The Most Wanted (Taken Hostage by Kinky Bank Robbers #4)

by Annika Martin

  “Fuck!” Odin sounded surprised. “Fuck!” He turned to Zeus. “I was making you into Mahfoud Ben-sakria. You made a rule, and I reacted like an angry puppet.”

  Zeus shook his head. “It’s not on you—”

  “An angry puppet of Mahfoud,” Odin said. “The sadist Mahfoud.”

  I felt Thor straighten beside me. “The prison,” he whispered. “That was the warden at the prison where Odin was held.”

  “I see a rule, and I defy it,” Odin continued. “I projected Mahfoud on you. I am sorry for acting like an angry puppet.”

  “It’s okay,” Zeus said.

  “The prison will never be over for you, Rashad,” Denko said. “You’ll always be a prisoner.”

  Odin stormed over, and I thought maybe he might kill Denko, but Zeus stopped him, held him by his arms. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking of you with the prison.”

  “You shouldn’t have to think of me in the prison,” Odin said. “Reacting like a puppet of the sadist Mahfoud instead of seeing my brother in pain? Never again.”

  “Odin—”

  “Right,” Odin said. “I can’t promise I won’t feel that in me. But I can promise to stay vigilant.”

  “You were right to push back. I was being extreme.”

  “No, I was being extreme,” Odin said. “I was the one.”

  “No, I was being extreme.” Playfully, Zeus grabbed his collar. “Do we have to fight now?”

  Odin wasn’t in a playful mood. “I don’t want you to lose your dream.”

  “You can’t fight that battle for me,” Zeus said. “Losing that dream? That’s my shit to deal with.”

  “If it’s your dream, it’s our dream,” Odin said.

  Zeus still held his collar, but it was different now.

  “We’re here. Let us be your home,” Odin said.

  Zeus’s eyes shone with emotion. I thought he might cry, or maybe kiss him.

  “You’re never alone,” Thor said.

  Zeus let Odin go and came to us. “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “We’re with you,” Thor said. “I didn’t see what you were struggling with either, but I’ll try harder.”

  Zeus sank into the couch between us. “You have a rebel streak, too. What do you think, Denko?” he called.

  Denko said nothing. His plan to show us why we couldn’t be together had backfired. He’d shown my guys something important about how to be together.

  Odin strolled over.

  “Fuck.” Zeus looked up at him with utter affection and understanding. Like they’d come through a fire together.

  “I know,” Odin replied.

  I smiled. That was a make-up kiss if I ever saw one. My bank robbers’ version, anyway. “I believe in us so much right now,” I said.

  Nobody replied. We all felt it. We were so beyond words.

  Zeus sat back, looking calm. “And really, a tied-up guy watching? Who cares. What the fuck difference does it make? Who am I that I get to say we can’t do that? Not that I would’ve thought it up, but I know how hot it is when Isis gets turned on by super-fucked-up things.”

  “Hey!” I said, pushing Zeus playfully.

  He pulled me up onto his lap. “We’re fucking outlaws. We think it, and we do it.”

  Odin came over behind the couch and set a hand on Zeus’s shoulder. “I wasn’t carrying you.”

  Zeus put a hand on Odin’s hand. “You always carry me.”

  “That door doesn’t have to be closed,” Denko said. “You can still decide—”

  “Have you heard nothing?” Zeus said. “We’re the God Pack. A family. We love each other. We’ll die for each other.”

  “Though if this ZOX agent gig doesn’t work out,” Odin said, “you could always look into being a group therapist.”

  “Yeah.” Zeus surged up and slammed his foot onto the coffee table. I was shocked that the thing didn’t break apart. Was he going to stand on it?

  But then he did something that gave me shivers.

  He rolled up his pant leg.

  There it was. Our tattoo. The storm cloud with four lightning bolts. He pulled off his shirt and turned his arm to reveal the angel with the scrolls. “You see this tattoo? This says, I choose these people. I unchoose everything else, and that’s fine, because these people are my fucking life.”

  Thor beamed at Zeus. “Though technically it says You WISH we were dead, motherfuckers.”

  “Yes, technically it says that.”

  “Because it’s fucking-g awesome.” Odin was there next to him now, pulling off his shirt, baring his tattoos. “We choose each other. Always.”

