Page 60 of Wicked Deceit
“Did anything happen after we left?” Zepp asks with caution, keeping his distance from the clingy monster holding me tighter.
“Nothing between my father and me, but Alpha made a fucking reappearance and texted me,” Carter says through labored breaths. His chest expands and deflates at an alarming rate.
“What did they say?” I ask, wrapping my broken arm around the back of his neck.
My stomach turns in knots at the sight of fear resting deep in the depths of his expressive brown eyes.
“They said, ‘Only a little while longer. Stay true to the course.’” His muscles melt under my touch, releasing an ounce of tension, but something more lingers in his eyes, giving me the illusion he’s not telling me everything. Any trace of his anger disappears before my eyes as he looks up at me, memorizing my face at this moment.
“You think they’re closing in?” Seger asks, moving his fingers through the warm water.
“Time is running out,” Zepp says, nodding his head.
“Yeah,” Carter huffs, “Time is not on our side. Their fucking ears and eyes are everywhere.”
“You don’t think they’d try anything here. Do you?” Chase asks, worry lines creasing his forehead.
His eyes dart over the railing, almost as if he suspects someone will beat down the door to get to me. I mean, they could. Everyone in this town is obviously in on whatever they do. They could probably steal me in broad daylight, slit my throat, and leave me for dead. No one would bat an eye. I swallow hard at that imagery, hoping it never comes to that. I know time is not on my side, but I don’t want to think about what they want from me. Could I last five days in their grasp, if that’s what it came down to?
“With the entire town here, I don’t think they’d lift a finger tonight. But only tonight,” Zepp trails off, staring out the darkened windows. I can tell the moment his thoughts pull him in and consume him, his jaw begins to tick.
“So the question is, when do they strike? And how?” Seger asks, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.
“Again, with the fucking questions we have no answers to,” Carter says through clenched teeth.
“You think they’ll tell you? Bring you in on whatever?” Chase asks, slipping down into the water, submerging his chin into the heat.
“I don’t fucking know,” Carter says through a defeated sigh and closes his eyes. “They haven’t so far. I never know what the fuck they’re up to. Like tonight, why the hell was she invited? Why did my father look at her like a prized possession? Just why?” I wrap him tighter in my arms, resting my forehead against his. He blinks a few times, losing himself in my eyes, and I let him. He needs to step out of reality and into whatever world he can find inside me.
“We will figure it out,” I mumble with reassurance. “But for now,” I sigh, sitting up and cupping his cheeks. “Take my mind off of tonight?”
His brown eyes quickly spark to life, transforming from dull to hooded at my request. His fingers tighten around my waist. “You really want that, Sweetheart?” His deep voice cracks in a husky whisper. I know it’s the moment he and Seger have been waiting for over the past month. Tonight is the night they finally get to use their pierced dicks.
Three sets of eyes stare us down with volcanic levels of heat. Their breaths stall inside their chests—growing, desperate heat brews between the five of us. Tensions rise to a fever pitch, so palpable we could grasp it. Every inch of me trembles with anticipation. The boys move in, encompassing us in a circle, intent on worshiping every inch of me.
“Yes, please,” I whisper, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.
"Let'sgetthisdressoff." Light as feather touches dance along my shoulder, pulling the sleeves of my dress down my arms. Shivers trickle up and down my spine despite the heat steaming off the water, and goosebumps line my arms.
"And this," Seger mumbles, reaching for my removable cast, but waiting for my approval.
I give him a sharp nod, and we work together, undoing the Velcro straps holding my arm in. Once he slides the hard plastic cast off, he sets it in a dry area and sets my undersleeve with it, too. I groan, stretching my fingers and slowly moving my arm straight. It's been over a month since my surgery, and I'm allowed to move it around slowly. Other than sleeping and bathing, I'm supposed to wear my cast. I'm just thankful they took the hard plaster one off, and gave me one I could take off after Thanksgiving.
I sigh when the fingers roam over my body, and it hits me hard. I'll never get over how much they affect me, how one simple touch sends my body into bliss instead of turmoil.
I lean my head back against Seger's shoulder. Multiple fingers pull at my soaked dress, sticking to every inch of my skin. Yanking and tearing it down my body with several grunts, the fabric falls away, leaving me bare—exposed to the room. Their eyes feast on me like a delicious dinner presented to them on a platter for them to consume. I don’t have to look up to feel the fiery heat roaring in their eyes.
"Fuck," Seger mutters, running his fingers down the slope of my breast.
The brush of his fingertips circles my nipple until it buds painfully tight and stiff. The same gentle fingers flick it and then the other, moving back to their delicate swirls. It's delicious torture I want them to repeat over and over again.
"No underwear? No bra?" Zepp asks in a husky voice, dropping low with need.
Warm breaths pass across my nipple, followed by the warmth of a moist tongue. Circling. Nipping. Sucking. Over and over again, driving me to insanity. I try to reply with words. I really do. But my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and a desert appears, drying everything out. I moan when he cups my pussy.
They all work together in tandem to work me up but don't allow me to go over the edge. Bastards. The peak of my orgasm blossoms in my abdomen, and then they all back off as one. They’re like-minded, reading each other so easily when it comes to torturing me with expert hands.
A finger lightly brushes against my clit in feather-like strokes, going in tiny circles. I arch my back, trying to force myself down on it. But whoever it is chuckles at my desperation for more. I throw my head back, moaning to the ceiling when lightning bolts blast through my body, tightening my nipples to hard buds again.
