25. Raegan
Chapter twenty-five
Raegan
I step out of the bathroom and pull on my hair to tighten the ponytail. I’m dressed in my training leggings and sports bra, ready to meet Kellan for our regular morning practice. It’s been a week since we started training again. A week since Dane confessed to me.
He hasn’t brought that conversation up again, giving me the time I need to figure out what I want to say and how. He’s showing uncharacteristic patience that I’m grateful for because I’m too afraid I’ll say something to fuck this up.
Do I want him like that? Of course I do. I had a crush on all the guys on the island, and that’s intensified to dizzying levels since seeing them here. Even when he hated me, that didn’t mean I had stopped caring about him.
But can I let anything happen between us when I can’t fully believe that he’s moved on from what happened between me and Vera?
Can I act on it when I’m already selfishly with Kellan and Jackson while neither of them is making me choose?
I don’t date. I don’t do relationships. I expected to lose my life in my fight with GE.
But now? Now, there’s a chance for a future.
Now, I’m in too deep with Jack and Kellan to question it, but I don’t know what to do about my feelings for Dane. Or Aiden. It isn’t fair to them.
“What are you thinking about?” a husky voice fans across my exposed nape.
I jump out of my skin, my soul ricocheting like a pinball in my body.
Jackson circles me from behind and stops when he can see my face. He cocks his head to the side as a slow smile stretches his lips.
“Fucking hell, Jack! You’re going to kill me if you keep doing this to me.”
Then I see the specks of blood on his face. “Are you hurt?” I demand, trying to check his face and then pull his sleeves up to look for any injuries. “Whose blood is this?”
“Not mine,” he replies coolly.
I step back to look at his face. “Thorne’s?”
“Mm…no.” He pauses as if trying to think of the right word before returning his attention to me. “Hunters.”
The kill force Gordon sent out for the guys.
Damn it.
We’re so isolated in this bubble down here that I forgot what waited for the guys above ground. If any of them were to go out into the city…
“We should rethink our plan with Thorne. You shouldn’t be alone out there.”
“Why?” he asks calmly. Not in a condescending way, but like he’s genuinely curious.
“What if he sends too many and you’re outnumbered? What if he makes a trap for you? I don’t know, Jack, I don’t want you to get hurt and have no one there to back you up.”
Jackson smiles. His fingers circle around my ear as if to push hair away, even though it’s tied back. “We almost have what we need. I’ll keep my promise to you, little one.”
I want all of us to make it through this .
I take a calming breath.
Right.
I trust Jackson. He’ll help me make my dreams a reality.
His smile sharpens, and his hand wraps around my ponytail. He jerks it back, then kisses my throat. “Let’s play a game.” His voice is soft. Dangerous.
“A game?” I repeat in a breathless whisper.
“I’m going to count to sixty, and you’re going to run. If you make it out of the bunker before I catch you, then you can demand anything you want from me.”
I open my mouth, but he presses a finger to my lips.
“It can be something fun, silly, and I can’t refuse.”
Oh. I see. He would already do anything I asked of him for fighting GE or things more serious, but he’s looking to keep this more relaxed. What can I ask him to do that he wouldn’t do already?
“And if you catch me?”
He licks my pulse. “Then I get to do whatever I want with you.”
A shiver snakes around my spine and settles in my core.
“Five minutes,” I counter.
Jackson draws back. “Two.”
“Four and a half.”
“Two and a half.”
“Jack! You move twice as fast as me. Five minutes.”
He smirks. “As you wish. Five minutes. Go.”
“Wait, right now? I’m supposed to meet Kellan to train—”
“Four fifty-four,” he counts aloud. “Four fifty-three.”
Shit.
Sorry, Kellan. I’ll be a few minutes late.
I take off, running to the door and down the hall. Thankfully, Aiden gave me a tour a few days ago for the major areas. Including how to get to the security room that leads to the tunnels to exit the bunker at different points around the city.
The stairs to get there slow me down. I curse them and my fucking knee, knowing full well Jackson will likely fly past them.
