Hellfire (Nightfire Academy #4)

Chapter 24 - Luna

CHAPTER 24 - LUNA

M eet them in the west wing. Their instructions burned into my brain. What for, I still had no idea. I liked surprises and was willing to go along with their conspiring. My stomach wasn’t so happy. She burbled, demanding coffee and breakfast.

I glanced around the silent, empty halls, not used to being in the teaching wing without the bustle of students. The gloom gave me the creeps, and I rubbed my arms, chilled by the cold of the stone and wearing a sundress in winter. Where were my men to sweep me away for a mysterious weekend? I checked my watch again to make sure I was on time. Yep. 7AM Saturday morning. Maybe they were running late.

I leaned on the cool wall, tempted to pay the vending machine a last-minute visit to stock up on candy for the trip. The instant I took one step away from my position, I heard a scrape. I fell still and listened. Footsteps echoed down the hall. One set, by the sound of it.

Talon met me a few moments later with an enigmatic smile. He looked so striking in his navy wool coat, buttoned shirt, and light jeans contrasting with his chocolate skin.

“Morning, Princess.” His eyes swept the length of me in my pink sundress, denim jacket, and boots. “Very good. You wore a dress and look sexy. Come here.” He pulled me into his arms for a sweet kiss.

I followed their instructions to the letter, even the no underwear, which felt strange. Seeing as though they went to all the trouble to conspire for the hunting game, the mysterious invite, and our weekend away, I went along with it for them. A little gift in return.

“So do you.” I loved seeing him in casual attire when he usually wore his dark Tollen outfit during the day and his stone and superhero pants at night.

“Are you ready?” He brushed along my arms with his nails, and I shivered at the tingles bursting along my skin.

“Ready, curious, excited.” I bent to collect my bag, and he swatted me away, grabbing it and hauling it over his shoulder.

I loved that all my men were chivalrous.

“Where are we headed?” Yeah, I went there. The mystery was killing me. Now that we were about to leave, surely he’d give me a clue.

“Nice try, Princess.” Talon slid his brown-green eyes and his sly smile my way. “You’re not getting any details from me.”

Damn. I tried.

He laughed at my disappointment and linked our hands. “Come on.” He steered me out of the Academy to Cole’s waiting car, parked outside the gates, packing my bag in the trunk.

Cole and Blaze leaned on the passenger doors, dressed in similar casual clothing, consisting of jeans, jackets, and shirts, hair styled, faces freshly shaved, their cologne alluring.

When I got closer to the dark Impala , I caught sight of Gable in the backseat. He waved, and I returned the gesture, smiling, pleased my men were not only getting along, but planning getaways and steamy times.

“Morning, Wildfire.” Cole’s kiss heightened my intensity to solve the puzzle of our destination and activity.

“Morning.” I pressed my stomach to stop the noise.

“We’ll stop for breakfast, sweetness.” Blaze greeted me with a kiss just as seductive and sweet, and when he pulled back, his pinched gaze roamed the landscape. This would test him again, and I was so proud he did this for me.

My heart took off like a balloon to see my teacher braving his fears to take a trip for the weekend. I nuzzled him and held him close. His heart thud beneath my temple and his chest rose and fell swiftly.

“Good.” I leaned back and stroked his smooth, flawless face, aiming to calm his apprehension. I loved that the blue in his eyes deepened from the biker’s cleansing, though, not to tropical blue of before.

Fighting the tremor in his hand, he opened the door for me, waiting for me to get in, pinching my ass when I climbed in. He slid in next to me, boxing me between his and Gable’s sturdy bodies. The balloon drifted higher into the sky at my Rock god’s warm smile.

“Fancy seeing you here, Princess.” He reached over with his opposite arm to cradle my face, pull me to him, and write music on my lips.

We spent all day together yesterday until Talon came to collect me at 9:30PM to meet the 10PM curfew of lights out at the Academy. I really enjoyed the ride up the Blue Mountains into Lithgow, our picnic, the sexy bike ride home, and our afternoon and dinner with Mary.

“I can’t stay away,” I said, more breathy than anything.

“Like I said, irresistible and charming.” He ran his fingers down his chest like a stripper showing off his body.

I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder, settling a palm on his thigh and folding my other over Blaze’s hand. “And shameless.”

Talon and Cole climbed in, and we were off, the latter handling his car with the speed it was built for, rocketing us along the Academy’s lengthy driveway.

