‘Don’t get too close to short guy, grey hair, next to Mason. He’s looking a little green.’
‘If he throws up on you, Mikka,’ Blade says, ‘I’ll eat him.’
I laugh, but I know he’s serious. I think they’ve become even more protective of me now we’re all out in the open. ‘Just make sure you hold his mouth closed if you sense it coming.’
I get up, leaving this flight’s paperwork where it is. Mason has a new set for us because these ones had several errors that I made sure to tell him about from the air. He blamed it on having a new assistant, but I wasn’t impressed.
I mean, how hard is it to write Blade and not Blaze…
‘Flamethrowers at two and ten,’ Thorn tells us all, and I shudder as I take a look out of Prince’s window this time. I still haven't forgotten how much that shit hurt when Myers caught me with one.
‘We doing the usual, Mum?’ Raeni asks, already on the same wavelength.
I nod. ‘I’ll let you know when. Watch their hands, though. If they try anything, it’s a go.’
We all adjust our new red masks, with black teeth, and once we hear the door open, we make our way off the plane.
It’s a little cloudy here, but it’s warm. We don’t feel the elements, but it will be nice to enjoy the sun after all the cold places we’ve been over the past week. A few of the kids are also obsessed with sunbathing, even though it does absolutely nothing for their skin.
We head for Mason but all see the way the weapons are gripped a little tighter in the arms of most of the people that surround him.
I wish someone would try to shoot us…
I stop and the brothers step close to my sides, and our children settle beside them. “Well,” I say, looking at Mason. “I'd like to say, thank you for a warm welcome…” I blatantly stare at the weapons. “…but I can’t.”
I can understand they’re scared, but these lot are the jumpiest people we’ve been around thus far. Even Mason is on edge. His caramel hair is a little messed up, too, like he’s stabbed his fingers through it a million times.
“The President requested I take precautions,” he says, failing to sound sure of himself.
I look amongst them again. “Yeah, I see that…” ‘Go,’ I tell the kids, and all the weapons drop like skittles to the ground. They all gasp and of course, try to bend down to pick them up, but we keep them upright. “…but now you know you’re safe, you don't need them, do you?”
Mason, as well as the others, look between each other. Stunned. “I guess not.”
There are rumours about the things we can do, but we’re careful not to get caught on camera—that’s Emerson’s job—and we haven’t confirmed shit either. Besides, no matter what they think they know, seeing it with their own eyes is always a completely different story.
And funny.
I hold out my hand when his eyes return to mine. “I'm Mikka. Nice to meet you, finally.”
He hesitates, but he shakes my hand. “You, too. Welcome to America.”
I give him a nod, admiring that even though his heart is pounding, he’s trying to stay strong for the others around him.
The brothers introduce themselves, and then we hear his thoughts about our masks. He figures because we’re at our last stop, he’ll get to see our faces.
Wrong.
Four of our kids aren’t ready, so none of us are revealing ourselves yet.
“The masks stay, or we leave.”
His eyes widen again. “How did you know?”
“We know everything.” I turn my attention to one guy who’s becoming less and less enthused about having us here. “You don't have to like us.”
He stiffens before opening his mouth to lie.
“I wouldn’t bother if I were you,” Thorn says.
The man’s mouth closes, and I have to try really hard not to laugh. Thank God for these masks. They’ve saved me so many times.
“So,” I say, turning back to Mason, “did you sort out the paperwork?”
“I did.” He's still a bit stunned as he taps his secretary.
The woman beside him passes me an envelope, but when I take it from her, I see her eyeing the brothers. She thinks Dagger has nice eyes.
“They are beautiful,” I mutter, flicking through the new papers. “Even better when they glow.”
The brothers and the kids snigger, but I remain stone-faced. She wrote up this shit, so she knows they belong to me.
The audacity...
Amongst the papers, I find another mistake and love the fact I get to tell her myself this time. Besides, she’s pissing me off, because now she’s thinking about Pin’s beauty marks.
I force her eyes to mine when I look up, and then I hand her the sheet of paper with the law protecting us. “This is all fine, but you've missed the E on the end of my fiancés’ and our children’s names. You'll need to get that fixed before we get to work.”
I glare at her as she nods. “I'll have it fixed straight away and get it sent over to you.”
I force a smile to reach my eyes. “Good.” I look back at Mason. “Once that’s taken care of, we're all good.”
“Perfect,” he says, but I hear his confused thoughts, and the ones of all the others.
‘Never gets old,’ I hear Axe, and I agree.
I think we’ve pretty much heard every possible opinion when it comes to me being with five brothers.
“We've arranged accommodation for you and cars to take you there. The premises are already under protection at various points, but you won’t notice they’re there.”
“Thanks, but we’ll drive ourselves,” Dagger tells him. We always do. “Just give us the address.”
Mason blinks. “Uh, okay.” We follow him to the cars and watch him motioning the drivers out before turning back to us with the keys. “How long do you think you’ll stay?”
“A few days. Max,” Pin answers. “Once we see Mikka’s mother and brother, we'll be leaving.”
“That’s quick.”
“We don’t play,” Blade says, taking one of the keys from his hand and making his way to one of the cars.
