Casey

by Claire Marta

  Remembering their last time here, he thought about what Master S had said and considered the possibility that they hadn’t entirely satisfied her needs last night. They had given her slow, tender loving, when what she craved was a hot, hard fuck, taking her in an animalistic rut that she’d feel for days.

  Fisting her hair, he pulled up her head, forcing her back into an erotic arch and making her whimper with need.

  Malik froze with his hand on her ass and gave him a look. Behind his executioner’s hood, Iosefa imagined the arch of a questioning brow.

  “You like it rough, don’t you, little girl? You like the pain. The burn.” Reaching, he wedged his hand between them and pinched her tit, twisting her nipple and making her moan. “Hurt’s so good, doesn’t it?” he growled, smelling the musk of her arousal grow thick in the air. “He was right, you know. We do want you. But we’re not going to take you until you’re ready. Do you think you can handle us, Dora? I guarantee we can give you something that he can’t. Both of us claiming you… the two of us sharing that sweet pussy of yours. You’re so wet, you’re making a mess on Ma—Moses’s pants.”

  His brother shot him a chastising look. Dear Lord. He’d come close to ruining this.

  He took a deep breath and blew out harshly, ruffling Casey’s red hair. “What do you want, little girl? Tell us what you need.”

  “I need… to come, Sir,” she gasped when Malik found her opening, shoved a finger knuckle-deep inside her, and started fucking her with it.

  “How?” he demanded. “Finger or mouth or cock?”

  She moaned when Malik added a second finger and curled them, hitting her G-spot.

  “Cock. Two cocks. Please, Sirs!”

  Iosefa grew harder listening to her breathy plea. They would give her what she wanted. Prove that they were worthy to be her mates. That they could satisfy her.

  Thanks to Zac, they had known of the scene tonight. He had been in the hallway at her apartment this morning and overheard the voicemail that the Russian had left on her phone. When they’d all left together, Morgan had insisted that something was wrong. That Casey wasn’t herself. Iosefa had put her mood down to Ivan’s influence. Still, the niggling doubt that they weren’t what she needed refused to leave. He worried that they couldn’t provide what she desired sexually.

  “One problem,” Malik said. “We don’t have condoms.”

  “We’re all clean. We’ve been vetted, and I’m on shots for birth control,” she told them quickly, her breath coming in little pants. “I’m okay with taking you bareback if you’re okay with it. Both of you, in my pussy. Just… go slow, okay? I’ve never tried it before.”

  Neither had they, but Iosefa wasn’t about to tell her that. They’d seen it, though, in adult films and the gay porn that Emmett and Theo liked to watch. Elijah, too, for that matter.

  He looked at Malik. “We will need lube,” he said. “Lots of lube. I do not think she’s used to handling men our size, let alone two at once.”

  If double penetration was vaginal and anal, he supposed dual penetration was an appropriate description when one orifice was involved.

  Iosefa bypassed the water-based lubricant in favor of coconut oil. Handing it to Malik, he let his partner lube up their mate and unzipped his Dom leather pants, freeing his cock and giving her something else to moan around. With one knee on the sofa and his other foot on the floor, he fed her his length and started fucking her face, relishing the mewls and needy whimpers that vibrated his erection.

  Malik worked in three fingers, then four, then five. For a moment, Iosefa wondered if he might try to fist her, but he didn’t.

  Something to save for another day.

  When she could take five fingers comfortably, Iosefa picked her up and let Malik strip from the waist down and sit on the center cushion. They were thinking alike. They needed room for this.

  “Straddle him,” Iosefa growled, adding enough of his true voice, she readily complied. “That’s it. Take hold of his cock and let him in. There. Now more. More. Work it. Up and down. More. Don’t stop until he’s balls-deep in your pussy.”

  Reaching, he squeezed her breasts hard enough to leave bruises. She groaned and begged for more.

  He grabbed the tender flesh of her ass and made her juices squirt, wetting Malik’s sac. Easing her higher, he lined up his cock with his partner’s and wedged his glans into Casey’s opening, keeping their erections pressed together when they both surged inside her.

