The Summit

by K. A Knight

  “Don’t stop,” he demands, making me roll my eyes before he carries on. “What did you think I would be like?”

  I smile remembering the first time I saw him at The Ring. “Terrifying. Don’t get me wrong, you have your moments, but I know you would never hurt me. I thought you would be a cold, unforgiving bastard.”

  “And I am.” He laughs, his body shuddering against me.

  “True.” I grin. “But you are also caring, brave, and your loyalty astounds me.” He freezes up against me.

  “Looks like you are finally starting to accept me, soulmate.” I groan at the term and I know he has that cocky, crazy smile on his face.

  “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, I still might kill you,” I warn, wrapping my arms around him and holding him to me even as I threaten him.

  “Then I would die gladly,” he admits, snuggling back.

  Sands below, he is so crazy. The thought sends a burst of happiness through my chest and forms a smile on my face. I guess I am just as crazy.

  We sit in silence for a bit before the water starts to cool. Dray pushes away and grabs the cloth, wetting it, and starts to clean me. I fidget but let him do it, fair is fair after all. When he is done, he throws the cloth away, unplugs the bath and grabs me under my thighs, scooping me up until I have to wrap my legs around his waist. Standing, he steps out of the bath and drops me onto the counter under the mirror.

  Stepping back, he grabs two towels, throwing one to me that I catch, and he keeps the other. I guess some guys would try and be sweet and soft and dry me, but I’m not a fucking child. I can dry myself, thank you. I do just that and he waits for me before turning and leaving the room. I follow after him and he turns on a dimmed light this time, so I can see.

  The bedroom is big, but also empty, with just one large bed and an open window leading out onto a balcony. He leaps onto the bed and lies back with one arm under his head and the other on his stomach as he arches one leg and keeps it bent. He watches me as I look around, following me with his eyes like he is tracking his prey. I find a hidden door and when I open it, I grin at the arsenal hiding in here. He has a fucking armoury in his room, I shouldn’t expect less. Axes, knives, swords, maces, even a gun. I step back only to ram into a chest, I didn’t even hear him move. His words move my hair, he is that close. “Do you like them?”

  “I think I am jealous,” I respond, running my eyes over the weapons again. I spot a particular weapon that has me nearly drooling.

  “What’s mine is yours,” he adds, and I snort.

  “We aren’t married, you psycho.”

  He laughs and wraps his arms around my waist and drops his head on my shoulder, leaving a gentle kiss there. “Might as well be.”

  I grind my teeth and consider grabbing one of the weapons and murdering him. Although, I do debate his words as I eye the dagger again, it’s beautiful. A copper handle inlaid with inscriptions, obviously hand carved, but it’s the blade itself that has me unable to look away. Curving down but also up, the blade splits into two, with jagged teeth on each prong. It’s amazing, I bet it cuts like butter and I can’t help but keep looking back at it.

  “You like it?” Dray asks, making me almost jump, I had forgotten he was there.

  “Yes,” I grit out, knowing he would only wait until I admitted it.

  “Keep it.” He steps away before sliding past me, standing in this room of weapons naked as the day he was born and looking like some kind of mad man, but it has me licking my lips as his peachy ass faces me. And when he grabs the blade, a sheathe as well, and turns to me with the blade balancing on his hand, I consider jumping him.

  Most girls want pretty flowers or clothes––I can’t think of anything more romantic than a weapon, and it doesn’t escape my notice that this is the second time now he has given me one. I can see the look in his eye, taking this blade would mean more than just accepting a present, but I can’t seem to care. My greedy hands grab it and I poke the end, pulling my finger away to see the blood welling at the end, making me grin. Before I can move, Dray cups my finger and pulls it to his mouth slowly. Watching me intently he sucks on the end, licking the blood away. My mouth drops open on a pant. Still looking deep in my eyes, he sucks on my finger, hard enough that it has its own heartbeat. My pussy throbs at the same time. He pulls away with a pop and I decide to throw everything out the window. I leap at him, the blade dropping to the floor with a bang. He catches me and spins in one move, smashing my back into the wall, pushing a grunt from me as the weapons dig into my back.

