8. Addison

Chapter eight

Addison

M y eyes were squeezed shut, but the sounds of whimpering and squelching echoed around my head. I knew what was behind me, and I knew what would happen if I looked. I was frozen on the ground, shivering and aching all over, desperate for the sounds to stop. The dock worker moaned loudly, and I heard a dull thud of flesh hitting the concrete. Shuffling sounds had the blood freezing in my veins, and I rolled over, daring a glance at the horror behind me. He was standing, blood pouring from the stump as he stumbled forward toward me. No, that wasn't right.

He'd never made it through his hand, he'd never escaped . I scrambled backward, trying to get away from him, but the rope tying my hands prevented me from moving away. The dock worker lurched toward me, his bloody stump outstretched as he moaned, his face covered in blood. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me. He fell on top of me, covering me in his blood. I screamed again and thrashed, fighting him off, desperate to get away from him. He was dead. He'd never gotten through the entire hand…

"Addy!"

I screamed for Cain, for Wyatt, begging them to find me in time. He was suffocating me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move underneath his horrible weight.

"Addy, sweetheart! Wake up!"

My eyes popped open, and the scream died in my throat as I shot upward, Wyatt catching me in his arms. My lungs weren't working. I was trying, but the air was getting stuck. I clawed at Wyatt's back as he soothed me, murmuring reassurances in my ear. The door banged open, revealing a shirtless Austin and a confused-looking Piper. They both climbed up onto the bed and moved to my side. I sank my nails into Wyatt's back, gasping for breath as the ghost of the dock worker crushed my lungs.

"I'll take it away," Wyatt murmured, and slowly, the dead man on my chest was removed, leaving a gaping emptiness in its wake. I inhaled, and immediately sobs racked my body, leaving me shaking and limp in Wyatt's arms.

"Give me the fear. It's okay, I'm used to it," I heard Piper say, and saw a flash of jewelry as he reached out to Wyatt, clasping his hand. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and wiggled in Wyatt's arms, trying to move so I could see if Piper was okay.

"Babe, just settle down, breathe," Wyatt murmured. He let me turn around so I could see Austin and Piper, but kept me trapped in his lap, his hand stroking my hair as I took a few more shaky breaths, tears running down my face.

"I'm so sorry," I mumbled, watching Piper wrap his arms around himself, his eyes glazed over as he experienced the panic that had been coursing through my body only moments ago. "I didn't mean to wake everyone up…"

Austin tugged Piper closer as he started mumbling under his breath. His eyes began to cloud over, my fear triggering his… whatever it was. I beckoned him over, Austin helping to guide him into my arms. I ran my hands over his face, soothing him as best I could. Some of the fog seemed to lift as I stroked his bronze locks away from his face, and his eyes met mine.

"I'm not ready to die yet," he told me earnestly, a tear running down his face. His statement made my blood run cold, and I felt Wyatt shift behind me, his hand reaching out to clasp Piper's arm.

"You're not dying, man, you're okay," he assured him. They were squishing me between them now, in this awkward half hug, and my tender nipples rubbed against Piper's chest, making me wince. Wyatt groaned in response, the pain disappearing almost immediately, and I laughed hoarsely.

"You should've gotten pierced, not me," I teased, leaning back against him. Piper blinked confusedly, then his eyes dropped to my thin tank top. I yelped in surprise when he grabbed the hem and yanked my shirt up, revealing my piercings.

"Good work, Austin," he breathed, staring hungrily. Austin moved up behind him, his hand slipping down past Piper's waistband as he murmured something in his ear, and Piper tipped his head back, his fingers tracing over my breasts. Every pass over my sensitive nipples had me gasping, but Wyatt took care of it immediately. I felt him getting hard behind me, his hands gripping my hips as I ground my ass against him.

Austin was still stroking Piper, but they were both staring at me, making my skin flush with heat. Piper smirked and tweaked one of the barbells, the yelp morphing into a moan as Wyatt worked his magic. One of his hands slipped off my hip and tugged down my panties, feeling the wet heat that was growing between my thighs. "We should be gentlemen and help you take care of this," he murmured, his fingers teasing my clit. I moaned and arched my back, my chest pressing against Piper's.

"Little Spider," Piper murmured, capturing my lips with his. I closed my eyes and whimpered as his tongue slipped into my mouth. Hands were all over me, teasing me, stroking me. I heard fabric tear as my panties were shredded and removed, and someone tugged my tank top the rest of the way over my head. Piper stole the air from my lungs, kissing me so desperately I felt tears form in my eyes. He kissed like a man going off to war, knowing he would never return.

I was naked between them now, but their hands kept me warm, kneading my breasts and stroking my thighs. Wyatt's fingers continued to tease my clit, his other hand moving down off my hip to trace lower. I shivered when he circled my tight, puckered hole, his lips tickling my ear. "Can we make you feel good, sweetheart?" he whispered. "All of us?" I moaned as he teased me further, breaking away from Piper's lips with a gasp.

"Yes, please!" I begged, and Piper grinned and started trailing kisses down my neck. I felt the bed shift, and someone rifled through the side table. It must have been Austin since I was still sandwiched between Wyatt and Piper. The sound of a bottle popping open caught my attention, but then Austin's face appeared beside me. He was naked too now, and my hand moved immediately to his cock, stroking him as he kissed me. A cool liquid trickled down my ass, and Wyatt's finger returned, circling and teasing my tight hole. Austin shifted in front of me as Piper disappeared for a moment, his fingers slipping down to play with my clit.

