27. Grace

Chapter twenty-seven

Grace

T here was a manic, other-worldly energy that surrounded these men, and it was dangerously addictive. I could feel myself being pulled under, submersed in their heady spell. The events from the party had me all out of sorts. A mixture of adrenaline and heat were coursing through my veins, mingling with the champagne I'd drunk. We all piled out of the car when we returned to the house, and I trailed after them as they headed inside, clustering in the living room to plan. I kicked off my heels and sat down on the couch, tucking my feet under my thighs as I watched them. They always felt a little… disjointed to me. I never understood how they'd all come together under one roof. But watching them now was like a glimpse behind the curtain—they worked seamlessly, each one with their own role. Discomfort rolled over my shoulders, I felt distinctly like I was intruding now.

Anders was busy getting glasses out and pouring equal measures of an amber liquid as Levy flickered into view, his shirt unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. Levy took a seat on the floor, in front of the coffee table, setting up his laptop in front of him. Jesse dropped down on the couch beside me, his hands flowing like water and he rapid-fire signed back and forth with Erik, who was pacing the length of the room in front of us.

A glass appeared under my nose, and I startled, glancing up at Anders, who cocked an eyebrow at me. I opened my mouth to politely decline, but then I realized that this glass was different from the rest. Smelling it, I realized he got me gin instead, knowing I preferred it. I took it, smiling up at him, and he met my eyes for a long moment before turning on his heel and walking over to Erik, stopping him mid-stride to foist a drink into his hands. Jesse and Levy already had theirs, and I was surprised when Anders poured one for himself.

"This is the plan," Erik announced, signing as he stood in front of us. "We've walked through this a hundred times now, and we know our roles." I glanced down at my lap, my stomach twisting. "Have your go-bags ready, check your weapons, and we will sleep in shifts from now on," Erik continued.

"Our allies have changed. If we get separated, head into Sparrow's territory and wait there to reconnect. Avoid Senior's men, we can't be sure which have retained allegiances," Anders added, leaning against the wall. I watched Levy hold up his phone, wiggling it as a reminder. "Phones on and charged at all times." Anders nodded. "Levy can find us this way. Any message from us should contain the code word to ensure authenticity. Club," he announced, and I frowned in confusion.

"Spade," Levy murmured.

"Diamond," Jesse signed.

"Ace," Erik finished, nodding, his eyes glittering with a positively sinister gleam. "We can do this with minimal bloodshed and maximum reward. Cheers." He lifted his glass. Everyone followed suit, and I lifted my glass to my lips, letting some of the bitter liquor slide over my tongue.

"Anders, you'll stick with Angel, but if things go tits up-" Erik began, and I shivered when I felt the men's eyes focused on me abruptly.

"Levy will take her to the safehouse. I have her go-bag ready." Anders's gaze was a magnet, drawing my eyes to him. "Douglas won't get you back," he told me, with a cold seriousness that had the breath catching in my throat.

Erik downed his drink, rolling his shoulders as he started to unbutton his shirt, his hands barely pausing as he continued to sign to Jesse. They had their silent conversation, with Anders interjecting every so often, refilling glasses as they emptied. I watched with interest as Levy did some complicated-looking shit on his laptop, several windows open as he cycled through cameras and other more elaborate monitors.

A little out of my depth, I settled into the couch, practicing my signing by trying to follow the intense conversation happening between the three men. At some point, I must've drifted off, my glass still in my hand. Someone shouting startled me awake, and I sat up quickly, looking around the room. Levy was still on the floor at my feet, but his computer was beside him now. The table was covered in cards, and all four men were arguing, half in sign and half out loud. It was still dark out, so I couldn't have been asleep that long, but a glance at the empty bottle beside Anders told me that they'd stopped strategizing a while ago. All of them looked loose and unwound, their button-up shirts discarded and hair rumpled, a youthful energy in their movements.

"Statistically, it makes no sense!" Anders announced, outraged. Erik shrugged, grinning like the god of mischief himself. A hand on my ankle startled me, and I turned to find Jesse smiling at me, his piercings sparkling in the light.

"What's going on?" I signed, and Jesse signed something I didn't understand. I looked to the others for an explanation, but Anders was too irate at the moment, combing through the pile of cards on the table. The hand on my ankle tightened, and I yelped as Jesse suddenly dragged me to him. As languid as a cat, he crawled over me, caging me underneath him. I opened my mouth to scold him, but his lips found a sensitive patch of skin behind my ear, and my words turned into a gasp as he dragged his teeth across it.

