Chapter 25 #2
Alexei pauses beside us, slipping clean silk gloves over his freshly dried hands.
“No safe words, no boundaries, together always.” I lean forward to bite Ash’s ear and he grabs onto my forearms.
“If we’re playing by those rules…” Ash drags me off the counter and takes me with him into the room, throwing me over the end of the couch that sits against the wall beside the bathroom door.
“Be a good girl for Adrian.” He releases me, trading places with Widow.
A huge hand lands on the back of my head.
“Shh, settle, Scarlett,” he whispers, and it’s so infuriating that I almost like it. Widow pushes his massive cock inside of me, sinking inch by inch at a casual, unhurried pace. I can see the bed across the room with Bohnes in it. Alexei is putting pajamas on, staring down at him.
If he were awake, I’d know it. Bohnes is still asleep.
“Fuck you both,” I growl, and that makes Widow and Ash laugh for whatever reason.
“Being the boss is rough. Feels good to let someone else take control for five seconds, doesn’t it? Settle.” Widow presses a little more firmly against my head, riding me hard into the sofa as I dig my fingernails into the fabric.
“You think you’re in control?” I pant as he fucks me so hard that I can barely breathe. It feels absolutely incredible, but I don’t want to admit it.
“Partners share duties, Scarlett. If you lead us in battle, then where do I get to take a role?” Widow moans as he grips me even harder, keeping up a steady pace even when he’s talking. “Where, huh? Right fucking here.”
I can’t help it. A sound escapes me that I can’t deny. I’m loving this too much to pretend otherwise.
“Harder,” I grit out, but I’m not sure there is such a thing as harder.
Widow slams me into the sofa and knocks it across the floor a few inches.
Ash moves quickly around to the other side and puts both hands on the opposite couch arm, bracing it.
They laugh again, and Widow starts to really fuck.
My eyes roll back. My spirit leaves my body.
Widow blows his load with a wild sound, the sort he was making when we were completely alone. Unashamed and loud as hell. A fuckboy roar of satisfaction.
“Bohnes is awake,” Alexei says at the exact same moment.
I feel it, too, my dark lover coming back to life.
Widow finishes, not moving quickly but not being purposely slow either. Just natural. Riding it out. When he’s done, he picks me up and gives me a gentle push in the direction of the bed.
I stumble over to find Bohnes’ eyes half-lidded and groggy with whatever drugs the doctor gave him.
“My undead soulmate,” I whisper, holding his face. He smiles dreamily back at me, a little more Kellin than Bohnes at the moment. “We need to consummate this.” I’m frantic with the idea of it. I need Bohnes. Now.
“I…might not be of much help,” he croaks, lying there while I shove his blankets down. He’s not wearing clothes anyway, left naked after the impromptu surgery. There are towels with blood underneath him, too. I don’t give a shit. I take his inked cock in my hand, my eyes on his.
“Are you going to die?” I ask point-blank. He can’t actually know the answer to that question, but I want his opinion desperately. I trust his judgement.
“Fifty-fifty,” he says with a harsh laugh, pressing a hand to his thigh with a grimace.
His guesstimate is an obvious exaggeration, but it annoys me.
He wouldn’t be laughing if that were the case; he’d be pissed.
“Fuck me anyway.” Pant. Pant. Eyelids fluttering.
I quickly move my hand from his cock and his own hand flies out, snatching mine in an impossibly strong grip.
Bohnes forces me back to his dick. “Do it. It’s our wedding night. ”
“What if I fuck you to death on accident?” I ask him, trying not to get too emotional. I’ll save that for tomorrow. Right now, I want him inside of me. I’m voracious about it.
“A pleasant way to go,” he teases, his grip loosening on my hand as he drops his head fully back into the pillow and closes his eyes. “I won’t break. Don’t punish me for almost dying by denying me my well-deserved marital bliss.” He’s sweating now, like this is all too much for him.
I grab his now stiff cock and spread my thighs over him, sliding down Bohnes’ dick while watching his eyes flutter back open. Our pelvises meet with a small flinch from both of us. I’m worried that I came down too hard. He’s probably hurting.
I splay my fingers on the side of his neck, brushing the edge of some careful bandaging over his right shoulder.
The bruising on his chest is extensive, black and purple and blue.
A galaxy of pain etched into bone-white flesh.