  Thor and I stood up then. Thor rolled up his pant leg and his sleeve. I pulled off my shoe and shoved down my thigh-high stocking and pushed up my sleeve too.

  There they were, our tattoos. I could never get enough of looking at them, admiring them, this link we had. My guys couldn’t, either. This little display wasn’t so much for Denko as it was for us. Denko was small across the room, and we were huge with love, reveling in our family.

  “Enjoy it while you can,” Denko said.

  “I’m so tired of your negativity,” I said, pulling my stocking back up. “You’re a negative person.”

  Thor laughed, and I just smiled. Was it possible to be even more in love with my guys?

  Zeus flopped back onto the couch and pulled me onto his lap. Thor and Odin flopped down on either side.

  I punched Zeus in the arm. “I get turned on by super-fucked-up things? Did I hear you right?”

  Zeus wrapped his huge hand around my upper arm, huge and sinewy and strong over my silky blouse. With his other hand, he adjusted the collar of my blouse. “Are you saying it’s not fucked-up to want a stern, tied-up man to watch as we slowly unbutton your shirt, goddess?”

  He fingered a button. My attention flew to Denko. His eyes a forbidden jagged edge on my skin.

  My belly tightened.

  Zeus smiled, continuing to finger that button.

  Would he?

  Odin stood up in front of the couch where Zeus sat with me on his lap. He reached down and smoothed back my hair. “Unbutton her shirt, Zeus.”

  Shivers exploded across my skin. “You guys,” I whispered.

  Zeus’s eyes were full of love as he began to unbutton my shirt, holding me with his gaze. “What, goddess?”

  “Oh my god,” I said as his fingers lightly brushed my chest.

  “Take your time on every button, Zeus,” Odin said. “Let her know that you control everything.” He pulled my arms up above my head and hooked my hands around his neck. “Keep your arms just like this, Ice,” he growled.

  Of course there was nothing I wanted more. I tipped my head up; Odin’s hard gaze speared dark excitement clear through me. He squeezed my wrists, holding me in place, reminding me of the dangerous edge of him. “Let her know that her body is ours to use for our utter and complete pleasure,” he said.

  Yaassss, I thought, letting my eyes drift closed.

  I bit back a grin as Zeus flicked open another button. Air cooled my newly bared skin. He was baring me to the air, baring me to Denko’s dark eyes.

  Odin slid his hands up and down my arms, like he couldn’t believe how silky my skin was. “We’ll let another man watch if we choose, but we will never allow another to touch you, baby. You are ours to touch—only ours. And we are only yours.”

  I kissed his belly.

  “Well, if it’s going to be this kind of party…” Thor got up and headed to where we’d deposited our luggage. Not a minute later, Michael Jackson was on, and not ironically, either. Because my guys were badass like that. Gotta be Startin’ Something sounded out. He stalked back over and sat on the couch next to Zeus and me. “Put your feet here.” He patted the spot where he wanted my feet.

  Zeus urged me around, and I put my feet up where Thor patted.

  “You want to be naked, baby?” Zeus asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Get her clothes off,
” Odin barked. “Let her feel his eyes on her.”

  Masculine hands began to pull off my outfit.

  “You like a little danger, don’t you, baby?” Odin said.

  I nodded—it’s the only answer I could give; the delicious feeling of their hands on me was taking up all my spare mental energy.

  “You love to feel that edge.”

  Nod. Melt.

  Thor started unbuckling my strappy shoes.

  Odin growled a few threats at Denko.

  I loved knowing he was there, So disapproving. So stern. His gaze was an accelerant, alcohol on flame.

  So much hotter than I’d imagined.

  I opened my eyes, and Thor leaned in for a kiss. “Oh my god, you love this,” Thor said. “I can see from your eyes. You can feel him watching, and you love it.”

  Zeus bared a breast. My nipples felt rock hard, like I might come from just one touch, just one lick.

  “Don’t look at him,” Odin said. “You can only at us.” I turned to look at him as he touched me with utter possession, hands up and down my arms, hands on my neck. “Do you feel him, Ice? Can you feel his greedy eyes on you while we take you?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “This actually is kind of hot,” Zeus breathed.

