Hell's Redemption- The Complete Series Boxset

by Grace McGinty

  We all piled into the luxury SUV, and I took a moment to appreciate that new leather smell.

  Once we hit the road and were on an arterial highway out of Paris, I relayed what Hope told me about our “official” visit to Calais.

  “We’ll need a place to lay low for a couple of days until Hope sets it all up,” Naz said absently to the car. Romanus’ hand twitched every time Naz swerved between cars. He wasn’t a great passenger.

  “Somewhere out of Calais. Somewhere away from people,” Romanus added. “We’ll need… space for a couple of days.”

  I raised my eyebrows at Rouen, who just grinned back at me, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. I went online and booked us an out of the way cabin on the banks of the Somme under a fake name, and gave Naz the address. We sat in silence for a while, and I let the sun lull me and my thoughts into a contented daze. Pressed between Charlie and Rouen, I was as close to heaven as I was ever likely to get. Rouen's hand wrapped around my thigh, his fingers teasing the seams of my jeans absently. I desperately wished I wasn’t wearing pants in that moment.

  Rouen's nostrils flared, and he turned to look at me, heat making his eyes molten. Such beautiful eyes. He slid his palm up further, and I held my breath as he rubbed his hand firmly against my pussy through my jeans. I let out a tiny whimper, and suddenly everyone's eyes were on me. Feeling a little self conscious under the scrutiny of every male in the car, I wiggled away, but Rouen’s hand travelled with me, gently petting, coaxing me back. He looked over my head at Charlie, and some kind of unspoken guy code thing must have passed between them, because Charlie hooked his fingers under my chin and turn my face to his so I was staring into his crystalline blue eyes.

  His gaze ran over my face, taking in my features. “Damn, you are just so beautiful. I kept waiting and waiting for any other woman to compare to you, and every single one was lacking.” He leaned forward, kissing the corner of my mouth, then my now parted lips, running his tongue across their fullness. His hand came up to cup my cheek, and he stroked the rough pad of his thumb over my cheekbone as he deepened the kiss.

  Rouen's fingers deftly unclasped the button of my jeans, and I lifted my ass so he could wiggle them down over my hips and part way down my thighs.

  I wanted to turn to look at him, but I was transfixed by Charlie's eyes. They were burning with an indescribable heat, the kind that made you want to jump into their depths and burn alive. “I can’t wait to make love to you, Rella Rua. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name when I fuck you.”

  I threw myself into the kiss, even as Rouen’s fingers skittered through the folds of my pussy, flicking lightly over my clit, making my body jerk towards his hand. Charlie's tongue flicked in my lips, an echo of what Rouen was doing with his hand. I moaned against his lips, plunging my tongue into his mouth, dancing with his own. I pulled back and bit his bottom lip, making him groan. He dropped his hand from my cheek to my hip, sliding his hand up under my shirt and to my lace covered breast. He sucked in a little breath as his fingers skimmed over my already taut nipples.

  “I can’t wait to see you riding my cock,” he groaned and shifted. I ran my own hand over his hard cock, trapped beneath his denim jeans. He grabbed my wrist and moved it away, shifting hands so he could trap it up above my head.

  “Just let us love you, Rella. There will be eternity to return the favor, but for now, let us worship this beautiful body and listen to your pretty moans.”

  Charlie's fingers pinched my nipple lightly, and Rouen used the moment to slide a finger inside my dripping wet core.

  “Oh,” I whispered out on a breath, but it was captured by Charlie's mouth as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, his lips still working mine like a master. Rouen slipped another finger inside me and I arched against his hand, my moan echoing around the car.

  I could hear Naz cursing softly in the driver's seat, but I was too caught up in Rouen’s clever fingers and Charlie's soft lips. Charlie moved from my lips, pressing kisses across my jaw and down my neck, taking my earlobe into his mouth and sucking gently. Electricity ran up and down my spine as pleasure coursed through me.