Blaze’s body turned to the stone Talon wore at night.

I massaged his thigh, encouraging him. “You’re doing well.”

Out of the corner of my eye, Gable observed us, pitching in, “Breathe, mate, breathe. It’s the best thing for nerves.”

I was surprised when Blaze took Gable’s advice about box-breathing, which apparently calmed the mind. Gable coached Blaze through inhaling on a count of four, holding for another four, and letting it out, waiting again another four beats.

Talon and Cole remained silent out of respect for their friend.

At the corner of the street and driveway, Cole paused his Impala, nodding in the mirror to Blaze and Gable. Worry melted from my teacher’s expression as he removed something from his jacket pocket and lifted it over my neck.

“You’re going to have to wear this, sweetness,” he told me, his gaze once again dedicated to my face and the world outside of the car.

A blindfold. Kinky. I nodded my consent, and he secured it over my face tightly to prevent any light from getting through.

Instead of reclaiming my hand, his came to rest on my thigh above my knee, slowly trailing up my leg, fingers walking under my dress. I held my breath in anticipation of what he’d do. His finger stroked my bare pussy, and my core fired up, weeping for him.

“Are you sure?” I asked, concerned for his sense of safety.

“She’s not wearing panties,” he informed my men, dipping his finger between my folds and sliding along them, giving me my answer. Distractions alleviated his anxiety, and he was going to dive right in.

I gasped and rolled my hips for more friction. He punished me by removing his finger. The sucking noises said he tasted my juices.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Talon growled, his seat creaking as if he turned in it to watch the two of us.

Gable’s hand came to my knee and pried my legs open. “Show him your beautiful pink pussy, Princess.”

Blaze pumped me with two fingers and thumbed my clit. The angle was awkward, but he made it work, and I rocked against him, making it a little easier.

“Fuck, Princess,” Talon growled again. “I love watching the others take care of you.”

The rest of them murmured their agreement.

Gable twisted in his seat, his knee bumping my thigh. He collared my throat, leaning my head to him, licking my neck all the way up to my cheek. “This weekend, you’re going to be our dirty little princess.” The name almost made me spill over. “We’re going to have our fill of you, and we don’t give a fuck who watches or has a problem with it.”

That gave me a little clue as to what we were doing. Something in public. Every part of my body fused into their willing toy to be salaciously teased and pleasured in front of others.

Gable’s hand found my breast and squeezed. “Would you like that?”

“Uh-huh.” It was all I could get out when Blaze’s ministrations had my mind in a tumble of carnal arousal.

“That’s our dirty little princess.” Gable’s hand snaked down my dress, underneath my bra, kneading my breast, and I arched up into his palm, taking Blaze’s fingers deeper.

My bonded groaned deep in his throat. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into you.” His ruthless strokes showed me how desperately he meant it, and I wanted to give it to him if it reduced the distressed beat of his heart. “In fact, we might pull over and get you on my lap if you behave like our dirty little princess.”

That was all the incentive I needed. Starbursts exploded in my pussy as I cried out his name. Gable drank down the rest of my pants with a long pull on my mouth. I heard Blaze suck on his fingers and groan. Another set of fingers found my clit, pulsing with blood and my orgasm. I whimpered and squirmed.

“Did you think we were going to go easy on you?” Gable sang in my ears, a tune that pledged endless pleasure.

“Um… I… no.” I tried to sink deeper into the seat to escape his circling finger, my clit sensitive.

“Breathe and ride through it,” Gable instructed. “We’re going to leave you a dripping mess by the time we’re done with you, Princess.”

“Oh, God.” I was lucky I packed an extra dress. I was going to need it by the time we arrived at our destination.

Gable hummed a tune in my ear, trying to relax me, and I released the muscles in my legs. “Box breathe, Hotshot,” he coaxed Blaze, and I lifted my arms to remove the blindfold and soothe Blaze.

My teacher’s hand clamped on mine, lowering it. “I only want to think about my bonded.” His fingers found my entrance and plunged in again, and I whimpered, not ready for another orgasm so soon. “Enjoy it, sweetness. I’m fine. Let go.”

I obeyed his command and forced my body to slacken. My pussy made obscene noises from how aroused they made me earlier. It took me a few beats to get back into it, and only when I felt reassured by Gable’s backing that my teacher was fine. Confirming it for myself, I lifted my hand, resting the back of it on his neck, monitoring his heartbeat, confident it didn’t wildly thump from fear.