  She gasped and moaned to feel so full. Iosefa slapped the cheek of her reddened ass, earning another mini-orgasm for his effort. Her walls rippled along their lengths.

  They started to move, building in strength and speed, determined to give her the rough sex that she seemed to crave. Malik caught her bouncing breasts in his hands and tortured her nipples, making her wetter yet.

  They used their true voices to talk dirty to her. She liked being their slut. Their cumbucket. Such a dirty girl, but she was their dirty girl, not his.

  Their wildcat.

  “I’m going to come,” Iosefa grated, pile-driving into her, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers leaving bruises.

  “Yes,” she cried. “Yes! Come in me. Both of you. I want to feel it.”

  He buried himself inside her and jerked to a finish. Malik was right behind him, both of their cocks pulsing, shooting ropes of cum into her pussy and filling her to overflowing. They were making a huge mess, but it was worth the clean up when they pushed her over the edge one last time to join them.

  “Christ on a cracker,” she breathed. “Jesus.”

  It did feel heavenly, Iosefa had to admit. Maybe not quite as pleasant as having a dedicated hole, but almost. Next time, he would suggest double penetration. Malik had liked taking her ass very much. Iosefa had yet to possess her there.

  Casey looked at them, happy, sated, her eyes clouded with wonder, her soft smile warm and muzzy. “Wow,” she breathed. “That was…”

  “Perfect,” Malik rumbled, adding a bit of his true voice that she was so responsive to.

  “Perfect,” she agreed. “Hell. I don’t know if I can drive home after this. My legs feel boneless. I’m not so sure I can walk.”

  Iosefa realized that they couldn’t offer to drive her home. They’d have to leave on their masks and no explanation would be sufficient for Casey. She’d end up being angry with them. Neither of them wanted that. “We would take you, but we’re on duty until two AM,” he said, adding his own touch of magic to his words. “One way or another, we’ll make certain that you get home, pet,” he assured her. “Do you want us to find you a ride or do you have a friend that you can call?”

  She went still for a moment. “This morning, I would have said yes. But there were some harsh words spoken. I don’t think they’d appreciate me calling them now. Even if I could explain…, even if I apologized.” She blew out harshly. “Sorry. That’s my problem, not yours. If one of you could let Precious Pet know, she’ll see to it.”

  They could only hope that Master S wasn’t lying in wait somewhere, stalking their mate. They needed one of their brothers to fly above her and make certain that she got home.

  “I’ll go talk to Precious Pet.” Iosefa looked pointedly at Malik and shifted his gaze, letting him know that there was a reason for his volunteerism. “Moses, I’ll leave it to you to get her clean and ready to go. Precious Pet can fetch your things from your locker. One of us will bring them. Thank you,” he rumbled, petting her hair and stroking her face, wishing he could kiss her. But they couldn’t risk discovery. The time for their revelation was not yet at hand. Soon, he promised himself. The sooner she realized who they were and recognized them as her fated mates, the sooner she would be safe from the other one.

  He wanted to kill the Russian with his bare hands for what he’d done tonight. Inflict vengeance in biblical proportions. Casey’s fear when he’d attempted to fuck her had been like a streak of lightning through his senses.

  Iosefa dressed quickly, grit
ting his teeth at the thought of what she would have gone through if they hadn’t been on duty. He was sure Ivan was not going to give up. A sick look of fixation had been burning in his eyes when he’d been dragged from the room. Soul mate or not, he was a danger to their woman. Would Tobias sanction his execution? They were not supposed to inflict harm on humans, especially the innocent, but Ivan’s hands were drenched in blood. Although not a true minion of darkness, he had committed heinous acts. Iosefa knew there was a fine line between these things. They’d be damning themselves if they crossed it.

  Primal urges surged within him to protect Casey at any cost.

  Leaving her in Malik’s capable hands, Iosefa went in search of Precious Pet.

  She was at the bottom of the stairs, about to come up.

  Their boss mounted enough steps to bring them nearly eye-level. “Master S is gone. Not quietly, of course. How is she?”