  The heel of Rouen's hand pressed tight against my clit, as he thrust his big fingers in and out of my pussy, curling them to reach my g-spot, working every pleasure zone inside me to bring me higher and higher. I threw back my head, letting Charlie kiss down my neck, over my collarbone and down between the valley of my breasts exposed by the V of my shirt. He moved the soft cotton aside, and I could feel the wet warmth of his breath against my skin as he pressed soft kisses to the swell of breast. He pulled the lace down, freeing my aching nipple to the air and the view of everyone in the car. And probably passing motorists. But not for long, because he moved to suck my nipple into his mouth, a light scrape of his teeth sending me wild against him. I wrapped my fingers in his strawberry blonde curls, keeping him where I wanted him, though I didn’t think he’d move for the Devil himself right now.

  Rouen used the moment to add another finger, stretching me deliciously wide as I let out a small scream that echoed around the car.

  “Fuck!” Naz groaned, and the car swerved to the side of the road, the sound of gravel shaking me a little from my pleasure haze. Charlie moved up my body, kissing me.

  “Don’t worry about that, Rella Rua. Naz was just having a hard time concentrating with all those sexy noises you are making.”

  He moved back down to my other breast, and I forgot everything but the sensation of their skin against mine. I opened my eyes and I could see Naz’s eyes in the rear view mirror, watching me as I writhed against my guys.

  I could feel their pleasure at watching me, the sensation folding into my own and making it even more intense. I could feel my climax building beneath my skin, a prickling heat that was going to consume me, but was just out of reach. I desperately moved against Rouen's hand, my fingers holding roughly onto Charlie's hair.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m going to come,” I whimpered, and Rouen upped the speed his fingers. Charlie bit down on my nipple and that was it, I flew apart, clutching Charlie to me as if he was the only thing anchoring me to earth.

  I panted, trying to suck in air.

  Rouen slid his fingers from me, making me whimper at their loss. He leaned forward presenting his fingers, still glistening with my cum, to Romanus.

  “Alpha.”

  Romanus leaned back between the seats and sucked Rouen's fingers into his mouth, his eyes holding mine. I moaned involuntarily. I’d seen them do this before on the plane, but it didn’t get any less hot.

  Romanus let out an involuntary grunt of pleasure, then bowed his head a little.

  “My Queen.” There were so many things layered into those two words, a whole range of feelings that I was only just beginning to grasp. He turned and smiled at Rouen. “Good work, Beta.”

  He looked at Charlie, who’d lifted his mouth from my nipple but still had his head resting on my chest. He winked, and I could feel Charlie's small smile against my skin.

  Guys were weird.

  “You good to drive, Naz?” He asked my dark eyed merc. Naz gave a shaky nod.

  “I'm good, Alpha. My cock is harder than cement, but I’m good.” He sent me a hot look in the mirror as he pulled back into the freeway traffic.

  My guys straightened my clothes, interspersed with kisses. I felt worshipped. Loved.

  Panic tried to sneak in. I cared so much now, my soft center of my feelings exposed and vulnerable. If anything happened to them, I would be nothing but a sad, empty husk.

  Rouen pressed a kiss to my temple. “Relax, my Queen. We have you.”

  I rested my head on his shoulder, my hand wrapped in Charlie's. There was no room for doubt. This was right.

  Rouen and Romanus had spent fifteen minutes talking in hushed whispers, too low for even my ears. I was getting suspicious. That suspicion doubled as we pulled into Amiens, still thirty minutes from our destination, and everyone had disappeared from the car. Rouen had dragged
Charlie out of the car and hustled him onto the street, murmuring vague excuses and telling me he’d be back in thirty minutes. Romanus, Rouen and Charlie had disappeared into the crowded streets of Amiens, leaving me alone with Naz. He climbed into the back with me, leaning in to kiss me lightly.

  “What are they up to?”

  Naz grinned, and shook his head. “That's classified.”

  I pouted, which isn’t a good look on a grown woman, but made him laugh. “Stick that lip back in, Rella, or I’ll be forced to kiss it.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Forced?”

  He laughed more and cuddled me closer until I was on his lap. I rested my head against his shoulder. “This is all going to work out, right? I’m not making a mistake, tying him to us? Damning him like Adnan said?”

  Naz pressed a kiss to my hair. “If it makes him half as happy as I am, then we’ll all live a long and exciting life together.”

