by James, Tate
I back up a couple of steps.
Not because I've changed my mind, but damn if I don't want to trigger that predator streak in Hawke. I want him to chase me, to go all caveman on my ass and make me scream so hard they'll hear me back at the Rouge Elk.
I have no clue how far we are from home; my brain stopped functioning way before my feet, but this is something we need to get out of our systems right here, right now.
"Natalia," Hawke warns, taking one long step for every short one I retreat. "You're playing a dangerous game now."
I scoff. "We've been playing a dangerous game for months, Hawke. I'm just the only one with big enough balls to change the stakes." That's a rich statement considering we're both standing there on a dark public road, stark naked. "You still want me? Prove it." I throw down my challenge then turn and run.
This move would have worked perfectly on any other day. You know, when I hadn't just pushed my body to an absolute collapse just minutes ago. As it is, I barely make it twenty feet before Hawke's strong arm bands around my waist and lifts me clear off the ground.
His momentum is so much that he stumbles, but with cat-like reflexes he rolls us in midair and I land cushioned on his broad chest rather than scraped across the gravel.
My heart is pounding with that short spike of adrenaline, my whole body quivering with arousal as his hands tighten on my waist. In one smooth movement, he somehow manages to line up his huge cock with my dripping slit, then slam me down until he's so deep inside me that my ass is resting on his balls.
A low groan rolls out of my throat, and my fingertips curl into the flesh of his chest. They're much shorter than I ever used to wear them, but there's enough there to break his skin and draw little smears of blood.
"Ride me," Hawke orders, his fingers digging painfully into my hips as he demonstrates what he wants. "Ride my cock like you fucking missed it, pet, and I'll let you come before I smack your ass until it's blue."
Oh man. That really shouldn't be such a turn on, but the way my pussy clenches around his dick promises she has a mind of her own and she loves that alpha male bullshit. The mention of getting my ass properly smacked by Hawke almost has me coming already. How embarrassing. In my defense, though, I'd been fucking all five of them like my life depended on it back in the church and now I’m living like ... well ... like a nun. Oh the irony.
I try to speak, try to say something, but I can't. Every last scrap of energy I have is being used to keep me moving, keep me bouncing on Hawke’s cock while chasing down an orgasm that I already know will be earth shattering.
His rough palms grab my bouncing tits, handling them with biting roughness and dragging little pained, desperate gasps from me. He's talking dirty to me with that achingly sexy low growl of his, telling me all the dark and depraved things he's been dreaming about doing to me. I can't understand a word of it, though. My ears are ringing with a high pitched sound which I know is a bad sign. Whatever. I'll deal with the consequences after I come all over Hawke's hard cock.
My climax is building fast, but not fast enough. My legs are wet noodles and my rhythm is faltering. Whatever strength I'd worked hard to build is totally sapped.
Hawke’s hand cracks against my ass cheek with a stinging bite right when I start to collapse, and it's exactly what I need.
"Fuck," I groan. Not in pain, because lord knows I can take a hell of a lot more than a little swat on the butt. But in sheer, mind numbing ecstasy as my senses explode, my cunt tightens and my vision goes dark.
I'm on the edge of a blackout, and I know it. But stubborn pride forces me to hold on just a few seconds longer ...
"Come now," I pant, my lips against Hawke's ear as I'm half-collapsed on his chest, "Or not at all." Because I’m at least eighty percent sure Hawke isn't into fucking unconscious chicks.
Hawke grabs my chin in rough, punishing fingers, his gaze taking control of me—body, heart, and soul.
“No. You will go as long as I tell you to go, and you will not make the mistake of trying to order me around again. Do you hear me, recruit?” He rolls us over, pinning my wrists against the ground, and screwing my naked ass into the rough gravel. Dominating me. Controlling me. Marking me.
My pussy is still pulsing with the intense aftershocks of my orgasm, but Hawke isn’t nearly done. He pushes me to my breaking point and past it, again and again and again.
“Eyes open, recruit. You will satisfy me.” And that command keeps me going because I love submitting to him. I love it. He’s the top my sub has always craved.
