Chapter 30
Hunter
I've been up since five this morning, and I’m exhausted.
We are on the precipice of breaking into the security of The Camp where The Retreat students were sent for brainwashing.
I'm sitting next to Thor, Jax on my other side, and Bill in his usual corner. Even Lee is here to lend a hand. Purge is in the other corner.
We’re all on the same screen, hacking away. The security there is so topnotch, it’s virtually unbreakable. But I know everyone here is capable; it’s just going to take more finesse.
Biting my lip, I’m reading the lines of code scrolling by, trying to pinpoint any similarities. As I read, Thor yells out.
“Guys, I’m almost in!” Thor’s beaming, typing faster than I can track.
I roll my chair next to his, as does everyone else.
Jax tells us, “There’s too much traffic here. Put your chairs back, and stand back a bit, if you all must hover.”
I stay put, as does Jax. Watching avidly, I see Thor finally break through. He whoops in victory.
“We’ve got eyes!” Thor exclaims, scrolling around the unfamiliar security. A few taps in, and he whoops again. “And ears, yes!”
We all zoom back to our own computers to follow along on the screen. I shove my Bluetooth earpieces in to hear what Thor is hearing.
The place is huge. There's a large plot of land that's fenced in all around, with animals visible—horses and chickens. The building looms; the entrance clear to our eyes. People mill about, talking and doing menial chores.
Men and women do mundane things like feed the animals, pick vegetables from a garden, and other chores.
Thor clicks some more, and we virtually head inside.
There’s camera coverage through a large hall, with a dining area inside. It reminds me a bit of The Retreat’s.
More cameras show us further inside.
We spot a long hall with doors, most of them standing open. I peer closer, seeing beds in some of the rooms. They must be dorms.
Even further we go, where a camera is showing a staircase leading down. I grasp the sides of my chair in anticipation.
As we all watch Thor transverse the stairway, I hear people come into the room behind us.
“Where is that?” Synn asks, going to stand behind Purge.
Purge quickly explains where in The Camp the voices are coming from, and Synn's eyes flash with a dangerous glint. Murmurs tell me some of the other guys are in here, but I don’t bother to look.
“If that is where I think it is, you better patch me the fuck in.” Pretty Girl raises her voice, stepping close to me. I startle; I didn’t see or hear her come in with the others.
Jax starts to speak, but she holds up her hand. “I’m the only one in this room who can identify voices—and you all know it.”
Jax huffs in annoyance. “She’s right. Harris, give her a set of ear buds, please.”
I reach into the drawer at my desk, handing her a pair.
Pretty Girl grabs someone’s chair, scooting next to me to watch and listen.
“I can’t see any farther, dammit,” Thor tells us, as the screen stalls at the bottom of the stairs.
“It must be high security. Quite likely where the students are brainwashed,” Purge says.
Pretty Girl makes a sound in her throat. “Motherfuckers. I won’t rest until they’re all taken out.”
As we continue to watch, three men cross into the camera, and we can hear what they're saying.
“I don’t want to go back. That place is evil,” one man says. He's got short black hair and is built like a gym rat.
The second man snorts. “You’re just a fucking pussy. I, for one, like my job.” This one is brunette and tall. Built, but not as much as the first guy.
The third man giggles, and dances in a circle. “We need to watch more fights, yes.” He’s a redhead, tall and willowy, with a fit-looking body.
“Fuck!” Pretty Girl cries, her eyes widening. She practically presses her face into the screen she gets so close to it. “I know those voices... it's the masks.”
Purge leaps up from his seat, death in his eyes.
Razor rushes over to him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “No, brother. No Raging Out just yet.”
Pretty Girl continues. “The black-haired one is Horns, the brunette is Skull, and the redhead is Jester.”
“You’re quite sure of this?” Jax questions.
“One hundred percent. I'd know those voices anywhere.”
“I can verify too,” a small, female voice comes from the doorway.
Cynthia goes to Pretty Girl, who hands her one of her ear buds.
Luckily, they’re still standing there, talking.
Cynthia's eyes go huge. “Yep, that is them.”
A roar in the background has us all turning. Sam looks downright terrifying as his face morphs to something psychotic. I didn’t even notice he was in the room.
“It is them. They will die,” Sam snarls.
“Okay, this is a fantastic start. Now, I’ll get a couple of my military guys to go do recon, meaning they will only be observing the physical location. In the meantime, I want some of you working on getting more information about the place,” Jax orders.
Everyone murmurs their agreement, and The Six, Sam, and Pretty Girl file out the door. My sister stays behind.