"Just relax, I've got to get you ready for my cock," Wyatt murmured in my ear. I felt his finger slip past the ring of muscle, and fuck it felt tight.

"I can help," Austin rasped, and he smiled hungrily, flashing his fangs at me. He dropped down onto his back on the bed, grabbing my hips and pulling me over until I was kneeling on either side of his face. Piper's hands caught me as I nearly lost my balance, and he grinned cheekily. He was also completely naked, except for his copious amounts of jewelry. I noticed a new ring on his left hand, a large silver thing with a spider engraving on it. The body of the spider was a blood red jewel, and I wondered where he'd stolen it from.

"See if you can smother our serpent friend," Piper smirked, coaxing me to lower down until I was flush on Austin's mouth. He attacked my pussy like a man possessed, and Piper held me when I immediately began to tremble, my back arching as pleasure built up in my core. Wyatt's finger returned to its ministrations, but I could barely concentrate on the unfamiliar stretch as Austin lapped and teased me. Piper stole my lips again, his cock pressing against my hip as I whimpered, pressing back into Wyatt as a second finger joined in, scissoring inside me and stretching me out. The sensations were too much to bear. I cried out as I came hard, rocking my hips and riding Austin's face. I tried to sit up, but his hands gripped my thighs like a vise, forcing me to still. My first orgasm had barely faded as another started building, and I cried out, clawing down Piper's back as I came again, liquid pooling down my thighs and soaking Austin's face.

"Fuck!" I gasped, and Wyatt chuckled as Austin crawled out from underneath me, his chin glistening as he smirked. He sat up and kissed Piper greedily, who moaned against his lips.

"You're all ready for me, sweetheart," Wyatt murmured in my ear, holding me up by the waist. I could barely kneel anymore, my legs threatening to give out. Piper pulled away from Austin and smiled, dragging me over to him.

"Lay down on me, Little Spider, we're not done with you yet," he told me. I straddled his hips, gasping as the tip of his cock notched at my entrance and sank in swiftly. I collapsed onto my elbows, feeling so full already, and Wyatt hadn't even joined yet. Austin smoothed down my hair, hissing gently as I heard the bottle cap pop again, and more cool liquid trickled down onto my ass.

"Relax, I've got you," Wyatt soothed, and I felt something a lot bigger than a finger pressing into me, stretching me slowly as Wyatt slid his length inside of me. I forgot how to breathe, feeling so full I was sure something would tear. Wyatt's fingers dug into my hips, pressing into my back as he filled me completely, moaning in my ear. "Fuck, sweetheart. You're so fucking tight, it's unbelievable," he whispered. I wanted to answer him, but the only sound I could make was a breathless whimper. Any coherent thought left my brain once the guys started moving. The pressure set off fireworks of pleasure in my core, leaving me a writhing mess in their arms.

Austin gripped my chin with his hand, forcing my head up. His other hand was fisted around his cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum as he watched me hungrily. I opened my mouth immediately, licking his shaft when he thrust into my mouth, gagging me as he hit the back of my throat. I moaned, letting him fuck my mouth, feeling the pressure cresting inside of me.

Piper moaned as his thrusts became more erratic. He was close, too, and I felt him come undone as my pussy clenched around him. My orgasm was so powerful I saw stars, and I screamed around Austin's cock, my body shaking. Austin's hands tangled in my hair, and he jerked roughly as he finished in my mouth, coating the back of my throat. At the same time, Wyatt finished with a loud moan, collapsing half on top of me as I sank into Piper's chest, utterly spent.

Movement out of the corner of my eye had me looking up, and I caught Cain watching from the doorway. He looked rumpled, as if we'd woken him up - which we probably did. I wasn't quiet. My face burned under his gaze, his eyes flashing red in the darkness. I wonder how long he'd been watching, how much he'd seen. Why hadn't he joined in? My heart ached, missing his touch.

He stepped inside the room, quiet as a ghost, and I squirmed out from under Wyatt, avoiding stepping on Piper and Austin as I maneuvered out of the bed. They were all nearly asleep, curled up and sated like a pack of wolves after a hunt. I climbed off the bed gingerly, my legs still shaking from the exertion. Cain caught me as I stumbled, lifting me off my feet and carrying me against his chest out of the room. I sighed and relaxed into his arms, feeling entirely safe as he carried me down the stairs toward his room.

I thought he was taking me to his bed, but instead, he turned and brought me into his bathroom. I heard the shower turn on, and my eyes shot open when he stepped into the shower with me, appearing not to care that he was still dressed. His shirt stuck to his chest, and his gray sweatpants darkened as he held me under the hot stream, letting the water flow down my hair and pool between my breasts. I squirmed until he let me down to stand, still holding me up as I turned, letting the water wash away the sweat and other fluids that had accumulated on my skin. Cain grabbed a washcloth and wordlessly helped to clean me off. His touch was always exceedingly tender and completely out of character for my abrasive protector.

Once the water began to cool, Cain shut it off and wrapped me in a large towel before scooping me back up and carrying me to his bed. He laid me down on the mattress and stripped off his damp clothes before climbing in beside me. His naked skin radiated heat as he curled around me, making my bones melt and every muscle in my body relax.

"What was the nightmare tonight?" he murmured, the first words he'd spoken to me all night.

"It was the dock worker," I explained, the words catching in my throat. He stroked my hair soothingly, kissing my forehead so gently that fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry, love," he whispered, holding me as I sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry."