Chapter 7

Seven

Sapphire

I try to push up but Lev’s hand on my shoulder holds me in place. Elyah torturous tongue strokes over my dripping slit and up to tease over my pulsating nub. It doesn’t matter what I want. My body says I can either hang on for the ride in the front seat or sit back and wait.

Quakes from my previous orgasm rumble through me like tiny aftershocks so when his tongue continues to bat against my hypersensitive clit I might as well be hooked up to a direct current.

Shaking from head to toe, I find it hard to amass the energy to tell them off so I can run out of the room. My knees wouldn’t support me anyway.

Since performing a mad dash across a room full of members getting freaky is not happening, I opt to close my knees but the large shoulders between them prevent that from happening.

“Please, just let me go,” I plead, a sticky mess for my enemy.

Elyah rumbles with a dark chuckle against my clit and holy shit that feels way too good to not want. “Tell us your name and we might let you leave.”

My lips seal shut and my brain hooks on the word might .

“No answer?” Elyah draws. “I hoped you’d fight us a little, moya kroshka ,” he purrs.

I didn’t see it coming. One second I am floating down from a massive orgasm and the next I am shooting to the stars.

Smack.

The sound of wetness fills the private booth and I cringe from embarrassment.

And pain.

But pleasure too.

I screw my eyes closed and release a jagged breath. To humiliate me even more, Elyah spanks my pussy. But the worst part, oh God. I’m going to hell. Please just let me die right now.

He does it again and I hear the wet smacking sounds again. We all do.

Heat fills my face but there’s nowhere for me to hide.

Sticky juices spill from my slit to wet my thighs, the sofa, and Elyah’s hand. He’s not hitting me hard, but enough to cause shocks of electricity to pulsate through my core. I’m overly sensitive already and each smack makes my body jolt in their arms.

Tingles of pain and pleasure wash over my throbbing nub, my swollen folds, and my clenching core.

“What the hell? Stop. Just stop!” I fight to close my legs but they refuse to let me move. Lev collars my throat this time stroking the pad over the pulse point.

“Have something to tell us, beautiful?” Lev’s lips are next to my ear and when they brush over the shell my senses hit overload.

My orgasm lingers out of reach. A burning fire that only needs the right set of conditions to release its full strength.

Blue meets black as I glare into Elyah’s eyes. Arrogance pulls his lips up into a smirk that has me wanting to smack it off him.

Smack.

“Elyah!” I scream.

“Tell us and I’ll let you come so sweetly.”

NO! I scream internally but I know my fight is weakening. I shake my head to drive away the urge to give in. I refuse to come. Not like this. Not under such cruel, exquisite torture.

“Here you can whisper it to me.” Elyah leans in his scent pure male. “Still, no?”

Smack .

Again and again, he uses the right amount of force to have me toeing the edge of my release but never hard enough to send me over.

Gregor is between the two men. With my dress crumbled around my waist and naked from the neck down I’m fully exposed to his hungry intent. He palms my breast and takes a nipple between his warm lips. He sucks the tip deep into his hungry mouth.

He releases with a decadent and juicy pop. “Tell us what we already know, moya kroshka, and we’ll let you come.” He swirls the tip of his tongue over one peak and then the other.

“Sapphire,” I blurt, huffing with anger and need. “Sapphire Constantine.”

The sounds of their low rumbling growls are intoxicating.

Smack.

I buck against Elyah’s steady fingers. I sink a hand between my thighs and stroke my fingers over my clit. Once. That is all I am allowed before an iron grip clamps over my wrist and jerks it away.

“Bad girl.” Lev murmurs and does the job for me. I ride his hand to completion. Screaming, gasping, fighting for it and against it. Everything in me is shuddering and out of control. I collapse back against the sofa unable to catch my breath.

“We have a Constantine spread between us, gentlemen. Should we feast or let her free?”

Lev’s lips peel back like a beast. “I’m hungry. She runs and I’ll hunt her down for us, brother. Maybe we should give her a head start. I’m up for a little playtime.” The Bratva’s teeth rake across the pebbled tips of my breasts. The first one I can handle but when he moves to the other, I suck in air and cry out.

“She could slip out of neutral territory.”

“I’d risk a bullet to bring her back to us.”

They continue talking as if I am not naked and lying between the three of them.