‘No cameras in the house, Mum,’ Raeni tells me. She always checks. Just like her father, she doesn’t trust anyone either.
‘Thanks, baby.’ “How far to Florida from here?” I ask Mason.
“A few states.”
I nod. “They're definitely drawn to us, too,” I tell him.
He nods in knowing.
“Good. Then we'll see you before we leave.”
“Safe journey,” he replies, but we’re already in the cars.
We make sure we’re far enough away from them before we all burst out laughing, though.
“He almost shit himself,” Pin says in the car behind us.
Royal finds that hilarious. “Now that, I would’ve loved to have seen.”
Twenty
Mikka
As usual, we’re shipped out to the middle of nowhere and there’s only essentials in the Hollywood Mansion we’ve been stuck in, so after everyone has a quick shower and changes into fresh clothes, they decide to venture to the closest town to do a food run and take a look around.
But Axe and I stay behind to unpack everyone’s things.
Well, that’s what we said we’d do, but I don’t think we’ll be doing much of anything except each other. Sure, we’ve moved most of the suitcases into the right rooms, but the looks between us have heated with every pass in the halls, and I know it won’t be long before he snatches me up.
His brothers planned it anyway. It’s not easy, being on the road with your five gorgeous fiancés and your fifteen kids that have superhuman hearing, and it’s been a few days since Axe and I have been alone together. Plus, being with Axe doesn’t allow you to be quiet, no matter how much a hand across the mouth tries to shut you up. He loves to hear me, more than all the brothers, so a quiet, quick fuck for him is never enough.
Axe touches me in places that both pleasure and shock me. He p
ushes my limits, tortures and teases me in ways that not only have me moaning uncontrollably, but begging for mercy, too. And every time I think we’ve done it all, he finds something else to surprise me with.
I never know what Axe I’m gonna get. There must be at least a million sides to him.
I find him in the kitchen when I return to get the last of the bags belonging to Angel. He’s drinking a glass of water by the sink, casually leaning against the counter in dark jeans and a marina vest. Beautiful dark skin on show, looking good enough to bite, and I can see a few droplets of water trickling down his muscular forearm each time he lifts the glass to his lips.
Yeah, we’re definitely doing each other.
He gives the bag a quick glance, daring me to deal with it instead of him, so I leave it and sit at the dark oak table instead.
“You okay?” I ask, barely hiding a smile.
His eyes lower to my cleavage in my yellow vest. “Yeah. You?”
“Yeah…” I can see his pupils dilating from here, and my heart beats faster in reply. “So, what do you want to do now?” I ask, but he knows what I’m really asking.
How do you want to do me, Axe?
“I haven’t decided.” He downs the rest of his water before slowly resting the empty glass down in the sink. “There is something I’ve been thinking about, though.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He curls his finger as he comes towards me, and I’m pulled to my feet. “Something I saw you do for my brother that I can’t stop thinking about.”
This is news…
He stops a few feet in front of me, and then he shows me what he’s referring to.
He wants it rough.
No limits.
He wants what Thorn demanded from me last week, but with everything else I never gave up. Ultimate control.
But I’m unsure.
Not for me, but for him. I know this man inside out, better than he knows himself. So although he might think he can do this, he might struggle to go as far as he really wants to.
“Are you sure?”
He slips his fingers beneath my vest, skimming my denim shorts. “Yeah.”
I chew my lip as I think about it. “I’ll let you, but you have to let go, babe. You can’t ask me if I’m okay half-way through and ruin it for yourself.”
“I won’t.”
“I can take it.”
His eyes return to mine. “I know.”
I shrug. “Okay. Then do your worst.”
“I will.”
He pulls me closer with his mind, so my body collides with his, and my excitement goes through the roof. “It feels like forever since I had you alone,” he says, almost painfully.
I yank off his vest so I can feel his abs and chest. “I know.” God, his body…
He unbuttons my shorts. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard.” He kneels as he tugs them down. “Everywhere.” He runs his tongue over my thong before gently biting me. “And you're gonna let me.”
I run my hands over his shoulders and arms as he stands. “I am.”
“No resisting.”
I shake my head.
“On your knees.”
I nod as I’m pushed down to them, and then I free him from his jeans and boxers.
He kicks them off. “Ready?”
“Always.”
He fists my hair. “All the way.”
My heart races as I struggle to let him have the control he wants over me. “Yes.”
His grip on my curls tighten, pulling me closer. I part my lips after I wet them, anticipating the taste of him in my mouth and already moaning.
“Not yet,” he orders.
I almost nod, but don't get the chance to. His first inch parts my lips wider, and then before I can even prepare myself, ripples slide all the way down my throat. I grab the backs of his thighs and press my nails into his skin, which earns me an even harder yank on my hair as he pulls his dick free.
“Jesus, babe. You just know.”
“I do.” No matter what situation he gets me in, I always know what he wants. I’m always listening to the brothers’ thoughts when we’re intimate, so I know exactly what each of them want in that moment.
His eyes darken. “Again.”
