Page 22 of The Awakening
I lay back down, curling my body into his large chest as Dean settles in behind me. He, too, is shirtless and starts peppering my back with soft kisses.
“We’ll find him, baby girl. I promise,” Everett whispers into my hair as he starts kissing my forehead. The three of us lay together, legs and arms circling one another, the warmth of their skin heating mine as my men continue rubbing and kissing my body. It doesn’t take long until I feel the undeniable bulge of Dean’s hard length pressed up against my ass. Arching my back, I press my ass harder into him, eliciting a groan from his mouth as he kisses my ear. His warm breath fanning over the sensitive spot, giving me chills.
I reach for Everett’s face, desperate for more, our lips colliding as I hold on to his face. Everett presses his body into mine even harder, his length stiffening against my stomach as we continue to drink each other. His touch is bruising, as is Dean’s. Their hands roam over my body, pushing my shirt up and over my head in a frenzy.
Have you ever needed a distraction so badly you morph into a completely different version of yourself to escape the world around you? I have never wanted or needed a distraction from the pain of losing Colson more than I do at this exact moment. Pulling my lips from Everett, I push his body away from mine and jump up, swinging my leg over his waist to straddle him.
My pussy is already slick with arousal as I start rubbing against his hard cock. His hands find my waist, pushing me further into him as he lets out a groan deep in his chest. Looking down at Everett, I watch as his head leans back, eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, as he savors the warmth between us. Placing my hands over his, we both move in synchronicity, both our bodies becoming one.
Peering over my shoulder, I notice Dean is no longer on the bed. I dart my head to the side, but I’m instantly stopped with a hand to my throat, my head being forced back. Looking up at the ceiling, I feel the dip of the bed behind me. Smiling to myself, I whisper in a husky voice, “Harder, Dean.” A low, deep chuckle fills my ear as he rests his face against mine.
“As you wish, baby girl.” Dean applies more pressure around my neck, and I moan in satisfaction. Suddenly, Everett lifts my body off his and lines his cock up with my entrance before slamming me on top of him once more, fully seating himself inside me.
“Oh, God!” I scream out. The sudden pain of him stretching me has my back arching with desire. I want more. I need more.
“’Atta girl, love, you take me so well.” Everett’s voice is primal as he lifts me once more and thrusts even harder this time, eliciting a gasp from me. My pussy clenches around his length, an orgasm forming deep in my core as he continues thrusting over and over again. Dean continues to hold me by my throat, but then he slides his other hand around my hip and down my abdomen. When his fingers reach my already swollen clit, I see stars.
Leaning my head back, I feel Dean’s hard body against my back. His large frame also straddles Everett’s lower legs as his cock presses softly against my ass.
“Oh, my God, I-I—” I’m so lost in the feel of both of them, the sound of Everett and I slapping against one another, the pleasure building rapidly between my legs, the pressure of Dean’s hand tightening around my neck. When my orgasm finally crashes through me, my whole body tenses as Dean squeezes my neck just a little harder before he slowly releases me. The pleasure is already intense, but when Dean clasps his hand around my clit, applying pressure to my throbbing center, I lose all sense of sound.
I’m completely high off the feeling of both of them playing with my body in such a way I don’t know where the pleasure starts and where it ends. Muffled sounds fill my head, but I can’t understand who is talking or what they’re saying. I never want this feeling to stop. I never want it to end. My body is suddenly lifted from where it once was, and I’m being thrown onto the bed once more. Lying face down, I feel a pair of strong hands wrap around my hips as my body is being jerked to the end of the bed.
“My turn. Now hold on, sweetheart, this may hurt a bit,” Dean growls from behind me. Before I’m fully recovered from my last orgasm, Dean’s thrusting his hard cock into my pulsating pussy so hard that my head falls to the bed.
“Fuckkk, your pussy is so fucking perfect,” he moans, continuing to pull out slowly and then slam back into me. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as my pussy stretches around his thick length. Clenching around him, my body is already reaching for that next orgasm as my body tightens; every muscle trembles from the euphoria that is combusting inside me.
Pressing my face firmly to the bed, I scream as Dean’s thrusts become harder and more violent, as if he’s letting his darkness fill the void within him. I enjoy the pain—it reminds me that I’m alive, but this side of Dean is almost dangerous. Like he forgets where he’s at, who he’s with, and starts seeing red as he fucks me harder and harder. My screams turn to a plea as Dean grabs my shoulders, pulling me deeper into him. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.
“Look at me, love.” Everett’s voice has me lifting my head from the bed. Everett’s expression is cool as his eyes lock on mine, an understanding between us that Dean needs this release. He needs his aggression to be set free. He’s been holding it in for far too long, his intensity needs to be released. Everett rests his forehead on mine, his hand sliding up my cheek and pulling my face to his. The moment our lips meet, I melt. Our lips mold together as my body continues to tense around Dean, his thrusts begin to slow as he reaches his orgasm. With one final bruising thrust, he releases inside me, a primal growl erupting from his chest as he drops his head back.