All traces of sleep burned away as Jesse kissed a trail down my neck. He was so good at this, it wasn't fair, it made it hard to even think. A small moan slipped through my lips, and I turned my head to find three sets of eyes watching us, their argument forgotten. I flushed scarlet and tapped Jesse on the shoulder, but he was a man on a mission. Too focused on what his mouth was doing, I hadn't noticed his hand working on the zipper on the side of my dress. At least, not until he pulled, and the top of my dress slid, the strapless top slipping down until my breasts were uncovered. "Jesse!" I gasped, catching my dress before it slid down my hips. "Oh my god-" I whimpered as he ran his thumb over one of my nipples, trying to keep my head as I considered the other people in the room. All thoughts fled my brain when he brought his lips to my breast, teasing my nipple with his tongue.

My hand tangled in Jesse's hair as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, heat pooling in my core as I writhed underneath him. I cried out, arching my back as he nipped me gently, his tongue immediately there to soothe the sting of his teeth. I dared a look at the room, which had gone so silent, I swore the others had left. But of course not. There they were, watching with equal looks of hunger on their faces. Anders looked positively wild, his hair messy and his tank top untucked. Their eyes on me had my blood turning molten in my veins, and my grip on Jesse's hair tightened as Levy rose and joined Anders, who grabbed him by the shirt and jerked him back against the wall opposite me, still in my eyeline. I could see Levy's erection straining against his pants, and the thought that he was worked up just seeing Jesse and I left a glow of pride under my skin and desire boiling molten in my core. Jesse's hips brushed against mine, and I bucked against him with a whimper, begging for friction.

"You're so responsive Angel, I love the noises you make," Erik murmured, coming over and kneeling by my head next to the couch. His hand came up to stroke my hair as Jesse moved to my other breast, teasing my nipple until it was a hard point. I moaned again, arching into Jesse's mouth.

"I need-" I gasped, my hips lifting to try and reach Jesse's, but they were frustratingly out of reach. My clit throbbed, desperate for friction, my body threatening to overheat from all of the teasing.

"You're going to have to show him what you want, Angel." Erik smirked, and I growled, tugging roughly on Jesse's hair. His lips released my nipple with an obscene pop, his eyes coming up to meet mine. I tried to think of the signs to tell him what I wanted, but my brain was devoid of anything but white-hot need. So instead I used my grip on his hair to guide him lower. He flashed me a cocky grin, his hand tugging my dress down further, leaving me bare except for my pink lace panties. I should be nervous, I was now naked in a room full of dangerous men. Instead, I kicked the dress off and led Jesse down between my legs, widening them to accommodate his shoulders.

"Just like that Angel," Erik murmured, and Jesse adjusted his position, his strong arms wrapping around my thighs, holding them open so I couldn't squirm. My breath caught in my throat as he dipped down, but he only pressed a gentle kiss to my hip bone, continuing to tease me. I tightened my grip on his hair, and he chuckled, his breath hot against my skin. Using his teeth, he tugged at the fabric covering me, and I felt his tongue skim over my panties, the last barrier between him and what I wanted.

A small click had me looking up, and Erik was holding a switchblade, grinning like the devil himself. The cold metal made me shiver as he dragged the flat of the blade down my hip. I glanced behind him to see Levy with his hands behind his back, leaning against the wall as Anders whispered in his ear. The sound of fabric tearing dragged my attention back, and I watched Erik tug the shredded remains of my panties away, leaving me bare. Without hesitation, Jesse buried his face between my thighs, dragging a moan out of my throat. I was so worked up already, it didn't take much until I was panting in his arms, incoherent sounds spilling from my lips.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Erik whispered, and I felt his thumb dragging down my lip. Immediately I latched onto it, nipping him roughly before pulling it into my mouth. His groan of pleasure pushed me over, and I released his finger as I cried out, my orgasm momentarily robbing me of my senses. Heat pulsed through my core as Jesse drew out my release, refusing to let up even as I squirmed in his arms, my thighs straining as he held me still. Every one of my nerve endings was on fire, my light had ebbed out and suffused throughout the room unbidden, no longer under my control and safely tucked away.

"Please!" I gasped, my hips jerking as Jesse plunged his tongue inside of me. It wasn't enough, I needed more.

"Tell me what you want Angel," Erik ordered, and I noticed his pants were undone and he was stroking himself through his boxers. With all of the teasing and games, I still remained… untouched in that way, somehow. Not anymore, I knew what I wanted now.

"I want - fuck!" I cried out as Jesse latched onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth. My hips rose off the couch with the force of the orgasm that ripped through me, and I went limp in his arms as my limbs shook with the aftershocks. Erik smirked and stepped back, dropping down to sit in the armchair across from us. His cock was fully out now, and I saw a silver piercing glinting at the tip as he slid a condom down his length. Jesse finally released me, kissing down my inner thigh as he sat back to admire his work. He glanced over at Erik and signed something I didn't catch, my eyes still unfocused and my mind a blissful haze of endorphins.

Movement startled me, and I realized I was being lifted up into the air, Jesse's arms wrapping around me as he carried me bridal-style around the coffee table. More hands joined his as he lowered me down onto Erik's lap so I was straddling him, the two of them working to keep my boneless form upright.

