Chapter 6
Purge
We all managed to get our stuff in our rooms.
Harris got a message from Jax that he has something to take care of, then he’ll introduce us to the ZYGOS team.
I walk circles around my room, but I’m too anxious to stay cooped up. I decide to head to the roof to think.
Taking the stairs, I go out the door. I curl up in a seat close to the ledge.
The view is incredible. I can see cherry trees all around, and a cloudless sky with an uninterrupted view.
No buildings or smog to get in the way. I can spot a large garden in the back of the property.
There are also flowers tastefully spread around the roof.
Leaning my head back on the loveseat, I let my mind torture me with questions. My father... fuck. I would never admit it, but I’m scared. He really does want to kill me. When he’s done he is done. There's no changing his mind.
The fact that he’s responsible for The Retreat is mind-boggling.
The sick bastard is doing it all. But why?
What does he have to gain? More money and power?
I don’t think the other families know either, meaning it’s something horrific.
What's the purpose of The Morgue? Where the hell are the patients that weren’t sold going?
Blowing out a breath, I know I can’t get every answer right now, realistically. It will take time to uncover them. I just want us all to be safe, for fuck’s sake.
I'm so trapped in my thoughts I don’t hear someone come over to me.
“Purge? Are you okay? I was looking for you.” The melodic tones of Iskra’s voice makes my heart pick up its pace.
“Iskra, you’re a sight for sore eyes, beautiful. I'm okay. I am just trying to wrap my mind around everything we’ve learned already.”
“Need a distraction? I know I do,” she muses.
I look up, noticing 3’s presence is missing. “Where’s 3?”
“With Ghost. Ghost sensed I needed some time, so he offered to hang out with 3.”
“We really need to find out his name,” I say, as an afterthought.
“I agree; but right now, I want to concentrate on you.”
I go to open my mouth, but Iskra sinks down next to me on the loveseat. Leaning in, she surges forward to capture my lips with hers.
I groan into her mouth, reaching up to cup her face. “Iskra.”
“Purge. I want you. Right here, right now.” Fire dances in her green eyes.
“Baby, is that really a good—” is all I get out before she reaches behind her and pulls off her shirt. Any restraint I may have had snaps.
I mirror her move, losing my own shirt and tossing it to the ground.
I am still concerned for her wounds, so I say, “Iskra. You could easily tear your wounds back open, or really hurt yourself.”
Iskra shrugs, then shifts, crawling into my lap. She kisses me with a frantic energy. Her wicked little pussy grinds into my hard cock, and I lose all control.
With a growl, I peel her gently off my lap, pulling her pants and underwear down in one move, tossing them aside. I reach behind her back and undo her bra with one hand. Those luscious nipples are rock-hard.
I pull her back onto my lap; struggling out of my pants, kicking them who-knows-where.
I take a nipple into my mouth, suckling it gently. Iskra arches her back, begging for more. I softly roll her other nipple between my fingers, barely using any pressure, driving her into a panting frenzy.
“Purge, oh my God,” Iskra is uncontrollably pumping her hips, but I smile into her mouth, pulling back slightly.
“Now that I finally have you alone, Iskra, I’m going to take my time destroying you.”
“Don’t tease,” she pouts.
“Oh, baby—I'm not teasing. I'm a sure thing.”
I'm not used to going slow and drawing it out. I'm usually a hard and fast, out-for-my-own-pleasure kind of guy. But this girl… I need to watch her fall apart at my hands.
I knead Iskra’s breasts with one hand while moving my other hand down her succulent body slowly, settling between her wide-open thighs. I look at her, and my cock pulses seeing the lust on her face. Her lids are at half-mast, pleasure radiating from her.
“Fuck me, dammit,” Iskra demands.
“Bad girl!” I slap her breast, and she just gets wetter. I insert the head of my cock inside of her, teasing her. My restraint snaps, and I roar as I thrust back in, hard. “I can’t control myself with you, Iskra, you temptress.”
I fuck her hard and deep, rotating my hips to stimulate every inch of her walls. I hit her special spot and stroke over it repeatedly.
“Come for me, baby. Fall apart for me.”
Iskra makes unintelligible sounds, clamping down on me so hard I can’t move.
That's all it takes, and I lose it, following her over the ledge.
“Iskra...” I pump her with my come, which is pulsing harder than usual. My arms shake as I keep coming, my strength leaving me after the biggest orgasm I've ever had burns through me.
“God, baby, you’re perfect,” I say on a groan.
“I love you, Purge. So much. I'm sorry I haven’t been able to make time for you.”
“Never apologize to me, Iskra. My heart is full of love for you. Having you here now is everything.”
She smiles, and a loud vibrating sound comes from the pile of clothes.
“Shit,” I mutter.
Iskra slides off my lap, and I snatch up my phone, seeing a message from Harris.
You and Pretty Girl get your asses back here. Jax is ready to introduce you to the team.
Oops.
“We need to get back, Iskra. Everyone is waiting for us.”
Iskra blushes adorably.
We quickly get dressed, hitting the stairs to go back to our rooms.
The grin on my face will likely give away what we were doing, but I don’t give a single fuck. I'll relish in their jealousy.