I should have asked for ten minutes.
I shove the door open to the security room and everyone turns to look at me. I wave, having just met them a few days ago. “Everything’s fine. Which door leads to the Tower?” At least that building is secure if I make it there, rather than winding up at a random public building in the city.
One of the guards grins and points to the left. I’m not sure what she thinks is so funny, but I don’t have time to hang around and ask. As I’m leaving the room to get to the room full of doors, another guard calls out, “Does Aiden know you’re leaving?”
I let the door closing behind me act as my answer, then take the first door to the left. I remember this tunnel. It’s long as fuck and dark.
He may not see me, but he’ll definitely hear me with the hollow echo of carved dirt and stone blended with steel reinforcements. At least Aiden had his phone flashlight when we’d walked this path before.
I run for so long that I think I must be near the thousands of stairs I’ll have to take to get above ground. My knee aches, pain sharpening with every step. All I can hear is my harsh breathing and feet crunching the dirt. If this game winds up being more of a marathon than a sprint, then it’s only a matter of time before Jackson catches up to me.
That asshole knew I was never making it out of here .
“Woah there,” a baritone voice drawls just before I crash into something. Arms wrap around me, steadying me, as I’m surrounded by the smell of musk.
“Kellan? What are you doing here?” Wait. I don’t have time for that. I can ask him later. Right now, he’s just slowing me down. I push back from him, but his arms tighten, locking me against him. “Let me go! I’m running out of time!”
I struggle in his arms, trying to wriggle my way free. If I can find the sensitive spot on his elbow…
His beard tickles my shoulder. It’s the only warning before he bites down.
“Ahhh! What the— nngh ! Kell!”
Kellan’s tongue and lips melt the pain away as his hand wanders to grip my ass. His other hand slides into my sports bra, scooping a breast free that he immediately proceeds to tease with his mouth.
My thighs grow damp as he continues, my struggle only adding to the pleasure when I’m trying to break free. “Kell, please, ahh!”
“You got her?” another voice, dripping in darkness and danger, calls out coolly from where I came.
Kellan’s teeth pull harder on my nipple when I jerk with surprise at Jackson’s voice. My cunt pulses and I moan before I can stop it. He chuckles. “She ran right into my arms, just like you thought she would.”
Wait. What? My lust-addled mind fumbles through this information, but he’s making it damn difficult as his tongue circles my nipple before drawing it back into his mouth.
Kellan. Here. Waiting. Jackson planned this?
Jackson comes up behind me, his hands finding my hips, and then he whispers, “Caught you.” His lips trail down my neck. “Do you want us both?”
Oh, fuck. I must be dreaming.
Who am I to ruin the dream?
I nod vigorously.
“Say it,” Kellan growls. His tongue flicks my stiff, elongated nipple that’s feeding on his attention like a fucking weed as he fists the other breast. I writhe from his touch, my ass inadvertently grinding against Jackson and finding his stiff cock. Fuck. Yes. A thrill of desire shudders through me, pooling at my center. I’m pinned between them, unable to escape the pleasure he’s arousing.
“Tell us what you want us to do to you, beautiful.”
I lick my dry, thirsty lips. “I want…both of you. Together.”
My leggings are dragged down with my underwear. My shoes are tugged off, and then the rest of my clothes are removed and tossed to the darkness.
“Keep going,” Kellan rumbles, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling the nipple not in his mouth and drawing another moan past my lips when a shot of pure pleasure strikes my core.
“Fuck. Jackson inside me, and your dick in my mouth.” Fuck, why does saying it aloud make me feel like some newbie at sex? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had sex, but never like this. I’ve never been made to ask for it, either.
“Good girl,” Kellan praises. Then he and Jack are gone. I’m alone in the pitch black, no clothes left on me, while these two can do anything they please with me.
My heart races like it’s on steroids, and energy sings through my veins with the anticipation.
Hands push me down by my shoulders. My knees land on a pillow of air, and I could cry with relief that my knee won’t be interfering with this.
