by Mari Carr
“Oh yeah? Carry on then. And while you’re at it, undress.”
Damn. Walt had been happy to let Jakob take the lead in the bedroom thus far, but the doctor’s husky voice issuing that demand of his own sent so much blood to regions south that Jakob actually felt dizzy.
Walt held his gaze for just a moment and Jakob could almost hear the words “look sharp” in his expression. Jakob unfastened his jeans and pushed them off.
Satisfied he was being obeyed, Walt lowered his head once more to play with Annalise’s breasts.
Once he was naked, Jakob retrieved what he’d purchased at the pharmacy and returned to their side. He tossed the condoms onto the nightstand, then uncapped the tube of lubrication.
He paused and took a deep breath. This moment, these wonderful, amazing people, what was about to happen…it felt almost surreal. If he was prone to fits of fancy, he’d pinch himself.
Then he grinned, reached over, and pinched Walt’s ass.
Walt didn’t even bother to look back at him, though he did release Annalise’s nipple with a pop. “Don’t make promises your dick’s not willing to cash.”
Jakob laughed. Loudly. Joyfully.
For the first time in his life, he dialed his control all the way back to zero and set himself free.
Tonight, he was their Jakob. And he was exactly who and where he wanted to be.
Chapter Nineteen
Walt groaned when he felt the mattress dip next to his knee, a sign that Jakob was ready to join the party.
Annalise shifted slightly, trying to look over Walt’s shoulder.
“You’ve got a bit of voyeur in you,” Walt teased.
Annalise nodded, not bothering to deny it. “I like to watch.”
“Then watch,” Jakob said. “Sit up with your back against the headboard, but keep those legs spread open wide.”
Walt helped Annalise shift into position, aware it was still too painful for her to put much weight on her injured shoulder. She ran her hand over his head as he bent it to place a closed-mouth kiss against each of her inner thighs.
“Tease,” she whispered, her breathing suddenly more rapid.
Walt glanced up at her and winked. He’d intended to lower his head and give her a much more intimate kiss, but he stilled when he felt Jakob’s hand on his ass.
“You’ve done this before?” Jakob asked. “This way?”
Walt nodded, understanding Jakob’s question. In his affair with the other doctor, he’d been the bottom as well. “Yeah. This way.”
Jakob moved until he was kneeling behind Walt, who pushed upwards to give Annalise a quick kiss.
“You’re gorgeous,” Walt murmured.
“I have two black eyes,” Annalise said, laughing softly.
“Walt’s right,” Jakob added. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
Annalise didn’t respond, but her slight blush and pleased smile said it all. “I thought I was getting a show.”
Walt returned to his previous position, on his hands and knees, his face just above her pussy. “Not just a show.” He bent down and ran his tongue along her slit as Annalise opened her legs farther, a soft “oh” escaping her lips.
Walt continued to stroke her with his tongue, teasing her clit with the tip of it, before circling the opening to her body. Her soft sighs and whispered “yes” drove him on. She was wet and hot and it would take very little to draw out her first orgasm.
Walt had just determined to make that a reality when he stilled, something cold on his ass taking him by surprise.
He groaned loudly when Jakob worked that cold lube into his ass with one thick finger. After several thrusts, he added a second.
“Sweet Jesus, Jakob,” he breathed. “You heard the ‘seven, eight years’ part, right?”
Jakob paused briefly. “You want it soft and sweet, Walt? Or are you gonna let me fuck you the way I want to?” His voice deepened further. “The way you need?”
Walt rested his head briefly on Annalise’s stomach. He’d always wanted to experience rough sex—something he hadn’t done with his previous two lovers—and somehow Jakob, a man he’d only known for a few days, had figured that out.
“Take me hard,” Walt said at last, lifting his head and glancing over his shoulder at Jakob.
He expected Jakob to smile. After all, the man had become more free with those sexy grins over the course of the day. But Jakob didn’t smile. Instead, his expression was one of lust, of determination, of hunger.
