19. Ivy
NINETEEN
IVY
Fuck, Jackal might be a piece of utter shit, but his cock was a work of art.
I sank down on it, determined to assert my dominance, take his breath away, but instead, I mewled like a fucking kitten, the fullness of him inside me stretching me out, making me ache in the best of ways.
Move. I needed to move.
And so I fucking did.
My hands planted on his chest, fingers gripping the chains wrapped around his torso, I rode him like a mechanical bull, bouncing on his dick like it was the last time a man would ever be inside me. Like I was the one who was about to die, and this was my last act of living.
I almost had to stand up, he was so long. Every time I rose up, his length teased the edges of my cunt, the head still buried inside me as I sank back down, rocking back and forth like a needy bitch.
Being eaten out was great, and sure, I got off, but the feel of something inside me was worlds above that. And good lord, the way his hips flexed into me as I rocked on him, even though he was tied up and barely able to move?—
It infuriated me, because I knew in that moment I’d been duped, but admitting it would be denying myself pleasure. And it would be embarrassing to show the others that he’d managed to manipulate me into thinking I was taking what he was so unwilling to give. I was smarter than that, dammit.
And I played right into his hand.
But there was no stopping now.
And so I did the only thing I could to salvage my pride.
I stabbed him.
Right in the fucking meat of his arm.
I didn’t give him time to react to the pain, instead gripping his chin in my hand as I growled through another rise and fall, adjusting my knees so I could take more of him inside me. Deeper, faster, harder, words that all bounced around in the recesses of my mind as I stole pleasure from his body while giving him pain in return. His lips were pale as he gasped through the agony from the knife still buried in his flesh, and I twisted it just an inch, relishing the way he fought to keep from showing how badly it hurt him.
“You’re a sick fuck,” I told him plainly, sweat dripping from the tip of my nose to land on his chest.
“You’re no better, kitten.”
His words were accompanied by a sort of twisted satisfaction hidden just below the surface, and I hated the little pet name he’d decided to give me as if he was entitled to call me anything he wanted.
Fucking dogs were all the same. Entitled, pompous assholes.
But this one was whipped for me. Or, at least, his dick was. And I’d use that to my advantage.
“Well, if you’re going to call me kitten, should I come up with a new nickname for you? Somehow, ‘dog’ just doesn’t feel right when I’m using you like a sex machine.” I flipped my hair back as I slowed to a stop with him inside me, circling my hips like the minute hand on his life clock was circling round to zero. “How about princess?”
His indignant snarl traveled through his dick and sent a shockwave of pleasure through my core as I leaned back, resting my hands on his thighs behind me.
“I’m no princess, bitch,” he snapped, even as his eyes trailed over the curve of my breasts peeking out beneath the hem of my half-hoodie.
“You can call me your queen,” I sighed smugly, fucking myself on him again. Only now, he could see everything, thanks to my skirt being hiked up over my hips. His eyes devoured me as his dick disappeared into me, the hot, squelching noises like a symphony in my ears, the glide as smooth as satin on skin. “I’m open to negotiation. ”
“You’re no queen,” he gritted out, even as I felt his balls tense beneath my ass.
“Master has a nice ring to it, I think?—”
“Fuck,” he swore, his hips rising as the words left my lips. “You think you can tame me? Better than you have tried.”
Oh, so now he was gonna use my own words against me.
“Why would I tame a beast like you? I quite like my dogs feral.”
I leaned all my weight onto one hand, bringing the other in front of me, placing two fingers on my clit. He watched me, and I watched him as I brought myself closer to the edge of release, needing the orgasm I could practically taste on the tip of my tongue.
“If I wasn’t tied up, you’d be screaming my name,” he spat, doing his best to buck up into me again with renewed fervor.
“If you weren’t tied up, one of us would be dead,” I breathed, hunching forward toward the knife still sticking from his arm. I yanked it free and brought it to his lips, making him kiss the blade while he watched that shining metal with a wariness I could appreciate. “I’m giving you a gift in your last seconds of life. Treasure it–you don’t deserve it.”
“You’d better make sure you drive that right through my heart, then, or I might come back and show you how a real man fucks when he’s not chained to the floor.”
I let the knife clatter to the floor as I came, my fingers stilling atop my clit, core spasming around the length of his cock like it wanted his seed. I rocked atop him once, twice more, and with an astonished swear, he came inside me, his cum filling me, dripping out around him, marking us both as the filthy animals we behaved like.
It was a chore not to fall sideways and gasp for air in the aftermath. Hell, I nearly blacked out, and that would’ve been a bad thing to do with three very capable killers at my disposal.
Jackal wasn’t even soft inside of me, and fuck all if that wasn’t in and of itself a hotter thing than the way he’d fought his orgasm as I watched. He’d bitten his lip so tightly there was blood dripping from one corner.
Poor thing.
I wanted to lick it off his skin.