Hawke pounds me into a second orgasm before having one of his own, this shuddering, all-consuming climax that makes the muscles in his arms and neck bulge, the veins show on his broad chest. He finishes inside of me, and then rolls off, rising to his feet and then turning to glance down at me, still panting.
“Get up,” he orders, but if he’s going for cruel, heartless jerk, it’s lost on me. I’m just too damn tired.
Right before I pass out completely, I send out another silent thanks to the goddess of contraception. Needing to carry around condoms all the time would really throw a dampener on these spontaneous sex sessions.
Hawke keeps looking at me, his gray eyes narrowing briefly before a sigh escapes him and he kneels down beside me. He must realize that I’m truly and utterly spent, incapable of standing on my own two feet.
That changes something in him, gives me a brief glimpse into a side of him I never imagined existed.
“Hawke …” I start, but the word won’t come out, and I can barely lift a hand up to reach for him.
"Shh." Hawke's deep rumble reaches my ears as I'm lifted in his arms. "Rest now, pet. I'm nowhere near finished with you for tonight."
Chapter 14
Natalia
When I wake again, it's to the sharp sting of someone's teeth on my hard nipple.
My eyes fly open and I gasp, searching around me to find my bearings. I'm ... where am I? I'm in a huge, luxuriously comfortable bed made up with buttery soft linens in a deep charcoal grey.
I'm in Hawke's bedroom at the Rogue Elk which means ...
"Oh good," the bad tempered, control freak of a team leader murmurs from between my breasts, "you're finally awake. I was starting to think I'd need to jerk myself off."
I lick my lips. My mouth is so dry.
"I need some water," I mumble, rubbing my hands over my face to clear the haze of sleep.
"Here." Hawke sits up, moving to reach for the bottle of water on his nightstand. The motion brings his erection right up to my face, and I can't help myself. I lick it.
His breath catches and his balls contract in a way that makes me all smug and shit. I love seeing the way my men react to my touch. Yeah. Men. Plural. No matter how hard I'm making them work for it, no matter how much of a ball busting bitch I'm being, there's no fucking doubt in my mind. These five fucked-up, murderous bastards are mine. Crazy pants Arsen included. He just needs to get past his hang-ups over Portia. Something I'm secretly looking forward to helping with.
"Take these," Hawke orders me, placing two, small white pills in my hand. "They'll help with your headache. Then drink this." The bottle I thought was water is actually an electrolyte sports drink.
I arch a brow at him. "And then?"
He frowns at me, his eyes narrowed. "And then, what?"
I huff, but toss the pills into my mouth anyway, swallowing them with a gulp of the drink. "And then are you going to kick me out? Make me run another five miles or force me to scrub the bathroom with a toothbrush for embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend last night? Are we going back to being boss and recruit? Because if so, I think I'll take this and drink it in the shower, thanks." I wave the bottle of sports drink and make as if to get out of his bed. But he's straddling me, his straining cock just inches from my naked breasts, and his face like thunder.
"How about this, recruit?" he snaps, "you can leave now and take your punishment like one of the boys ... and I'll go shove all of
this down Janet's throat instead." He strokes a hand down his cock, pumping it a few times and biting his sexy, full lower lip. I'm fucking mesmerized. "Or ..."
He trails off, and I'm hanging by a damn thread.
I take another gulp of the sports drink and lick my lips eagerly. "Or what?"
"Or you can take your punishment in here, instead." He tips his head to the dresser under the window, and I gasp when I see the assortment of toys he's laid out. Were they all for me? Or had he bought them with Janet in mind?
Jealousy is a poisonous bitch, but it burns in my veins nonetheless.
"So, what's it going to be, pet?" Hawke fucking purrs the question at me. "One of the boys? Or my girl?"
"Convenient, how you want me to be your girl all of a sudden," I say with a breeziness that I don't feel inside. There's nothing I want more in that moment than to wrap my lips around Hawke's thick cock and take him deep, show him exactly what this little Russian princess can do. "And when it's convenient to kick my ass, it's all recruit this, recruit that."
