The Unrepentant- Part Three

by Grace McGinty

  The first lap of his tongue set my body on fire, and I moaned long and loud. Yes. His tongue made a few more lazy sweeps before he pressed it inside me. His hand slid up my thigh, moving it around to the front of my body to press against my clit.

  Fuck.

  I bucked against his face, and I heard the door open and close. When I looked around, they were all there. All my men, my mates.

  I looked over my shoulder and watched Rouen run a hand over Naz’s close cropped hair. “Allow me, Second.” Naz growled against my pussy, making me bury my face into the comforter and let out a scream. Holy hell.

  Whatever he saw in Rouen's face though had him shifting away from my pussy, relinquishing his spot to my Beta. He came around to kneel in front of me naked. He must have lost his pants on the short trip from behind me, and his dick sat proud along the flat expanse of his body. I lifted myself up on shaky arms and grabbed his cock, tugging him toward me so I could wrap my mouth around the hard rod of his cock.

  He hissed out a breath as he slid into my mouth inch by tantalizing inch. All the while, Rouen's expert tongue was driving me crazy. His tongue had to be longer than a normal mans, because it was swirling and reaching things that were making lights flash behind my eyelids. I couldn’t see Charlie and Rom, but I could feel their pleasure as they watched the other two touch and taste my body.

  My orgasm swelled, and I screamed out my climax around Naz’s cock. He grunted, holding my head still, thrusting into my mouth in quick shallow strokes.

  He pulled away, and moved back around my body, Rouen moving away so Naz could slide his cock inside my dripping core. I arched my back, as Romanus’ hands moved from holding me up to rubbing my breasts in time with Naz’s hard thrusts.

  I threw my head back and came again, waves of pleasure wracking my body, until my arms collapsed. Romanus lowered me gently to the bed.

  I rolled over, and Rouen was there, kissing me with lips that taste like my own desire. “Told you the lingerie was a winner, didn’t I?” he said, grinning down at me.

  I huffed out a laugh, looking around for Charlie. He was standing in the corner, naked, his hand lazily stroking his own hard cock. I looked at him with hooded eyes, appreciating the sexy dips and curves of his body.

  I reached out a hand lazily, and curled my fingers at him. “Come here. That’s mine.”

  He raised his brows, a contented grin curling his lips. “Yours? I don’t know about that, Rella Rua. Seems to be attached to my body. I think that makes it mine.”

  Naz laughed from where he lay beside me. “I think she really wants her orgy, Charlie. Don’t deny the lady.”

  Charlie swaggered over to me, kissing me hard on the mouth. Branding me as his yet again. His fingers deftly unclipped my garter, and I had an inkling this wasn't’ his first time divesting a woman of her lingerie.

  He hooked his fingers on my lace panties and I lifted my ass so he could tug them down my legs. As he flicked them off of my feet, he lifted my knees and pushed them to the side, baring me to every man, er gargoyle, in the room. The heavy scent of arousal thickened the air, and I could feel the caress of four sets of eyes.

  He settled himself between my knees, hiding me from view, but I could feel the heavy press of the head of his cock against my entrance. But I wanted to be on top. I was Queen.

  With my newfound strength, I flipped us so I was on top. From here, I could see Naz laying beside us, his eyes watching me with a look so hot it threatened to scorch my flesh. I could see Romanus at the head of the bed, his eyes running over every inch of me, and as I lowered myself onto Charlie, his lip curled in a little snarl of lust.

  I was going to come just from their eyes alone. Charlie grabbed my hips and slammed me down on his cock, my eyes shooting back to the man beneath me. There was just me and Charlie for a moment as we found that timeless rhythm.

  The sounds of pleasure rolled around the room. Mine, theirs, it didn’t matter, it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. Rouen came up behind us, and his eyes met Charlie’s over my shoulder.

  “Can I?” Rouen asked, and I twisted toward him, but his eyes were on Charlie.

  They seemed to be having a wordless conversation, and Charlie’s rhythm faltered as his face creased. But then he nodded.

  Rouen pushed me forward, and Charlie wrapped his arms around my back, thrusting up into my body hard, hitting all sorts of spots that made me scream into his chest.

