Leaving on a Jet Plane
Looking around nervously, I lick my lips while I fight the urge to jiggle my knee. I’m nervous as fuck; this is the first time I’ve ever flown—that I can remember, at least—in an airplane. Lucille and Bruno never took me on their in-country trips, much less overseas. It doesn’t matter that the guys are all familiar with this and have reassured me a million times.
When I fly with Aubrey, I know how his damn wings work and I can feel him.
This is a huge hunk of metal literally defying physics to rocket through the air in a controlled explosion—I don’t fucking like it and that’s that. Since I nixed flying on the Khan jet—for obvious reasons—Fitz figured out how to get us on a private jet that he and Rennie personally checked out before anything was loaded. Part of my fear wasn’t illogical; this is a fantastic place to fucking kill me because I’m trapped a bazillion feet above a goddamn ocean. It seemed like tempting fate to even consider it, but the deadline for arrival at Academie des crocs et griffes didn’t allow for a ship voyage.
Jinx hops up on my lap, batting the fingers digging into the joggers I borrowed from Fitz. I smile softly as I stroke my hand over her head. She’s getting bigger, though she’ll never be a large cat, and her attitude is twice as big as her physical size. “Hey, girl. This is pretty fancy, huh?”
“Top of the fucking line, Baby Girl. Only the best for you,” the tiger himself says as he swaggers across the luxurious cabin with his drink. His brows waggle as he grins. “Ask me how I did it.”
“How you did it?” Renard grumps from his spot sprawled over a large chair. “I think that’s misleading.”
A loud huff comes from the couch and I look up to see Aubrey cleaning his glasses. “A distinct distortion of the truth for certain. You didn’t procure this flying tin can as much as ensure it wasn’t messed with. There’s a difference.”
“Bro, tell them not to be mean,” Fitz whines at Felix. His twin arches a brow before shaking his head to go back to reading the materials they were sent from the third school we’ve been at in two years. “Fine. Chessie, you tell them.”
Chess pokes his head out of the galley, looking at Fitz with a sigh. “Baby, you helped. Isn’t that enough? Our angel doesn’t care who did what, only that we took care of her. Right?”
His gaze lands on me and I nod, giving him the best grin I can manage. “That’s true. I’m just glad we didn’t have to trust any of our families or ride in a big cramped plane with a ton of other people. My anxiety would have killed me before we got to France; I’m sure of it.”
“Princess,” Felix rumbles as he looks up from his reading again. “Are you feeling shaky again?”
“No,” I lie as I pet Jinx carefully. I don’t want them to see my hand shaking. I hate feeling weak and being afraid of this stupid flight makes my bunny furious. Unfortunately, no amount of breathing or visualization helps, so I don’t have an option. “I’m good, babe.”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire…” Fitz sing-songs as he gets up in my face. “We can smell fear, silly rabbit. You can too, and the fact that you forget this shit all the time is hysterical.”
Goddamn it. Bruno and Lucille teaching me nothing about being a shifter bites me in the ass again.
Throwing my hands up, I pout. “Fine. Fine . I hate this. Nothing about it is natural and everything you told me only makes me question why anyone ever does this shit on a regular basis. I’m over-thinking it, but I can’t help it.”
Rennie sits up for a second, tilting his head as he grins wickedly. “What I’m hearing is you need to turn your brain off, ma petite .”
Jinx jumps off my lap in a snit, disliking the nervous energy damn near making me vibrate in my seat. I frown and wrinkle my nose as I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes. My brain is definitely in overdrive and I can’t seem to stop it.”
There’s a moment when they all exchange their weird dude eyebrow thing and Felix puts down his tablet with a slow, heated grin. “Then we’ll distract you, Princess.”
I used to hate that damn nickname, but now, it makes my thighs clench.
His chair turns to face me and he leans his bare forearms on his knees as he smirks. “Gentlemen, get her more comfortable. ”
Before I can blink, Fitz has me lifted out of my chair, carrying me into the open space in the middle of the seating area. He plops on the ground with me on his lap, his hands tugging my tee-shirt up and over my head quickly. Rennie uncoils from his chair as well, stalking over to kneel beside us and rubs his cheek on my head. When Aubrey drops to his knees as well, my eyes widen.
Oh boy.
“We have you, snack size,” he murmurs before ducking his head to kiss me roughly. My response is a low groan as desire unfurls in my gut, displacing the anxiety that was curled there. Big hands cup my face as his tongue sweeps through my mouth and I barely notice Fitz shucking my sweat pants to leave me almost naked.
A pleased rumble echoes in the room and when I pull away from my grumpy dragon, Fitz yanks my chin until I’m looking at him. “Baby Girl, what the holy fuck are you wearing under our baggy ass clothes?”
My cheeks flush. They destroy damn near every lingerie set I own on a daily basis, but my drawer never gets empty. I have no idea which one of them bought the naughty set I’m wearing today, only that it appeared in my drawer. “I don’t buy it; I just put it on when it appears, Fitzy.”