"You need to tell me what you want, Angel," Erik murmured, and I felt his length pressing against me as I settled down in his lap. I whimpered and leaned into him, my nipples grazing the bare skin of his chest. He'd taken his shirt off at some point, leaving nothing between us.

"I want you, please Erik," I begged, the feel of him making my already swollen clit throb. I rubbed myself against him, reveling in the hiss of air that escaped through his teeth. Jesse was still behind me, his hands on my hips as he helped to guide me, his lips brushing the back of my neck.

"That's my girl." Erik smirked, his lips capturing mine in a bruising kiss. I rose up on my shaking legs, and to my surprise, Jesse's hand slid between us, grasping Erik's cock and helping to line it up at my entrance. I sank down an inch, whimpering at how much bigger it was compared to a couple of fingers. I hadn't considered this aspect, that there might be some pain first. Would I bleed? I glanced at Anders, who somehow sensed me, his eyes meeting mine as he slowly tortured Levy. He looked like the devil himself, a wicked grin teasing the corners of his mouth. The front of his pants were tented, and a possessive desire rose up inside of me, proud that I had brought this controlled man to the brink of madness.

I clenched around Erik, another moan working its way out of me. "I'll take care of you Angel, don't you worry. I will never hurt you," Erik promised, his lips tracing the shell of my ear. Jesse's hands were back on my hips, holding me steady as I shook, and he leaned forward, meeting Erik's lips with a rough kiss. Erik groaned as his tongue poked out, swiping along Jesse's bottom lip. "God, you taste so fucking good, baby," he rasped, and I sank down another inch as his hips jerked.

I already felt so full, and the metal ball of his piercing dragged against my walls, sending another wave of need pulsing through me. A third orgasm would kill me, I was sure of it. "Just a bit more, Angel. It might hurt a little, but I'll make the pain go away really fast," Erik encouraged, his hands moving up and down my waist, soothing the tremors running through my body. I sank lower and lower until I was sure I couldn't go any further. A gasp burst out of me as I felt a small pressure give way inside, and I lowered down fully, my thighs flush with Erik's lap. I gave a soft cry as a dull ache washed over me, my legs tensing as the two men on either side of me held me.

"Fuck!" The groan cut through the haze, and I turned to see Anders watching me, panting as he gripped the front of his pants, leaning against the wall beside Levy, who shot me a lust-filled smirk.

My body shook at the new sensation, my head swimming with all of the warring feelings rushing through me. "You did it baby, you did so well," Erik praised, kissing me softly. "We've got you, just relax." I clenched around him as he began to move underneath me, and Jesse helped to rock my hips, meeting Erik's slow, languid thrusts. The pain had me shutting my eyes, my arms wrapping around his neck. Soon though, the uncomfortable stretch morphed into a wonderful feeling of fullness, and the drag of his piercing against my sensitive walls had me panting. Jesse kissed a trail down my spine, my stiffness dissolving as I relaxed into their arms, trusting them completely.

A strangled moan caught my attention, and I opened my eyes to find Levy pressing Anders into the wall. It was a display of dominance I'd never seen in Levy, his lips fastened to Anders's neck as he pinned him with one of his large hands, the other stroking Anders's cock. Anders's eyes met mine, the gold overtaken by the black of his pupils, blown with lust. He looked out of control, his hair mussed and his clothing wrinkled as he threw his head back, his mouth opening in a silent plea that mirrored mine. Need pulsed through me, and I arched back into Jesse as he dragged his lips down my neck.

"Angel, you are so fucking tight, I want to stay buried in you forever," Erik groaned, his hands finding my breasts and kneading them, tweaking my nipples with his thumbs.

"I'm going to-" I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair as his thrusts grew sharper. Jesse's grip on my hips tightened, helping steady me as I began to tremble. "I can't, it's too much!" I whimpered, feeling my pussy start to spasm around Erik's cock.

"You will Angel, I've got you. I want to hear you scream my name," Erik rasped, nipping at the sensitive skin under my earlobe. I felt like I was splitting apart as my orgasm crested, and I did in fact scream his name, my eyes closing as I leaned into Jesse's arms.

"Holy fucking shit!" Erik ground out, his thrusts turning erratic as I clenched around him. "Goddamn! Angel, you're so fucking perfect," he moaned, spilling into me as I slumped against his chest, tremors rocking through my body. I was barely aware of anything around me, my eyelids weighed down with lead as I fought to stay conscious.

Hands were on me, and I felt myself getting lifted out of Erik's arms. I let myself be tucked into whoever's arms it was that held me, burrowing my face into his chest. I drifted in and out as I was laid down onto something soft, and a warm cloth pressed against the ache between my legs, cleaning me up. Something soft covered my body, and a warm presence slotted itself at my back, curling up against me as I slipped into darkness.