by Skye Jones
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Beautiful Bargain
Desolate Lands Book Three
Releasing December 28, 2018
SNEAK PEEK
Chapter One
Milly: Not made of glass
I spent three days recovering, but the guys were starting to annoy me. They treated me like I was made of glass, hardly touching me, asking repeatedly if I needed something. It was nice to be treated well, but I was doing okay, and I didn’t need them tiptoeing around me as much.
They’d promised me sexy-times, but so far, no sexy-times had taken place.
They’d made a meal a couple hours ago, and they were lounging around in the one room they’d made comfy, watching a DVD. Dad and Mum had gone to bed early. I thought they were more shook up than me.
Perhaps, it would hit me later, but I wasn’t going to sit around waiting for that to happen. In fact, I needed to be busy and do something because I had this pent-up energy inside now I’d discovered my power and the extent of it, and I wanted to practice.
I wanted to go out there and do something. Use what I had found out, or at least train it. Jackson could train me if he wanted to, but so far, he’d been pampering me and tiptoeing around with all the others. I thought he’d at least recognize the need in me to burn off this energy.
The guys hadn’t done a run for supplies for a few days. Alex needed to feed, and we had to find out what Sienna planned to do next if possible. On top of which, I wanted us to go back and help the other girl like me, the one Sienna had spoken about. It all provided plenty for us to do.
Right then though, I wanted something else. I wanted them to look at me with the lust in their eyes they used to hold for me. Not warily regard me as a terribly damaged thing, but see me as a sexy woman. Damn it, I’d saved myself, been strong, and instead of seeing me as more powerful, they viewed me as someone who needed mollycoddling.
I’d realized how stupid I’d been to keep mistrusting them. I’d finally got over my fixation on the way they’d taken me from the Ravens. If they hadn’t, I’d have ended up in a much worse situation, or possibly dead. They could have talked to me a bit more openly about everything that went on, but I had also realized that at first, I was an unknown quantity to them. Not someone they could trust with what they were doing.
I’d decided tonight the mollycoddling ended, and it was up to me to make it happen. They weren’t going to make the first move. They wanted to claim me, they’d said, but they weren’t going to start anything when they thought I was suffering from post-traumatic stress, or hurting.
“I want to go and lie down for a while in your room, Jackson. Will you all join me? We need to talk.” I bit back a smile at their expressions. The words to strike fear into any red-blooded male’s heart, we need to talk.
His bed was big enough for us to get it on, all of us, and as long as we didn’t fall asleep after, Alex would be okay and could go downstairs before dawn.
“Okay,” Jackson said the word as if it tasted bad.
“Come on then,” I pushed.
“Shall we watch the end of this film first?” Ben asked hopefully.
“No, it’s important.” I pouted at them and then turned on my heel and walked out of the room. “I’m going. You guys can come or not.”
I hoped they would, and sure enough there were mutterings and a grunt as they stood and filed out of the room after me.
Once we reached Jackson’s room, he opened the door, stepped in first, turned the light on and faced me, arms over his chest. “What do you want to talk about Milly?”
He looked wary, and this time I did let myself smile. “I don’t want to talk, not really.”
“What are we doing here then?” Ben demanded. “Let’s go back and watch the film.”
As he spoke, I began to undress. I pulled my top off, and I hadn’t put a bra on, so my breasts sprang free.
Ben shut up and stared at me, eyes widening.
“I don’t want to watch the damn movie. I don’t want to talk. And I don’t want you lot treating me as if I’m breakable anymore. I want you to fuck me.”
They all stared at me now. The room was silent for a beat.
“Are you still sore?” Doc asked, but Jackson was already moving, stalking toward me.
“No,” I said as Jackson reached me and began to undo the button on my jeans. “I’m okay, and you all need to stop pussyfooting around and being all gentle and shit because it’s driving me insane.”
“Your wish is our command.” Jackson yanked my jeans down my legs, leaving me in only my panties, which quickly followed.
He pushed me back gently, and a solid wall behind me stopped me from stumbling. Alex.
“I need to feed, do you feel well enough? Is it something you want to do?” Alex whispered the words in my ear, biting the shell as he did.
I wasn’t scared to feed him, not any longer, and I didn’t want another woman doing it.
“Yes,” I breathed as his fingers swept the hair from my nape to one side.
I shivered deliciously, and my nipples pebbled.
“Nice.” Jackson smiled and leaned down to take one rosy nub in his mouth, sucking hard, making me gasp.
“You’re beautiful, Milly.” Alex’s hands skimmed down my sides, over my waist, and onto my hips.
I wasn’t, not in the way these men thought. I was too thick in places, my belly in particular, but they didn’t care, so I pushed my insecurity to one side and simply let myself feel what they were doing to me.
“I want to be inside you when Alex feeds,” Jackson purred as he kissed across my chest to my other breast, taking that nipple into his mouth after he finished speaking.
“Oh,” I squeaked.
There was the rustle of clothes getting discarded, and I turned to see Doc and Ben both stripping.
“Let’s move this to the bed.” Jackson picked me up and carried me over, where he placed me on top of the comforter.
It was soft against my back, still lightly sensitised from what Slim had done. A breeze brushed over me from the men moving around in the room, taking their clothes off. My whole body was primed, on edge, exquisitely so.
The faded grandeur of the room seemed to match the decadent moment. Jackson hadn’t done the same as his aunt and modernised everything in his room. Instead, he’d brought heavy, dark wooden pieces of furniture into his space, either from elsewhere in the house or on a raid. The intensely masculine feel of it matched the testosterone practically dripping off the walls as four aroused males watched me like hungry lions eyeing a lone gazelle.