Heat radiates in front of my face, and I can hear a faint rubbing of skin on skin. My tongue flicks out to wet my lips, and strikes something warm and soft.
“Open up, beautiful. Show me that sharp tongue of yours.”
I do as he says, spreading my mouth wide and laying my tongue out like a red carpet. My hot breath acts as a guide in the dark, and his cock finds my tongue without any trouble, weighing heavily as Kellan releases it.
My lips suction around his crown, and my cheeks hollow as I suck more of him inside.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Kellan groans, his voice a guttural, cavernous sound. “You’re a goddamn queen, beautiful. Sucking my dick down like that.”
Hearing that is as big of a compliment as I could ask for, and I try not to smile. Time to turn the tables on these two and show them I can control their pleasure just as much as they do mine.
Or so I planned.
Until Jackson shifts my legs apart and spears me with his tongue.
I almost choke on Kellan in my surprise, lurching forward to grab his thighs.
Jack chuckles, and the sound sends a pleasurable shudder through me that ends between my thighs. His tongue drags up to my clit, moving in maddening circles around it and everywhere other than that one spot.
My thighs tremble as he draws my pleasure out, one lick, one suckle, one circle at a time.
Even though I can’t see a fucking thing, my eyes are closed with bliss as I focus on how good everything feels. On Jackson, playing me like I’m an instrument, and he, its master. On Kellan, as my lips and tongue glide over the warm ridges of his cock and he serenades me with sounds of his pleasure.
Jackson strokes his tongue over my clit, and my moan reverberates from my mouth through Kellan.
“Fuck yes, that feels so good. Whatever you’re doing to her, don’t stop,” Kellan demands. He fists my hair, encouraging me deeper but not taking over.
I swallow more of him. Even as my jaw aches and drool spills from the corner of my lips, I moan and suck him down like I’ve never tasted anything better.
“For the love of—” he cuts himself off and hisses, his fist clenching and pulling my hair. “You’re a fucking goddess. So perfect. You take me so well.”
Jackson hits all the right places, and Kellan’s words have me feeling weightless and buzzing. I shift one hand to the base of Kellan to give myself more leverage, using it in tandem with my mouth to stroke and suck until not a single inch of him is spared.
Fingers sink into my heat without warning, and my entire body convulses at the stimulation. Two thrusts later, and I’m crying out around Kellan, my body tightening and exploding in a rush. My thighs quiver and almost fall, but hands on my hips guide them back up.
Jackson’s hard length rubs into the mess I made, coating himself, and then he drives inside, shoving me deeper on Kellan’s dick until it hits my throat.
It all feels so good. Too good to think clearly and keep myself moving in any sort of rhythm on Kellan. He picks up on this, and his hand in my hair works in sync with Jackson’s thrusts. I give in to the bliss, to the headiness that’s taken over.
“We’re not doing this in the dark again. I want to see her face when we’re taking her like this,” Kellan growls.
My cunt clenches, and Jackson chuckles.
“She likes the sound of that.”
Kellan strokes the side of my face, where he’s probably trying to imagine my expression. “Good girl.” He gasps, then grits out, “Are you going to swallow my cum, too?”
I try to nod, barely shifting my face before it slides over him again.
“Here it comes,” he warns, and Jackson slows so I can focus on swallowing the hot cum that slides down my throat. Kellan steps back, and the hand in my hair finds my chin. His thumb rubs over my lips, and he kisses me just as Jackson picks up his pace.
Cool fingers tease and flick my clit. I cling to Kellan, drawing strength from him as another orgasm crawls up my spine. It locks around me, stealing the breath from my lungs and throwing me over a cliff. I scream as it wrings me dry, and then Jackson shudders and curls over my back. He kisses my spine as Kellan steals a kiss of his own from my lips.
Kell withdraws slowly like it’s an internal struggle to convince himself that I still need air to breathe. We’re all panting and breathless, but he gets his voice back first to ask, “Who’s up for a shower?”