  I felt more than heard Charlie suck in a breath as he stilled. “Holy fuck,” he hissed, and I sat up a bit, confused. But then I felt Rouen’s tongue slide against my slit. Holy fuck, indeed.

  Charlie sped up again, whimpering with helpless pleasure at whatever Rouen was doing behind us. Then I felt the finger slip through my slick juices, and circle my ass. Oh damn.

  Rouen pressed a finger inside me, and I clenched around Charlie’s cock as the dual sensations meshed together. Charlie slammed into me over and over, and then he was shuddering, his hot cum emptying inside me, making my inner muscle convulse as I came. Again. I kissed Charlie hard, letting my tongue tangle with his. Then I slid off, wanting to see what Rouen was doing that made Charlie go wild like that.

  Rouen was kneeling between Charlie’s thighs, and I sucked in a breath. Charlie couldn’t tear his eyes away from the Gargoyle who’s big golden head was a hairsbreadth from his cock.

  “Charlie?” Rouen said, asking permission. Asking permission to what?

  But Charlie nodded again, hesitantly this time without me as a buffer. Rouen face was so flawlessly happy that I would have given anything to have him smile like that every minute of the day. “I am going to lick our Queen’s cum from your dick, and I’m going to taste you both on my tongue,” he explained, pausing to let Charlie protest, but my sexy irishman was silent. When Rouen slid his tongue up the semi hard cock of Charlie, I thought I’d come just at the sight. Fuck. Then he took Charlie in his mouth, and I could feel my own juices dripping down my thighs. Double fuck!

  Romanus was suddenly there, picking me up and sliding me onto his already hard cock, but not obscuring my view of our Betas. Charlie had his head thrown back as Rouen moved his mouth up and down his now hard as a rock cock, his hands wrapped in the blankets in a white knuckled grip. Rouen had his hand on his own dick, stroking in time with his mouth.

  Naz was pumping his cock where he rested against the wall, chasing the echoes of so much pleasure. My nails dug into Romanus’ shoulders as he pounded into me like a demon. I couldn’t sort the pleasure flowing through our bond anymore, it was just one huge nimbus of sensations so intense it was nearly painful.

  I screamed so hard when I came again that my throat hurt, and I sent my pleasure in a bright golden wave down our bonds. I bit down hard on Romanus’ shoulder, anchoring myself to my Alpha incase the pleasure blew us all to smithereens.

  “Fuck!” Charlie shouted, grabbing Rouen's head and thrusting hard into his mouth. Rouen choked him down, his own cum spurting in hot waves all over the comforter.

  Romanus collapsed us both back onto the bed, and I shifted off him so I could touch a little part of them all. Especially Charlie. I stroked his hair.

  “I love you,” I said, but I wasn’t speaking just to Charlie. I loved them all so much it threatened to break me apart.

  Romanus made a contented humming sound. “Guess that sorts the back structure too.”

  I raised myself up on my elbows. “Seriously? How?”

  Romanus pointed to Charlie. “He’s Third. Rouen is still Beta.”

  Huh. Well that was a hell of a lot more fun then when Romanus and Nazir had to sort out their pack rankings. There were still a lot of bodily fluids, but none of it was blood. My eyes snagged on the bite mark on Romanus’ chest from my teeth. Well, almost none of it.

  Naz’s fingers ran through my short hair.

  “Someone should leave a damn big tip for the cleaning lady,” he murmured.

  Laughter swelled in my chest, and mixed with happiness.

/>   Chapter nine

  Apparently there was no better way to finish off a great demon orgy than with a little blood letting. Louis Trousseau sat cable tied to a chair in his living room. Luckily, his wife and kids were in Paris for the night.

  His security detail had been laughably easy to disable, and if I was Louis, I’d be writing a strongly worded letter to my security firm. If he lasted the night that is.

  “Come on, Mr Mayor. Please don’t insult my intelligence. I know you are Tenebre. We know the Tenebre traffic humans. Do you have your own little harem of stolen women here? Girls? Boys? People you took from their families and bought like cattle. Should we check your basement?”