Ben made the first move. He prowled onto the bed, totally nude, hard as nails, and with desire harshly etched across his face. He took hold of my chin, pulled my face around to his, and kissed me hard, then let go and moved down my body. He didn’t mess around and went straight between my legs, where he settled with a happy sigh.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
I did, and he gave a grunt of satisfaction. “Good girl.”
I didn’t object to any of Ben’s demanding ways and let myself enjoy it when he started to eat me as if he were dying of hunger and I were the only meal in sight.
“Christ, you’re enjoying that,” Doc observed.
“Hhhmmm.” I couldn’t muster the brain power to form a coherent sentence ,and gave a moan of happiness when Doc climbed onto the bed and kissed my neck before squeezing my breasts into a mound and sucking both my nipples into his mouth, hard.
An electric jolt of lust travelled straight from my nipples to my pussy where Ben licked at me. Neither man was being gentle. My nipples were sucked and bitten, and my clit strummed with a rigid tongue, but I loved it. It was what I craved.
Doc lifted his head to look at me. “Your tits are amazing.” Then he went straight back to sucking and biting, alternating it with a few soothing licks of his tongue.
When Ben speared his tongu
e inside me, I cried out as an orgasm took me by surprise, rolling through me with force.
“That’s it, baby, let go,” Jackson murmured, watching. His hand moved, and I realized he was stroking himself, which sent another jolt of pleasure through me.
Alex climbed onto the bed and pulled me in for a kiss as Ben kissed my hips and thighs, painting me with dozens of butterfly light touches of lips to skin.
I wondered how it would work, logistics wise, Alex feeding from me, while Jackson fucked me.
My question was answered when Jackson climbed onto the bed and manhandled me until I was on all fours. My ass in the air like this, I felt exposed, vulnerable.
“We can all see your pussy, Milly.” Jackson stroked a big hand over my ass, domineering and possessive. “You’re all swollen and wet for us.”
My legs shook at the intensity of how turned on I was with all these men watching me, looking at me spread out for them this way.
Alex walked around to the front of the bed and knelt on the floor, facing me. “If you need me to stop, just say the word.”
“What word?” I wondered if we had a safe word and I had missed it?
He frowned and said, “Stop. Tell me to stop.”
Oh, of course. I nodded.
“Tilt your head to one side for me,” he said.
Nervous suddenly, heart racing with the mix of desire and anxiety, I did as Alex asked. I cocked my head to one side as he brushed all my hair over the other shoulder. He began to kiss my neck, soft, feathery kisses. A wet tongue found me between my legs too.
Jackson.
I cried out when Jackson sucked my clit into his mouth at the same time as Alex nipped at my neck, once, twice, a third time.
“So wet.” Jackson pushed a finger inside me as he carried on licking and sucking at my clit.
Then he was gone, finger withdrawn, and the warmth of his tongue leaving me to feel the cool air of the room whisper against my swollen flesh. I wasn’t left for long though, as I felt his hard cock line up against my entrance.
“Let me get in before you bite her,” he ordered Alex.
There was something almost humiliating about the way they talked about me as if I wasn’t there, but I liked the sordid thrill it gave me.
Jackson pushed inside me, careful this time, slow. I breathed out as I took all of him; he was big, and he still stretched me when he pushed his way in.
Alex sighed against my neck. “Your veins are beautiful when you strain like this, Milly.”
Then he bit down, hard, and for a split second there was pain, but then nothing but feel good pheromones rolling through me, tearing me down and making me into something else. A wanton, elemental creature who simply needed more.
More of Jackson thrusting inside me, hard and fast now.
More of Alex sucking at my neck. Drinking my life force with long, sensual pulls.
More of Doc, jerking his big, hard cock in front of my face, his own features harsh.
Alex continued to drink from me, and I watched in amazement as his dick turned dark purple and twitched before he started to come, totally untouched as he sucked at my neck.
“Oh my God,” my orgasm hit and was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
It hit so hard it hurt a little, and I cried out loud and long. I was coming and coming. Alex too. His cock jerked again as more of his seed spilled from the tip, not shooting out this time but overflowing and running down the length of his dick.
“I’m coming,” I told no one in particular, somewhat unnecessarily as my pussy was clenching around Jackson like a vice and my breathing was coming in hard gasps.
“Oh, shit, this is too hot,” Doc said the words a moment before he turned to one side and began to come himself. Not hitting me in the face, as he’d had the presence of mind to aim elsewhere at the last moment.
My orgasm began to subside, but then Alex took another long, deep pull at the veins on my neck and another one hit me.
I jerked in shock and moaned as a less powerful but still wonderful orgasm took me over.
“You’re dripping wet,” Ben’s words had me whipping my head around to see him standing beside Jackson, watching us fucking close-up, while he jerked his dick as if it was his own private porn show.
“Oh, fuck,” Jackson cursed again, thrust hard one last time, and started to come.
When he pulled out of me moments later, I gave a soft cry of dismay. My whole body was on fire, my core was clenching and needy, and now, empty.
Alex stopped drinking, licked at the wound on my neck, sealing it, and pulled me up on shaky legs.
Was it over?
My mind was befuddled. I didn’t know which way was up or down.
“I need to be inside you,” Alex said. “Can I Milly?”
I nodded because I didn’t seem to have any words left.
“Me too,” Ben added darkly, and I swallowed hard.
This wasn’t nearly over.
Book three releases on the 28th December. Buy on preorder here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KCR2Y79?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420