  “No regrets?” I wasn’t sure I actually wanted the answer.

  He shook his head. “None. It’ll take a bit to get used to everything, but I’m happy enough.”

  “Despite the fact you’ve been stabbed, arrested, chased by Interpol and have to share me with three other guys?”

  “Well, when you put it like that,” he said, miming getting out of the car.

  I smacked his shoulder and kissed him, appreciating the soft, yet commanding press of his lips against mine. His hand curled around my back, holding me to his chest. We sat in the warmth of the car, both silent, but it was a comfortable silence.

  Eventually, I couldn't take it any longer.

  “Wanna have sex in the cargo area?” I whispered, grinning.

  He groaned. “Yes. But no. We don’t have time, and I’m already walking around with a massive hard on as it is. But soon, I’m going to fuck you so good you won't even remember your own name.” He gave me another blistering hot kiss and shifted me off his lap. I looked past him, and saw Romanus and Charlie were walking towards the car, holding several plain boutique shopping bags.

  “Close your eyes,” Romanus said as he opened the rear cargo area. Naz slipped his hand over my eyes. Where was the trust? I could hear them rustling about, then the sound of Rouen’s voice, as he too placed something in the cargo area.

  Romanus climbed into the driver’s seat, and Rouen into the passenger side, leaving the seat to my left for Charlie, who’s smile was so wide I thought his face would crack.

  “Whatcha up to, Charlie?” I asked, and he just shook his head. Dammit, I hated surprises. But I couldn’t help the smile that affixed itself to my face and stayed there for the whole trip to the tiny town with an unpronounceable name on the banks of the Somme where we were staying.

  I picked up the key for our cabin at a post office. The elderly lady behind the counter handed over the skeleton key with much pomp, giving me a run down of the old cabins quirks. You had to bang the shower pipe twice to get hot water, don’t open the kitchen window or it'll get stuck, thump the top of the door and kick the bottom at the same time to get the front door to unlock, and so on.

  Charlie sat in the car, typing furiously on his laptop while he still had access to the internet, before we went off the grid. For Charlie, that would be like cutting off a limb for a few days, but I had a some ideas on how to distract him. He wanted to wrap a few things, and I knew he was trying to at least recover the deleted body-cam footage from the raid on the auction. The other guys went and got supplies from the local grocery store. I couldn’t even grab a peek in the cargo area. Dammit.

  As we drove along a tree lined dirt road, following the post office lady’s hand drawn map, I kept catching glimpses of water. They might have been generous, calling the place ‘on the banks of the Somme’ as we’d been heading away from it for awhile, but I didn’t mind. The more isolated, the better.

  Finally, the trees opened up to show a tiny log cabin with a wrap around porch and lead-lighted windows, making it look rough by idyllic. The clearing between the trees was small, and well hidden and I hadn’t seen another house in fifteen minutes. It was perfect.

  Charlie pulled me from the car. I squealed as he almost dropped me, but he caught me at the last minute, lifting me into his arms, and carrying me up the porch steps. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, kissing him deeply.

  Then I yawned. I was so damn tired, my eyelids feeling like sandpaper. I’d done nothing but catnap for a week, and my body was ready to shut down. The sun was just beginning to set, and it was only 9 p.m., but I was ready for bed. For sleep. It had been an extremely long forty-eight hours.

  Charlie kissed my cheek, running a hand up and down my back as he slowly slid me to my feet. “Come on Rella. Let's get you to bed.”

  I shook my head, but another yawn rocked me. I watched Rouen walk around the back to do a perimeter check, even out here in the middle of nowhere, and Romanus tried to open the door according to the old lady’s instructions, but it didn’t budge. I stifled a giggle as I watched him and Naz kick and thump and wiggle the door, each swearing under their breath. I could feel Charlie’s body shaking as he held me close to his chest.

  Finally, they found the right combination and the door swung open. Charlie swung me back up in his arms and walked me across the threshold, grinning down at me, his eyes promising me everything.