Razor
“Where the fuck are they?” An impatient Synn bitches.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, Fiasca and Purge come careening around the corner. They both look disheveled. Once they get closer, I can see Fiasca has an unmistakable glow to her and a big smile.
“Oh, hell no!” I yell, pissed the fuck off. “Did you fuck?”
“Geez, man, chill out,” Purge tosses back, not looking me in the eye.
“This is bullshit. I haven’t even gotten a chance to fuck her yet,” I complain.
“Me neither, fuck.” Synn’s eyes blaze with anger.
Ghost steps out, running full force at Purge, and pushes him. “Fucker.”
Seeing that, 3 jumps in the fray, pushing Purge also. He looks to Ghost for praise, and Ghost nods. 3 snarls, curling his lip. He gets in front of Fiasca, pushing her back and away from Purge.
“Come on, guys, fuck.” Fiasca throws her hands up in the air. “Quit fighting!”
“What about you? You fuck her, 3?” I toss the question out.
3 shakes his head firmly, several times. I grunt, happy with that, at least.
“Do you even know how to fuck?” a thoughtful Frost questions.
3 rolls his eyes so hard he must get a headache. He doesn’t bother to react beyond that.
“Okay, you damn heathens. Get your shit together. It's time to meet the ZYGOS team,” Harris sighs.
“Aren’t you pissed, bro?” Trikk asks him.
“No, I am not. We all have agreed without talking about it to share, right? Anyone not good with that?” Harris fires back.
Valley starts laughing. “You fucking lucky bitch.”
Bryan laughs along with her. “You are indeed lucky, Phoenyxx. You have your hands full, though.”
“Well?” Harris is starting to lose his patience, tapping his foot.
“Man... dammit. Yes, I agree,” I say first.
“I agree,” Frost.
“This is bullshit. Fine—I agree.” Synn.
“If it’s the only way I can have her, then I agree.” Ghost.
“I agree too.” Purge.
“I don’t mind sharing with my bros.” Trikk.
3 makes a strangled sound. The guy tries to talk, but nothing comes out. He just nods once.
Good enough for me. Though that little fucker isn’t touching my Fiasca.
Reading my mind, Synn says it out loud, “3, you are not included.”
“Give the boy a break,” Harris says. “Now, are we ready to go? Everyone is waiting.”
Everyone starts walking with Harris, but I hang back, needing to touch Fiasca. She goes to pass me, but I pull her back, lacing my fingers through hers. I lean over, whispering in her ear, “Naked wrestling soon, beautiful.”
Fiasca squeezes my hand. “You’d better. You owe me. Also, fight lessons.”
I smirk. “You know it, baby.”
Hunter
These damn boys are beyond a handful. It's going to take the entirety of the ZYGOS team to keep them from killing each other and that poor mute boy, 3. I make a mental note to dig into him; I at least need to find out his name.
I lead this ragtag group to the kitchen, where everyone’s waiting at the large table. We all file in, and Jax stands when he sees us and motions us over.
“Everyone—these are the people staying with us for a while. Please welcome them.”
Everyone mutters a “Nice to meet you.”
“Can you all step forward and introduce yourselves?” Jax asks the group with me.
Pretty Girl goes first. “I’m Phoenyxx, I was in The Retreat,” she says nervously.
Valley follows her. “Valley, also from the stupid Retreat.”
Bryan is next. “Bryan, same as the other two.”
Synn goes next. “Synn, leader of The Sadistic Six.”
An incredulous Ghost blurts, “Like fuck...”
Giggles come from the girls.
The others follow, until we get to 3. I speak up on his behalf. “This is 3; he’s mute. He was at The Retreat. We know nothing about him, but we will find out,” I say to him, determination on my face. 3 gives a small wave, then steps back.
The ZYGOS guys start introducing themselves then.
“Thor, hacker extraordinaire.” He bows dramatically.
“Fuck’s sake, you moron,” Bill sneers as he stands. “Bill, hacker.”
“Fuck you, BILL!” Thor snipes back, earning a laugh from Cynthia.
“Alright, assholes—settle down. You give me a migraine,” Jax tells them.
Maverick comes next. “Maverick, or Mav. Sniper, fighter, ex-hostage negotiator.”
Cynthia makes a sound in her throat, and I look at her oddly. What the hell was that all about?
The rest of the team finish up the introductions.
Cynthia jumps up and down, her hand waving in the air. “Question!”
Jax nods towards her. “Go on.”
“Can I pick my harem now? I want Maverick, Thor—”
“Oh my God,” Valley chokes.
Pretty Girl wheezes with laughter. “Cynthia, damn.”
“No, sis. Seriously.” I’m flabbergasted at the thought.
Thor is blushing, and Mav shifts uncomfortably on his feet.
“Ignore her, please,” I direct them.
“But I want what my wifey has. I want lots and lots of dick,” Cynthia sings.
The entire room loses it. I pinch the spot between my brows on a sigh.
Jax even cracks a smile. “Okay, everyone—back to work.”
“What do we do?” Pretty Girl asks.
“Take time for yourselves. Feel free to explore; just relax and hang out.”
“Hell yeah!” Trikk shouts, fist-pumping the air.
“I know where you’re going to be.” Pretty Girl grins at him.
Trikk blows a kiss at her.
I decide to go put in some more work with Thor and Bill in the computer room.
The rest go off in their own direction.