  Louis Trousseau stared at me with absolute venom in his gaze, his unblinking stare, his hatred coming off him in almost tangible waves. But he remained stubbornly silent.

  “No? Not here? Maybe in the apartment your corporation rents down by the docks. Odd place to rent a service apartment if you ask me. Rough area to put up your business colleagues for the night.”

  Still nothing. I sighed, and pulled one of my swords from their scabbards.

  Rouen came over, leaning close. “You in lingerie is hot, but you drawing a sword from a cross scabbard…” he whispered, making a groaning noise beneath his breath. I remembered the look on his face as he sucked Charlie, and my libido went wild, making my body tingle. That one was going to be in the spank bank for eternity.

  “Let’s move him to the bathtub. Don’t want his kids to come home and be traumatized by all the blood in their living room, right? Easier for the clean up crew as well.”

  I ran the sharp tip of my sword up over the Mayor’s finely cut shirt, pressing the point into the hollow of his throat. In the smartest move he’d made that night, he held perfectly still.

  “I didn’t touch any of the people they took. What they do, it’s not my thing. The apartment is for my mistress and her child,” he whispered.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Her child?”

  He swallowed hard, his face freezing in horror as the movement made my sword nick his throat. These really were sharp. I had a whole new appreciation for Rouen's swordsmithing skills.

  “Our child,” he corrected, confirming my hunch.

  “Well, while I don’t condone you betraying the sanctity of your marriage, I’m bonded to four men. So people in glass houses, right?”

  I lowered my sword a little, and he sucked in a deep breath.

  “But you knew though, didn’t you? Knew they were stealing people from Sable Mouvants. If you weren’t a part of it, I know you were complicit. That makes you just as bad in my opinion.”

  “Mine too,” Naz growled, holding his gun tight to Louis Trousseau’s temple. “I was a refugee once. One of those people fleeing to a better place. I don’t appreciate you treating them as expendable.”

  Louis Trousseau didn’t cry in the face of Naz’s threats, and a small part of me respected his brass balls. The bigger part of me wanted to inflict hurt on him, though. The darkness in my soul was loving this.

  I put a hand on Naz’s wrist. “Look, Louis, I liked you when we first met. This is why I’m just so disappointed in you right now. But I’m going to give you a chance to redeem yourself, somewhat. Now we’ve opened up a dialogue, and you see we can be quite reasonable, I’m going to ask you a few questions. How you answer those questions will be the indicator of whether you live or die tonight.”

  I leaned in close. “Don’t lie to me, though. Trust me, my big scary friend back there will know if you are lying, and he’ll be more than happy to tear your head from your shoulders, blood splatter be damned. Do we understand each other?” Louis looked past me to Romanus, who was indeed doing his best big and scary impression, and nodded.

  I stood up and clapped my hands together. A subconscious part of my brain argued that perhaps I was becoming a little unhinged as the darkness in my soul came out to play.

  I sat down opposite him, crossing my legs and threading my hands behind my head. “Let’s talk about Tenebre, shall we?”

  Silence again, but he gave a short nod of his head. Progress.

  “Let’s start basic, yeah? Who, or maybe I should say what, is Tenebre? I know it’s Latin for darkness, which is a little on the nose, if you ask me.” I tapped the side of my nose. “Give me something else. How did they recruit you?”

  “They recruited me out of university. They explained it like it was some exclusive, uh, fraternity, no? But they promise to set you up in a position of power or influence. They got me in as an aide to the President straight out of university, and then into other high ranking positions until I ended up Mayor. At first, they asked for nothing…”

  Naz stared hatred at Louis. “Until they asked for everything, right?” he asked.

  Louis Trousseau swallowed hard, as if he could see his life flashing before his eyes.

  “They came to me, said that one of the arms of Tenebre needed to operate out of Sable Mouvants and it was now my turn to pay back everything they had given me. Or they would take it all away.”

  He indicated the house, but I knew what he meant. A strong threat if you’ve spent your entire career on top.

  “And what did they want you to do?” I asked, with a patience I wasn’t feeling.