  Odin said, “He wants to rob us of everything, but he only makes us stronger. And fucking hotter.”

  Zeus had my shirt all the way open. He pulled my bra cups down, forcing my breasts up and out, and brought his mouth near a nipple. “I want to feast on you.”

  But he didn’t. He stopped with his mouth a millimeter from my needy nipple and said more stuff about how he wanted to feast on me. On and on, his breath tickled my nipple but didn’t give me the touch I craved.

  I hissed with need. “Please,” I said.

  “So greedy to come,” said Odin.

  A cloud of worry crossed my sex-addled brain. “What about ZOX?”

  “You are safe, goddess,” Odin said, sliding my hair behind my ears. “He told us that we have time.” Odin slid his rough fingers along the tender shell of my ear. My libido skittered into overdrive, like it always did when he touched my ears. “Did you hear him? He talked about their tracking, and he talked about the hotel getting a bulletin. That gave it away.”

  “It did?” I panted.

  “You are so sensitive here,” Odin said.

  “They wouldn’t be sending bulletins to the hotels if they were really able to track us,” Thor explained. “He was trying to scare us. Meaning we have time. Meaning if we want to make you wait forever to come while we take our sweet time sating ourselves on your body, we can.”

  “But we won’t.” Odin kissed my neck, creating wild electricity. Odin’s possessive touch joined with the heat of Zeus’s breath on my nipple, and the twin sensations jetted down to the sparkly party in my pussy.

  I hissed in pleasure.

  “Do you know how many false leads come from such a thing?” Odin said.

  Was that even a question? Was he still talking about the bulletin somehow? I’d stopped listening.

  Zeus pulled up my skirt.

  “Many,” Odin said.

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Pull off her panties, Thor.”

  Thor pulled me off Zeus’s lap. “On your knees.” I got on my knees on the soft-as-butter couch as he pushed down my panties. I looked into his blue eyes, letting my nipples rub on his chest, a bit of rough with the soft.

  Odin let me hands go. “Take down Thor’s pants, goddess.”

  I took down Thor’s pants, kissing him, rubbing against him. All of this sensation was too good, too much, and I wanted everything.

  “You are going to bend over and take Thor all the way down your throat,” Odin said. “Okay, baby?”

  I inched back and complied.

  He groaned as I took him, softly petting my hair. But it was too soft. In my watcher fantasy, they ravished me. Like, really fuck me like wild in front of the stern watcher. I pulled off and looked at him. “Can you,” I said, “I mean…”

  Thor’s eyes went dark, and his fist flew to my hair. Thor, always on my wavelength. “Let’s try that again,” he growled, shoving my face into his cock while he pistoned his pelvis clear into my face. It was an amazing combination.

  “That’s it, goddess,” I heard Odin say. I could feel fat, slickened fingers invading my ass. And right then I was gone in my mind.

  Thor fisted my hair harder and clutched at my nipple with his other hand. I made a little sound.

  “Not yet, Ice,” Odin said. “Can you feel me in you? I’m going to shove my thick cock into your asshole. So far in. But not yet. Not until you’re properly fucking Thor.”

  He directed Thor to pull out and lay back.

  Thor let go of my hair and lay back. I pulled off him and wiped my mouth, looking down at his rosy, gleaming cock, swollen wild with veins.

  “Come here,” he said, so tenderly. “Crawl over me.”

  I crawled over him. Thor grabbed his cock and guided the thick knob of it to my sex, rubbing it up and down while Odin played with my breasts.

  I thought I might cry for how badly I wanted to come.

  “Fuck her, Thor, she can’t last.” Odin gave my ass a slap, and Thor pressed himself up into me, filling me. I could feel him so fat in me.

  “Yes,” he said, rocking gently. He placed his massive hands on my thighs where the stocking met the skin and rocked me into him, over and over. The world disappeared into sensation.

  I felt a hand on my upper back. “You know what you have to do now, goddess,” Odin said. “Bend over. Put your face into Thor’s chest.”

  Thor stroked my hair gently, and this time I didn’t stop him.

  “Relax, goddess.” Odin’s impossibly thick cock nudged at my asshole.

  “You feel so huge,” I gasped. “So huge and good.”