Still kissing Everett, I feel Dean’s hands ease their grip from my shoulders. His cock still buried inside me, Dean slides one hand down my back and around my hip to my clit, where he starts making circular motions. I can’t help the moans that slip from my mouth into Everett’s, but when Dean whispers in my ear,
“You didn’t think I would leave you behind, did you?” His warm breath has me shivering, and, just like that, I’m crashing through another toe-curling orgasm. I’m pressing my forehead into Everett’s as he holds my head up. My whole body trembles through the pleasure as Dean’s cock slowly slips from my pussy. As soon as my body is truly fucked, I collapse to the bed. Dean rises from the bed where he makes his way to Colson’s bathroom, where he retrieves a warm washcloth. Climbing back on to the bed, he gently starts cleaning me up. The warmth from the cloth feeling so delicious, I let out a satisfied groan. As Dean finishes up, Everett pulls the blankets over my naked body and brushes my hair back from my face before he kisses my forehead.
“Get some sleep, baby girl.” With that, I fall into a deep sleep, no strength left inside me for anymore nightmares throughout the night.
Fuck, I love my men.
March 2, 2022
We have a meeting set up with Sloan’s supposed half siblings. As much as I want her to have family, this meeting and everything about it feels so wrong. Nothing involving the Irish mob is trustworthy, and I can’t shake the feeling deep in my core that this may be the biggest mistake Everett, Dean, and I make as professionals. I love her—we all do—and sometimes love makes you do stupid shit. All she’s ever wanted was a family that loves and cares for her, so if that means putting ourselves in danger in hopes of giving her exactly what she wants, so be it. I will come back to my girl. There is no denying that. Nobody on this earth will keep me from the one person who showed me what love actually feels like. In this life or the next, I will come back to her. She’s my world now, the reason my heart beats fast when I see her smile. She’s the angel the heavens have sent to this earth to stop me from falling into the depths of the dark. No one will ever take her from me. Mark my words.
Flipping through Colson’s journal, I can’t help but read her name, Willow. She was found in a cage with barely anything on to keep her warm. My stomach turns as I imagine seeing row after row of little girls terrified and huddled close to their bodies as they try to keep warm. Those girls were someone’s child, sister, cousin, friend. Who could do such a thing? Sadly, there are many cases out there where the victims are not as lucky as those Colson saved that day. Bile is churning in my stomach, and I have to close the journal before I lose it.
Sitting here at the kitchen island alone, I think to myself.I was one of those girls. I was once locked in a room awaiting my time to be sold off to the devil’s creations who would have done horrible, awful things to me. Colson saved me, too, from a fate I can’t even let my mind imagine. Stone Fortress was my prison for the short time I was there. A beautiful castle that hides the horrors of what truly occurs inside behind a facade of wealth and power. It’s brilliant really. No one would suspect such a gorgeous exterior to hold such an ugly secret.
I take a sip of my water and then my mind goes to Nastia and the others. They didn’t make it out like I did. My eyes sting at the thought. Are they still alive? Is Nastia still alive? Just then, the front door opens and I hear Arno’s deep voice call out to me as he enters the kitchen.
“One order of sweet and sour chicken smothered in extra sauce along with fried rice and two spring rolls. Anything else I can get for you, Your Majesty?” Arno chuckles at his own joke as he slides over the takeaway containers before plopping down on a bar stool and grabbing his own container. Flipping open his container, he looks over his teriyaki chicken, smiling as he licks his lips with anticipation. I don’t answer him, so when the room goes silent, he looks up at me with confusion.
“You alright, little one? What do you got there?” Pointing at Colson’s journal, I lower my eyes to the small book and then back to Arno before I ask him the question I’ve been dying to ask him for more than a year now.
“What were you doing at Stone Fortress that night?” The way Arno’s body stiffens at my question shows me it’s a touchy subject for him. He inhales a few long, deep breaths while closing his eyes and letting his head hang low. He takes a few more breaths, and I wait patiently. I wasn’t expecting this reaction from Arno. I thought maybe he would laugh at the thought or try to say something clever to deflect from the fact that he was at an auction for sex trafficking. However, his body language is full of pain as he battles an internal conflict within himself before answering me. I’m about to tell him never mind because clearly there is something deeper going on with him, but then he answers.
“I’ve been looking for a very important person for quite some time now.” Arno lowers his head, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose as if it pains him to speak of whatever he’s holding in. “A young woman, in fact.” He lets out a small laugh before continuing. “It’s funny, really. You remind me of her in some ways. Fearless, stubborn, always caring for others before herself, and clever. Fuck, she’s clever.” Arno pauses a moment, turning his head to look at me, his eyes showing just how much this woman means to him. “When I look at you, I see her, just like the first night I saw you. I actually thought you were her for a moment, the way you held yourself with such strength and certainty. I thought I’d found her.” His voice lowers at his last comment, sadness permeating off his large frame, and my heart starts to ache for him.
“Well, that’s why I was there. I was looking for someone very important to me. I’ve been going to Osiris’s auctions ever since she was taken, in hopes I’d find her. As you can see, little one, I’ve had no such luck.” Arno smiles at me, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and I’m lost at what to do to comfort him. Standing from where I’m sitting, I make my way over to him with outstretched arms. I grab hold of him, squeezing him tight hoping to comfort him with this simple gesture. Arno’s massive stature pulls me in harder, cocooning me in his arms with a hug that speaks volumes. He’s hurting, he’s suffering, and I can’t help but think I’m wasting his time here with me when he could be out there looking for whomever he’s been searching for.