Chapter 38
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Zoe
I knew something was up from the second we walked through the door and Teddy swiped me off my feet and over his shoulder. I could smell my current obsession soap all over him and I quite enjoyed the scent on his warm skin.
“Did you miss me Teddy bear?” A girlish giggle slips from my lips.
“Yes.” He says in a tone that tells me, I should have known that was obvious. “You are not allowed to leave this house again unless you are sewn onto me.”
“That would be a bit impractical considering we both have jobs to do. But we can definitely try.” I say it as a joke, but he pauses as he is genuinely considering the act. “No, Teddy. You cannot sew yourself to me.”
“Fine.” He grumbles and reluctantly puts me back on my two feet. “We need to go over everything Tiger shared with me.” He addresses the rest of the group as we file in through the door.
We all let Max lead the way to the large conference room I haven’t seen since I agreed to work with them. Brandon starts to walk in front of me but turns to walk backwards. Brandon snakes his palms to encircle my wait, tightening his grip when his eyes meet mine.
“We’ve missed you all day, Princess. How was it working alone with Mr. Grouch?” He gives me a sly wink, ignoring the grumbled breath that falls from Max’s lips.
“Today went well.” I say, trying not to stumble over my own feet as we try to match our paces. “Well, except for the guy I killed.” I shrug.
“Killed? Who?” Teddy chimes in from behind me, grabbing onto my waist directly under Brandon’s hands.
“Just some guy that had some nasty things about my men.” We slowly but surely found our footing as a three-part unit, until we approached the stairs. “Guys, I don’t think this formation will agree with the stairs.” I chuckle and try to push their hands away, but instead my world is flipped over.
I blink and then suddenly my feet are off the ground and wrapped around Teddy’s hips and my shoulders being cradled by Brandon’s strong hands.
“Don’t worry, Princess.” Brandon plants a kiss on the crown of my head. “You look better in our hands anyway.”
I helplessly shake my head and let it happen, knowing that no matter how hard I fight I won't escape their clutches. It’s not long until we finally approach the conference room.
Instead of letting me back down to my feet or placing me in a chair, my ass is put on the end of the table letting my legs dangle.
Before I can move, Max takes the chair in front of me, effectively trapping my thighs that are now straddling the place where he’s sitting.
The lump in my throat grows a bit and I feel a bead of nervous sweat slip down my spine. Unexpectedly, Max’s hands start on each of my knees and slowly creep higher and higher until Dean clears his throat to gain our attention.
“As you all know,” Max is speaking to all of us, but his eyes don’t leave mine. “We were given a location for the next Cambion drop and pick up. Do we trust it?”
“Not exactly,” Dean answers. “However, it is our only lead at this time. I think it’s worth checking out.”
Max’s hands land on my hips and he squeezes as he pulls me closer to the edge. I lean back onto my palms and let him move me at his will.
Something in our dynamic has shifted. Trust? Longing? Or is it the needy lust that has finally destroyed every sense of resolve in both of us. I’m not sure exactly what caused the shift, but the tension is palpable; thick but silky like a syrup. Sickly sweet but oh so addicting.
I know the others in the room feel it too when I hear them all shift in their seats. I start to turn my head to look at them sitting behind me, but before I can make the full turn my jaw is trapped in Max’s strong hand and jerks my head back to face him. “Eyes on me, Harpy. Only me.” He whispers.
My tongue slips from between my lips and runs across my bottom one, Max’s eyes track the movement, and I notice that muscle in his jaw ripple.
Brandon perks up to add to the conversation, “I say we just go for it. We have plenty of security and back up, and not to mention Princess is a machine in the field. What do we have to lose?”
The ghost of a pained expression splays across Max’s features and with his voice just high enough for only me to hear, he says, “Everything.”
“It’s settled then. We’ll take Travis’ word for it and in three weeks from today we’ll just hope for the best. Until then we train and plan. However,” Max trails off and his eyes look me up and down. “Zoe stays here. I don’t want her on this mission.”
The world comes to a full stop, and I can’t stop the scoff of bemusement from leaving my chest. “You’re fucking joking.”