There was a lot of learning about myself going on tonight. Shame it took my mortal fucking enemies to open Pandora’s Box of Horror Kinks.
Forcing myself to crawl off his prone body was like torture. But his gasping breaths quieted as I sat back on my ass on the floor, gripped his hair in my fist, and yanked his head between my legs, growling at his hesitance.
“You’re going to take it all back. I don’t want a single drop of you left inside me.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dingo muttered, reminding me I had an audience.
Jackal’s tongue lapped at me like a taunt, a whisper of a promise that skirted around my clit and had me shaking again before he even shoved it inside my dripping pussy. He ate his own cum right out of me without complaint, a smile on his lips when he came up for air. He kept at it until I was closing my eyes, leaning back on my arms as a third orgasm rocked me. My legs shook, and I arched my spine like a tautly-strung bow, confident that if he’d had access to his hands, he’d have lifted me off the floor and dove in deeper.
“Fuck,” I whined, trying desperately to remember how to move my limbs like a human again. “What a waste of talent.”
“You mean you’re gonna kill off the men who brought you some of the best orgasms of your life? Still?”
Dingo seemed to be under the impression that their performance might’ve earned them freedom. “Last time I checked, good sex didn’t outweigh the punishment you earned.” I shivered a bit as I tugged my skirt back down and hid my shame, pushing Jackal out of reach with a boot on the top of his head. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Coyote stirred from his position on his knees, those baleful eyes turned on me not as a plea, but with disappointment and resignation in their depths. I felt speared by that gaze, like he was trying to tell me something important that I couldn’t understand.
“You’re going to kill three of the most prolific killers in the Guild. Do you know how bad that’ll end up for you?” Jackal had rolled on his side, and I watched with feigned interest as he wriggled like a worm in my direction. “How many people would come after you? You’d be dead in a night.”
I knew it was the truth. I’d already planned for that very outcome, as well. Death was inevitable. As long as I achieved my goals and got my revenge, that was all that mattered. But was I really okay with the end? Was my story really over after this?
Was it worth it?
“Think about what we could do together.”
My eyes narrowed. How dare he insinuate that I’d ever pair up with the likes of them?—
“The good we could do?—”
“Ha,” I muttered, picking the discarded pocket knife up just as Jackal got close enough to touch it. “That’s a joke. You three, do good?”
“We’re some of the most feared killers in Port Wylde,” Dingo pointed out, wriggling uncomfortably atop the table. “Surely there’s people you want dead..”
“Other than us, of course,” Jackal threw in, his words like a taunt.
I pretended to think about it for a moment, the words nothing more than empty promises from a man who’d just as likely slit my throat and fuck my dead body if I released him as he would actually hold up a bargain to get released. “Everything I’ve done to this point has been to serve you the justice you deserved. Anything beyond that is?—”
“Nothing to you, huh? What about all the pieces of shit we wipe off the face of the planet? Who’d deal with them if we stopped?”
That was laughable. They really thought they were helping the rest of us. That what they did was good. “My father was a good man. What’s your excuse for killing him? Was the money too good to pass up?”
Jackal started to open his mouth, but I watched curiously as Coyote cleared his throat and shook his head at the other man. Something he didn’t want me to know?
Interesting.
“Something you wanna share with the class, Coyote?”
He refused to lift those gorgeous green eyes to meet my own. “No,” he muttered, shaking his head so that curtain of hair fell between us once more.
Man talked more in this warehouse than I’d ever heard him say when I spied on them. Maybe he thought he’d better use up the rest of his talking allotment while he was still breathing.
“So, who wants to go first?” I wagged the knife in the air and grinned, waiting for someone to say something smartassed. “I don’t have all day to stay here and shoot the shit with you three.” I thought back on the dead-end bartending job waiting for me at home and cringed. “I have a life to get back to.”
“Don’t look too excited to go back to it, if you ask me,” Dingo pointed out, thrashing in his restraints again. “Must be a hell of a life. Living on daddy’s dirty money, no consequences for your actions?—”
“Don’t you dare talk about him, you scumbag!” I threw the knife in his direction, relishing the grunt of pain he made when it landed in the wood right next to his arm.
I fell to my knees, shattered pieces of my soul screaming for me to end this quickly, give them as good as they’d gotten, kill them, kill them, KILL THEM ? —
But another part of me screamed no.
Another smaller part of me hesitated at the idea of using these dogs to do my bidding, intrigued and already contemplating the ultimate revenge. I could take down the system that allowed them to get away with what they’d done from the inside. I could take out evil people who’d stood by and let my father take the fall for something he hadn’t done. With this pack of dogs at my beck and call, I could do anything. Hell, I could even use them to find out who’d ordered the hit on my father all those years ago.
But to do so, to make a deal with them, felt tantamount to betraying his memory.