Annalise cupped Walt’s face, pulling it around until he looked at her. She leaned forward to kiss him before leaning back once more and waving her hand, the gesture so regal, so like a queen on her throne that he couldn’t help but laugh when she said, “Continue.”
And like the perfect, obedient subject, he opened her mons with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and sucked her clit into his mouth. Like Jakob, he didn’t go the soft and sweet route. Instead, he took her exactly as he wanted. As he sucked on her clit, he drove two fingers inside her and, just as he’d thought, Annalise came quickly, after no more than half a dozen rough thrusts.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, her back arching, pushing her breasts forward. Jakob reached over with the hand not buried in Walt’s ass to grasp one, stroking the nipple, the action—along with Walt’s continued ministrations below her waist—drawing out her orgasm.
Walt slowly withdrew his fingers, her inner muscles clenching and spasming in such a way he thought she might come again. Jakob gripped Walt’s wrist and pulled it up until Jacob could suck his wet fingers into his mouth.
Annalise watched them for a few moments before she whispered. “Take Walt, Jakob. Make him feel as good as I do right now.”
Jakob tugged Walt’s wrist away, though he increased the suction on his fingers, his tongue tickling his fingertips. The powerful pull made Walt wish it was his cock in his lover’s mouth instead. Jakob would give one hell of a blow job.
Releasing Walt’s fingers, Jakob ran his hand along his spine and back to his ass.
More of the cold lube hit Walt’s ass and he hissed slightly until Jakob drew his fingers through it, pressing those same two fingers deep on the first pass. “You’re so tight, Walt. I can’t wait to drive my dick inside you. All the way to the hilt. This ass is mine. All mine.”
“Fuck,” Walt said through gritted teeth as Jakob thrust over and over into his ass, stretching him in a way he hadn’t experienced in years. The pinching pain of it was overridden by how fucking good it felt.
When Jakob added a third finger, Walt’s own clenched the sheets by Annalise’s hips in a white-knuckled grip. Annalise ran her hand over the side of his face to his jaw, using fingers under his chin to tilt his head up, forcing him to meet her gaze.
“Beautiful,” she murmured as she studied what he could only imagine must look like pain in his expression, though God knew nothing had ever hurt so fucking good before.
Or so he thought.
Until Jakob reached around his waist with his free hand to grip Walt’s dick.
Walt jerked and cursed, swearing he wasn’t going to make it much longer. Jakob ignored him, firmly stroking his cock as he continued to ream Walt’s ass with three thick fingers.
“Jesus, Jakob. Fuck, man.” Walt’s forehead was once more pressed against Annalise’s lower belly, her hand cupping the back of his head, his mouth near her sex, each inhale smelling her arousal, his mouth watering for a taste.
“While you’re down there,” she teased, prompting Jakob to laugh.
Jakob pulled his fingers out slowly. “Give our girl her second orgasm while I put a condom on.”
Walt’s head was swimming and it was taking every ounce of strength he had not to come, even with no one touching him anymore. “Goddammit. You’re both trying to kill me.”
Regardless of his impending death, he stroked Annalise’s clit with his thumb, increasing the pressure and the speed until she was in the same state he was. She slid lower on the bed, no l
onger sitting, but instead reclined, propped up against the pillows, with her feet flat on the mattress. Her hips lifted and tilted, an unspoken plea for more.
He knew what she wanted, but after spending the last few minutes on the receiving end of Jakob’s sensual torture, he wanted to make sure she really understood what he was going through.
He kept the pressure on her clit, and then used the other hand to tease the rest of her. He drew circles around her opening, loving the fact that she was still so wet and ready for them. Using some of her body’s natural juices, he wet his fingertips, then slid them lower, teasing her anus.
“Walt,” she said, his name air, not sound. There was no mistaking the naked desire behind it.
Walt had been following Jakob’s progress, not through sight, but through sound. He’d heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper as well as the snap of the cap on the lubrication opening and closing. He knew their lover was sheathed and ready to move to the next part.