“I’m fucking serious. These people want you, and they want you alive. And I’ll be damned to find out exactly what for. You aren’t just walking into the lion's den, Harpy.” He argues.
“You’re right,” I poke a finger into his chest. “I’m not just walking in there. I’m running, with guns blazing, fully trained, and with my men to back me. You can’t just exclude me from missions when you think it’s convenient for you.”
“This is already a sketchy situation, and we still don’t have all the information.” His hand wraps around my finger and squeezes down on it as he forces it away from his chest. “You will not fight me on this Zoe.” He grits out.
“You are fucking impossible.” I shout when I feel the bone in my pointer finger begin to creak under the strength of his hold. I yank my hand free and cradle it to my chest. “I can fucking take it. Let me go with you.” I demand, holding his stare.
“Oh, you think you can fucking take it?” His voice drops to that octave that always seems to freeze me in place, but I keep my head high and my shoulders squared.
Never show your fear.
“Yes. I can.” I glare, not letting my voice waiver even in the slightest.
“Everyone out.”
In an instant the room feels empty but full.
As if the other three just vaporized out of the room leaving the crackling energy in their wake.
I feel every sensation all at once. A glacier freeze takes the air out my lungs, but a molten lava begins to boil my blood.
To feel suddenly heavy but as light as a feather.
That’s what it’s like with Max. Everything, everywhere, all at once.
Burning but freezing, trapping but freeing, incredibly loud but deafeningly silent.
“You never seem to learn.” Max grinds out, somehow managing to get even closer to me, his nose brushing against mine.
“Teach me.” I say before I can think better of it.
“Always fighting me on these things.”
“Teach me.” This time my voice comes out as more of a whimper.
“Consistently defiant.”
“Teach me.” A whisper, so soft I’m not so sure I actually say it. His hand snakes around the nape of my neck. His fingers thread into the roots of my hair and he squeezes, forcing my chin up higher.
“Forever misbehaving. Never listening. Poorly mannered. And brat with a filthy fucking mouth.”
“Teach me!” I finally shout, unable to bear the tension setting my nerves a flame.
I wouldn’t say I regret raising my voice, but I would say I should have thought better of it.
Before I have a chance to say anything further Max’s free hand shoots out and wraps around my throat with a tight squeeze.
It wasn’t until this moment that I realized just how large his hands are.
I can almost feel his thumb reaching his middle finger at the back of my neck.
He squeezes tighter the second I try to speak again, effectively stopping the flow of air to my burning lungs.
My jaw falls open, begging for just a drop of that sweet air I was taking for granted just mere seconds ago.
With one hand still choking me, Max frees his hold on my hair and uses the free hand to force his thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. “I’m sorry Harpy, were you trying to say something?” A pathetic whimper falls from me, and I wish I would have caught it and choked it down.
“You say you can handle it, you say you want to learn. You speak, and speak, and speak. Ever thought of just shutting that fucking mouth and doing as your told?”
“Huuck yoo.” I try to say ‘fuck you’, but it comes out as a grumbled unintelligible mess.
“You’re going to have a lot of trouble talking back with a mouth full.” His words barely register before I’m pulled from the table by my hair and forced down to my knees. “You’re going to open that mouth nice and wide for me, aren’t you? You are just so good at it, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
With what seems to be one swift motion he strips away his belt and gun holster and his jeans drop to his ankles.
When I obey and let my mouth fall as wide as it can go, a long string of saliva drips from my tongue and onto his boot.
I look up at him with an evil glint in my eye and I purposefully spit even more onto it.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” He clicks his tongue. “Don’t worry, you’ll pay for that too.”
My eyes widen when they land on his dick, hard and pulsing with a visible need.
I don't get a chance to take a breath before he forces it into my mouth and towards the back of my throat.
I gag instantly, not prepared for the harsh intrusion but I correct myself as fast as I can and I let my throat relax and hollow out my cheeks to start a suction on him.
“Fuck,” He sighs, “You look so pretty with your mouth full, Harpy.” He pulls out and back in, sliding himself against my flattened tongue.
