Page 63 of Beastly Armory
“No, we don’t, little fox. We have plenty now. We’ll make do. Let’s go.” Pulling on my leg, he attempts to make me move, but I hold firm.
“All this arguing between you lovers is getting me hard again.” Gabriel chuckles and grabs his dick that is firming against his thigh. “I think I’m going to last a while with you, sweetheart.” He holds out a hand to me. Watching Max’s rage rise in his flaming cheeks, I gracefully stand from my seat and stroll over to take the man’s outstretched palm. It’s soft and warm.
There’s comfort in fucking someone you don’t care about. Intoxicating power. Like I can get away with something bad without feeling guilt or shame. It feels safe in a way. Sex with Max could cause a pain I’d never be rid of.
Sure, yes, most of me wants to get back at Max for going to the Crimson Angel. For giving up on me so quickly when I wouldn’t give it up to him. Making me feel like a cheap plastic toy he would throw away once he played with it. Now, he’s just trying to claim what isn’t his. It’s not like he really cares aboutme, just the idea of me or what he can’t have. His legacy, his heirs… all that Gnarled Pine Hollow poison ingrained in him.
Max jumps up and snatches my loose hand before I sit. There’s a desperation in his eyes I’ve never seen before, a vulnerability there I didn’t know was possible. “Foxy.” His voice is soothing. “Please, don’t.Please.”
My tug breaks our contact. If my right hand wasn’tstill in Gabriel’s, I’d rub my lucky charm. Instead, I sit on the boss’s lap. “It’s just one fuck, Max,” I say, fluttering my lashes as if I’m trying a new style of fries at a fast-food restaurant.
Gabriel nuzzles my neck. Into my hair, he commands Max, “You can sit there and observe, or the chair in the corner. Whichever you prefer.”
I slide off his legs as he stands, then guides me by the waist to the bed at the back of the room. Max’s figure looks like a gargoyle in front of the sofa, his shoulders still tensed up to his ears, still and foreboding.
Gabriel pulls me into his taut body, wrapping his hands around my head while he kisses me with his large, plush lips. A taste of stale cigars blows into my mouth, so I lean back, breaking his grasp to get away from it. When I open my eyes, Max is staring down Gabriel’s back from his guarded position, fire flaming from his countenance.
Ignoring the bear, I undo Gabriel’s buttons as he helps me undress. His hands immediately grasp my breasts and twist my nipple bars like he’s never seen them, while he huffs an excited bitter smelling breath in my face. When Gabriel’s tongue moves to lick my rings, Max stalks to the corner chair for a closer inspection. His gaze remains dark and intense, the rage radiating off his body causing the temperature to rise within the room.
Moaning loudly, I let my head fall back and stroke Gabriel’s dark, short hair. With a scoff, Max removes his dress coat, then unbuttons his shirt, letting it gape open at the top. Gabriel lifts me up and tosses me onto the bed, the pillows greeting my head when I land. He crawlsbetween my knees and slaps them apart with an open palm, the sting causing me to jolt with shock. Giving a cursory smirk at Max, he dips his head between my thighs and laps his tongue straight up my center. He’s not skilled, but it’s getting the job done.
Even from this distance, I sense how antsy Max is fidgeting next to the bed. I wish I didn’t. Can’t I just fuck someone else and forget the spell he’s put me under? Just like he did to me?
Gabriel’s careless mouth works me sloppily until I’m wet with his saliva alone. Yet here I am… All I can think of is the man sitting next to me.
Shoving two fingers inside me, he does that thing guys think gets girls hot, but really, it’s just annoying. Grinding his fingers roughly inside, punching my cervix repeatedly. I pull my hips back to show him where it feels good, but he misinterprets my movements. “Yeah, baby. You like that?”
No, I don’t. I want to say it, but now I just want him to finish. Grasping his wrist, I show him where to touch me. Crooking a thick, dark eyebrow, he seems confused that someone would be so forward with him. His dick juts out starkly between his legs when he sits back on his knees. “Be a sport and grab me a condom there, would you?” he asks Max with a snarky smirk.
Max seems to have softened in his expression. Or is it resolve? The eerie calmness replacing his ire is making me even more nervous than before and, for the first time, I reconsider jumping in and agreeing to do this. Casually, Max grabs a condom from a nearby table,then hands it to Gabriel, tucked between two large fingers.
Gabriel rips it open and suits up, then leans over my body. Hopefully, he’s better with his dick than his fingers. “You ready, sweetheart?”