  He moves in fast, licking up my neck before biting my ear, making me tighten my legs as my eyes flutter closed.

  “Now, what weapons in here are we using this time, soulmate?” He grins before biting down on my neck, making me rub against him. Smiling at his dirty mind, because we always do seem to end up with weapons, I balance my feet on the wall and I kick off, we tumble to the ground, me on top of him. Grinning down at him, I watch the fire burning in his eyes. “How about none?” I ask before leaning down and slamming our lips together.

  He grunts, his hands grabbing my hips as he thrusts up underneath me. When I need to breathe, I pull away and stare into his eyes. Using my hips, he lifts me up and I lean back, he grins at me and I narrow my eyes right before he throws me off of him. I start to scramble to my feet, but he pounces and pulls me down so my back is to his chest, then I find myself falling backwards with a yelp. I sit up and he allows me, until I am facing the wall of weapons.

  “Dray–” I cut off on a moan as he nudges my clit with his cock, the metal cold against my skin.

  “You were saying, soulmate?” I can hear the amusement in his voice, and I let out a little warning growl. His hand comes up and circles my throat, squeezing slightly in warning and my pulse skyrockets. I never thought I would appreciate a man having control over me, but I know he would never hurt me, and I love that for once I can let go without worrying about hurting anyone or being hurt in return.

  He squeezes again as my pussy floods. “Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.” He groans, thrusting up again and nudging that bundle of nerves. Moaning, I lean my head back until I see the ceiling.

  “Like that? Then you will love this,” he says before lining up and thrusting inside of me. I let out an embarrassingly long moan and try to move on him, needing him deeper, needing something. I gasp when his other hand reaches around and flicks my nipple, making me writhe on top of him. Then he really starts to play. With each thrust up, he squeezes my throat a little bit harder.

  I’m like the wild animal I always accuse him of being, the noises coming from my mouth should embarrass me, but all I can do at this moment is feel. Feel Dray as he stretches me, hitting that sweet spot inside with each thrust. Hear his grunts and moans as he fucks me from behind. He surrounds me, fills me, and owns me, and I fucking love it. I explode with a grunt and he cuts off my breathing for a second which throws me straight into another orgasm. When I can see straight again, his hand slowly uncurls from my neck and it throbs in time with my pussy. I let out a little whimper when he lifts me and slips from my needy pussy.

  “Dray.” I don’t even know what I am asking for at this point, but he obviously does. He pushes me forward with a hand on the middle of my back, none too gently, until I tumble onto my hands and knees.

  “I’ve got you, I’ve always got you,” he whispers into my ear before biting down my back until I arch and push back my ass, needing him inside of me again.

  I hang my head as I feel him move behind me, he lines up, and with no warning, pushes inside me again. Reaching forward, he trails his hand across my arse and up my back before wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling until I am stretching my neck. He keeps me there on the edge of pain and pleasure as he starts to move. Slow at first, then speeding up until he is hammering into me with every thrust and I have to throw a hand out and grip the wall of weapons to stop from falling.

  My nipples tighten painfully as that feeling starts to build ag
ain, and I push back until we find a hard and fast rhythm.

  “Fuck.” I hear him grunt out before a cold wet finger probes at my arse. I freeze a little and quick as a snake, he leans into me and bites my left shoulder, making me clench around him.

  “Behave,” he commands before running his finger back around my other hole. I can’t stop the little whimper that escapes my lips and slowly he enters me, stretching me deliciously, still running that line of pain and pleasure. Like a knife’s edge.

  When he adds a second finger and slowly starts to pull them out before slamming them back in, I am lost. His hand in my hair, his cock buried deep in me, and his fingers fucking my ass, it’s too much and I explode, crying out. I hear him roar before he thrusts into me twice more before stilling, his cum lashing inside me. My body is like jelly, well fucked and tired, so I tumble forward into the carpet, turning my head so I can breathe. He follows me down, laying on my back, his softening cock still inside of me.

