Page 37 of Deceptively Dead

“O-ok. Maybe we can look into that, but like, not right now?” I manage to stutter out, sounding like a HR manager in the process. Nate smiles at me and I feel Hunter relax.

“Yeah, Trouble, not right now.” He concedes before ducking back down and licking along my pussy with a decadent slowness that has me back to panting immediately.

Chase shifts slightly underneath me and I whip my head back to look at him an apology on my tongue for leaving him waiting.

“Fuck you guys pick the worst times to get into this shit.” he says to Hunter as he smiles at me, pulling me up for a searing kiss before Hunter pulls me back to him and plants his own kiss against my lips as he gently guides me back to Chase’s throbbing dick, letting me go as I happily lean down to nibble and suck along his length before licking back up and fitting him back inside my mouth. I hum happily and Chase curses. I wiggle my ass in the air, a clear invitation to Nate and one he doesn’t question twice.

I keep my eyes on Hunters face as Nate shuffles around behind me, presumably taking off his remaining clothes, allowing my greedy gaze to skim his taught muscular frame as I feel Nateposition himself behind me, the tip of his cock pressing against my opening as my wandering eyes snag on Hunter’s tented boxers then fly back to his face as Nate slowly pushes forward. I moan around Chase as he sinks in, inch by inch, until I’m full, my body gripping his length as he slowly retreats and repeats the process. I don’t take my mouth from Chase, slowing myself to match Nate’s pace and leaving him gasping as I swirl my tongue back and forth, slowly taking more of him with each try. I squirm as Nate continues his torturous pace, slowly building me up. But I need more and I look to Hunter, begging him silently to help me get what I need. He reaches for me, palming my breast in one hand and tugging lightly on my nipple, making me jolt.

“I think our girl needs more, Doc. Don’t you sweetheart?” he says, and I lift my head from Chase to reply.

“Yes. More. Please, give me more.” The response comes out huskier and as more of a whine, instead of the sharp command I meant it to be. Nate’s only response is to growl out a curse as he drags himself back out of me before slamming inside me, stilling at my surprised cry.

“Ok, Trouble?” he checks.

“Yes.” I moan, “Fuck yes, Nate. Just like that.” Hunter tucks my head back down to Chase and I slurp him up immediately my hands gripping his thighs as I match Nate’s suddenly punishing rhythm, my moans trapped by the bulk of Chase’s dick.

Nate takes his cues from my body, giving me exactly what I want as I do the same to Chase, my gaze always on Hunter as he twists and plucks at my nipples, helping to push me higher and higher.

“Fuck.” Chase shouts. “Fuck, I’m not going to… last, fuck!” His hips start to thrust up in earnest, meeting my mouth stroke for stroke and I allow myself to relax into him completely, letting him fuck my mouth as Nate fucks me from behind, his tight grip on my hips keeping me pinned in place just like Chase’s grip onthe back of my head. Through it all Hunter watches me, his free hand drifting down to stroke himself through his boxers while he toys with my breast and strokes my body higher. He keeps his eyes on mine, helping to ground me, though at this stage I am all but lost to the pleasure they are all wringing from my body.

Nate’s thrusts become wild, and I cry out in ecstasy as they slam me over the edge I was riding, blissful waves of release rolling through me as Chase tries to lift my head from his cock. But, I resist, taking him to the back of my throat as he comes apart with a surprised shout and I swallow him all down, eyes wide on Hunter as I try to push back the memories and replace them with new ones. I release Chase as Nate slams into me once more, stilling behind me as he groans into his own finish, spilling himself inside me and making me clench tight around him once more. I collapse onto Chase’s chest, a sweaty, spent tangle of limbs as Nate folds over the top of me for a moment before rolling free and placing a calming hand on my back as we catch our breath.

My eyes slide closed as I listen to the pounding of Chase’s heart start to calm, and he caresses my neck and shoulders with his big hand. We are relaxed and blissed out, my body nearly dragging me back into the land of sleep, but then I remember… Hunter. I roll my head towards him and find him sitting propped up against the headboard, a broad, satisfied smile plastered across his face as he watches us all try to regain composure, his cock standing at attention, still tucked behind the screen of his boxers.

I roll off Chase and prowl towards Hunter, intent on not letting him miss out. His eyes light up and he opens his arms to me… just as a knock sounds at the door.