To my dismay, Cynthia perches on Thor's lap, who kisses the top of her head.
I clutch the sides of my own head in aggravation and shove my chair back. I can’t sit here and observe—I may hurt Thor. Jax nods at me, so I take that as permission to leave for the moment.
I catch up to everyone, and go right for Pretty Girl, throwing my arm over her shoulders. I need my head to clear, and she’s my best bet at that.
“Love you, Hunter. I need some time to talk to Sam, though,” she apologizes.
“Anything you want, Pretty Girl.”
I can wait.
Sam
The promise of death sings through my veins. To say it’s a long time coming is an understatement. All three of the masks will pay for what they’ve done.
I turn to see Maverick, Tyler, and Black in deep conversation. They must be the ones assigned to recon detail.
Em’s face shows a shadow of an idea before she steels it again. My bad girl is planning something—I can tell.
“Em, what are you thinking?” I ask in her ear as I walk up beside her.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Em attempts an innocent look, but I know better.
“We will talk later. Do not do anything on your own. Clear?”
“My, my—look how badass you’re getting. It's hot.” Em shrugs with a grin.
I stare her down. “Don’t make me tie you to the bed.”
“Promises, promises,” she shoots back.
Shaking my head, I decide to stick to her like glue. If she tries anything, I'll know.
Phoenyxx
Ugh. Just... ugh. I need to slip out to deal with the masks.
Sam is glued to my side, so sneaking off is impossible.
I wanted to stow away with the ZYGOS guys on their recon mission, but that’s not going to happen.
“Sam? Can't you just help me? I would’ve thought you’d want them dead as much as I do,” I try.
“No, Em. Do not try it. I will be very angry, and go sleep with Ghost.” Sam frowns at me.
Well, shit. We've never gotten into a fight before, and he certainly hasn’t made any threats.
“Come on. Why not? They deserve to die,” I argue.
“Pazessca, no. You're not going to do shit. End of.” Synn comes up from behind us, with the other five flanking him. They must have heard.
I look at Purge, Razor, Ghost, Trikk, and Frost. They all seem to mean business. All of them wear stern expressions.
“Bambi, why don’t you come with us? I can take your mind off murder.” Trikk shoots me his signature panty-melting smile.
“Yeah. I need time with you, Fiasca,” Razor adds, waggling his brows.
They can’t be suggesting what I think they are, right? All six... at the same time?
“Uh... guys, I love you all. But there’s no way little old me can take on all of you at once.” My eyes flit from man to man in uncertainty.
“You can do anything,” Fost looks me in the eye with a grin. “Why don’t you just try? You can handle it.”
Fuck. I'm sweating now, trembling at the thought. My nipples are tingling and hard, and my hussy of a pussy is throbbing for them.
Ghost steps up, holding out his hand. “Malishka, we will take very good care of you. I promise.”
That settles it, I guess. I trust them all.
Looking at Sam, I apologize. “Sorry, Sam. I guess they need me right now.”
Sam makes a shooing motion with his hand. “Go. It's fine. I will have you in my bed tonight anyway.”
I laugh, silently agreeing with him. Turning to my Six, I take Ghost’s offered hand. “Let's go.”
They lead me into Synn and Razor’s room. Once we’re all inside, Ghost turns to lock the door.
I gulp, incredibly nervous. “So...”
Ghost steps up and plants his lips on mine in a soul-shattering, passionate kiss. I moan into his mouth, my hands finding their way into his hair.
Trikk gets behind me, sweeping my hair off my neck and plants kisses up and down from my neck to my collarbone. “You taste so sweet, Bambi.”
Movement in my peripheral, and someone else is behind me now. My hips are grabbed, and I’m moved in slow and sensual circles. I smile, knowing it’s my sexy stripper Frost.
I'm whirled around, forcing me to break from Ghost's kiss. Razor growls, pawing at my shirt to remove it. He looks me up and down and runs his fingers over my nipples through my bra. I shiver, my spine arching to demand more.
Razor lifts me up and deposits me on his bed. The other five descend, all touching and kissing me. My senses are going into overdrive with all this simultaneous attention.
Someone removes my bra, and my pants are tugged down and off.
“Move,” I hear Synn say, who plants himself right over me. He reaches forward, tangling a hand in my hair, wrenching my head back. His bangs brush his eyes, and I groan. He’s too hot for his own good.
“Are you going to be good, Pazessca?” Synn asks in a dominant voice.
“So good,” I mutter, panting with need.
He leans in slowly and kisses me. It steals my breath. I fall into him, those sparks we have going off everywhere.
