From the Ashes (Syndicate of the Legion #3)

9. Crew

CHAPTER NINE

CREW

I t’s rare that I relinquish the front passenger seat. I’m sure there’s some psychological thing linked to my inability to give up control, but I’ve never given myself time to think about it.

But as I usher Camilla back to the car, I don’t hesitate to climb into the backseat with her. After having her undivided attention for a week while we were both recuperating, the last couple of days have been hard, and I’m desperate to get my hands on her.

Plus, it’s been more than a week since I’ve been inside her, and my balls have long turned blue.

It’s hard to imagine that we spent years without consistent women in our lives, and now that we have her, we’re like horny fucking teenagers again. None of us can get enough of her.

Kovu nabs the other side of her, leaving Kaos and Bishop grumbling under their breath. Kaos is the only one that’s had her since we were ambushed, and we’re all growing impatient.

She leans her head against my shoulder and lets out a soft sigh. Today was hard for her, but not because she was saying goodbye to her family members. No, it was difficult because she had to pretend to care about two people who actively tried to have her killed and died because of those choices.

I glide my hand up her silky thigh, happy to be away from the scrutiny of others. Today was our second outing together, and the number of eyes on us was just as unsettling as it was last night at the fight club.

By announcing our relationship the way we have, we’re putting Camilla in danger. If it were just that we were seen with her, perhaps I wouldn’t be so worried, but it’s the fact that each of us looks at her like she hung the fucking moon. Our affection for her could get her killed.

Camilla peers up at me with a small smile, but it’s obvious the last week has been weighing on her, even if she won’t say that out loud.

“You okay, Little Lamb?” Kovu asks from her other side.

She nods, but she’s not. She’s exhausted, and she’s stressed.

I glance at Kovu over her head, and he raises his brow, which has a rare smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

Kovu’s huge palm comes down on her other thigh, and together, we glide our hands up, pushing her black dress higher. When she stepped out of her room wearing the knee-length dress that’s skintight from her neck to her hips before flaring out in the skirt, I thought one of us was going to carry her back into her room and have our way with her.

“How about we help you relax, Little Menace?” I murmur against her temple when she stiffens.

She opens her mouth like she might argue, but she doesn’t get a chance. Kovu grasps her cheek in his free hand and tugs her face to meet his, brushing his lips over hers reverently. Watching him with Camilla is a world away from watching him with any of the other women we’ve shared. With them, he was always savage, always rough, but there’s a softness to how he handles Camilla.

While she’s distracted, I slip my hand higher until my fingers crush over her wet center. The lace covering her hot pussy is damp, and we groan in unison.

“My naughty girl is already wet for us,” I whisper against the shell of her ear as Kovu deepens their kiss.

Bishop groans from the front seat as he turns back to watch us. “You guys are assholes.”

“Should have been quicker to sit in the back with her.” Kovu smirks against her full lips, nipping at the swollen pillows.

I slip my fingers beneath the lace and brush them along her soft folds. Every time I get my hands on her pretty pussy, I swear she gets softer, and I don’t know whether I should get my filthy hands off her or if I should ruin her the way I crave.

A moan escapes her throat, but Kovu quickly swallows it. She’s so receptive to us, it’s fucking addictive.

I circle her clit softly, not giving her what she needs but teasing her until her hips thrust up, desperate for more. I want to make her so fucking desperate she can’t breathe without us touching her, because that’s how she makes me feel. It never feels like enough when it comes to Camilla.

Kovu releases her lips, trailing rough kisses down her throat, biting down on the sensitive flesh every so often, causing her to buck against my fingers.

“You’re a needy little lamb today, aren’t you?” he murmurs against the bite marks he’s just inflicted. Fuck, she looks so pretty when we mark her.

With my free hand, I grasp my hard length through my slacks and groan. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been inside my girl, and that’s going to change today. I don’t give a fuck if I was shot a week ago. If I don’t bury myself in her cunt soon, I’m going to fucking explode.

I press two fingers at her entrance, holding them there for a beat while she whines. “Crew, please.”

I chuckle and give her what she asks for, shoving both fingers to the knuckle and immediately searching for the spot that will set her off with a few well-placed ministrations. “You’re so wet for us, Little Menace. Such a desperate little whore.”

She moans, her gray eyes wild when they meet mine.

“Get my cock out, baby,” I demand, and she immediately moves to obey. Her fingers tug at my belt until she gets it unbuckled, and then she’s working on the zipper.

My hard length pops out as soon as the zipper gives way, and her eyes widen at my lack of briefs. Perhaps I knew I was going to need her at a moment’s notice today when I got dressed this morning.

She reaches for my cock, and the moment her small hand wraps around me, I groan. Fuck, she feels good. So fucking good.

“My car is going to smell like sex for weeks,” Kaos grumbles from the driver’s seat, his eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror, where he has the perfect view of our girl’s pussy.

“Sounds like a good problem to have.” Kovu chuckles.

He shoves at the neck of her dress, pushing it down her shoulders until her lacy black bra comes into view. He sinks his teeth into the top of her breast, tearing a cry from her throat and causing her to gush around my fingers.

“So perfect for us, baby. Look how wet you get when we hurt you. You love the pain,” I murmur against her throat as she works my cock in jerky movements.

I press my fingers deeper as I massage her G-spot in measured strokes. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and her pants get heavier. She drops her forehead to my shoulder as she tries desperately to keep her pumps of my cock even, but they’re anything but, and that only intensifies my own pleasure.

I fucking love that we make her fall apart for us. It’s intoxicating, just like the woman herself.

I withdraw my fingers and press a third against her entrance, causing her to scream out as she stretches around them.

“Fuck,” Camilla pants. “I can’t. It’s too much.” Her free hand shoves at my wrist, but my thrusts are relentless.

“You’re going to come for us, Little Menace. I want Kaos’s car to reek of your sweet juices for weeks. Don’t you want him to smell you every time he gets in the car? Always desperate to get home to your sweet pussy?” I whisper the filthy words against her ear as Kovu shoves her bra down and immediately covers one of her nipples with his mouth.

Bishop turns in his seat, watching with hunger in his eyes as I drag our woman to the edge.

“Do you want to come, baby girl?” I ask.

“Yes, please, Crew. Please,” she cries out.

I smirk and double my efforts on her G-spot, and it’s only seconds before her pussy clamps down around my fingers. She gushes over my hand, soaking the seat beneath her, and I follow her over the edge, squirting my cum all over her hand as she pumps me through both our releases.

“Fuck,” Bishop groans. “I didn’t know you could squirt, love.” His eyes are full of unadulterated lust, and I’m more than a little intrigued to see what’s going to play out when we pull into the garage.

Camilla’s cheeks heat as she looks at each of us and then the mess beneath her before locking on Kaos. “I’m so sorry.”

He smirks into the rearview mirror. “I’m not. I’m never going to get the sight of you squirting all over my car out of my head.” He grasps the bulge in his pants and groans at the pressure.

Oh, I have a feeling my little menace is going to get fucked six ways to Sunday when we get home, and I can’t fucking wait to watch.