Page 27 of The Awakening

“Fuckkkk,” Dean growls, letting his head fall back as I continue to pump. Watching as he comes undone in front of me, I want to see more. Licking my lips, I open my mouth to him, taking in his soft head and wrapping my lips around his hard length. Looking up at him as I continue to take him deeper down my throat, his abdomen flexes, making me smile internally.

“Thatta girl, take all of me,” he groans, his fingers threading through my hair and pushing me deeper until I can feel him pushing against the back of my throat. My eyes start to water at his enormous length, but I keep him there, swallowing him down to keep me from gagging.

“You take me so well.” His hand starts to pull my hair back, my lips sliding against his velvety smooth length until he’s completely free, my lips making a popping sound as he pulls out of me. Dean tilts my chin up so he can see my whole face, saliva dripping down my chin. With his thumb, he cleans away the drool from my chin.

“So, fucking beautiful when you’re choking on my cock.” I let out a moan of satisfaction with his praise. I open my mouth once again, sticking my tongue out in an invitation to choke me some more. Just as the tip touches my tongue, the bedroom door flies open, startling me. Sitting back on the bed, I see the silhouette of a man, breathing heavily as he reaches for the door, closing it with a loud slam.

“Did you think you’d be the only one punishing her for that little show, mate?” The smooth yet dangerous tone of Everett’s voice has me clenching my thighs together. My pussy throbs, the need and desire for more friction between my legs causing me to burn up.

“She was just showing me how sorry she is,” Dean says to Everett, his hand threading back through my hair and lining my lips up with his cock once more.

“Perfect. I need an apology as well. No one sees our girl naked but us.” Stepping into the room further, Everett stands beside Dean, unbuttoning his trousers. Once finished, he rips open the front of his button-up shirt, causing buttons to fly and exposing his flexed abs. Fuck, these men are giving me exactly what I want.

As I stare at Everett’s chest, Dean, without warning, pushes his cock down my throat in a harsh thrust, making my eyes water. Dean is moaning with his satisfaction as he sets a rhythm, pushing my head up and down his cock, my lips greedily sucking as he goes.

“Look how sorry she is, mate,” Dean groans to Everett. I grab onto Dean’s thigh to steady myself, but it’s not long before I find my knees on the floor, peering up at him as I swallow his cock.

“I’m still waiting for my apology, love.” My eyes look up to see Everett. His cock is already out while his hand is pumping long, lazy strokes down his length. The tension Dean has on my hair eases up and I’m able to pop my lips off the end of his cock. Licking the mess off my lips, I let go of Dean’s thighs. I grab onto Everett’s, pulling him closer to me so I can take him into my mouth. Grabbing the base of his cock in my hand, I spit on the tip before wrapping my lips around him and taking him to the back of my throat.

“Baby girl,” Everett drawls, his deep voice giving me all the praise I need. I continue my way up and down his length, his cock twitching between my lips as my speed picks up. “Yes, love, take it all. Be a good girl for me.” Saliva drips down my chin, my lips sucking and popping off his tip every time I pull out.

“Keep going, beautiful, don’t move,” I hear Dean say from behind me. I didn’t even notice when he moved from Everett’s side. Dean’s large hands grab my waist, lifting my ass up so high I have to place both my hands on Everett’s thighs to steady myself. Everett grabs my hair in a tight fist, pulling me all the way into him, his cock pushing on the back of my throat, my face buried against his lower stomach. Just when I feel like I can’t hold my breath anymore, he pulls me away from him. I gasp for air, but I only get a couple of deep breaths before he pulls me forward once again, his cock pushing past my lips.

Dean still has a hand on my waist, as he rubs my ass with the other. His fingers coming so close to the spot I’m dying for him to touch. Pushing back towards him, he lets out a low groan.

“Is this what you want, baby girl, for me to touch you here?” Dean’s fingers brush over my most sensitive spot, his fingers barely brushing the ache between my legs. I moan, continuing to push back, needing him to give me some relief. “Then you better promise us you won’t pull that shit again. Like Everett said, no one sees our girl naked but us. You belong to us.” I moan again, my mouth too full of Everett’s cock to answer him, so hopefully my moans will tell him just how much I promise. “Thatta girl,” he coos from behind me, two fingers slowly pushing past my lips and into my eager pussy. I moan around Everett’s cock, his abdomen flexing with the vibration of my moans.

“Fuckkk, mate, she’s very, very sorry,” Everett says to Dean. “Should we give her what she wants?” he asks, my eyes widening at the need for Dean, for Everett—fuck—for both of them. “Right, then, fill her up, mate.” With that, Dean thrusts his cock fully inside me, the pain of his cock stretching my walls morphing into a delicious pleasure. Everett pulls my hair, his cock popping off my lips again. He pats the side of my cheek a couple times, my breathing trying to catch up from switching from one cock to the other.