He laughs, nipping my ear as he arranges my body to lean against his with my thighs draped over his thick ones. “Which one of you kinky fucks bought this? Look at our girl all trussed up like an adorable fucking snack .”
Felix’s eyes roam over my heated skin first, taking in the tiny, pale pink panties trimmed in white lace with strings tied at the hips and a white bow. He can’t see the little white bunny tail on the ass, but his gaze roams over my soft belly up to the bra with a pleased rumble. The bra is just as useless function-wise, but the ruffly pink and white lace triangles cover my nipples at least. It ties behind my neck and has criss-crossed straps over my boobs, making the exposed cleavage look even deeper. By the way his expression darkens, I guess leaving off the garter and choker that came with it was a good plan.
His expression is damn near feral.
“ Ah, mes amis , look how adorable she is. It’s no great feat to assume which one of us procured this masterpiece,” Rennie says with a grin. He winks at me, pulling the hair tie off of his wrist to gather my long hair up for me as Fitz squeezes my tits. “She’s a pretty pink bunny all trussed up for us.”
I groan as Fitz sucks the cord of my neck until the skin definitely bruises. “I knew it was you, big guy. There’s a poofy tail on back,” I breathe out.
“How could I resist?” Aubrey smirks as he takes my foot in his hand, his large hands massaging it until my eyelids flutter. When I moan again, his lips curl up and Felix gapes at him. His chuckle is dark and he shrugs at the Raj. “She’s a fucking rabbit; rubbing her feet makes her let out almost as good a sound as Chessie’s desserts do.”
My eyes pop open and I glare at them all for a second. “Just rubbing them. They hurt a lot from training. The first person to put their mouth anywhere near them is getting punted to France ahead of the plane.”
That makes Fitz howl with laughter and I can feel him shake behind me. “Not a fan of footsie, eh, Baby Girl?”
I turn bright red, ducking my chin as I grumble. “I don’t like feet. Ask the big guy how long it took me to let him do this without kicking him in face.”
“So many tries,” he mutters.
Rennie makes an ‘ah-ha’ sound and I turn to see him grinning like a madman. “The black eye last month… he said a book tumbled off a high shelf and caught him in the face. I knew that sounded like bullshit. ”
Swatting his arm, I grumble, “Shut up . I didn’t mean to.”
Aubrey chuckles and leans in to place a kiss on my knee cap. “Forgiven, lunchable. Now, can we please spread you wide and make you scream until you have to nap for the rest of this flight?”
Felix blinks in his seat, then smothers a laugh in his hand. “She’s even got the goddamn dragon asking her to pretty please let him lick her pretty pink pussy. We’re all doomed.”
I bat my lashes at him as Fitz widens his legs to position mine. All the yoga we’re doing is making us both pretty flexible, so it’s not a full split, but it’s close. “I have all the power, right, Sir?”
Now I’ve got him.
“That’s right, Princess. You know your word, and you know what happens when you say it.” Felix looks at Aubrey with a dark smile. “Pull those cute things off and see how wet our little bunny is for us. Fitz, keep her in place. Ren, release those beautiful breasts.”
“What about… Chessie?” I manage as Rennie and Aubrey do as he says. My whole body is exposed in the middle of this flying deathtrap and I can’t seem to give shit as their hands coast over me.
“He’ll join in once he’s got things settled in the kitchen, Princess. For now, I want you to keep count. If you lose track, we’ll have to start again.”
How is that a punishment?
The tickling sensation of Aubrey’s tongue sliding up my thigh wipes that thought out of my mind and my head falls back on Fitz’s shoulder. He dips his head and gnaws along my shoulder, making me shiver more. The combination of my big man heading straight for the flood of wetness between my spread legs and his pointed teeth on me is more than enough to put my fears out of my mind. But then Rennie dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth and I feel myself slipping into the warm, pleasure-filled head space they’re aiming for .
“Fuck,” I whisper as Fitz winds his arms around mine to keep me from moving or touching anyone.
“That’s perfect, brother. Princess, you look exsquisite when you let everything go. Give me those pretty blue eyes while they make you whimper.”
I raise my eyes to his, my breath coming in soft pants as my dragon tosses the untied panties over his shoulder and buries his face in my pussy. His tongue draws circles around my clit and I bite my lip hard as a whine echoes in the plane. Aubrey’s hands are squeezing my thighs hard and I know that will leave bruises, too, but it doesn’t make me scared—only hotter.
Being marked by them is so fucking hot and I can’t get enough of it—it has to be the animal in me, right?
“Well, well. What the hell is going on in here?”
My eyes flutter as a thick finger slides inside of me and Rennie’s teeth graze my nipple. The voice belongs to Chessie and he sounds more amused than upset, so I give him a dopey grin as pleasure spirals through me. “Come join us, my white knight…”
Fitz growls softly next to me ear and I can feel his dick twitch against my ass.
“Yeah, baby. Come join us.”