An Assassin's Deception

by A. K. Koonce

  My eyes close and I bite my lip as I try not to scream out in pleasure, but then my other men don’t allow that.

  Someone’s hand tangles in my hair and I’m yanked roughly to a warm mouth that can be none other than Mason’s. More hands slide down my upper back, reaching for the snap of my bra, quickly flicking it open with practiced movements that can only be Jameson with his smooth confidence. My breasts pebble harder against the cool air that whispers across them.

  I’m bare before them. Completely, utterly exposed.

  Mason’s mouth trails to the spot he knows I love just below my ear while Jameson’s hands tease my nipples, each strum only adding to the euphoria Rory is working as he slides his tongue into my sex and begins to fuck me slowly. In. Out. In. Out.

  “Let me hear how he’s making you feel.” Tylin circles around us, getting a better view. The way he slowly rolls up his sleeves makes me impossibly wetter, and I gasp as Rory nips my clit while his friend watches.

  “Tylin.” It’s a breathy gasp on my lips as I beg him to come closer, to join us. I need him. His hands on my body. His affection. Even his demands.

  Rory growls below me and lifts my hips off his face as his gaze collides into me with a possessiveness that makes my heart pound hard in my chest. “In case you’ve forgotten who’s in control of your orgasm right now, let me remind you whose name you should be screaming out.” Rory’s voice is rasping with lust as he ever so slowly lowers me back over his waiting mouth, his tongue lashing at the very center of my pleasure without mercy. I cry out, his name a heavy gasp on my lips, my legs shaking at his assault. And then I lose it, crashing over the cliff as he tongues into my body. Mason and Jameson hold me up as Rory’s grip tightens on my ass. He grunts a sound that richoete’s through me, adding to my pleasure as I tremble on top of him.

  Before I’ve even landed back on earth, Mason pulls me from his friend’s arms and lays me gently on the mattress, aligning his body with mine. His glasses slip down his nose as he gazes at me from behind the clear lenses before pulling them off and tossing them aside. My fingers push over the Mark of the Hunter just below his jaw line, pulling him closer. I spread my legs underneath him, cradling him between my thighs. One thrust and he’s buried deep inside of me and I moan from the sheer relief of being filled by him. His head tips toward the ceiling as bliss coats his features. It’s been so long since I’ve had him inside me that I don’t hold back as I rock into his body, begging him to move. To fuck. To make love to me.

  Because that’s what this is, even if we haven’t said it to each other yet.

  His hips pull back and then he’s thrusting into me without hesitation. The muscles of his abs work as he pumps himself to the hilt, only to pull back and do it again even harder. My head meets the pillow and my brown hair spills over the soft fabric as I cry his name into the room. My fingers trail along his back, nails scraping at his skin. He groans from the feel of it and in less than a second, he snatches my wrists and holds them above my head against the mattress. Mase steals control in one quick instant. My hooded eyes meet his and an unrelenting look shines in his dark gaze.

  Releasing his hold on me as he shifts, Mason hooks both of my legs over his arms, spreading me further for his pleasure. My fingers dig into his wild brown hair as he leans over me. Every hard inch of him slams into me impossibly deeper. And then the angle changes and every graze of his cock hits against that sensitive spot inside of me. It’s like he knows my body perfectly. It’s as if he has studied every part of me and I never even realized it. He gives me slow, torturous strokes over and over again that drive me over the edge in a matter of moments.

  One. Two. Three more thrusts and Mason follows me into consuming pleasure as he fills me.

  “Fuck, why is that so hot to watch?” Jameson smirks with lazy intention from his spot observing beyond the bed. He’s standing there with his cock in hand, stroking himself slowly. My eyes widen as I take him in. He’s even bigger than I remember. Thick and veined with a drop beading from the top. The sight of it makes me clench around Mason’s cock and he groans against my neck. Mason, chest heaving, pulls away from me with one last, sweet lingering kiss to my lips.

  Every nerve inside of me is tingling from the release. The low lighting of the room casts shadows over the ridges of my mens bodies, and I lounge on the bed, enjoying all the naked flesh at my perusal.

