Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Wren
Iwalked down the empty hall, dimly lit by a few sconces on the wall. I had just started having fun when Kingston had summoned me. I should have known the fun was fleeting.
The door was cracked open, and I knocked gently before pushing it open to find Kingston sitting behind his desk, drink in one hand, cigar in another. Jesus, was he trying to make me even wetter?
There was something about the sweet scent of a cigar that did things to my insides. Maybe it was also that it looked like the smoker was puffing on a penis. When Kingston brought it to his lips and took a puff, his cheeks hollowed the tiniest bit.
"You wanted to see me?" I slipped inside, shutting the door behind me.
Without a word, Kingston let the smoke escape his mouth and then snuffed out the cigar in an ashtray. He pressed a few buttons on his keyboard and the big screen pulled up video angles of the entire club.
"Is something wrong?" I moved closer to the screen, scanning through the different areas he had under surveillance, which was the entire inside and outside of the club.
He selected a video feed and it pulled up a camera pointed at the table I had been sitting at with Sullivan and Zayn. He rewound the footage, and I was looking right at Sullivan and me in the booth together.
My skin prickled with awareness as Kingston moved to stand behind me, his breath hot on my neck as he put his lips next to my ear. "Here I was, getting some things taken care of so I can be away for a few weeks, and I spy this on my cameras."
His hand splayed across my stomach, and he pulled me back against him, his erection pressing against my ass. I sucked in a breath; my eyes glued to the screen as Sullivan's hand disappeared under the table.
"Now, I can't exactly see what he was doing..." Kingston's hand moved down and grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it up to expose me. "But I can guess by the way you clung to his arm that he was doing this."
I gasped as his fingers went straight for my clit, already slick from earlier. "Kingston... oh my... fuck."
My body sagged back against him as he rubbed my clit and his lips brushed across the shell of my ear. "Is this what he did? Hm?"
"No." My toes curled, and I clung to his arm as his fingers moved down to my entrance. "Yes!" He thrust a finger in, taking my earlobe in his teeth. "More!"
He added a second, his arm flexing with each pump of his fingers. "But then he stopped..." As soon as it had started, he was already removing his fingers, just as Sullivan had. "Do you have any clue how hard it made me to watch all of this unfold right before my eyes?"
"Please, don't stop. I-"
He silenced me by bringing his wet fingers to my mouth, sliding them inside. "Suck them."
My lips wrapped around his fingers, my taste filling my mouth and making me even wetter. Zayn was doing the same thing to Sullivan's fingers on the video footage and something about watching everything unfold and repeating it with Kingston made every nerve ending in my body light with pleasure.
Spinning me around, his fingers left my mouth and were replaced by his tongue as he kissed me hard. I clung to the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled him closer. But then he was pulling away and walking back to his desk.
I was frozen in place as he clicked his mouse a few times, pushed it out of the way, and then shoved the papers on his desk off and onto the floor. "Bend over it."
My pussy clenched, and I damn near floated toward him as he kicked his rolling chair to the side and took off his jacket. There was something about his whole demeanor that made me even more ready for whatever was about to transpire.
"Do you want me naked?"
"I want you to bend over the desk," he growled, his eyes dark as he looked down to where my skirt was still up around my waist. "Leave your skirt like that."
I walked to him, trailing my hand across his chest before turning and laying my torso across the desk. "I feel like the naughty secretary in a porno."
His hand smoothed over the swell of my ass cheek. "You're definitely naughty."
My breath hitched as his hand moved between my legs and picked up where he left off. My fingers wrapped around the front edge of the desk.
"Fuck, Wren." His other hand opened one of his desk drawers, and I turned my head to watch him pull out a small bottle of lube.
"You keep lube in your drawer?" Jealousy welled up inside me and I fought off a growl. "I'm not the first one to bend over this desk, am I?"
"I haven't had sex in my office." He squirted a liberal amount in his hand. "But I've had a few encounters with my hand."
A giggle broke free, and he fought a smile before he quickly covered his expression. Right. He was playing the gruff and upset boss. "I'm ready for my punishment now, sir."
"Spread your cheeks." His eyes were locked on my ass as I did as he asked. "How many have fucked you here?"