“Ahem. Umm… as, uh, fun as that was to hear…” an awkward male voice calls from the front of the house and I yelp, scuttling behind Hunter as he jumps up from the bed. “The council sentme over to bring you to the hall… Isabella told me I wasn’t allowed to leave without you all in tow.” He says apologetically, the sounds of his shuffling feet indicating his embarrassment.

“You better get the fuck out of here, Zack.” Chase yells “If you’re still standing there when I get my pants on, I’ll fucking shoot you.”

I hear Zack yelp out a nervous laugh then the sounds of rapidly retreating footsteps. I snort out my own slightly high pitched and nervous laugh, then groan into Hunter’s back.What a fucking first impression.

Chapter Thirty-six

After a quick shower and dressing in my nicest set of jeans and plain shirt, the ones with the least amount of blood stains, we make our way back to the town. The hall stands in the middle of the village, surrounded on all sides by shops and quaint little homes with picket fences and bright colors. The hall itself is an intimidating structure, made up of stone pillars and metal doors. Bars coat the sparse windows and I get the distinct impression this place serves as more than just a meeting place, my suspicions confirmed when Hunter tells me this is where they hold prisoners as the town does not have a jail block. It is also built as a last-ditch safety hold-over if the walls were ever breached. There are apparently supply cellars that everyone contributes to throughout the year in any way they can, for just such an emergency.

I get nervous as we climb the short set of stairs, my palms starting to sweat as I become profusely aware of all my imperfections and weak spots. My limp, my shoulderwith limited movement and poor reflexes and my overall malnourishment.I’d be easy to overpower right now, with only my knife at my side and wounds that disable much of my movement.

Chase sidles up beside me at that point, taking my hand in his, as Nate does the same on the other side. They don’t even flinch at how sweaty I am. Their presence settles me as we enter the building as a united team, Hunter leading the way as my other guys flank me in quiet support. Hunter takes us directly through the heart of the building, nodding his head in greeting to those we pass, but not stopping to talk. When we reach a set of oak double doors, he doesn’t even pause, flinging them open with such force they bounce off the wall with a bang, making me jump and the conversations inside stop abruptly.Oh, so we are going for a dramatic entrance.

In the sudden silence, as every eye turns towards us, I hear the unmistakable patter of urgent feet slapping against the polished concrete floor and turn in time to see a young man, brown hair and pale skin, come sliding around the corner and careen into the meeting room, huffing as he stops abruptly and looks around him.

“Uh, Alpha team have arrived.” He pants out sheepishly, ducking his head to the council while talking over our shoulders at the room. I can’t help but bark out a laugh, which I quickly smother with a cough, as no one else cracks a smile.

“Yes. Thank you, Zack.” An older man says dryly and Zack backs away quickly as I flush bright red, remembering what he heard us doing. I focus my attention back on the room, noticing for the first time the half circle of six chairs filling the space behind a large counter that sits directly in front of the door. In the middle of the floor a single chair waits and I fidget nervously.

“Come in, come in.” says the same older man, his dark eyes shining as he beckons us forward enthusiastically from his seatin the middle of the table, directly across from the chair in front. Isabella sits to his left with two people I haven’t met yet seated on her left side. The older man has two other people sitting to his right as well. I focus on the old man as the guys usher me forward, moving on autopilot toward the seat offered.

The man has dark hair, shot through with grey at the roots. His hair is worn long, and his lined face is now stretched into a happy grin as he watches my guy's usher me forwards. His darkly tanned skin and broad nose hint at native American descent.

“Hello, you must be Angie!” he greets me warmly before his eyes flick to each of my guys and he gives them each a nod of greeting. “Hello to you too, boys.” He says, affection clear in his tone. “My, you all look awfully tense. Take a seat Angie, this won’t take long I promise.”

“Can they stay?” I blurt out and the man arches an eyebrow at me in question, so I elaborate. “Hunter and Nate and Chase. Can they stay with me? Please.” Already, I’m panicking about what to do if they say no.

“Of course, child!” the man exclaims, cutting off whatever Isabella was about to say, and she glowers at me. “Whatever makes you most comfortable. My name is Charles, but most people call me Web.” He says with a wink in my anxious direction. “To my right are Annie,” the African American woman sitting next to him lifts her hand in greeting to me, she is arresting, and much younger than the men sitting on either side of her. I wave back lamely. “And Rick.” The red headed giant at the end of the table gives me a wholehearted smile that crinkles his weathered face, as he waves enthusiastically.

“I think you already met my daughter, Linda, while you stayed at the hospital.” He booms, pride evident in his voice and I can’t help but smile back at him.

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