  I slid to my feet again, and looked back at a cabin trapped in time. Everything screamed provincial. The main area was essentially one room; kitchen, living room and dining room all in one. A huge fireplace took up almost the entire right hand side wall. Big stuffed couches and hand woven rugs dotted around the room made it feel homey, and all the furniture was rough hewn wood. It was beautiful. It ran on solar power, according to the website, and I found the light switch. Framed hand pressed flowers hung on the walls, a testament to someone’s time and patience.

  Another yawn wracked my body, and Romanus hustled me towards the doors in the back of the room. A massive bed sat in the center of the bedroom. A gorgeous quilt lay over it and there must have been twenty throw pillows. I ran from the door, hurdled the bed end and landed on the pillows with a sigh. Bliss.

  I kicked off my boots and wiggled out of my jeans, crawling beneath the quilt.

  “You sure you don’t need any help unloading the SUV?”

  Romanus huffed out a laugh. “Sleep well, my Queen.” As soon as he closed the door, I was asleep.

  Chapter Twenty

  I woke snuggled into the too warm back of a gargoyle. As I pulled away, I realized it was Rouen. I slipped an arm around his waist and pressed myself closer to his body. I felt a happy rumble beneath my hand.

  He rolled over, and we were nose to nose. I covered my mouth. “Morning breath,” I explained in a muffled voice.

  Rouen rolled his eyes, pulled my hand away and kissed me softly. I made a happy sound and stretch right along his body, wiggling a little against the hard prod of his morning wood. He groaned and grabbed my hip.

  “Enough of that, you temptress. We have a big day.”

  “We do?”

  He nuzzled my neck. “Mmhmm, now get this pretty butt out of bed. It’s nearly ten.”

  I kissed him a little, and slid out from beneath the blankets. I must have been really out of it last night, because I hadn’t even felt Rouen hop in beside me. I hoped I didn’t snore. I watched as he stood from the bed, naked of course, and I took a minute to appreciate the smooth lines of his body. The long ropes of muscles that ran down his back, the small dimples above his perfect ass. I couldn’t help but run a finger down his spine. He gave me a hot look over his shoulder, then sighed.

  “Tomorrow. Today, we are busy.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips, and led me out my door to the bathroom. He turned on the water, checking it was the perfect temperature, though how he’d know was beyond me.

  “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, and then he was gone. Something weird was going on, but bubbles of excitement fluttered in my chest. I stepped gingerly into the water, and let ou
t a relaxed sigh, the water just right. He really was perfect. I rinsed out my hair with a fancy shampoo that smelled of violets.

  He returned, not bothering to knock. I looked out, and was surprised to see Naz, not Rouen. He was smiling goofily, which was the weirdest thing I’d ever seen.

  “Should I be worried?” I asked, leaning around the shower curtain. I looked down to see him holding a large box. “What’s in the box?”

  “Come out and see,” he taunted.

  I turned off the water, and he rested the box on the sink so he could hold out the fluffy white towel to me. I walked into the towel, and was surprised when he started to dry me, dabbing water from my skin.

  He vigorously dried my back, down each arm, across my chest, over the slight curve of my stomach. He dropped to a knee, and ran the towel up each leg slowly, and I sucked in a breath when he reached the apex of my thighs. He kissed my stomach, and then moved the towel down the other leg.

  He stood and leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Open the box.”

  I noted the name of a boutique on the lid as I removed it. Buried beneath the tissue paper was a white chiffon dress, rows and rows of crystals lining the bodice. I sucked in a gasp as I pulled it out. It unfolded in swaths of diaphanous fabric. It was short at the front, probably hitting just above my knee, and slightly longer in the back.

  “Naz, it’s gorgeous,” I whispered. It took my breath away.

  “Then it’s only half as beautiful as you,” he answered. “I’ll help you get it on. It has tiny pearl buttons on the back that are going to be a nightmare.”

  He held out the dress and I stepped into it gingerly. He smoothed it up my body, and I threaded my arms through the simple sleeves. It hugged my torso up the top, and flared out from my hips like a cloud. Naz started hooking the pearls into their satin loops, cursing a little under his breath making me giggle, which made it harder to thread the buttons. By the time he reached the top of the bodice, I was almost sweating trying not to laugh.

  “You look like a goddess,” Naz murmured, and his eyes shone with a wonder that made my own eyes mist up. He cleared his throat.