  Iosefa clenched his fists, trying to quell the tide of anger at the mention of that abusive sadist’s name. “She wants to go home but she doesn’t think she can walk. Drive,” he corrected quickly, nearly groaning at his slip.

  “Well, now,” Precious Pet cooed. “Which is it? Drive or walk or both?”

  Iosefa drew himself up. “A gentleman never tells. But she has requested a ride home. I came to see if you could help us. She’ll need the things from her locker. A ride with someone trustworthy who will see that she gets safely inside. I don’t know what she will want to do about her car. Leave it here and collect it tomorrow or have someone ferry it for her.”

  “My driver can see her home,” Precious Pet told him. “He can take her in her car and find a lift back.”

  Iosefa was concerned. “Forgive me, but warn him that he needs to watch for Master S tonight. I do not think that he will give up on Ca-Dora so easily.”

  Precious Pet grinned at his second slip. “Don’t worry about Casey. I’m not about to let anything happen to my goddaughter. The name’s Helena, by the way. Helena Braxton.”

  According to the rules of The Secret Garden Club, the use of members’ real names was strictly forbidden. Precious Pet—Helena—could do it without fear of repercussions because she was the owner of the club.

  And Casey was her goddaughter.

  Dear heaven.

  Remembering the remarks that she’d made, Precious Pet had known of their interest in Casey when she asked them to look after her. She had to know that they had sex in her office. The room had reeked of it when they were done.

  Yet she seemed comfortable with the idea of Casey having two men to love her. Precious Pet was their ally, and God knew they needed every advantage when it came to winning the heart and hand of their fated mate.

  Not when her soul mate was still out there.

  “The way that Master S was looking at her was disturbing,” Iosefa told Precious Pet. “I fear that he might stalk her.”

  He didn’t tell Precious Pet, but the fact was, they were undeniably, unconditionally, hopelessly in love with her goddaughter. It wasn’t just about Casey being their fated mate and the undeniable connection that bound them to her. They had fallen in love with her soul.

  They loved every facet of their warrioress. They admired her fiery spirit, strength, and independence—even the vulnerability that she hid but which they had managed to glimpse in unguarded moments. She protected her heart all too well. It would take everything in their power to break down her walls and get her to let them in.

  Hopefully, sooner rather than later. The quicker they could win her to them, the happier they all would be. They planned to keep her safe, sheltered, and loved.

  Precious Pet’s eyes searched his gaze and her expression softened. “I was right,” she murmured, her lips crooking into a smile. “Well. Now. Let me find Dennis and get Dora’s things from her locker. I’ll send him up shortly.”

  Iosefa didn’t trust this Dennis to see Casey home. Master S—Ivan Michalov—was Bratva. He had money, weapons, and men at his disposal. One driver against a small army would be no match if Ivan decided to intercept them and take her.

  He planned to call on one of their brothers from the Citadel to make certain that didn’t happen. Zana or Lukas or both of them would see that it was done. Tobias had already ordered Casey to be protected, the same as Morgan. Fated mates weren’t just their future. They were the future of mankind.

  He and Precious Pet parted ways at the bottom of the stairs. She went in search of Dennis and he headed for his employee locker to retrieve his phone. Making certain that he was alone, he scrolled through his contact list, found Zana’s number, and hit it to connect.

  “What’s up?” Zana asked, curiosity in his voice. Unlike the others, he knew that Malik and Iosefa were moonlighting at The Secret Garden Club this Friday night.

  “Remember the Russian that Casey was with at the fight?”

  “I remember.”

  “He got ejected from the club tonight. We need someone to follow Casey and make certain that she gets safely home. He seems fixated on her. I don’t trust him to not try something. Are you free?”

  He could almost hear the smile in Zana’s voice. “I can be.”

  “You have the address?”

  He coughed to cover himself. “I do,” he admitted.

  It was Iosefa’s turn to smile. Zana liked watching kinky porn. Chances were, he would enjoy a visit to a BDSM club. It was unfortunate that none of their brothers could afford memberships to The Secret Garden Club. Perhaps Zana could get in as a floor monitor when “Moses” and “Aaron” advanced to Master Gardeners.