The smirk that takes over his face is equal parts infuriating and attractive; I'm a prisoner to it, whether I like it or not. If I let them, these guys will take over me, burn the rest of what's left of the old Natalia to flames. But is that really such a bad thing?
I toss the sports drink aside and reach up to wrap my fingers around the base of Hawke's shaft. He stops me with a hand on the wrist.
"None of that snarky shit. I want to hear you say it. Portia wasn't afraid to give in to all of this."
"And what's all of this?" I retort back, hating hearing her name on his lips. While Janet is here, and clearly interested in Hawke, she's less of a threat than the memory of a woman I never met. Hawke and I both know that. "I'm not afraid," I say, before he even gets the chance to answer my question.
Hawke takes a step back and sinks to his knees on the bed for a moment, eye to eye with me.
"I'm going to tell you this before another one of those assholes takes the chance away from me," he says, running his hand up and down the length of his cock, teasing my trembling body with the motion. He pauses for a moment, and our gazes connect. I realize this is as close to an epiphany as we're going to get. "Do you know why I made that bet?"
"Why?" I ask dryly, cocking a single brow. "Because you're a controlling asshole who likes to play with people's lives?"
"Because I didn't want to like you. If you were a game, then it didn't matter. But for whatever stupid reason, it does." He licks his lips as I move forward, fully prepared to get on my hands and knees and suck him off. I want it; we both do. But Hawke grabs my hair before I can even get close and lifts my face up to look at him. "You're not like Portia, Natalia. That's why we've been holding back. She was in this too deep, and it got her killed."
"My father is the head of the Russian mafia," I snap, pushing his hand away from my hair and sitting up on my knees again. It's weird, to have a conversation naked and wanting like this, but somehow I feel like it keeps us both honest. There is literally nothing to hide behind in here. Just me, Hawke, and a bunch of bullshit to wade through. "I'm in as deep as I can go," I say, pausing as he works his jaw in frustration and sighs.
"We're all broken, stupid assholes," Hawke admits, surprising me. "And we're not good with this sort of shit. I thought if I ignored you, this ... whatever the fuck it is, would go away. But it hasn't." He flicks his attention away for a moment before turning back to me. "It won't."
"This ... whatever the fuck it is?" I repeat questioningly, and then we both pause as a knock sounds on the door.
"Boss?" It's Mace. There's no mistaking the deep rumbling of his voice, like a mountain shifting across the landscape, heavy but effortless.
"Come in," Hawke says, keeping his gaze focused on mine. The door opens and Mace steps in, filling up the entire doorway, his dark blue eyes narrowing as he spots the two of us, naked and aroused, sweating and shaking with need.
Also, he looks pissed. Royally so.
"Pardon me, boss," he bites out, "but I thought you were leaving Natalia alone for the time being?" There's a question in his voice as he steps into the room and closes the door behind us. The sound of the lock clicking into place is distinct.
"And I thought she was going to make me work for it," Hawke says with another smirk. "Sometimes people change their minds."
"Sometimes people confess their love," I snap back, standing up off the bed and moving over to pause in front of Mace. He's huge, like four or five times my size, and I'll admit: that turns me on like crazy. I reach up and put my small hands on his chest, shivering when he wraps his big ones over them, enveloping me in heat. "That's what Hawke just did, by the way, basically admitted his love for me."
"Not even close," Hawke says, but his voice is still low, the perfect pitch for sumptuous sheets and stolen kisses and seductive things.
"Mm," Mace rumbles, smoothing some loose hair back from my face. I love how he looks at me like I'm everything he's ever wanted, even when it's obvious I've been with another man. But it's not really like that here, is it? These guys are a team, a team that I'm supposed to be a part of. "If you've broken our leader enough that he can admit his feelings instead of swallowing them, then I have to admit: I'm impressed."
"Broken?" Hawke echoes, clearly annoyed, but Mace is already walking me back toward the bed, his powerful movements making my heart thunder.