  Thor stilled inside me. Odin grabbed my butt cheeks, massaging, making waves of feeling flow through me. I groaned, reeling.

  “Take it, goddess.” He pressed his huge girth into me, pistoning himself in, relentlessly invading me until both cocks were in me.

  “Shit,” I said, panting.

  “Is that Mississippi?”

  “God, no,” I said. Mississippi was our stop word, and I was flying through the air, swinging from the moon. If anything, I wanted more.

  “She loves when we use her hard,” Odin said, moving wickedly inside me. Was he talking to Denko? Reminding me he was there? “It’s like cutting the strings of a hot air balloon. She’s almost gone. She’s almost perfect. You can’t believe how perfect she is.” He slapped my ass. “Turn your head. Zeus needs his cock in your mouth.”

  Rough hands grabbed the back of my hair and turned my head. Zeus pressed his cock into me. “Uh-uh-uh.”

  And there were hands on my nipples and on my clit. I was spinning. I didn’t know anything, except I was flying and spinning through the universe. It felt so good, being fucked into oblivion.

  I didn’t even know I was at the point of no return until Odin’s voice broke through the fog in my brain. “She is so there.” A hand caressed my back. “Do you feel it, baby?” With his other hand he clutched onto my hips and invaded me with force. “Do it, goddess, come for us.”

  “Uh-uh-uh,“ Zeus said.

  Thor groaned in that strangled way he had when he was on the verge. His cock swelled and vibrated inside me. Fingers dug into my hips.

  I wasn’t the only one gone, flying up and up.

  But I didn’t feel like a balloon, breaking its strings. I was more like a rocket ship, zooming up into the stratosphere, zooming up higher than ever, sensation building up and up.

  If I was the rocket ship, I suppose my guys would be ground control, their huge massive cocks inside me, fucking me wildly and ruthlessly, which I’m pretty sure is not in the NASA manual. All the better.

  And just like that I exploded into a zillion pieces—a zillion gravity-flouting, danger-defying pieces.

 
We collapsed on each other after, happy in our little world.

  And Denko was out there, a cold moon.

  Thor strolled across the room, hot and naked as a Greek Olympian, and started up the hot tub. He dipped in a toe. “Water’s nice.”

  I moaned as Zeus picked me up, carried me over, and lowered me slowly in. Odin joined us.

  “What did you think?” Zeus asked. “The watcher.”

  I looked over. Denko’s stern eyes had followed us, of course.

  “It was good,” I said. “But I don’t think it’s an all-the-time activity. Eventually I forgot about him, and it was just hot when you used me for your complete and utter pleasure.” I climbed into his lap. “Used me like a thing,” I added.

  Zeus sluiced the steamy water over my shoulders. “You’re so far from being a thing to us. You are anything but.”

  Odin tipped his head back and gazed at the ornate ceiling. “Back to luxury hotels,” he said softly.

  “It’s not so bad,” I said. “This is actually one of the better hot tubs we’ve had, actually.”

  “You’re starting to like Vegas, are you?” Zeus said.

  “I’m starting to like it very much.”

  Thor pulled himself out and grabbed towels and hotel bathrobes for us all. Soon we were back on the couch in our snuggly and plush hotel robes digging into the feast from the sandwich cart—lots of really delicious fancy triangular sandwiches with sticks holding them together. On top of those sticks were little flags that said things like goat cheese and red pepper or ham and Swiss with caramelized onions.

  “Hungry, Denko?” Zeus called out.

  “I’ve lost my appetite,” he called back.

  Zeus shrugged.

  Thor grabbed a tuna melt brioche triangle. In a low voice, he said, “We should rob a casino. You know, give Ice the full Vegas experience.”

  Odin snorted. “I’d want ten days to case a casino. At least.”

  “We’d have to case a casino just to figure out how to case it,” Zeus said. “We don’t have that kind of time. This was fun, but we can’t be sloppy.”

  None of us said anything after that. He was right, of course.

  It was time to work on an exit strategy. Thor and I got the job of babysitting Denko while Odin and Zeus took the laptop in the other room to figure out where to go and use their ultra freak-out encrypted technology to purchase plane tickets in a way that couldn’t be traced later.