Page 94 of Ruthless Beasts

I ran my fingers through her hair, my vision blurring for a moment from the pleasure her tongue circling my tip brought me. She didn’t take her eyes off me, the sight alone so erotic I knew I’d not forget it.

Tugging on her strands, I praised, “So fucking pretty with my cock between your lips. Do you know that?” She whimpered her response, and I continued, “Look what you did to Mercer. He’s so fucking weak because of you. How does Ace feel? Have you dreamed about all our cocks?”

Her fingers squeezed the sheets, my words causing a groan to vibrate through my dick. Ace cursed. His hands fell to her hips to grip her tight. “She’s squeezing me so fucking hard I don’t know how much longer I can last. You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

I pushed in deep, causing her to gag before I pulled back. “Ace likes the feel of you and Mercer coating his dick.” Tears fell down her cheeks, and I wiped them before leaning over and kissing her forehead. “You’re doing so fucking well.”

And she was. She took all we gave her, a fucking beauty among us beasts. And when she came again, her eyes bright, her body taut, she took Ace and me with her. My cum poured down her throat, streaming hot ropes of ecstasy, until I was weak in the knees, my mind hazy as we all collapsed into a pile on the bed, limbs intertwined, minds blissed out, consumed by lust and love. Living in the peace we had built together.

If only that peace would last.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

ACE

Blaine was dead.

That was a message that rang through, causing a chorus of beeps to tear into our peaceful sleep. The text message was from Max, one of our highest guards, but it wasn’t until Adam cursed that the true implication of the text registered.

Blaine was dead, and Accardo killed him.

The last time he was seen alive was trailing after Accardo when Adam ordered him to make sure Accardo left the property, and now…

I stared at the photo Max sent over of Blaine’s lifeless body. It wasn’t our fault. I knew this. We couldn’t control the actions of other men, only our own. But I knew the guilt of Blaine’s death would send Adam into a spiral of emotion.

“Stay with Bellamy,” I ordered Adam, though I knew he was going to put up a fight.

“I can’t. I need to go. I sent him to trail Accardo, Ace. I sent him to his death.” This was personal; his tortured tone told me so. But there was nothing he could do about it now. We’d collectBlaine’s body, tell his family, and pay our respects. Nothing less, nothing more.

“Bellamy is going to need you when she wakes up,” I reminded him, as I leaned down, kissing her forehead before taking a silky strand of hair and wrapping it around my fingers. “Accardo wants you to be there, so he’ll get us in your place.”

“This was a personal attack on my family after he issued a threat.” His voice was lowered. “He threatened you both and Belle. When will he come for you? When will he take an opportunity to take everything else I care about from me?”

“You think he’s a threat to us?” Mercer laughed, keeping the sound low enough to not stir Belle. “You have so little trust in us that you think Accardo will bring us down? We’re stronger together; you know that. Three of us against him. He’d never stand a chance. Stay with our girl. We’ll be back in a few hours.”

Mercer rose slowly, untangling himself from our sleeping princess before crawling off Adam’s bed, and it finally registered, memories finally flooding me. We fucking did that. We all fucked her senseless, then crumbled into a pile of limbs on Adam’s bed. I couldn’t speak for them, but I had no regrets. My only concern was when we could do it again.

“One of you could stay,” Adam argued, his fingers pulling at the strands of hair that were already a mess.

“One of us won’t stay.”

“It’s my man. It’s disrespectful not to pay respects.” His argument held merit, but it wasn’t strong enough for us to cave.

“Our man. Our respects. And I’m sure his family will understand that you’re at home looking after your pregnant wife.” I paused as I looked over at her for a moment, almost forgetting what I was saying. “We’ll set them up financially. Make sure they’ll want for nothing.”

Mercer nodded. “We’ve got this, boss.”

Boss. I smirked. We all knew that Adam was never the boss of us. Still, sometimes we tossed out the nickname to remind him he wasn’t in charge as much as he thought he was. This was a partnership between us. And he may be the boss of everyone below us, but never us.

“You’ll call,” Adam ordered, and if the situation weren’t so serious, I would joke about how that wasn’t even a full order. Call when? Call because? Call why? But I knew he meant we’d call about anything, everything, whatever we needed to speak about, we did it together.

“We’ll call,” I agreed.

Mercer and I left him half-dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed, with our lady slumbering sweetly next to him. I wondered if she knew the lengths he would go in order to keep her protected. If she knew, she was now the very center of our universe, and this universe was about to get messy, bloody from the betrayals and revenge. Necessary casualties were ahead and unfortunately, it wouldn’t end with Blaine’s death. It would end with Accardo’s blood coating our hands.

We gave ourselves ten minutes to change clothes and let Lady out, but we didn’t bother with showering. We knew from past experiences that by the end of the night, we’d likely be covered in the blood of the dead. After letting the dog into Adam’s room, we climbed into the black sedan and headed to the location Max had sent us.

Max and Drew were standing outside the unfinished parking garage on the east side of our property, waiting for our arrival. A few other guards stood further back, their eyes shifting about, waiting for trouble to come. But I knew Accardo was too smart. Trouble wouldn’t be coming today. No, he liked the long game. Blaine’s death was to prove a point. He wasn’t afraid. But then again, neither were we.

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