Wrapping my legs around him, I nod. He lines up and shoves in. His hips thrust erratically, without much rhythm. Despite his obvious sexual proclivities, he likely has never had to think about pleasing anyoneelse. His gyrations make it painfully obvious he’s only here for his own gratification. I could be anyone. Like a pocket pussy. Settling back on the mattress, I will it to be over as soon as possible. At least we’ll get the weapons. And Max will be pissed that I slept with someone else, just like he did.
Gabriel grips my hips and sits up so he’s kneeling while jackhammering into me, and I arch my back, my eyes meeting his squinted ones. He’s not really looking atme, perhaps just imagining a scene in his head. Maybe it’s better if I close my eyes, so I don’t have to remember this. Squeezing my lids tightly shut, I try to think about anything else. Like the mantra of “rifles, flamethrowers, and grenades, oh my” over and over with every annoyingly painful stab of his dick inside me.
After only two more awkward thrusts, the bed dips, and Gabriel lets out a choked grunt. His thumbs dig into the apex of my hips with such force, it feels as if he’s tearing me in two. The biting pain screams through me like two red-hot pokers until a spasm jerks him free. A warm spray hits my face, chest, stomach, and thighs.Who knew he would have so much cum and so quickly, too?
My eyes snap open at a gurgling sound just in time to see Max kneeling behind Gabriel on the bed. A wide, crimson grin erupts from his neck, like a gaping maw that grows deeper as Max draws his knife across the divide. Gabriel’s eyes and mouth are wide with horror, his throat open in a savage smile matching his silent scream while his head flips back at an awkward angle.
Red gushes in spurts, landing in my open mouth, my eyes, my hair… It’s all over me, coating and soaking into every surface. There’s no escape from the scalding tidal wave of life leaving his body. Max shoves the body, and it slumps forward, Gabriel’s forever frozen stare leaning ever closer to my face, but before the dead falls on me, Max pushes it to the side. Gabriel hits the floor with a loud thud.
A panicked shriek rises deep within my belly, clawing its way through my windpipe, but Max lays his naked body on top of mine, causing the air to be knocked from my lungs. His bloodied hand slaps across my mouth, dripping wet hot liquid over my face. Gripping my waist, he pulls me onto his lap until we sit together. As I open my mouth to let the sound escape, Max crashes his lips onto mine. My scream is sucked into his lungs as he plunges his hardness inside me, his thick cock filling me completely as his tongue entwines with mine, muffling my terror and transforming it into something else entirely. His hand clutches the back of my head, steadilyholding mine to his, and on impulse, I hold on to his shoulders just as harshly.
The sheets of blood coating our bodies cause them to slicken against each other. Our thighs slap with each punch of his hips, spurts of droplets spraying out when we meet. The urge to yell subsides with every stroke of his dick, soothing and comforting me with inconceivable safety. Instead of a scream, a whimper erupts from my chest, oozing out pleasure and shock.
Max pulls his lips back just enough to growl in a commanding voice, “I told you not to fucking test me, Livia. Look at me. Look. At. Me.” He gathers my hair and pulls my face back, our eyes locking with a searing gaze. “You’re fuckingmine. Do you hear me?Mine. Mine. Mine.” He accentuates his point with each stab of his cock. “No one else’s. No one else. You and me. We’re together.”
Gripping him tightly, I grind my hips down every time he thrusts deeper. My fingers beg to grasp more surface of him, slippery with the blood of our enemy, the smell, the metallic taste of the liquid invading our lovemaking.
“You see this? This is us as one. You and me are one now. That’s it. You hear me, little fox?” Gripping my chin between a finger and his large thumb, he asks as my vision blurs with the tears that gather there, which spill over to mix with the red smears, cooling the pink of my flaming cheeks.
I’m crying because I need him. Because I’ve wanted him. Because I never allowed myself to indulge in this,and now, we’re here. I cry because I fear I’ll never feel this fulfilled again. That he’ll love me and then leave. That he’ll kill me… He may even kill me now.
Laying me back against the pillows, he remains inside me, but cups my face with his large hands. His thumbs stroke the tears from my cheeks as he pushes inside me slowly, repeatedly, arduously, like we have all the time in the world and he’s going to take longer than that. He’s now covered in all the blood that was on me. Our perspiration has combined, leaving us a sticky mess, glued together everywhere.
“Shh, shh, foxy. Don’t cry. I told you, you’re mine. Do you understand?” The soothing sounds he makes have me wrapping my fingers through his black waves, wet with sweat and serum.