The coolness of the lube made me shiver as he slowly pressed a finger in. "None... I um... do it to myself."
"Fuck." His finger began pumping me, slowly stretching me. "You're going to let me watch that sometime."
"Yes." I hissed as he slid two fingers in. I turned my head, so my cheek was resting on the cool surface of the desk and my eyes caught on the screen, which had a VIP room pulled up. "Oh my God."
Sullivan and Zayn were on the couch, and it was very evident what they were doing. I moaned as Kingston quickly worked up to three fingers, my desire heightened from seeing what was happening on the screen.
With his fingers still inside me, Kingston pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear. "Get me Zayn and Sullivan from VIP room one. Make sure to knock and wait for them to open. And don't let anyone come down the hall to my office."
I trembled as his fingers left me and his zipper being lowered was the only sound besides the dull thump of music from the club. I let go of my ass cheeks and grabbed onto the desk again, knowing I needed to brace myself for the pounding I was about to get.
"Are you ready?" He squirted more lube onto his dick and pressed the tip against my hole.
"Fuck me, Kingston." Without waiting for him, I pressed back, sheathing his cock in one smooth movement that made both of us cry out.
Our skin smacked together with each thrust and my knuckles turned white as I held on for dear life.
I felt so full, and my pussy throbbed with the need to be filled too.
I'd played around with butt plugs and dildos before, but the idea of two cocks filling me had me releasing my grip on the desk and reaching for my clit.
Kingston grabbed my wrist and pinned it to my lower back, slowing his pace and swiveling his hips deep inside me. The office door opened, and Sullivan and Zayn only hesitated for a second before they both were inside, the door snapping shut behind them.
"Oh, God, please." I attempted to touch myself with my other hand, but Kingston was too quick at grabbing that one too. "Please, I need to come."
Instead, he slowly pulled out, and I whimpered at the loss of him. He pulled me up, still holding onto my wrists, and guided me toward the small sitting area of his office that had a couch, rug, and coffee table.
"Sullivan, take your clothes off and lie on the coffee table." Kingston toed off his shoes and let his pants fall to the floor.
"Why?" Sullivan's eyes met mine in a heated stare. "This is why you called her into your office?"
Kingston growled low in his throat, the sound making goosebumps spread across my skin. "Get on the table."
My nipples were already hard, but his command sounded an awful lot like an alpha's voice, and that made the hard points even harder. I squirmed in his grip, and he yanked me back against him.
Sullivan narrowed his eyes and started undressing, his jaw ticking with every flick of a button on his dress shirt.
"Zayn, come undress her and then get undressed yourself." Kingston finally let my arms go and backed up a step. "I want everyone naked."
"Wrenny, is this what you want?" Zayn stepped in front of me, his hands rubbing my arms.
"Yes." I shut my eyes as he lifted my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra. There was nothing quite like being naked in front of three men that all wanted you.
My skirt was next to disappear, and I shivered as the air from the air conditioner hit my exposed skin.
When I finally opened my eyes again, Sullivan was naked on the coffee table and Zayn was kicking his pants across the room.
Kingston's fingertips brushed my back, and I shivered as his lips brushed my ear.
"I want you to ride Sullivan's cock while Zayn and I sit on the couch and watch you come apart.
" With a nip to the ear, he gave me a little push forward and then went to the couch, sitting down like the king he was and began stroking his dick.
"Zayn, come sit down. Sullivan wanted to finger fuck her where everyone could see, so now we get to watch him fuck her for real. "
"Is this supposed to be a punishment?" Sullivan lay back on the coffee table, his hard-on standing straight up.
I straddled him, my legs spread wide to reach across the table. He reached up and tweaked my nipples, a sly smile on his face as I grabbed him at the base of his dick and lowered myself the rest of the way until he was buried deep.
"Fuck. You feel so fucking good, little fox." He rolled his hips and his hands moved to grab onto my ass, guiding me as I began riding his cock. "Look at what you do to the three of us."
Zayn and Kingston were both jacking off as I fucked Sullivan. "I want all of you."
Kingston stood, pushing me forward so I was lying on top of Sullivan. "Zayn, fuck her mouth."