  We both lay there until we catch our breath. I can’t help but shiver when he leaves a soft gentle kiss on my shoulder and groans before pulling out of me.

  “Fucking hell, you are amazing soulmate,” he says hoarsely.

  I close my eyes with a soft smile, but they fly open when I am scooped up into his arms. I offer him an arched eyebrow look and he grins madly before striding out of the armoury and over to the bed. He throws me into the middle where I bounce once before settling in. Watching me with a soft look in his eyes, he crawls up the bed like an animal and settles in next to me, spooning me from behind until I am warm and so fucking tired.

  Just as I start to fall asleep, I am sure I hear a whispered ‘I love you, soulmate.’ But that must just be my imagination.

  I don’t know what wakes me up, but when I do, I find myself curled up on Dray’s chest as he holds me to him, snoring softly as he sleeps. I don’t think I have ever seen him sleep. Unwilling to disturb him, I slip off his chest and out of the bed. I freeze when he turns over, cuddling his pillow, I figured he would wake up. Someone like him would be a light sleeper, but he doesn’t, so I grab my clothes and weapons and slip from the room and into the hallways, quickly getting dressed. When I am there, I stop and stare at all the closed doors. I guess I should find my men, but I don’t know where they are. I debate my options when a door opens and Maxen slips out, looking fully awake and still half dressed. I lean back against the wall and smile as I watch him. He doesn’t even notice me, a frown on his face as he walks towards the end of the corridor where I am. His head snaps up and he stares at me, the frown disappearing and a smile flirting on his lips.

  “Where were you going?” I tease.

  He grins and stops in front of me, looking down. “To find you,” he admits, looking sheepish.

  “Why?” I ask, placing my hand on his chest, when I do, he closes his eyes before smiling again.

  “I needed to see you were okay, I guess I am so used to being by your side that I don’t know how not to be,” he whispers.

  “I know what you mean, I missed you too,” I admit, and he opens his eyes.

  “Will he mind if I steal you for the night? We don’t know what will happen tomorrow, so tonight stay with us?” he asks, gripping my hand over his heart.

  “Okay,” I whisper back, and he quickly tugs on my hand, pulling me along to the door he came from before pulling me inside. When I get there, I see all my men––apart from Dray––lounging around, still fully awake.

  “Let’s go back to how it was. We will get you drunk until we pass out. Sound good?” Maxen asks from behind me.

  “Sounds perfect,” I say and they all look up from the table and grin when they spot me, various looks of happiness on their handsome faces. Sands below, what did I do without them?

  The Brands

  We are all seated around the table, more types of liquor than I can count are spread between us and we all have a drink in front of us. I watch as Drax says something to Thorn which makes him laugh, banging his fist on the table as his eyes scrunch up in amusement. It’s the little things in this world, there is so much shit and hate, blood and death, that you have to appreciate the good when it comes.

  “Okay, okay!” Thorn says through laughs before clearing his throat and getting everyone’s attention. I lean back in my chair, kicking my feet up on the table. “I think it’s time we showed her.”

  I arch my eyebrow, not understanding what they are talking about. I run my eyes around the table as they smile at each other. “Show me what?” I demand, narrowing my eyes when no one instantly tells me.

  Dropping my feet from the table, I try to catch all of their eyes. “Tell me what?” I repeat louder, starting to get nervous.

  As one, they nod and stand. Sitting back further in my chair, I dart my eyes around before Maxen moves closer. “Mi Alma, what we have is something so precious. Something deeper and stronger than anything this world can throw at us. We can’t always understand the fight you are going through, but we want you to know we will also be there.” Stepping back, they line up and take a deep breath. My heart is racing and my chest is tight as I wait.

  Maxen turns slightly, so I can see his neck, I don’t know how I didn’t notice it before. Jax pulls off his shirt and points over his chest. Drax drops his pants and turns so I can see his ass. Thorn is last, and he turns so I can see his back. I squint as I look at the black ink on their skin. Standing slowly, I move closer to inspect it. When I see what they have done, I stumble back with a gasp, shock coursing through my body. In a circle on their bodies is my champion mark, but they added a heart in the middle. I look at each of them, speechless. “I got mine done, because you always watch my back,” Thorn says and smiles at me.