  Tylin and Rory seem to be having a private conversation across the bed, their eyes sparking while their bodies remain frozen. For one brief moment, I’m worried they’ve changed their minds. That they don’t want me like this.

  Then they both move to the edge of the mattress and their combined gaze roams over my nakedness. The sting of their power tingles over my body, and Rory’s jaw clenches as he focuses with extreme precision.

  “I think I like you at our mercy.” Tylin’s gaze intensifies as my arms lift, not of my own accord, and raise back over my head, my wrists crossing one over the next. Rory holds me with flashing eyes, and he swallows hard, his chest rising and falling in controlled, deep gulps of air.

  “I could have hurt her,” he grinds out through clenched teeth.

  “You wouldn’t and you didn’t. Look at her.” Tylin commands his friend, and he does, a dark heat passing across his face. My gaze ping pongs between the two of them as I pull at my invisible restraints. Rory groans as I test the strong ribbons of power he wages against me, keeping my wrists captive.

  Fuck, but I like it. I can’t deny it. They’ll see my body’s reaction soon enough. Being at their mercy is thrilling and scary all at once. I know Tylin has a dark side, his extended sessions with his dick tell me he likes to play along blurred lines, but I’ve never teetered along those lines myself before. A hot spark of arousal zips down my body and I squirm, pressing my thighs together to get blissful pressure where I need it the most.

  Multiple orgasms later and I’m still not sated. I need more. I need Tylin and Rory.

  And Jameson.

  “Close your eyes.” Tylin nearly purrs, and my lids close without question. I’ve never felt so exposed as I do now, a singular person on the bed with four sets of eyes intently watching over me.

  A pressure flits behind my eyes, and I feel Tylin pressing at the barriers of my mind. My dark, shapely eyebrows pull together at the intrusion.

  “Relax. I want to try something.”

  I do, and I feel the moment he breaches my mental walls. He doesn’t pry or go looking for personal information, and for that I’m grateful. Instead, I feel a slight pressure caressing over my body. The longer I focus on the sensation the more real it feels, and suddenly a million feather light sensations skim over my skin, teasing every erogenous zone I have—and some I didn’t even know exist. I writhe and wriggle, pulling at my invisible restraints. Every muscle in my body tenses as I’m brought so close to the brink that I feel like I’ll explode if Tylin doesn’t let me come soon.

  And then he stops.

  He just fucking stops. The assault ends, and I feel him slip from my mind like he was never there at all. I’m left a gasping, tingling mess in the center of the mattress. Rory releases my wrists and then Tylin is there. Gone are his boxers and I take in the hard length of him that I’ve yet to see so up close. We’ve both seen each other naked, but never like this.

  Tylin smirks at me, and reaches his hand down to help me sit up.

  “On your hands and knees, Alexa.”

  “And here I thought you had a kinky side.” I smirk as I brush past him, letting my hand trail against his tanned skin, my fingertips teasing over the hard six pack, the sexy lines inking between his hips, tangling in the light dusting of hair that leads down to the main event. I turn around and pain stings through the scrapes on my knees as I settle in, but the discomfort is quickly forgotten when his skin meets mine. Tylin leans over my back. His arousal brushes against the curve of my ass and I hum my approval while his lips latch onto the back of my neck in an open mouth kiss that makes me weak at the knees
. His lips move to my ear, his breath teasing along my skin. “You haven’t even begun to see my kink. We’ve got plenty of time for that. But tonight? Tonight I own you.” His hand plasters against my mid back, and he presses. Slowly, I fall forward, following orders as I get into position for him.

  Tylin’s hands are both smooth and rough as they land on my ass, worshipping my curves as he lines himself up.

  “Does it turn you on that I’m dripping with your friend’s come?” I have no idea what possesses me to speak, but a deep seeded part of me wants to fight for control, even as I submit to him.

  He growls in response, and I feel his cock jump against my center.

  “Rory.” Tylin sounds like he’s losing control, and his friend is suddenly right in front of me. Rory’s cock is perfect. Not that I’d ever say that out loud. But it’s true. It’s long and hard, and while he’s not quite as thick or as long as Jameson—thank the stars—he’s still huge in his own right.