I’m ashamed of how easily my body reacts to them, but at the same time, how can I not? They have worked my body to completion—twice. But I’m desperate to feel them deep inside me. I want what Belle has. I want it so badly I can feel the dream within my grasp.

Or it could all be fantasy. I’ll untangle fact from fiction later. Right now I just want to know what it is to have these men take my body.

A soft round of applause from beyond the curtain pushes away the fog lingering over my brain.

The show is done with and so am I.

None of them stand in my way when I push to my feet. Lingering gazes touch places but they don’t argue when I say, “Excuse me. I…uh…I just need to freshen up.”

Lust sparkles in Lev’s eyes when he reaches out and stops me. “Don’t go far.” He doesn’t hide the warning. I right my dress and step out of the curtain and head straight for a small place where guests can freshen up after their…activities. I push the door open and lean against the counter. No one else is in here with me when I find my gaze in the mirror. I don’t even recognize the freshly-pleasured woman staring back at me.

Don’t go far? Would he really chase me down?

“What have you done?” The blue sapphires eyeing me back have little wisdom to share. But the red in my cheeks, hard nipples, and mussed hair have volumes more to share.

I’m turned on. And I don’t want to run.

“Come on, Sapphire. Isn’t this what you want?”

One night with a trio of utterly sexy men who obviously want me. Sounds like a fantasy come true. Which never happens for me.

In the morning I can return to my life no one the wiser of what I’ve done.

“No, Sapphire. You cannot be irresponsible like your father.” It doesn’t matter how badly I want them or the dark promises in their touches. I can’t have any of that. Duty to the family first. I allow myself a moment to mentally picture what a family would be like. Maybe not with them but to hold a baby, to have a fresh start. To be in control of my life.

Swells of energy bloom deep in my core and leave me clutching the rims of the bathroom counter. And then, as suddenly as the dream came to life in my mind, I dash it away.

I reach for my phone intent on calling for Raphe to pick me up.

My body turns icy. “Oh shit.”

I race out of the bathroom. They see Harlon’s chat bubble on the screen and who knows how they will react. Lev would probably take a selfie and send it to him. Elyah would just stand back and let chaos ensue. Gregor…who knows.

The Gilded Key, like in New Orleans and Seattle, are neutral territory but that doesn’t make me any less of a Constantine. Being one and working directly with the head of the family are distinctly different.

One makes me vulnerable. The other paints a bullseye on my back.

I rush back to the booth to find the curtain still drawn. Hushed angry voices come from inside.

“She’s got the right genes, and we all want her, but I told you from the start there’s no way she will agree. That she does a little fooling around in the dark is one thing, but to do what we are asking is a whole other game, my brother.”

Lev sounds convinced whatever he is talking about I would have no interest in.

“You should have told me you were having second thoughts.”

Elyah is pissed. The growl in his tone is sharp, cutting. “ Poshel na khuy !”

I don’t speak all that much Russian but I know that was a big fuck you to his friend.

“It would have to be with a contract and full knowledge or not at all.”

Silence.

“It is why The Gilded Key Society is the only place that this will work—their breeder contract. If she agrees.”

Agrees to what? Belle’s words come back to me. I take the ends of the curtain in hand and pull it open just slightly to hear better.

“So what now?” Gregor asks. “We let her walk away? She is perfect. Fuck, please don’t say we have to let her go. I’m still high from the taste of her sweetness on my tongue. She’s just like I imagined. We wanted this. Planned for it. She’s ours. Tell me you don’t feel the same and we will walk away. But I felt something with her.”

Theirs? As in they own me? Who thinks like that? More importantly, what exactly did they plan?

“Getting soft in your old age, Gregor?”

“Fuck you, Lev.”

“We can’t force her to do anything. Tying her up and filling her belly with a baby might sound kinky and fun as fuck, but not unless she consents.”

Elyah speaks with authority neither of the other two contests.

I force myself to ignore my gut, bust into the room, and demand what the hell all that is supposed to mean. Do they have plans to kidnap me? I want to examine every little detail in their words but Lev is speaking.

“She would be beautiful round with our child. Tying her up can be optional. But it boils down to the fact we need a breeder and we don’t have much time. And she knows who we are and still didn’t run away. That has to say something in our favor.”

My heart stops cold. They want me as their breeder? And they planned it that way. More silence comes from within the booth.

“A union that has both alliances forged would make us strong. Them and us and please your father. It would finally end the bloodshed between us. I’m just fucking tired, Elyah. Tired. How can we protect the people under our care and the people we love if we are constantly at war?”

