9. Raining Blood #3
“Get out, Keith!” Deja laughed, throwing a pillow at him. Rolling his eyes, Keith shoved his hands into his pockets and left her alone in the hotel room to dress. Running her hands over the black bustier that lifted her breasts, she winced. She needed to pump.
Setting up the pump, her mind drifted back to Chloe, and she already missed her little girl. But as she looked at herself in the mirror, remembering the way her face was painted with blood just a few moments ago from slicing a man to shreds, she realized…
…she’d do anything to protect her family.
Stepping out of the room, Deja tugged the skirt down her thighs as she glanced at the men dressed down.
While Keith wore his signature black sweats and sleeveless hoodie showcasing his tattoos, Caleb wore black jeans and a simple gray muscle shirt that clung to his biceps.
Ian’s version of ‘dressing down’ was a black blazer over a navy V-neck shirt and casual slacks.
Meanwhile, Jax leaned against the wall in an open, long black coat, revealing his thin black sweater barely covering his muscular chest.
She was so busy ogling them that she didn’t catch them undressing her with their eyes. “The combat boots look good,” Caleb said, clearing his throat. “And the um… choker… and skirt is… fuck, Deja, what the hell?”
“Honestly, who dressed you?” Ian muttered. “Was it Keith? Bastard.”
“I think you mean, you’re welcome,” Keith smirked. “My little Goth Sex Goddess.”
Deja rolled her eyes. “All I’m missing is the tattoo on my ass that says ‘cumslut’,” she joked. All four men blinked at her before Deja abruptly snapped her fingers. “Hello! That was sarcasm, guys!”
“Oh!”
“Right.”
“Shit...”
“We’re leaving,” Jax said, heading for the door.
Sitting between Ian and Keith in the backseat of the SUV, Deja stared at the switchblade Jax had given to her. Her fingers ran over the smooth etching of his surname.
She set the blade on top of Roselyn’s Memoir, holding them both in her lap, which seemed to be all thigh from how high her skirt had risen.
Keith’s large, veiny, tattooed hand possessively gripped her thigh as if he were afraid to let her go.
His scarred thumb absentmindedly caressing her raised stretch marks, eliciting goosebumps.
There was a tension in the air that Deja felt drunk off of. Everything felt unreal and yet too real at the same time. She glanced at Jax through the rearview mirror, his gaze focused on the road when he wasn’t stealing glances at her.
She couldn’t get her mind off what Jax had said. Or off the way she had killed that Reaper. How powerful she felt to hold his life in her hands. To cut his venomous words in seconds with a mere flick of her wrist. To have such control was… intoxicating.
“There are 8 blades,” Ian said, pulling her from her thoughts. She looked at him as he nodded at the switchblade in her hand.
“8 ways to kill a man?” she asked.
Ian raised an intrigued brow. “...is that what you’re thinking about? Killing?”
“No,” she said too quickly.
Ian smiled charmingly as his cheeks dimpled. He gently placed his hand on her other thigh. “It’s okay if you are, sweetheart. Killing is like…”
“Being on ecstasy while fucking the perfect pussy,” Keith said, squeezing her thigh.
Ian shook his head with a grin. “Particularly… reaching climax…” he added. Deja watched Ian grab the switchblade and flip it seamlessly between his fingers, rotating between each blade. “Fast kill. Slow kill. Painless kill. Excruciating…” Ian said, identifying each blade.
“And this one?” Deja pointed to a blade.
Ian flicked it with his thumb, grazing the blade against the pad of his thumb. “...pleasure…”
Deja looked at him, confused. “Pleasure?”
Ian flipped the blade and raised it to her collarbone, the edge tickling her skin.
Her breathing escalated as she waited for him to cut her when she felt his fingers slide between her legs, beneath her skirt.
Ian smiled with content when he felt the dampness sticking her thighs together. “...our sweet girl is dripping…”
Deja felt the car shift as Jax looked at her through the rear-view mirror and Caleb glanced over his shoulder. “I’m not- Ah!” she gasped as Keith dug his fingers into the meat of her thigh.
“...oh yes, you fucking are,” Keith groaned, burying his face in her hair. She shivered as his tongue ring flicked her earlobe.
“There is pleasure in pain,” Ian said, drawing her attention again. She watched anxiously as the blade traced down her collarbone to her cleavage. “What arouses you more… the danger of the blade? Or the anticipation of my fingers?”
Deja swallowed hard, her body trembling with anticipation. She closed her thighs, but Keith roughly pulled them apart. “Or maybe…” Keith groaned in her ear. “It’s the thought of getting that pussy tortured while they watch…”
Deja clutched Ian’s thigh as their fingers rubbed against her panties. She nearly jumped when she felt a cold blade against her skin before Keith cut through the cloth and tore her panties off. “Keith!” she snapped before she was gasping as he pressed the cold blade against her pussy.
“Don’t cut her,” Jax warned.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Keith grinned, tossing Deja’s damp panties to the front of the truck.
Caleb caught her panties and felt the dampness between his fingers before he groaned with frustration. “You guys are assholes…” he muttered.
“Someone’s jealous,” Ian smiled, pressing his lips to Deja’s neck. “He’d much rather participate. Instead, he has to watch us torture you.”
Deja whimpered as her fingers dug into Keith’s leg before he grabbed her hand and placed it on his bulging erection. “See how fucking hard you make me?” he said, slipping his fingers inside her. “Do you have any idea of the effect you have on us?”
Glancing through the rearview mirror, Jax saw Deja’s legs spread as his brothers worked her over, pulling her apart until she soaked the seats. Her legs moving only enough to give him a peek at her pink and brown folds. Teasing him. Begging him. Mocking him. It was enough to drive him insane.
Caleb tried to drown out Deja’s whimpers, but she only made his heart beat faster with uninhibited need. All the blood had rushed to his dick. It was painful. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
“Look at how pissed they are watching your sweet little pussy drip, and they can’t even get a taste,” Keith chuckled.
“Keith, I will stab you,” Caleb threatened as Keith laughed.
Deja’s head was spinning. Her hips instinctively bucked just to feel more of them, and it only excited them.
She could feel Ian’s tongue bathing her neck as his unrelenting thumb rotated tantalizing circles on her throbbing clit.
Keith had nearly torn her bustier as he took her nipple into his mouth, his fingers violently fucking her as if he were punishing her.
Her nails tore at their skin, drawing blood, but they were encouraged rather than deterred, reveling in her desperate pleas for relief.
“Look at him…” Ian whispered in her ear. Deja opened her eyes and stared at Jax through the rearview mirror as she panted breathlessly. The ravenous look in his gaze made her legs instinctively widen.
Jax grinned with satisfaction. “...good girl…”
Deja felt her stomach cave in as her climax hit her like a speeding truck. Barely keeping it together, Caleb glanced over his shoulder and nearly fell apart the moment he saw Deja meet her release as she drenched Ian and Keith’s fingers.
Deja could hear Caleb cursing in Gaelic before the car finally pulled to a stop. She was feeling light-headed when Ian helped her out of the car.
“Look what you’ve done to her.”
“She just needs a minute.”
Deja felt someone grab her hand as she was walking towards a building with loud music and strobe lights. “Deja, I need you to snap out of it for a second, baby,” she heard Caleb say as he grabbed her face between his hands. She shook her head as she tried to get it together.
They had done a lot to get to this point and infiltrate a Reaper headbase. But as the door to the rave swung open, all eyes were on them.
Suddenly, their anonymity seemed to disappear completely.