  “I got mine on my ass because you are always looking at it,” Drax says with a wink and I choke on a laugh.

  “I got mine over my heart, because you reminded me that I have one again,” Jax says softly.

  I look at Maxen and he smiles at me, love shining in his eyes. “I got mine in the very first place you touched me, where you bit and kissed me.”

  “When did you–” I ask on a choked breath.

  “Tonight, while you were with Dray. We have been planning on it for a while,” Jax answers.

  Well, that explains why I never noticed them, but still. I don’t even know what to say, they marked their bodies for me, to show me their love. I stand here like an idiot watching them.

  “I love you, I love you all,” I say eventually, forcing the words out, but truly meaning them.

  “You better, I didn’t mark my pretty skin for nothing,” Drax says with a wink.

  I snort out a laugh before standing to face them, needing them all tonight. Feeling bold, I grab Drax and Maxen’s hands because they are the closest, and spotting the door in the corner, I drag them to the bedroom before letting go. Turning to face them where they are all crowded by the doorway with confused looks on their faces, I grin. Slowly, to tease them, I strip off my clothes. Dropping them to the floor until I stand naked before them.

  “Your turn,” I demand in a velvety voice, and watch as they jump to get undressed. So much skin and muscle on show I have to clench my thighs together. When they are done, I turn to face the bed before throwing them a grin over my shoulder. “This should be fun.”

  I crawl up onto the bed, swaying my ass, and I hear a groan behind me, making me smile. Turning over, I face them all where they stand at the edge of the bed, gripping the covers and end board as if to stop themselves from reaching for me. Watching them still, I run my hand slowly down my naked chest before running it around my breasts. I hear a gasp and I arch my back as I tweak at my nipple.

  “Angel,” Jax grunts out the warning.

  My eyes open again and focus on them as I touch myself, I am so fucking wet for them already. I know they are mine, where Dray and I fought for control, and he dominated me, my guys are just that. Mine. They might be strong, they might be warriors, but I am their fucking leader and they wait to see
what I want. It turns me on, and I spread my legs and drop my hand there, feeling how wet my pussy is.

  “Want some help with that, baby?” Drax jokes, but when I look at him, I can see the strain in his muscles as he fights to keep himself there.

  I make him wait, moaning as I rub my nub, letting them see how turned on I am. I hear a growl but still no one moves, and I love that power.

  Finished torturing both them and myself, I look at Drax. I don’t feel embarrassed or shy, fuck, I never was shy, but seeing the pure lust coating his face throws any more reservations out of the window. They want this too. “I want your mouth on my pussy,” I order, and he grins.

  Letting go of the bedding, he moves to the bed before crawling up on all fours and settling between my spread legs. He peers up with a cheeky grin before licking a long line on my needy pussy. My hand drops to his hair to anchor him there as I push him deeper. He lets out an appreciative hum before spreading my lips and circling my nub with his tongue. He teases me and I love it.

  I peer at the others, and when my eyes land on Maxen, he grins before striding forward and without hesitating, wrapping his lips around my left nipple. Throwing my head back I moan, and when I feel another mouth wrap around the other one, I thrash my head before meeting Thorn’s eyes. Drax takes that time to remind me he is there by slowly sliding one finger inside of me as he sucks on my clit.

  Holding my hand out blindly, I reach for my other man. “Jax,” I moan and he is by my side in an instant. I pull him down next to me before smashing our lips together, letting him drink down my moans. Drax adds another finger, curling them inside of me, and I have to pull my lips away from Jax as I come so hard I see stars, so hard that I can’t stop shaking and every part of me feels sensitive. It’s too much and when Drax sucks on my clit again, I don’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer. Opening my eyes as my chest heaves, I meet his eyes as he rises from in between my legs. His chin is wet with my juices and his lips swollen, but his eyes are fucking wild. Maxen and Thorn move away, watching us with a grin as they lounge on the bed.