Jakob left his place behind Walt, shifting to the side. “What did you do?”
“I think someone else is going to enjoy your cock in their ass as well.”
“Fuck,” Jakob breathed. “Touch her there again. Let me see.”
Walt lifted up enough that Jakob had the perfect view as he gathered up more of her juices, then returned to her ass. This time, he didn’t just tease the opening. Instead, he pushed inside until he was one knuckle deep.
Annalise’s hips rose, inviting more.
Jakob watched for a few seconds before rising. Rather than kneel, he stood at the end of the bed, gripping Walt’s hips to draw him down to the edge of the mattress. Walt followed suit, dragging Annalise downward as well.
“Fuck her ass with that finger while I fuck you. I want all of us to come together. Better grab that lube, Walt. Get her nice and slick. None of us is getting soft and sweet tonight.”
“Halleluja. Beeile dich,” Annalise murmured in German.
Walt wasn’t exactly sure what the last part meant, but he could sure as hell infer from the urgency in her tone. Annalise’s patience had reached its end.
He reached for the tube, lathered up his finger, and then slid inside her ass again, just as he felt the head of Jakob’s cock pressing against his anus.
“Sweet Jesus.” Walt forced himself to focus on Annalise, on bringing her to the same precipice he was already dangling from. This was not going to take fucking long. He’d let too many years pass between lovers.
Unlike Jakob, Walt attempted to go slow, pressing inside her ass with one slippery finger, trying to read her body’s clues about what was good and what might hurt.
Jakob wasn’t reading a fucking thing. He gripped Walt’s hips, pulled him back, and entered him in one full, deep thrust that would have hurt if he hadn’t taken the time to prepare Walt’s body for it.
“Verdammter Hurensohn,” Jakob bit out, just before withdrawing and slamming back in.
After that, the race was on. Walt lowered his upper body, the position allowing Jakob to take him deeper, while allowing him to suck Annalise’s clit into his mouth as he finger-fucked her ass.
None of them spoke a single discernable word after that—not in German or English—conversing instead in a litany of guttural groans and breathless cries.
Annalise went over first, crying out his name and Jakob’s as her body trembled with the force of her orgasm. Walt was mere seconds behind her. There was no stopping him. He reached down, gripping his own dick, stroking his fist over it once, twice, before he erupted, his come splashing out on the comforter, some hitting Annalise’s thighs and stomach.
Jakob thrust inside him only a handful of times more before his fingers turned to vises on Walt’s hips, gripping hard enough to bruise as he exploded.
They all remained there, a frozen tableau as they each attempted to land. Jakob moved first, holding on to the end of the condom as he slowly slid out.
“Now you’re gentle,” Walt said with a grin. He pushed himself backwards trying to find the strength to stand. His back was stiff and his knees slightly weak. It had been quite a workout.
“Are you okay?” Jakob asked him, placing a steadying hand on his back.
Walt twisted and gave Jakob a hard kiss that let him know exactly how okay he was.
Together, they turned to Annalise.
“How about you, sweetheart?” Walt asked, belatedly concerned that perhaps they’d gotten too carried away with lust.
Annalise grinned like the cat who’d eaten the canary. “Never been better,” she all but purred.
He and Jakob chuckled as they padded to the bathroom to wash up. Jakob tossed the condom and washed his hands. Walt did the same, then tapped a few ibuprofen into his palm and got a cup of water. Regardless of how happy Annalise looked now, Walt was certain once the post-orgasmic pleasure had waned, she’d be sore again.
They returned to the room together. Annalise sat up to swallow the pills as they climbed into the bed, he and Jakob flanking her. Walt sighed as he sank into the warm soft bed, chuckling as he murmured softly, “I live here now.”
Chapter Twenty
Nikolett rubbed her eyes wearily. She, Nyx, Grigoris, Dimitri and Dimitri’s spouses had been up all night, poring over the video footage from each of the case files off Annalise’s thumb drive. She’d called in the knights and security officers stationed in and around Budapest when she accepted this couldn’t be done with a handful of people in a matter of mere hours. It was going to take more—more work, more people, more focus.