Pain and anger crackle in Gregor’s words.

“You saw how she ran away from us. Maybe we were foolish to think this would work. When was the last time a Constantine entertained listening to the Southern Alliance?”

I can just barely make out what Lev is saying.

A sarcastic laugh. “I remember. It’s when we first saw her. You don’t?—”

I step around the curtain and let it fall behind me, interrupting Elyah.

I am sealed in our private booth with the three powerful mafia men. And they’ve all leveled their rock-hard gazes on me. I take a deep breath.

“I remember. It was two years ago,” I say. “When my cousin Harlon agreed to meet you. He turned you away for fear of retaliation from his crew. I remember everything about that day because it’s the day I realized I wanted more.” Much more. “I wanted you three. I thought I was broken.”

Hard gazes pin me to the floor where I stand. My hair hangs loosely around my shoulders and back in dark tumbles of curls. It catches Gregor’s eye and I know what he’s thinking. He wants to get his hands in it and take control of me again.

Not this time. I hold a hand up when he looks ready to act on the dark thoughts I recognize in his eyes.

I hold each of their gazes in turn. “That is the night I first met you. You didn’t pay much attention to me, but I saw you. I listened to you speak. You were smart and you had ideas of peace. I think Harlon was a fool not to entertain them.”

Gregor is beside me, and I drop my hand. He wraps the ends of my hair around his fingers just like I predicted. “We saw you, malyshka .”

Lev moves behind me and I feel his heavy shaft like a red-hot poker against my ass. “You were tempting to steal away right then. Not being able to pursue you made us mad with lust.”

I take a steadying breath which was a bad idea. Instead of being clear-minded, now my senses are permeated with their combined masculine scents. In fact, all my senses are heightened.

Involuntarily, my heart lurches and I fight to catch my breath and what Lev is saying.

Elyah moves toward me. Yards of tight muscle beneath his finely-tailored suit flexes and bunches as he prowls closer.

I swallow my nervousness and dig deep for strength not to buckle at the knees.

Gregor, Elyah, and Lev have all their attention zeroed in on me and deep inside a piece of a puzzle falls in place. I could have them. I could be theirs and they would be mine. Hope for what that means steals my good senses.

Gregor’s hand wanders up the slip of my dress and though I fight the urge, I give in and tilt my head to the side for the light press of Lev’s kiss on my neck.

Elyah stands just short of me being able to touch him, but his gaze doesn’t miss a detail.

“How much of our conversation did you hear, Constantine?”

“I heard everything, Elyah.” I let my words resonate.

Pure heat washes over his expression.

He’s a divine sight when he’s suspicious. Hooded eyes, clenched jaw and dark glittering resolve set in all those finely developed muscles have me curious as to what’s going on in that brain of his. I think I am on the cusp of discovering my deepest secrets about myself. I want them inside me and round with their child.

I don’t know what that says about me as a human being but growing up in a family that could so easily turn their backs on blood planted a deep-rooted desire in me to be different. And here I have the chance to have protection at my back and a baby in my arms from men I feel connected to. Contrary to my gut instinct, I have to trust everything else will fall into place. Or I could lose out because of my fear.

Roaming fingers linger over my heated skin. They don’t stay in one spot for long, just enough to send a flush of renewed fire to spill through me. Heat scorches a path straight for my clit. If they knew how close I am to coming on the spot, they’d probably take me right here.

As if an eight-point-five earthquake shakes my world I am thrown off balance as my reality shifts. I don’t care what others think. I want this. I want them. Taboo, cliche, and against the family credence of sleeping with the enemy. None of it matters. Belle was right. If I want something I need to reach for it.

Lev leisurely slips those curious fingers between my legs and pets my wet pussy.

“Still wet for us, beautiful?” he purrs.

He knows damn well I am.

“If you heard everything, then you know what we need,” Gregor draws in his Russian accent. “Let’s take this to a room. I want to get you naked and see your delicious body take our cocks.”

I swear with all my being my heart drops to the carpeted floor between my feet.

After mentally collecting my wits and the pieces of my thumping heart I find my voice and nerve buried under piles of doubt.

This is it, Sapphire. Time to be bold.

“You need a breeder,” I state firmly. “You’re right. I can help with that.”

Elyah takes my face in his hands. “We’ll need a contract first.”