Chapter 32 Mara #2
“On your back, Hellcat. Spread those pretty legs for us.”
I comply instantly, sinking into the pillows, and they pounce—Dredyn kneeling on my right, Talon on my left, Jasper at my feet. His calloused hands glide up my calves, spreading me wider.
“Good girl.” Talon’s approval makes heat pool low in my belly. “Because you’re ours. Our perfect little slut. Our everything. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp. “All yours.”
“Damn right you are.” His hand cups my breast possessively, thumb circling the peak while Dredyn mirrors him on the other side—lips, teeth, tongue working in devastating tandem until I’m writhing, overwhelmed by dual sensations.
Jasper’s grip on my hips is bruising as he spreads me wider, eyes dark with hunger. He lowers his mouth to my inner thigh, kissing a torturous path upward. He pauses just before reaching my center, looking up with those intense green eyes.
“Please,” I beg. “Jasper, please—”
He pulls my underwear to the side and licks one long, broad stripe through my folds—wet heat, perfect pressure—and I nearly come apart immediately.
“Fuck!” My hips buck involuntarily, seeking more.
“Hold. Still.” Dredyn’s hand slams down on my hip bone, pinning me to the mattress. “You take what he gives you. Don’t be greedy.”
“But I—”
“Did I say you could talk?” His eyes bore into mine. “Jasper’s going to eat this perfect pussy until you’re dripping down his chin, and you’re going to lie there and take it like a good girl. Understand?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
His smile is wicked. “That’s better. Now be still.”
Jasper does exactly that—tongue circling my clit, two fingers sliding inside and curling to hit that spot. He’s patient but relentless, exploiting every weakness, building pressure until I’m trembling, right on the edge.
“Look at her. So fucking desperate she’s shaking for it. You want to come, Princess?”
“Yes! Please, I need—”
“Not yet.” Jasper pulls back immediately at Talon’s command, lips glistening with my arousal, and I could cry from the loss. “You don’t come until we’re all buried inside this greedy little cunt. Until you’re so full of us you can’t think straight.”
I sob, aching and empty. “I need you. Any of you—all of you.”
“Such a needy slut,” Dredyn purrs, shifting between my thighs. Jasper and Talon move to my sides, hands roaming, keeping me on edge. “But you’re our needy slut, and we’re going to fill you up until you’re fucking drowning in us.”
He notches himself at my entrance and slams home in one brutal thrust, stretching me to the point of pain and pleasure.
“Fuck, this pussy was made for me. So tight. So wet. Taking my cock like you were built for it.”
“I was,” I gasp, nails raking his shoulders. “Built for all of you.”
“That’s right, baby. Our perfect little cocksleeve.” His thrusts get harder, deeper, the headboard slamming against the wall. “You’re going to come on my dick, and then you’re going to take Talon’s, and then Jasper’s, and you’re going to thank us for it.”
Jasper’s fingers find my clit, circling with expert pressure in time with Dredyn’s brutal pace, and the combination shatters me.
“Come. Now,” Dredyn commands, and I obey—exploding around him, screaming his name as waves of pleasure crash through me. He follows with a guttural roar, pulsing deep as he fills me.
“Good fucking girl,” he pants against my neck. “So perfect when you come for me.”
He pulls out slowly, and I whimper at the loss. Talon immediately rolls me onto my side, spooning behind me, one hand lifting my leg high.
“My turn to wreck this pretty pussy,” he murmurs, sliding into me in one smooth stroke—made easy by Dredyn’s release. “God, you feel incredible. Soaking wet, so well-used already, and still so tight.”
Jasper kneels in front of me, kissing me deep while Talon fucks into me from behind—long, measured strokes that hit every sensitive spot. His hand finds where we’re joined, fingers slipping through the mess to tease my oversensitive clit.
“Play with that pretty clit while I fuck you. Want to feel you come all over my cock like the good little whore you are.”
My fingers join his, circling swollen nerves, and it’s almost too much—Jasper’s tongue in my mouth, hands on my breasts; Talon’s cock driving into me; our combined fingers on my clit.
“Such a dirty girl,” Talon praises. “Getting off on being filled by all of us. You love it, don’t you? Love being our perfect little fucktoy.”
“Yes!” I sob against Jasper’s mouth. “Love it. Love you.”
“We love you too, Princess. So fucking much.” His hips stutter, thrusts getting erratic. “Now come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
I shatter again, clenching around him, and he curses beautifully as he spills inside me.
He holds me through the aftershocks before pulling out. Jasper moves immediately, strong hands guiding me onto my hands and knees—one palm between my shoulder blades, pressing me down into an arch, the other gripping my hip.
He pauses, signing with one hand, “Okay?”
