centre of the seat like a king, with me between his legs, his hand on my head as I mapped every inch of his cock with my tongue, while his brothers? They ranged behind me, masters of industry brought to their knees by someone who was supposed to be their subordinate.
And never happier for it.
When I stopped fucking around, opening my mouth and working Max down my throat, they all moved. Hands went to my breasts, claws raking down my spine, fingers teasing my clit, pushing inside me, replaced by hot, flickering tongues.
“That’s it…” Max’s voice came out in short little bursts. “That’s it, baby, take my cock. Need to be inside you, mark you. Fill your mouth, your hot little cunt, with everything we’ve got.”
The mental image burst inside my mind, showing me just how that would work, those smoking hot alphas a sea I could just dive into. My cunt clamped down on the fingers pushing into me, a precursor of what was to come.
My hand slid down, covering Max’s knot to the sounds of his guttural groan, feeling it begin to pulse in time with my squeezes, right as a familiar mouth covered me.
Raspy and stubbled, I knew that insistent tongue, that no holds barred kind of head that Lucien seemed to specialise in driving me out of my fucking mind.
I couldn’t seem to tell where I ended and they began. Was it my clit that throbbed or Max’s cock? It didn’t seem to fucking matter, as the two of us ratcheted tighter and tighter, tension building and building. I ground back against Lucien’s face to the sound of his muffled delight, right as my head moved faster and faster, Max’s fingers digging into my scalp as everything came to a head.
Hands, so many hands held me right where I was, caught on the spikes of two kinds of pleasure. I was helpless, made to experience that bright flare of pleasure that tore through me as Lucien’s tongue licked me through one orgasm and kept on licking. It was as if he refused to acknowledge it, wanting more, more, and Max? He shouted my name, his hips bucking up to force his cock down my throat, even as I yelped out my own pleasure.
Finally, when all of the tremors stopped racking the two of us, I was collected up, my clothes arranged a little more appropriately, before a blanket was found somewhere and wrapped around me—a blanket they used to cover me up as they carried me into the house.
“Tell us we can sleep in here with you?” Tobias asked, even as I snuggled down into Max’s chest. “I’m not sure any of us can bear to be apart from you now.”
“Mm-hm…”
That was all they got from me, as a wave of alcohol and trauma fuelled exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks.
“That’s going to have to do for consent for tonight.”
I didn’t bother to try and work out what that meant, lost in the feel of so many hard male bodies pressed against me, their heavy weight doing more to ground me than anything else.
This is pack, a small part of my mind observed, right before I fell deep into sleep.
54
Iwoke alone, in an unfamiliar room, not one of the ones in the apartment I was staying in. This was a house, but who’s house? I got to my feet, the mess of my dress reminding me of my antics last night, and I tried to feel ashamed of that, I really did. Failing utterly, I slipped out of bed and found an adjoining en suite.
I did what I needed to, then peered at my face in the mirror. All the black mascara and eyeliner I’d applied last night to try and fit in with the club scene had turned my face into a racoon mask. I searched through the cupboards and found cotton balls and makeup remover, something that made me stop cold for a moment. On closer inspection, though, it was obvious that each thing that had been put in here was brand new and, I suspected, a new purchase. I smiled, dragged a brush through my hair, and then got properly dressed again before exploring.
It was his voice that drew me down the hallway—rich, utterly masculine, and giving out orders like he was born to it. I reached the open doorway and paused. Max reclined in what looked like a high-end gaming chair, just in jeans and nothing else.
“Yeah, they’re coming on board, but we just need some time to get everybody focussed back on the project,” he said to whomever was on the other end of the line.