With a featherlight touch, I draw my fingers down to that spot, just above his heart, where all that blood spilled beneath his skin.
Bohnes flinches again, and I tighten my lips into a severe line.
“If you thrash around or try to take control of this, you’ll hurt yourself. And if you die, I will fucking kill you.” I put my hand around Bohnes’ throat, pinning him to the mattress. He’s wire-taut beneath me. His urge to resist, to regain control sweeping through his blue eyes.
But just like I need to know when to make an honorable surrender, so does he. The other three have already learned that.
“Oh, Scarlett.” Bohnes closes his eyes, so I release his neck.
“Good boy.” I stay very still on top of him as I reassess his wounds. Right shoulder, right forearm, right thigh. He must’ve been halfway behind a tree or something and took all the shots to one side. “Were any of these fatal or was it just the combined blood loss from all three that got you?”
“The leg. Nicked an artery.” Bohnes shifts around a little, obviously in discomfort despite the pain meds. I’m assuming he asked for as little as possible in order to maintain his clarity. He can’t afford to be loopy with Chet and Jonas on the hunt.
“Alright.” I put my left palm on the mattress, straddling Bohnes but trying to keep as much of my weight off him as possible.
When he opens his eyes, I meet them and I roll my hips very slowly in a circle.
He tenses again. Fights the desire to do anything but lay there calmly.
Yet he manages. He does it because he knows this is the only way he’s saving sex with me in this state.
I’m in control and he is not allowed to hurt himself. If he had it his way, he’d roll us over and tear his wounds, fuck me until he needed another blood transfusion from Widow. The thought of all that excites me. The adrenaline rush. Playing games at the gates of life and death. It’s so addicting.
If we keep doing that, we risk our chances of losing all this and being separated. I can’t have that. We can’t die. We can’t go to jail. I need them like this.
“I’m gonna make my own money,” I tell Bohnes, keeping my hips undulating like I’m moving through water.
Swimming on his dick. Playing with it. Make no mistake: tonight, he is the one being fucked.
I let Alexei, Ash, and Widow fuck me. Not Bohnes though.
Too fragile tonight. “I’m gonna be a star and rake in some big cash to take care of my four pretty fuckboys. ”
“Husbands.” Bohnes gasps that word out, his fingertips digging into the sheets.
He, too, is fantasizing about rolling me over, tearing his wounds, and rutting me in a pool of blood.
We both want that so badly that we know we need to resist it.
Bohnes being alive is more important than any adrenaline rush, no matter how addicted we are to the feeling.
“That’s right.” I kiss his forehead and he struggles with that, too.
Lying there and allowing me to love him and care for him like something precious is making him steam like a demon doused in holy water.
This is what he wants from me though. I can see it in his eyes.
“My sexy fucking husband who bleeds to death and still lives. My sexy fucking husband who can survive being shot at by paid mercenaries.” I flick my pelvis, zinging his dick with hot cherry pie.
I know how good I feel. That’s the key to being Prescott hot: knowing your worth.
That was Lem’s biggest mistake. “My.” Lift up.
“Sexy.” Slide back down. “Husband.” A circle.
“Who delays his own death to put on a show for the mob through sheer force of will.”
Bohnes is about to cum. He doesn’t want to.
He wants to fight it, but he needs the release and then he needs to go back to sleep and he knows it.
Sleep for days, maybe. Rest, rest, rest, so he can be ready for Snow Day.
The biggest danger in what happened today is that Bohnes is wounded and we definitely need him to take the mayor down. It’s not possible without him.
My nipples are so hard that they hurt. I drag them lightly over his chest, including across his bandages. That tiny zing of pain is what pushes him over the edge. Just a drop of indulgence into what we both really want tonight: hot and violent and fierce.
Instead, it’s sweet. It’s sweet, and I’m no longer shocked that we got to this point so quickly.
These boys all want as hard as I do, and they keep showing up.
Makes sense. Their actions are hot as fuck.
And their looks? Don’t hurt either. The sex is fantastic.
Monster dicks, big muscles, and skills behind the wheel.
My pussy is a molten waterfall.
I increase my pace, torturing myself because I know I won’t be able to get off like this. I’m too cautious about not hurting Bohnes to finish.
He can’t resist latching onto me when I nearly come up off his dick in an effort to reach his mouth. I’m willing to separate our bodies to get one of my nipples between his teeth.