I groan at the sweet taste of his flesh, the feeling of him like this so right and true that I let myself enjoy the fullness in my throat. His hands cup the back of my head as he begins to fuck my mouth.
I’m not sure what I thought would happen at the beginning of the day, but I didn’t expect it to end this way. With me on my knees completely and willfully at his mercy.
He forces himself all the way into me, burying his cock to the hilt inside my mouth. By instinct my throat gags and tries to reject the intrusion, but he doesn’t relent his hold on the back of my head, trapping me against him. “Eyes on me, Harpy.”
I let my tearful eyes meet those that are gazing down at me.
His eyes are dark, and full of lust, and hunger, and possibly a hint of something else, but I can’t yet decipher what it means.
“There we go, that’s a good girl.” He pumps once, twice more and finally fills all the way out.
His exit is followed by a strip of drool, my mouth just leaking and wanting more.
I whine at the loss and before I can try to chase for more, he stops me.
“Did I say you could have more?” He chastises.
“No.” I sag and look up at him with a plea hanging from my lips.
“No, what?”
“No sir.” I whisper.
“Such a quick learner, Harpy. Stand for me and bend over the table.”
Naturally, an argument wants to escape but I swallow it down and obey anyway, curious as to just how far he’ll take it. I have to stand on the tips of my toes for my torso to lay flat against the conference table.
“Harpy?” Max asks, again in that octave that drives me mad. “Tonight, you will learn just how sweet your life can be if you will just finally submit to me. Or you can witness the hell I can rain upon you if you keep up this defiant behavior. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I breathe, just before a hand slams against my ass with a punishing blow. “Yes sir!” I correct with a wince.
Without haste, he pulls down my pants exposing my bare ass. The cold air in the room suddenly feels warm and thick and I can feel my wetness dripping from my pussy and smearing between my thighs.
His cock lines up at my entrance and another whine leaves my mouth, but it quickly turns into a gasp as he pushes between the lips and deep inside of me, “Fuck.” I moan.
Max’s hand holds my head against the wood of the table, and he begins to fuck me hard from behind. Sliding in and out at a brutal pace, and I can feel him pulsing into that spot inside of me that lights a fire behind my eyes.
“You.” he slams into me and pulls out. “Will”. Slam. “Learn.” Slam. My cries fill the room as he punctuates each thrust with a punishing thrust.
He lets my head go free, but as soon as I lift it and take a deep breath, both of his hands wrap around and his fingers hook into the corners of my mouth, using the new grip on me as leverage to pump deeper into me.
His pace quickens and I know that my cries have become completely unintelligible and pathetic by the sounds of this unsympathetic coos.
“I thought you could handle it, Harpy? Not feeling so powerful now?”
I cry out again, feeling suddenly close to falling over the edge. Panic rushes through me, not prepared for the explosion waiting just behind my belly button.
“Please,” I cry. Well, at least it kind of sounds like please.
“Shh,” He hushes, continuing to hit my deepest walls. “I’ve got you.” And with one, two, three more thrusts I jump from the ledge and plummet to my demise that can only be described as a state of nirvana as the stars behind my eyes burst into new undiscovered galaxies.
A scream leaves me, as the jolt of lightning surges through my limbs and I feel just as though I might actually break into a million little pieces. I let myself shatter for him, knowing that he may put me back together but willing to risk the loss of the pieces I know he’ll keep for himself.
It’s at this moment I know that I never stood a chance, I belong to all of them.
Teddy, Brandon, Dean. And now Max. Teddy owns my body, Dean owns my soul, Brandon owns my spirit, and Max now owns my mind.
It’s a freeing feeling to know that I can let go and just be theirs.
To wholly, willfully, and blissfully let them own every part of me.
My body shakes as Max pulls out of me, and he turns me around to face him. I know that I already look a mess but with the glint in his eyes, I know that I’m nowhere near done.
“That’s one, Harpy.” He takes my chin between his thumb and pointer to meet his gaze directly. “We have at least seven more to go.”