As soon as I hit the edge of the mattress with my thighs, Mace is cupping the side of my face and tilting my head up for a kiss. His mouth is hot when it finds mine, his tongue relentless. He takes me without shame, without worry about the other man in the room with us. There's a possessiveness to his touch that I like, and a broken hesitancy that makes me shake. He's been waiting for this for months, while we slept in separate rooms and trained under the same roof. I don't know how the other guys felt about holding back, but the way Mace holds me, kisses, I feel like it wasn't exactly his idea.
He lifts his head to look up at Hawke.
"He's just declared me to be his girl," I say, looking between Mace and Hawke. "But do you think he'll share?"
Hawke and Mace share a long, studying look, some primal male bullshit ritual occurring between them. Mace is the closest person in the group that Hawke has to a friend, so finally, he relents with a slight nod of his chin and Mace grins.
When he looks back at me, I can see my beautiful destruction written all over his face.
"So, Talia," he murmurs as he glances in the direction of the toy chest, "are you going to pick out any goodies for us to use? Or would you prefer to start with the basics?" Mace reaches down to unbutton his jeans, and my breath catches. There must be something on my face that Mace notices because his mouth tilts to one side in a sardonic little smile. "Hawke bought them all for you, you know."
"Mace, you're out of line," Hawke warns, but his attitude doesn't stop me from moving over to the dresser and reaching out to run my fingers across the array of items. There are some tame pieces—like a vibrating cock ring, flavored lube, and a pink dildo—but there are a few naughty bits, too. I pick up the priest robe folded on the edge of the dresser and turn, tossing it to Mace. He catches it easily in his big hands and gives me a questioning sort of look as I snatch a rosary and throw it over Hawke's neck.
"The naughty Catholic girl inside of me liked it when she thought you were priests," I murmur, and Hawke smirks. They weren't the most believable of holy men, that's for sure. I would've believed they were Satanic worshippers before I'd believe they were men of god. But that's okay. They're fucked up; so am I.
I take a leather paddle off the dresser and give Hawke a saucy look.
"You sure think highly of yourself, buying all this stuff for me without ever knowing if I'd fuck you again."
"Oh, I knew it," Hawke says, wrapping his hand around his cock again and using a bit of pre-ejac as lube. "No doubt in my fucking mind."
"Really?" I ask, slapping my own palm with the leather paddle. The feel and
sound of it smacking across my skin makes me shiver. Do I want it on my ass? You bet I do. But I'm not about to bend over—metaphorically or literally—just yet. "How about this? If you bend over and let me spank you both, I'll let you do whatever you want to me."
"Fat chance of that happening," Hawke says with a haughty little laugh. I turn and smack the paddle again as Mace takes off his clothes, his huge cock pulsing with need, desperate for my tight little cunt. Too bad, it's not happening without a little reparation.
"No spanking, no sex," I say, knowing that neither of these guys is into non-con. If they were, I'd shoot them both in their sleep. "Bend the fuck over."
Hawke grits his teeth while Mace comes around the bed to stand beside me, grabbing my wrist and using it to tease the paddle along the length of his cock, licking his lips as he makes eye contact with me.
"Spank me, Talia, I'm not afraid of a little paddling." The sound of his Lucullan smooth voice rumbles through me as he slips the priest robe over his head and then turns, leaving me to lift the fabric up to get a nice view of his muscular backside. He flexes his muscles, and my breath catches.
Hot damn.
"You could bounce a quarter off this ass," I say, licking my lower lip and then correcting myself. "Or a leather paddle." Pulling the paddle back, I line up a perfect shot, and swing with all my might. Mace has a hard ass; he can take it. The leather cracks against his muscular cheeks, and he shudders, turning to look at me over his massive shoulder with eyes the color of midnight.
"Feel better now?" he asks me as his skin turns slightly pink, and I feel an electric current tingle up from my fingers, wrapped tightly around the paddle, and up into my shoulders. When I move to swing the paddle again, Mace grabs it and stops it in mid-air, as easily as one might swat a fly. "You said no spanking, no sex. Well, you've spanked, so sex is the next logical conclusion." He turns around and releases the paddle, pausing to glance over at Hawke as he lets his priestly robes fall back into place. "And what about you? Are you going to continue to be a stubborn ass and ruin the best thing that's ever happened to you?"