Kingston was back at my ass again, squatting slightly to be the perfect height to slide in. I gasped as he filled me at the same time as Sullivan and they began moving in sync.
Fingers ran through my hair, pulling it to the side. Bracing myself on Sullivan's chest, I turned my head and took Zayn in my mouth.
I was almost to my breaking point, my emotions and nerve endings on overdrive. Sullivan propped himself up so he could kiss my neck.
"Bite me," I mumbled around Zayn, practically choking as he thrust in.
"What?"
"Bite her." Kingston picked up his pace, his thrusts hitting me in just the right spot at the same time Sullivan hit the bundle of nerves inside me.
I cried out as my orgasm barreled down my spine and Sullivan's teeth sank into my neck. I felt like I was floating, the entire world going silent before the sounds of three men coming broke through the temporary soundlessness.
Warmth filled me as they all came, groaning and shouting their pleasure. I barely managed to swallow when Zayn stumbled back, his eyes wide as he stared down at me. "Your eyes are glowing."
Words failed me, and I collapsed onto Sullivan's chest as Kingston slid out. Sullivan grabbed my chin, bringing my face to his to look at my eyes.
"Jesus. Why are your eyes glowing?"
"What?" I croaked, attempting to push myself up, but failing because my entire body felt like I had no bones.
"They're glowing gold!" Kingston helped me get up, and cum began running down my thighs. "Let's get you cleaned up. There's a mirror in the bathroom."
If my heart still hadn't been thudding loudly, it would have been after hearing that my eyes were glowing from sex with them.
Somehow, I made it into the bathroom with Kingston's guidance and looked in the mirror. I cringed seeing the wildness of my hair, my reddened face from stubble and hard kisses, and the glowing eyes staring back at me.
Kingston dug in the cabinet under the sink and grabbed a rag before turning on the water. "Care to explain why your eyes are glowing like your hands do?"
Sullivan and Zayn had followed us, hovering outside the bathroom door. I sighed, knowing there wasn't a way in hell I was going to be able to make up a story about it being a fox thing. Especially with Kingston.
Kingston started to clean me, and I stared at myself in the mirror, eyes still lit up. I wasn't sure what it meant. "I'm a demi-goddess."
The rag paused for a moment before continuing to wipe me gently. They were all silent, and I braved a glance over at Zayn and Sullivan. They seemed to be thinking, with slightly incredulous looks on their faces.
"This is why I didn't tell you guys because it's not like you believe me." I shrugged, taking the rag from Kingston and rinsing it before wiping up the rest of my inner thighs. "Let's forget I even shared that."
I dropped the rag with a wet plop into the sink and moved toward the door. This was why no one outside a select few coalition members knew. It really was unbelievable, even if us shifting into animals was crazy.
Zayn brought his hand to my cheek, and I shut my eyes. "Don't shut them. They're beautiful."
Reopening my eyes, I leaned into his touch. "I know it's pretty unbelievable."
Kingston put his hand on the small of my back, leaning around to kiss my cheek. "Thank you for sharing your secret with us… and it is unbelievable, but it explains how you can heal."
"Woah, wait a second." Sullivan was still staring at me with shock all over his face. "You healed me? You did something to me in the cave too."
"I did." I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "It takes a lot out of me, though."
"If you're a demi-goddess, that means your father is…" I could tell from the look in Sullivan's eyes that his mind was going a hundred miles an hour.
"Apollo. I think he might be able to help your brother, Sully." I reached for him, and he pulled away.
"Don't get my hopes up. How do we even know you're telling the truth? Maybe you're just… just…"
Zayn frowned at Sullivan. "Why would she lie about something like this?"
"She wouldn't." I could feel Kingston's anger at my back before he pushed past me and back into the office. "I saw her heal you with my own eyes. There's no way you would have survived otherwise."
I didn't want them to fight, but I also could understand where Sullivan was coming from. I'd offered him the possibility that his brother could have a life not confined to a wheelchair. I'd heal his brother myself if I had the ability to.
Kingston handed me my clothes. "She's an amazing woman and we're lucky she's in our lives."
My cheeks heated as I took the clothes and got dressed. Kingston's words made me feel... loved, and it was the best feeling in the world.