3. Scream for Us #3
The masked man lowered his sleeve, revealing a tattoo on his wrist.
“...Ian,” she whispered. “I thought… why are you here?”
“Don’t play stupid with me, Gia. I don’t have the patience.”
She swallowed hard. “W-what… what do you want?”
Ian leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest. “I heard Reapers in this area were planning an ambush… against Deja Louis.”
Gia snorted. “That stupid hippie bitc-” she started when she abruptly jolted. Gia’s eyes widened as she looked down and saw a blade lodged in her waist. She looked up at Ian, who casually twirled another blade between his fingers.
“Watch your mouth, sweetheart… Or I’ll turn you into a pincushion and dissect you like a lab rat.”
Breathing erratically, Gia held her bleeding waist. “...I-Ian, p-please…”
Ian approached her, pushing the blade further. “Just tell me about the ambush-”
“I don’t know anything about a fucking ambush!” she screamed.
Ian tilted his head. “Gia… You know I hate lying. Please don’t make me hurt you again-”
“I’m not lying!” she snarled, ripping the blade out of her waist. Ian raised his hand just as she stabbed his palm. Shoving him, she grabbed a knife and burst through the back door outside into the yard. Holding her bleeding waist, she pulled out her cellphone and ran towards the trees.
Ian sighed as he effortlessly removed the blade from his palm and followed her outside.
Her bloody fingers tapped the screen to dial Gino. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Ian’s silhouette with his hands in his pockets, casually stalking her while a woman skipped next to him, playfully swinging a crowbar.
“It’s against Society rules to kill another Reaper!” she screamed angrily when Gino’s phone stopped ringing. “Hello? Gino?! The fucking Donovans are here! Gino!”
She paused abruptly when she heard her voice echoing several feet from her. Slowly turning around, her eyes widened in horror to see a bloodied masked Keith playfully swinging hair attached to flesh while holding a phone to his ear.
“Gino can’t come to the phone right now, he’s getting a… haircut,” Keith snickered. Gia’s face fell when she noticed Gino unconscious on the ground with his scalp missing.
She went to scream when Millie lodged the crowbar into Gia’s mouth. “Don’t be such an amateur, Gia,” Millie smirked, violently yanking Gia to the ground.
“Millie, control yourself. I need her alive,” Ian ordered.
“You let Keith kill Gino!” Millie whined.
“Uh, Gino is still alive. He’s just enjoying his fresh cut,” Keith snickered.
“I’m surrounded by imbeciles…” Ian muttered.
Flicking on the lights, Deja was confused why the hotel suite was empty. After swaddling a sleeping Chloe, she placed her in the crib and sat on the bed.
“Where are Ian and Keith…?”
She sent Ian a text and sharply exhaled. She hoped Jax and Caleb were still waiting in the car. Placing the baby cam next to the crib, she pulled the app up on her phone and did a clean sweep of the suite before leaving and locking the door behind her.
Rushing back down to the last floor, she exited out the back door into the lot. But she paused when she saw the car was empty. “No, no, no! I told them to stay in the- Dammit!”
Running back into the lobby, she approached the concierge. “Excuse me! Did you see two men come in here? Probably drunk.”
“No, ma’am. You’re the only one I’ve seen at this late hour,” the concierge said.
Deja groaned as she headed down another empty corridor. As she waited for the elevator, she dialed Jax and heard his phone ring down the hall. Tilting her head, she squinted. “...Jax?”
She jumped, startled as another phone rang from the other side of the hall before a phone light briefly flickered. “Caleb?” she called out. But she received no response.
“Forget this,” she muttered, rapidly clicking the elevator button. Deja ignored the footsteps behind her as she rushed into the elevator just as the doors opened. But a foot stopped the doors before they could close.
She anxiously stepped back as Jax ducked his head to step into the elevator. A blade twirled between his fingers as his massive frame took up space. “Jax… I’m not playing this game with you,” she exhaled anxiously.
Biting his lip as his eyes glowered, Jax grinned. “But it’s fun…”
Deja sucked her teeth before punching him in the chest. Jax chuckled as she pushed past him to leave the elevator when Caleb abruptly stepped inside. “Whoa, whoa… Where you going?” Caleb grinned, pushing the ‘Door Close’ button.
“You guys are being childish,” she said.
Jax flipped the blade until Caleb caught it.
“Didn’t you tell us to find a way to bond?
” Caleb grinned. Deja took a step back, bumping into Jax behind her, who possessively grabbed her hips.
“...we used to do this all the time together…” Caleb said, playfully cutting through her blouse, exposing her bra.
She sharply inhaled when she felt Jax’s lips on her neck and his erection pressing into her backside. “You guys are drunk,” she exhaled as Jax peeled her torn shirt from her shoulders.
Jax turned her around to face him until she met his sinister blue gaze. “We’re hungry,” Jax said, catching the blade from Caleb before effortlessly cutting the straps of her bra.
“Fucking famished,” Caleb groaned as he licked her ear before biting the lobe as his hands possessively grasped her breasts.
It unnerved Deja how effortlessly they tossed the blade between themselves, cutting away at her clothes until she was almost naked. “Guys, we’re in the elevator!” she warned.
Caleb slapped the emergency stop button. “Better?”
“No!” Deja blurted when Jax wrapped a strong hand around her throat until her head fell back against his shoulder.
“You wanted so badly to know what it was like when we didn’t fucking hate each other,” Jax groaned in her ear. “Well, baby… we actually liked to make people scream.”
As her torn clothes flapped, exposing her body, Deja felt Caleb’s tongue tease her nipple before leaving a wet trail down her stomach. As he got on his knees, Caleb selfishly grabbed two handfuls of her ass, roughly pulling her pelvis against his face.
She nearly lost her balance as he hooked her leg over his broad shoulder. “C-Caleb,” she gasped.
“Keep it in the fucking family, right, baby…” Caleb sighed as his nose nudged her labia and he inhaled her aroma. “My god, Deja… you smell fucking amazing. Like… nèimh bhlasda.?*”
“Ifrinn thaitneach pheacach…”?* Jax grinned, sensually sucking on her neck, leaving his mark.
“Ah! ifrinn thaitneach pheacach, gu dearbh!” Caleb laughed.
Before she could catch on to what they were saying, she was panting breathlessly, writhing between them. Her body coming undone to the fingers and tongues that claimed her.
“Goddammit, listen to her,” Caleb groaned. “Play with her pussy long enough, and she purrs…”
Jax nibbled on her ear. “That’s because she wants to get fucked… Don’t you, baby? You want Daddy to hurt that pussy…”
Her back arched as Jax massaged her breasts in his palms, his fingers mercilessly pulling at her nipples as he swallowed her tongue.
Her body nearly collapsed as Caleb’s mouth conquered her pussy.
Her arousal dripping down the sides of his chin and into his beard as he lapped like a starved dog.
She whimpered as he sucked her clit between his lips.
Trembling helplessly as his tongue slid inside her, nudging her closer to the edge.
“Please!” she begged.
“That’s it, baby. Fucking beg!” Caleb groaned, tightening his grip on her ass.
“Begging is not enough.” Jax forcefully turned her head to face him, holding her gaze.
“...I need you to scream for us…”
*?Amazing
*?Amazing, indeed!
*?I did.
*?Delicious heaven
*?More like a beautiful hell for us sinners