“Yes. Please, Jasper. Need you.”
He enters slowly, despite my begging, letting me feel every thick inch as he bottoms out. This angle is devastating, hitting spots that make me shake, and when he’s fully seated, he leans over me, chest to my back, kissing my shoulder.
Then he moves. Controlled at first, but quickly building to desperate snaps of his hips, chasing something primal. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place while he takes what he needs.
“Look at you,” Dredyn murmurs, sliding underneath so he can see my face. “Drunk on cock. Fucked stupid. So beautiful like this.”
Talon’s fingers thread through my hair, tugging my head up.
“One more,” Dredyn commands. “Give us one more, and then we’ll let you rest. Come on our cocks like a good girl.”
“I can’t—too much—”
Talon’s grip tightens in my hair. “Yes, you can. You’ll come because we told you to. Because you’re ours and you do what we say. Now, come.”
The third orgasm hits like a freight train—harder than the others—ripping a scream from my throat as I convulse around Jasper. He follows immediately, burying himself deep with a silent shudder, fingers bruising my hips as he fills me with one final pulse.
We collapse in a boneless heap.
“That was ...” I start, voice absolutely wrecked.
“Perfect. You were perfect,” Talon finishes, nuzzling my hair.
Jasper squeezes my hand twice and traces “forever” on my palm.
“I love you,” I whisper. “All of you. So much.”
“We know, Hellcat.” Dredyn pulls me against his chest, the others curling in close. “We’ve always known.”
Eventually, reality intrudes.
Talon’s phone buzzes with a text from CJ
One hour to party start. Everyone in position?
“Shit,” Talon mutters, reaching for his clothes. “It’s six.”
We move into action—showering quickly, dressing, doing final checks. The intimacy is gone, replaced by grim determination.
By six fifteen, we’re back downstairs. My go bag is packed and waiting by the door. The party supplies are set up. Early arrivals are already showing up, drawn by the promise of free alcohol and a legendary OCK rager.
“You should go,” Dredyn says, handing me the keys to the car CJ arranged. “Get to the rally point. Stay on the radio. If you hear anything that sounds wrong—”
“I’ll be ready,” I promise.
I force myself to walk out the door and down the steps to the car parked on the street. I throw my go bag in the passenger seat, start the engine, and pull away from OCK house.
In the rearview mirror, I can see them standing on the porch—three men who own my heart, about to risk everything for freedom.
I drive to the rally point—a parking lot two miles from campus, hidden behind an abandoned warehouse. The car CJ prepared is already there, along with two others. Escape vehicles, fully fueled, with keys hidden in the wheel wells.
And leaning against one of them, arms crossed, is Rook.
I park and get out, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“Security detail.” He pushes off the car, moving to help me transfer my go bag to the escape vehicle. “You think the boys were going to leave you sitting out here alone? I’m your backup.”
“Rook, you don’t have to—”
“Yeah, I do. They’re my brothers, and you’re—well, you’re theirs, which makes you family. And family doesn’t let family sit in parking lots alone when shit’s about to go down.”
Despite everything, I smile. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. Thank me when we’re all driving away from this clusterfuck in one piece.
” He settles against the hood of the escape vehicle, close enough to intervene if needed but far enough to give me space.
“CJ’s got eyes on the house, I’ve got eyes on you, and we’re all connected on comms. If anything goes sideways, we extract fast and clean. ”
“And if they don’t make it out?”
Rook’s expression hardens. “Then we make sure you do. That’s the deal. That’s what they made me promise.”
The radio crackles to life with CJ’s voice. “Rally point, check in.”
I pick up the radio. “Rally point. In position. Rook’s here.”
“Good. Maintain radio silence unless there’s an emergency. Clock’s ticking; party starts in fifteen.”
“Copy.”
I settle into the driver’s seat of the escape vehicle, door open, one foot on the ground. Rook takes position near the hood, phone in hand, tracking something—probably the police scanner or CJ’s updates.
“They’ll make it—Dredyn, Talon, Jasper. If anyone can pull this off, it’s them.”
“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself.”
He finally meets my eyes. “Maybe I am. But I also believe it. They’ve got something worth fighting for—worth surviving for.”
“Me,” I whisper.
“You, each other, freedom. All of it.” He checks his phone again. “Seven p.m. Party’s starting.”
I can almost picture it—OCK house filling with people, music thumping, alcohol flowing, my three men, moving through the crowd, playing their parts, waiting for eight thirty.
Waiting for everything to explode.
I settle in to wait, watching the clock tick toward eight thirty. Toward the moment everything changes.
And I pray—to whatever god might be listening—that they all come back to me.
Because I don’t know how to be free without them.
And I don’t want to find out.