  “Open up, baby.” I look up Rory’s strong body as I flick my tongue out and taste him slowly. Watching the way his Adam’s apple bobs has me pulling him into my mouth while Tylin lines up behind me. I’m slick and ready for him as he glides inside at a torturously slow speed. I feel every inch as he claims me, and I give just as good to Rory.

  The abrasion of his beard against the inside of my thighs lingers, and that thought alone has me taking him deeper. My lips slide down his shaft, opening my throat for him even further.

  “Fuck, her mouth is talented.” Rory grits out as he fists his hands by his sides.

  “She’s slick, but she’s tight. So goddam tight.” Tylin hisses as he pulls out to the tip and then presses forward once more. As he finds his pace, I match it on Rory, letting Tylin rock me into his friend as he claims me. My fingers move down the slick length of him, my mouth following the gliding movement of my hand in a way that makes his jaw clench with a groan.

  Still he keeps his hands fisted at his sides.

  Disengaging from Rory, I glance up at him and offer him a small smile. I’m sure my lips are red from the friction, and pleasure glazes my eyes as Tylin keeps his rhythm. “Rory, I’m not fragile.” My tongue flicks against the head of his cock and that small movement seems to be more of a convincing statement than anything else. His lips part with a heavy breath. I take him back into my mouth and reach for his hand. I guide it to my head, and he finally entwines his fingers into my brown hair, gripping it as he lets go. He thrusts forward and I open my throat, letting him in. My sex pulses around Tylin’s length as Rory groans his approval. His pleasure. Pleasing them both like this is the sexist thing I’ve ever done in my entire fucking life.

  Tylin leans himself more fully over my back, pressing into me as he changes the angle of his thrusts, hitting that magic spot inside, and then I’m moaning around Rory. The vibration of my lips around his cock courtesy of his friend.

  “Fuck.” Rory growls as his momentum changes from controlled to wild.

  Tylin grips my shoulder as he plunges harder into me, my sex desperately gripping him.

  “Won’t last.” It’s a breathy plea from Rory, and Tylin reaches around, strumming my clit. It’s all I need to fly apart. I pulse around him, my cry muffled by Rory’s throbbing cock. And then I feel it, Tylin loses himself first, a hoarse shout falling from his lips as Rory groans deeply, spilling his release down my throat as I swallow down everything he gives me.

  “I can’t believe you… holy shit.” Rory’s solid abs tremble as he steps away, heading to a door that leads to a small bathroom before returning with a washcloth. He wipes my lips and passes it to Tylin, who eases back. His strong arms slip around my stomach and for a second he just holds me, his chest rising and falling against my back. Then his fingers dig into my thighs and he spreads my legs open, but Jameson reaches out to stop him before he can clean me with the damp cloth.

  All Jameson’s attention is focused at the apex of my thighs, and there’s more heat in his gaze than I’ve ever seen there before.

  Tylin pulls away from me slowly and quietly to stand, slipping back into his boxers as he keeps his gaze focused on the way Jameson watches me.

  “You like seeing her dripping with your friends’ come?” Tylin’s attention drifts from me to Jameson. It’s an astounding question, but he doesn’t say it in a disgusted way.

  “Fuck.” Jameson swallows hard, and I reach for him. His cock is arched up along his stomach. He’s all steel and strength and sex. And I want him more than I want any other thing in this singular moment.

  “Jameson.” The word breaks the spell he’s under, and I slip my small hand into his larger one, gently tugging, hoping he’ll join me on the mattress.

  His weight settles over me, and then his lips meet mine in a kiss that’s full of desperate wanting. I welcome his tongue, matching every flick and swipe and exploration until his strong arms push himself straight off me. I miss his warmth instantly and try to pull him back to the cradle of my thighs.

  Jameson’s arm snakes around my waist, and he flips us gently, his back falling into the mattress as I land on his chest. He grips my thighs, pulling one on either side of his body. I feel myself slicking over the shaft of his cock. And then he’s there at my entrance.