I felt like the worst kind of human, to turn my back on the revenge I’d fought so hard to get, that I’d killed so many and broken so many laws to reach. Everything I’d done in my life had led to this point, and yet?—
If I took this opportunity, I’d be throwing away all of that. It would all be worthless. All for naught.
My hands pounded at the sides of my temples as I struggled to return order to my mind. My life was shambles, my future bleak, and my prospects slim at best. Pairing up with them would only cause things to drag on longer. And then I’d truly have nothing. The heels of my palms were turning red where I’d slammed them into my head over and over, as if beating myself senseless would change the fact that I was suddenly doubting my own carefully-laid plans.
I’d done so much to get here. So. Fucking. Much.
But you could do so much more.
I could simply postpone the ending of their lives, until such a time as I was done with them. I could use them, like the tools they were, to do whatever I wanted, and then, when I’d tortured them with my presence, when I’d done all I wanted to do, when every person who deserved to die in my father’s stead was buried in a watery grave . . .
Then, I could kill the dogs and have my final revenge.
I shook the thought from my mind, hating that they’d even managed to plant a seed of doubt in my mind. They had ulterior motives. This was another game they played, one that they supposed would work in their favor?—
“Join us.”
I blinked from my position on the floor, hands at my temples stilling for a moment as my head lifted to follow the source of that voice. Coyote knelt at the end of Dingo’s table, hands gripping the legs so tightly I could swear I heard steel buckling. My lashes fluttered slowly, as if I couldn’t fathom he’d said the words I knew I heard as clear as day.
“What?”
Those dangerous eyes flashed as he narrowed them, staring into my very soul with the emerald gaze from hell. “Join us.”
“Who gave you the authority to induct new members into our ranks, Coyote?” Jackal nearly screamed in shock. “The fuck you mean asking her to join us? Why is today suddenly the day those lips loosened up?”
Dingo groaned, his laughter dry and humorless. “This is a trip. She wants to kill us, and you ask her to join us?”
“I would never join the ranks of dogs like you,” I spat, refusing to look away from his piercing gaze.
“Lead us, then,” he countered, leaning forward another inch.
There were no words for the shocked silence he managed to throw me into.
Never in a million years had I ever imagined joining them. My enemies, the men who’d ruined my life and toppled the little sanity I had left. Who stole my innocence and turned me into a monster.
Join them? As fucking if .
“What makes you think I’m looking to adopt three new dogs?”
“You—fuck out of here with that. You’ll lead us over my dead body, bitch?—”
“Jackal, shut up!” Coyote’s words were rough, coarse around the edges, like a pumice stone on sensitive skin. But they managed to stop his partner in his tracks as well as a brick wall. Jackal’s mouth hung open, but no words came from it as he stared between myself and his buddy, clearly at a loss for words for once in his life.
Coyote smiled at me, actually fucking smiled, a sad sort of thing that felt like it hid traces of pity in its depths. “Our lives are yours either way. Kill us or use us; just make it quick.”
“You’ve been reading too much of that Shakespeare shit.” I crawled over to him on my hands and knees, hands empty, and knelt at his side, something inside me twisted at his words. “You would really give your life to me, swear it in fealty like some sort of knight to his queen in some medieval story?”
He nodded once, the pity warring with something else in those swirling pools of jade green. “Yes.”
“You would do as I commanded, without argument, no matter what the request?”
“Yes.”
“And your fellow dogs?” My eyes trailed to Jackal first, whose gaze was still frozen on Coyote, as if staring at him long enough would burn him alive for daring to speak for them. “Jackal doesn’t seem too keen on your plan. Dingo, either.”
“They don’t have to like it to respect it.” He shook the hair from his face and licked his dry, cracking lips.
I could read the truth to his words in the gaze, however heated, coming from his friend on the floor. “So you’re saying if I unchain Jackal, he’s not going to try and kill me the second he’s loose.”
Coyote nodded, his words seemingly all used up now .
Jackal let out a little snort but didn’t say a word contrary, which was interesting. I’d at least expected a half-assed sarcastic comeback at the minimum.
Dingo, on the other hand, was full of words all of a sudden. “Our word is the one thing we keep. It’s sacred, because sometimes, it’s all we have. If Coyote makes a promise, he’s not making it lightly.” He huffed in annoyance. “And you’ll get no argument from any of us.”
“The fuck she won’t,” Jackal muttered, looking very much like a worm who’d been left out on the concrete in the sun too long. “I don’t plan to just bend over and let you have your way with me. I’m a Neon Dog, dammit. Not someone’s pet.”
I closed my eyes, imagining the him from years ago, and putting that same face side by side with today’s Jackal. He’d lost some of his bite, but the fangs remained. And besides, killing him now would only grant him an easy out. There weren’t enough days in the year for me to drag out his torture to pay him back for what I’d become.
My lips spread in a slow smile as I finally opened my eyes and stared straight into the pits of hell in his hazel stare.
“You’re all my pets now.”