I open my mouth, preparing myself for the onslaught, and it quickly comes. He slams his dick back down my throat, repeatedly, in untamed short bursts, not stopping this time. Again and again he forces me to take him, losing it more and more when I catch him with my teeth and press my nails deeper into his skin.
And when I gag and saliva begins to run down my chin, neck, and chest, he loses his mind.
“Fuck, fuckkk,” he groans, gasping between each curse.
Yeah, I know what he means. I’m soaked from how much I’m getting off on this. It’s one thing being in control, but something else entirely to be dominated and told what the hell to do.
And Axe always seems to know what I’ll like before I even do.
I can feel his climax building and building, his release rising like clouds of smoke from a blazing fire, until he can't hold back anymore and he erupts, unleashing half his cum down my throat and the rest in my mouth.
I swallow a few times, but some escapes and I end up coughing to clear my throat after he pulls out. No hiccups—thank God—but it still feels like I have ribs stuck in my throat. I move my hand to wipe my mouth, but I'm raised to my feet and my arms are fixed to my sides.
Axe’s eyes are simmering like a sunset, and I shudder, even more when he swipes his tongue over his cum on my chin, then drags it all the way back up to my lips before pushing it into my mouth.
‘Suck...’
I do.
“Fuck.”
I hope he does soon. I'm drenched and ready.
“Mikka,” he breathes as he pulls his mouth from mine, but then he’s straight back at me again, punishing me with a bruising kiss that leaves my lips tingling and my pussy fluttering with both anticipation and fear.
“One,” he says, pulling away.
I nod. “One.”
He reaches forward to snap the thong from my body and then lifts me onto the table. “Lie down.”
I don't hesitate.
He uses his mind to spread my legs and hold me in place to keep them open, then he puts his mouth on me and—“Fuck!”
“Oh yeah, fuck, you wide open now. Damn, you look so good, babe, all spread out fi me.”
I arch my back and moan louder. “More.”
His only response is a groan, but the strokes of his tongue through all my folds don’t waiver. He bites my lips in turn, scrapes my clit with his teeth, and then pumps his fingers as deep as he can inside me, all while rubbing on my g-spot and smearing my juices down to my ass.
“Fuck, yeah,” I half moan and half scream when his fingers dip inside there, too. I grab his head to grind myself against him. “Don’t stop, babe. God, it’s so fucking good. So good.”
‘You make me crazy, Mikka,’ he tells me in my mind. ‘Do you know how fucking good you taste? Your pussy’s begging for me, ain’ it? This dark pink pussy. It's begging for me to fuck it.’
“God, yes.”
He grips my thighs tighter and sends painful pinches to my nipples, then becomes merciless with his mouth until I’m shattering into pieces all over the table.
He groans with me, and the way he sounds makes me cum even harder.
I shake my head at the ceiling, my vision blurred with a haze of bliss while he drinks down my juices and I suffer aftershocks, but then he’s up and ramming his dick inside me. He grabs my thighs with his hands this time, too, to slam me back against him.
So deep, so fast, so hard.
“Fucking hell, babe. You're always so damn wet for me.” He goes deeper. “I fucking love you,” he growls.
I gasp and tighten inside, not only because I know he likes me to hurt him with it, but also to defend my walls. He’s literally destroying me.
“Please,” I beg, only half meaning it. I d
on’t really want him to stop, no matter how much it hurts, so I scrape my nails down his chest with my mind so he knows how much I want this.
Otherwise, he’ll worry about me and stop.
He throws his head back, groaning with his eyes closed before they find mine again. “Where's my bad bitch?”
He’s cast in a reddish hue when I shift, then I’m flipped and he’s back inside me with his thighs straddling mine, his lips on my neck, and a tight fist in my hair. He’s shifted, too, and with my barriers dropped, he’s deep as hell inside my mind, twisting all kinds of shit.
He’s literally everywhere. I even feel his dick slipping in and out of my mouth.
“Are you ready to scream for me?” he asks, ending his question with a bite to my shoulder.
I brace myself, fear twisting my belly. “Yea—ahhh! Axe!”
He hisses a ‘Jesus’ when he rams his dick so deep inside my pussy, I seriously wonder if his balls are inside me, too. “Take it, Mikka. Fucking take it all.”
“Please…”
“I can't hear you.” He slaps the side of my ass, way too hard, but as much as it stings and makes me scream out again, it does something else to me too, and when I tighten again, he turns into more of a beast.
“I…” My voice silences when he wraps his hand around my throat instead, so I can’t breathe, then he really destroys me.
He even uses the edge of the table to force himself deeper. “I'd do anything for this pussy. Any-fucking-thing.”
I whimper and claw his arm for an outlet, because even when I tighten to keep him at a safe depth, it still hurts like hell after the initial pleasure. And soon, I don’t even know where one ends and the other begins. I can’t even see straight. I can only feel my body soaring to another release while my grip on reality begins to fade.
But finally, just before the darkness closes in, he releases my neck and turns my head to kiss me, and as I feel him cum, I do, too, harder than I ever have.
I gasp in his kiss while he groans and devours my mouth, but I have to pull away eventually, because I’m still cumming and my lungs are screaming for air. I also feel water gushing down my thighs and think I might’ve…
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