“Good girl,” he coos down at me, but I’m lost in the friction of Dean’s cock inside me I can’t focus on anything else. Everett kneels down in front of me so his face is level with mine, his lips capturing mine in a brutal kiss. Our tongues entangle as Dean continues thrusting from behind me. I moan into Everett’s mouth. When Dean hits the spot inside me, my core buzzes with a building orgasm.

“She’s close, mate,” Everett calls to Dean over my head. “That makes two of us.” Dean’s pace picks up, his thrusts hard and fast as Everett stands to his feet once again. Stepping closer to me, Everett grabs his cock and rubs the tip over my lips.

“Open wide, love.” I do as I’m told, my tongue darting out as he pushes the head past my lips until I’m gagging on his length once again. Everett places both his hands on my head, his fingers gripping my hair as he finds his rhythm.

I’m so close, my thighs and abs are flexed so tight as I chase my orgasm. When Dean presses his thumb against my clenched hole, I detonate. The floor is wobbling beneath me as black spots cloud my vision. The heat between my legs sends shock waves throughout my body as my walls clamp around Dean’s cock.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” Dean says, his hands grabbing my waist and squeezing tight. A few thrusts later, Dean finds his release, filling me up as he groans with his pleasure.

“My fucking turn.” Is all the warning I get. Everett pushes his cock so far down my throat, holding me there until warm jets of cum slide down the back of my throat. When he finishes, he pulls my hair back, his already softening cock sliding from my throat. I greedily gasp for air as drool and remnants of Everett slide down my chin. Dean then pulls out of my pussy, his warm seed sliding down my thighs. I’m a mess, an utter mess of drool, cum, and the most delicious post-orgasmic bliss I could ever ask for.

I almost fall to the floor as soon as Dean is fully out of me, but his large arms wrap around my waist, holding me to his hard front as I continue to find my breath. Leaning back on Dean, I hear the sound of running water. Opening my eyes, I see Everett exiting the bathroom, billows of steam following after him. Standing in front of me, he grabs my chin with his thumb.

“You, my dear, look like you could use a shower.” I don’t respond. I don’t even move my legs towards the shower. Dean laughs from over my shoulder as he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bathroom. Placing me down softly, Everett enters the shower first, helping me step beneath the overhead facet as Dean makes his way in behind me. The three of us shower, both my guys cleaning me softly as I lean into them. I let my head wander, thoughts of Colson being here soon making me smile.

The four of us. Soon we’ll be complete.

After my so-called punishments, we all fell asleep naked in Colson’s bed. However, I couldn’t fall asleep right away. The thoughts of Colson being back in this room—his room—in his bed with me, had my mind racing with excitement. The next morning, we met up with Arno, Stefan, and Jei to go over the plan in more elaborate detail. Looking through our entrance points on the map of the compound and where Arno and I would be offering myself up as the decoy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. I mean, damn, I was about to offer myself up to Cara. The bitch, who not only stole my men from me, but has also been torturing Colson for the past six fucking months. As scared as I am about this plan, my desire for revenge surpasses all fears that lurk beneath my surface.

Everett and Dean have a very small window where they will be able to sneak into the compound where Colson is being held, retrieve him, and retreat back to the “safe zone” before Arno’s and my cover is discovered. My goal is to keep Cara talking for as long as possible. You know those movies where the villain has a long monologue they spew right before they are taken out? Well, that’s my goal. Keep her talking so my guys can get the third piece of my heart to safety. Sounds easy enough.

“Right, is everyone clear on what their objectives are? Anyone confused in any way? Speak up now. There is no room for fuck ups with this extraction.” Everett slowly gazes around the room at the lot of us and watches each one of our heads nod in assurance.

“Right then, get your gear, and let’s head out. Plane leaves in one hour.” Arno claps my shoulder before exiting the room with Stefan, Jei, Stone, and Cane following behind him. I watch as their footsteps fade away and the front door closes loudly behind them. I inhale a deep breath, turning to look at Everett and Dean, who are both standing behind the office desk, watching me intently.

“What?” I ask, the heat of their gazes making my skin burn.

“You sure you want to do this, love?” Everett asks, his hands resting flat on the desk, all the while his eyes remain on mine. His brows are furrowed together, his emerald eyes darker than normal, as he waits for my response. My eyes fall on Dean, his huge arms are crossed over his chest, as he, too, stares at me with darkened eyes. I let out a short breath straightening my back as I say, “I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.” I don’t falter or give any indication that I’m even the slightest bit concerned. I’m ready to prove to myself that the once scared and frightened little girl who snuck up to the roof to escape those who once hurt me is gone. I’ve spent too much of my life cowering and running from the monsters that haunt me in the dark. The demons who slowly stripped me of my innocence, only to be tossed into the depths of misery. No. She’s no longer with us. She’s been altered, changed, reborn into what they will soon come to realize as their worst fucking nightmare.

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