  “How soon can you be here?”

  “A minute?” Zana guessed.

  Iosefa felt his own wings itching to come out. “They’ll be in Casey’s car. You know which one it is.”

  After realizing that she was a fated mate, Tobias had given everyone her information at a morning briefing. Her stats, driver’s license, car, plates, work, address, habits—anything pertinent to help them find, follow, and keep her safe. Plus a warning that she was to be considered armed and dangerous.

  That was their Casey, always threatening to shoot someone.

  After the underground fight, Zac had managed to get her blood type from Morgan. Cayden had it now, just in case things got ugly. Morgan knew that Casey was allergic to lima beans and rarely got sick but she was pitiful when she did. She was not a good patient at all.

  “I’m on it. Or over it,” Zana joked. Iosefa could hear him on the move, preparing to take off.

  “Thanks. I know it’s against the rules, but I’m putting my phone on vibrate and keeping it with me. I’ll let the owner know.” Hopefully, she wouldn’t object. It was either retain a means of contact or leave work early and add his eyes to Zana’s. There was no way that he’d be able to focus on keeping others safe here when his fated mate was in potential danger out there.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Casey shifted under the weight of her boss’s chilly gaze. He didn’t like having his Sunday interrupted with her video call.

  “I’d have contacted you sooner, sir, but I knew that you would be in meetings.”

  Her boss was at a conference this weekend. She’d waited until his scheduled lunchtime to brief him on the latest news. She knew that he’d be pissed. And this time, she couldn’t blame him.

  It was her screw-up, after all. No thanks to Ivan. If she didn’t know better, she’d think that he had deliberately misled her, letting her think that the party was the day of Popov’s birthday and it wasn’t, damn it all. It was tonight.

  For all her confidence after Ivan had approached her and she’d first handed Rogers the information, she now had to voice her reservations.

  From his expression, her boss was not taking this well. Casey’s only consolation was that he was in DC, not here.

  Phoning her this morning, Ivan had awakened her from a lovely dream of two hooded Dominants and unapologetically plunged her into the Bratva’s harsh reality. The Russian’s clipped words had been
like a slap in the face. Popov’s birthday celebration was this evening. December first, not the fifth. Everything had been arranged and planned for Thursday.

  He’d dropped a bombshell she hadn’t seen coming. Ivan expected her to be dressed and ready to attend. Nothing had been mentioned about what happened at the club. Casey’s apprehension had only built throughout the morning.

  “You assured me you knew what you were doing,” Mr. Rogers informed her curtly. “Now you don’t believe the Russian is above board?”

  Casey winced at his tone. “I believe he has ulterior motives for his actions.”

  “He’s Bratva. Of course, he does. We need results, Andersson. So far I haven’t seen anything. It’s too late to get cold feet now,” he clipped, his words dripping with icy disdain and his tight-lipped expression full of censure.

  Casey stared at his image on the screen, feeling the emptiness of the apartment like a shroud around her. “Fitzgerald and Rodriguez might be available for backup tonight. If a few more agents could be spared...”

  “No,” Rogers cut her off. “I doubt you’ll be in much danger from cake and champagne. You’ll attend the party tonight. You never know what might prove useful. Besides, we can’t risk suspicion if you don’t turn up. Once you’re in, I want you to use your wiles. Make an effort to get close to Popov, if you know what I mean.”

  Casey frowned at the suggestion. He wanted her to seduce the head of the Bratva?

  First, he was making her go in alone. Now he wanted to pimp her?

  Fucking pig.

  “Bring me results and I’ll direct more manpower your way. Your brother was a good agent and gave everything he had to this job. You need to show me that you have the same dedication.”

  Casey ended the call and rubbed the tightness from her chest, wishing away her misgivings with it. The government knew where she was. Ivan needed to keep his end of his plea deal or risk jail time for breaking the terms. All things considered, she’d be safe enough. As long as she maintained her cover and kept under Popov’s radar, she’d be fine.