“Oh, fuck!” Talon cursed, loving the view and sounds. “Yes, that’s good. They’re hard for you, Princess.”

Another reassurance that Blaze was into this and not unnerved.

“This is torture,” Cole growled, and I pictured his tormented gaze flicking between the road and me in his rearview mirror.

“Cole?” I called to him, desperate for him to pull over and take part.

“It’s okay, Darkfire,” he reassured. “I’ll be there soon. Just enjoy the ride. I am.”

I eased back in my seat, looking forward to him being able to participate.

Gable’s leisurely strokes got me over my sensitive spot and urged me closer to a second explosion. “Are you going to come for us, Princess? Or do we have to make you?”

They picked up their pace and pressure, pumping faster, harder, riding me out, and I shook over them, dribbling over them.

“Mmm.” The noise Gable made when tasted me, his tongue lapping at my release, and I rocked through an aftershock.

“What do you say, brothers?” Blaze croaked, need biting through his timbre. “Another one, or should we swap seats?”

“Another one,” Talon and Cole said together.

Blaze and Gable swapped positions, tearing me through a third and fourth orgasm that left me breathless and boneless.

The four of them swapped out their positions, Cole telling Gable to take the driver’s seat, since he wasn’t sure Blaze was up to it. Talon and Cole took over, punishing my body in ways they never had, until I was a sobbing, wet, mess. The entire time, Blaze praised me from his passenger seat, and I felt his gaze burning on me, and I was pleased to give him this reprieve from the monsters in his head.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you’re covered in your sweat and your juices,” Talon whispered to me as Cole kissed my forehead. “Even more beautiful when you’re covered in our cum.”

His filthy words were enough to make me split apart over him.

“Don’t go easy on her, brother,” Talon said to Cole as he assumed front and center. “She’s had my dick hard all week, anticipating this.”

On they went for the entire ride, rewarding me with breaks in between to recoup before returning to their glorious torture.

After about an hour or an eternity of it, Gable pulled Cole’s car off the highway and parked. Talon removed my blindfold, and I blinked until my vision got used to the light. We were stationary in an extremely long parking lot.

I thought they were going to wring me through another orgasm in front of patrons eating breakfast in outdoor seating or milling about their cars like they promised. I wasn’t sure my body could take it. My muscles cramped from coming so many times in short succession, and my pussy was numb. I need to cool off and rest.

“Take her to the bathroom to change,” Blaze instructed Talon and Cole, who were in the backseat with me after what felt like their fourth or hundredth swap.

One of my men removed my blindfold and helped me out of the car to stretch my legs and find my balance when they trembled from the workout. When the shaking subsided, Talon and Cole took me to the bathroom, the first manning the door while Cole helped me stand and do my best to wash myself below, remove my sticky residue and taint, and fit me into fresh clothes.

Cleaner and fresher, my men marched me out into the restaurant, the scent of pies and coffee hitting me. Warm, wooden floors and matching tables, and lemon walls gave the place a homey feel. Steam hissed as baristas heated milk and poured it into coffee. Ten or so patrons lined up in the queue, telling me this place was popular and served good food.

Blaze and Gable had pushed two tables together and laid out an assortment of pies, sausage rolls, quiches, and coffees. Steak and potato, beef, bacon and cheese, mushroom… and oh, God, was that lamb and rosemary? My stomach groaned with appreciation.

“Sit here, Wildfire.” Cole held out a chair for me, and I planted my weak ass into it. He kissed my hair, pushed me in, and sat opposite me. “This is the best pie place in the Blue Mountains.”

Talon took up space next to him, both holding onto my leg and filling their plates with twice as much food as a regular person.

“This looks incredible. I can’t wait to try them.” I pointed to one of three. “What’s this one?”

“Breakfast pie.” Talon picked up his fork and broke one through the center, exposing egg, bacon, beans, chorizo, and potato. “Here. Try it.” He scooped up some and fed it to me.

I didn’t realize how much I needed the food to replenish my energy reserves after all the clenching. A torrent of flavor hit my tongue, and I was tempted to steal his plate.

“Try this one, Princess.” Gable fed me some of his cottage pie.

And on it went until my belly was full and I couldn’t fit another bite.

Gable consumed the last of his orange juice, wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood, outstretching his hand like a prince escorting me to a ball. “Come on, Princess. Your next surprise awaits.”