I hear movement from the others. The distinct sounds of clothes rustling and zippers lowering tells me they’re all getting naked.
Panic tries to rise in my chest, but I shove it down firmly. I have no idea what’s in store, but I am excited to find out.
Synn pulls back, removing his clothes. His large, pierced cock is so hard, it flexes. My mouth waters, dying to taste him.
I look around at my other guys. Fuck, how are they all so smoking hot?
Every one of them is rock-hard, their eyes burning into my soul.
Synn lies down on his back, dragging me on top of him. “Sit on my face,” he says.
“What? How will you breathe?” I haven’t done that before.
Razor chuckles. “He will be just fine, Fiasca.”
I hesitantly move up his body, hovering over his face. I slowly lower myself, but he grabs me, impatiently pulling me directly onto his waiting tongue.
“God,” I say, my eyes rolling back.
Trikk trails his hand down my back, squeezing my ass cheeks. “Can I take you here, Bambi?”
Fuck.
“Yes,” I pant, already close to an orgasm.
“Here, man,” Razor says, and something is tossed to Trikk. Cold liquid dribbles into my ass crack, and Trikk’s talented fingers spread it around my puckered hole.
He works one finger inside, then two. He scissors them, pulling a moan from me. A third finger is added, and I thrust back against his hand.
Synn grabs my hips to hold me in place, and Trikk pushes me forward more. I feel the head of his perfect cock at the entrance to my ass, and he slowly pushes in.
Crying out, I chant their names like a prayer. Trikk eases in all the way, letting me get used to him stretching me.
Synn lifts me slightly off his face without breaking my contact with Trikk, sliding his body up so my pussy is over his cock now. His hips thrust upwards, and he brushes my entrance.
“Do it. Fuck me, Synn,” I beg, needing to feel full.
Synn shoves in with one stroke, and I scream so hard, it hurts my throat. I almost come but hold it off. I don’t want this to end.
Synn and Trikk move in tandem, one pushing in while the other pulls out.
Razor climbs onto the bed, rising to his knees, positioning himself right in front of me. “How about I fill that pretty mouth?”
Oh God. “Yes, yes, give it to me, Razor,” I beg.
Razor slides in my waiting mouth, going back to my throat. His hand closes around my neck, squeezing enough to decrease my air intake without cutting it completely off.
I’m completely filled now, and I feel like a Goddess.
Holding out my hands, I make grabby motions, trying to convey what I want.
Ghost comes to my left, and my hand closes around his cock. Frost is at my right, and I stroke his cock too.
I can’t help but feel bad looking at Purge, who’s jerking off while he watches us. The sight of him pleasuring himself makes my limbs tremble.
My orgasm sweeps through me like a hurricane, and I cry out around Razor's cock. I jerk in their hold, my release going on and on. It crests, falls, and rises up again. It feels endless.
Razor curses, coming first down my throat. I swallow every drop, licking my lips when he pulls out.
Trikk topples over the edge next, filling me with his come with a shout. Synn quickly follows, bellowing my name as he fills me to the brim with his come.
I fall onto my face on the bed, letting go of the two cocks I’m holding.
“Are you okay?” Ghost asks in concern.
I mumble incoherently into the mattress, making everyone laugh. I finally turn over; eyes glazed with lust. “More,” is all I can say.
“Fuck,” Purge groans, and positions his body over mine. “Wrap your legs around me, Iskra.”
I do as he asks happily. He sweeps down to kiss me, and I whine into his mouth. I jerk when he enters me, overly sensitive but nowhere near finished.
Trikk leans in to rub circles over my throbbing clit. Frost puts himself by my face, and I open my mouth. He fills me, and I hum in satisfaction.
Ghost speaks from behind me. “Go to your hands and knees, Malishka. I want this perfect ass.”
I climb off Purge, and pop Frost out of my mouth, to change position. Purge slides under me, quickly refilling me once I’m on my hands and knees, and allowing Ghost to slide inside my ass. It doesn’t hurt—just thrills me with the delicious burn. Frost taps my lips, and I open for him again.
Synn caresses and sucks my nipple, Razor giving me the same ministrations on my other side.
Everyone is cursing and groaning, and the room is heady with the smell of sex. I'm filled with come once again, and I blackout my release is so intense.
I come back to myself, only to be filled again. The seven of us make love for a long time. I can’t count the orgasms—there are too many.
Come is running out of my well-loved pussy, and it’s deftly cleaned with a warm rag by Ghost.
Mumbling my love to them, I pass out the second my head hits the pillow.