Once briefed on the situation, the new additions were given assignments.
The larger conference room on the second floor, just down the hall from both her and Nyx’s offices, had become the headquarters of the investigation. Eventually they’d spilled into the other conference room as more and more people arrived to help.
She had a moment where she wondered if she was doing the right thing. This killer had operated in her territory, but Alicja Lewandowski wasn’t one of her members. Josephine had been a member, but from Dublin, which—though it was essentially neutral thanks to the presence of the archive—was in England’s territory. England belonged Arthur, Sophia, and James.
And she knew from past conversations with Arthur that the investigation into Josephine’s death was a cold case with both the English knights and the Irish Garda Síochána.
Still, she could have turned this over to England rather than put the resources of her territory toward the investigation—a territory still suffering from the manipulations and abuse perpetuated by their former admiral.
There was no reason for this to be Hungary’s responsibility.
No reason, except that she’d known Petro was duplicitous and manipulative. She’d known there was something wrong and thought she could handle it. That overconfidence, coupled with obedience, had kept her from reaching out and telling someone what was going on.
Though very few people would think of her as “obedient,” she took her oaths very seriously. The oath she took upon joining the Masters’ Admiralty included obedience to her admiral. But leveraging power and allies wasn’t disobedient, so she’d decided to take on Petro the way she’d been trying to change the Hungarian government as a member of Parliament.
Given enough time she’d thought she could build allies within the territory leadership and bring pressure to bear on the admiral that would force him to change. And while she’d been playing a long game and holding her oath of obedience, people died. Petro hurt and killed, and even after his death, his reach was long and bloody.
Now she had a new way of looking at the world. Oaths of obedience held only so long as the person you were to obey was sane, and no authority was beyond being questioned. Including her own. It was one of the reasons she’d chosen Nyx as her vice admiral, and why those in her inner circle routinely questioned and challenged her decisions.
If she could have fit a nice round table in her’s or Nyx’s office, she would have gotten one so they could al
l sit around it, equals in private, though they would maintain formalities when in the presence of others.
Speaking of Nyx, the former academic had found a whiteboard and hauled it into the conference room. On it were listed the main points from Dr. Fischer’s profile, as well as pictures of Josephine and Alicja.
The picture of Alicja was of her face, but from the autopsy, not her ID photo, and cropped so the severed end of her neck wasn’t visible. Josephine’s was a smiling candid shot of her, alive and happy.
Nikolett didn’t need to see the picture of Josephine’s severed head ever again. It was burned into her memory.
“Admiral,” Dimitri murmured. “Let us do our work. You should sleep.”
She’d sent Vadisk to do precisely that—sleep and eat—hours ago. But Nikolett didn’t believe in asking people to do things she wasn’t willing to do herself.
“When we have something, I will,” she murmured, turning back to her computer.
“You might be missing things,” Nyx said coolly. She hadn’t even looked up from her computer. “If you’re tired, you’ll make mistakes.”
Nikolett arched a brow at her, but then nodded. It was one of the reasons she liked Nyx—the other woman didn’t bother with niceties when she felt they weren’t needed.
“I will take a few hours,” Nikolett said. “I was working on this block in Dublin.” She pointed at the map beside her computer, her assigned section traced out in highlighter.
“One of us will take care of it,” Grigoris murmured, standing and stretching.
Nikolett rose, her back muscles protesting. Her shoulders, which had been knotted for what felt like hours, physically ached.
For one quick, weak moment, she wished she had someone waiting for her. Someone she could go to. Someone who would take care of her, rub her shoulders, the way Grigoris was now rubbing Nyx’s. When Nyx leaned her cheek against her husband’s wrist, Nikolett jerked her attention away.
She glanced around the room and cleared her throat. “I’d like to thank each of you for coming in to work on this.”