  Every long hard inch of him.

  And I’ve never met a challenge I wanted to conquer more than this.

  The backs of his fingers glide up and down my sides, lightly tickling along my ribs and then back down again. It’s like he wants me to know I’m in control here. And that idea alone only makes me wetter.

  My lip finds its way between my teeth and I bite down as I slide over the first inch of him inside my body, his thick cock spearing into me.

  I rock slowly as my craving for him intensifies until I’m so full I’m not sure I can take more of him.

  “Just a little more.” Mason’s suddenly at my ear, his hands settling on my waist just above Jameson’s grip on my hips. “Take him, Alexa. Every inch.” I’ve never heard Mouse so commanding, but it’s hot as fuck, and the fact that he’s helping to press me down onto his friend’s dick is so sexy that I can’t help but clench around Jameson with a moan shaking through my chest.

  “Bloody fucking hell.” Jameson grits out, fingers tightening hard against my skin as he breathes out a long, low breath. “She’s like a vice. Tight, hot, and wet.” He meets my thrusts, unable to keep still as I cry out, my head falling back against Mason’s shoulder. The pleasure-pain quickly morphs into straight pleasure and I’m filled more than I ever thought possible. My pussy clenches around him, and I hear his curses as Mason slowly helps to lift me an inch or two before slamming me back down onto his friend, fucking us both.

  I let Mason guide me into a hard rhythm and then Tylin and Rory are there too, each one touching me as I ride Jameson into straight ecstasy.

  “That’s right. Milk him. Make him worship every single draw that tight little pussy makes.” The dirty talk Tylin feeds me fills my mind, pushing every other singular thought away as I just let myself feel. Let myself live in this moment.

  Jameson grows impossibly harder as he throbs. Mason guides me over his friend once more. Twice. And then I’m breaking apart, crashing into oblivion as Jameson pulses inside of me with a heavy groan.

  My heartbeat pounds faster and faster as I try to calm my breath. Hard chests meld against me. We stay like that for several moments, their hands on my body as I tremble in their arms.

  They did this. For me.

  I’ve never been happier in my entire fucking life.

  Surrounded by the men I can’t help but care so much about.

  And they’re unequivocally, undoubtedly mine.

  Thirty-Four

  Home

  Rory

  The car rolls to a stop outside of the large house. Fuck that. The monstrosity laid out before us looks more like a mansion than a house. It’s three times the size of the estate that we took over a few weeks back. I search Alexa’s face, taking in the cute way s
he scrunches her nose when she’s confused. The way her eyebrows pull together just slightly. She wears her thoughts on her face, and thank fuck she does. Otherwise, I’d never know what was on her mind. At least this way, I have a bit of an advantage.

  Tylin opens the door and extends his hand to her, helping her unfold her gorgeous body from the confines of the car we bought just this morning. Not that she knows that yet.

  Today is a day of surprises.

  Her eyes widen as she takes in the sprawling expanse of green grass and brick house. Just outside the city limits, this place is private and secluded. Exactly what we need.

  “Where are we?” she asks, a hesitant note to her voice as she tries to absorb every little detail around her. It’s one of the reason’s she was a damn good assassin. And it will make her a damn good asset to the Anti-League too. She’s observant and smart and so fucking good. Too good for me. But I’m a greedy bastard, and I can’t walk away from her now. I was an idiot to ever think I could ignore the way my body reacts to every part of her.

  I tried. I held myself back. I resisted for so fucking long. But it was all for nothing because I was under her spell the moment I caught her in Tylin’s apartment that first time. And now I can’t imagine life without her. Even the thought of it leaves me feeling empty. She’s somehow wheedled her way into our lives and become the glue that holds us all together. We’re closer, stronger, just straight up better since she joined us.

  And now she’s mine. Ours.

  And I won’t let her go. I can’t.

  “Come on.” Jameson’s practically bouncing on his toes as he takes her free hand and drags her, and Tylin, toward the front door. Behind them, Mouse smiles, his hands tucked in his pockets as he takes off after them at a leisurely pace. And I stand back, watching them all.

  This right here? This is family.