  “Get the flics, the Police, to turn a blind eye to reports of refugee disappearances. Not provide any assistance or resources to the camp. Tie up any offers of aid from outside sources in red tape.”

  “They wanted the people in the camp to remain desperate,” I murmured, feeling ill. Tenebre played the long game, and that kind of insidious evil had a way of spreading like a virus.

  Louis nodded, looking scared, but not overly ashamed.

  “How many members does Tenebre have?”

  He shrugged. “Thousands? Maybe hundreds of thousands. I could not tell you. We have networks, of about twenty-five to thirty. But they are from all over the world. Our meetings a teleconferenced.”

  I looked over my shoulder at Romanus. “Pass me the photo.” He raised a single eyebrow. “Please,” I added.

  He pulled a photo out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a slightly grainy photo of Maximoff Richards, the pharmaceutical tycoon from the auction.

  “Do you know this man?” I watched Louis go grey as the blood leached from his face.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you understand why I’m here now?”

  He nodded slowly, and I could see the defeat in his eyes. He didn’t think he was going to get out of this unscathed anymore. He didn’t have to know we found him by pure, dumb luck. Or maybe it was fate, if you believed in that kind of thing.

  I looked at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation, a last ditch effort to plead his case.

  “I didn’t know,” he said, his voice rising an octave as desperation crept into his voice. “I mean, I knew, but I didn’t know who. He just said he needed to take care of a business rival who was going to cost him millions. I didn’t even make the connection until just then. If I’d known, I swear I would have had a pressing engagement anywhere else when your sister’s PA called to set up today’s meeting.”

  I laughed. Poor bastard, I was beginning to feel a little sorry for him. But it was a fleeting feeling. Regardless of the who, he’d approved the murder of an innocent person for the financial gain of a scumbag like Maximoff Richards. It was just his bad luck that it happened to be my family.

  But now I had a name, someone to cross off my shitlist. And I had Louis Trousseau to thank for that.

  “One last question, Louis, and then we’re finished. The overseer, and the representatives for Shine out at the camp, did they know that people were being stolen to be sold to the highest bidder?”

  “I don’t know.”

  My sword whipped back up, and settled against his chest, right over his heart. “I don’t believe you.”

  “I swear it on my childrens lives. I was given my orders, but they don’t give us any other Tenebre contacts in the sa
me area. I think its to prevent us turning on each other. My contacts are from Hong Kong, Sydney, New York,” he swallowed hard, “but I don’t know any other who are in France. They are here, but I wouldn’t recognize them if I walked past them in the street, or shook their hand.”

  There was a wild fierceness in his face now, the kind of crazed truthfulness that people get before their executions. Or on their deathbeds.

  I dropped my sword again. “I believe you. Hang tight, Louis. I have to talk to my friends. Rou, watch him.”

  My Beta did as he was told, and I walked over to talk to Romanus and Naz.

  “I believe him, but now I’m not sure what to do. He’s guilty, as guilty as a man can be, but taking out the Mayor of Calais is pretty high profile, even for us.”

  Naz shrugged. “We can do it. Why would anyone suspect us? We’ve never met the guy before today.”

  Romanus was silent for a moment, contemplating our current situation before he spoke. “We cannot kill them all. He said thousands. Murdering a person in cold blood does things to a man,” he looked to Naz, then back at me. “Or woman. I say we let him live. But we will pass on his name to someone else. He will get his karmic returns, Rella.”

  I thought hard about both of their opinions, but in the end, my mothers soft heart won out. I couldn’t kill an unarmed and restrained man.

  I turned back to the room. “Let’s take a vote. All those in favor of letting the Mayor live, raise your hand.”

  I got a sick sense of satisfaction out of watching Louis Trousseau struggle to raise his hand against his bindings. I was glad Hope wasn’t here to see me now. I raised my hand, and so did Romanus. Surprisingly, my normally even tempered Beta’s hand stayed firmly down.

  I gave him a questioning look, but he just shrugged. “He’s a scumbag. The world would be better without him,” he said evenly, like we were talking about a cockroach rather than a human.

  “Noted. Well, Trousseau, looks like you are the deciding vote. What do you say?”