19. ~Aurora~

19

~Aurora~

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Killian and Jonah stared back at me.

Resigned expressions covered their faces.

Oh no.

“It’s a direct order,” Jonah told me. “You can’t fuck around with that shit when it comes to the Head Infidels.”

I cursed under my breath as I pulled on my yoga pants over my panties, the two of them eyeing me like fresh meat as I did.

Well, they’d caught me off guard when they’d banged on the door so determinedly, having me thinking it was an emergency, which had led to me throwing it open while I was just in my sports bra and panties. Killian hadn’t been able to utter a word, his eyes all over me, while Jonah had done all the talking and informed me of what had happened a few hours ago. The alert, the hostages being moved, and now this invitation they’d each received.

They’d been summoned to a fancy schmancy gala, one that Asher believed was a cover for an auction. The last dollhouse had been evacuated last night and the Infidels had transported them to a secure location to prevent the coming attack we’d planned. Now the only way to complete this portion of our mission was to take the auction itself. A much harder undertaking that would involve venturing into the belly of the beast.

“It’s way too dangerous,” I muttered, snatching up my grappling gloves from my bed.

Now I needed this workout more than ever. I had more than steam to blow off, which had been my original intent before they’d come to me with this, because I was still trying to get the frustration out of my system about being benched.

Now everything had shifted.

But it was so much worse.

“We’ll be careful,” Killian said, finally speaking at long last.

I couldn’t help smiling in spite of it all, he was so cute. Cute? Wow, I really was smitten.

“What does Asher think about all of this? He always needs to be prepared for every eventuality. With you not getting the location until two hours before the event, that won’t be possible.”

“Asher thinks that we need to look beyond the obvious challenge and view it as an opportunity.”

The rumbling voice had all of us jolting and spinning around to locate its owner.

A shadow blocked my doorway and there Asher stood in his all-black ensemble—jeans and a muscle tee, his biceps bulging as he folded his arms across his chest.

I frowned at him. “You think you can take out the Head Infidels and the auction in one shot?” I asked, incredulous.

“It is rare having the three of them in the same place,” Jonah said, supporting him as usual. “And the faction leaders will be there too.”

“All the power behind the empire in one shot,” Killian mused.

“The risk is unfathomable,” I warned. “Plus, what if it’s a trap? What if they’ve figured out who’s behind these attacks?”

“It’s a possibility,” Asher admitted.

Jonah stepped up to him and stood shoulder-to-shoulder. “But if we don’t go, we’ll look guilty anyway and label ourselves as detractors.”

I shoved a hand through my ponytail. “There’s no out,” I realized heavily.

“No,” Asher said. “But this will put us right at the auction. Right where we need to be. It’s dangerous, yes, but also a good position to be in to do what needs to be done. Caleb will move into position as soon as we get word on the location. He’ll have a team with him to take the auction.”

“And we’ll take the Head Infidels,” Jonah said, draping his arm over Asher’s shoulders.

Killian and I exchanged a look of surprise when Asher didn’t tell him to tone it down and back off and actually sank into it instead and reached up stroking Jonah’s hair.

“You need me in on this,” I told them.

“The fucking opposite, Princess,” Jonah said.

“I’m right there with him on that,” Killian spoke. “I don’t want you anywhere near our fathers.” He grimaced. “The last time you were near one of them—my fucking creep of a father—things went off the fucking deep end really quickly.”

“So, I just sit here waiting on you three to come home?”

“It’s not like that,” Killian said, reaching out to me and stroking my arm.

“I wouldn’t object to you preparing a victory party for when we return,” Asher said. “Decorations? A cake, perhaps? You get the idea.”

Piece of—

I started toward him only to be pulled up short by Killian grasping my arm.

“Ash,” he ground out.

“You’re staying here,” Asher growled at me. “End of story.”

I shrugged off Killian’s grip and stormed to Asher. “I’ll prove to you that I’m good to go, that I’m combat-ready, focused, no more slipups or out-of-control bursts of rage and vengeance.”

Curiosity sparked in his eyes. “Prove it how?”

I grabbed his hand and tugged him from Jonah. “Come with me.”

He let me pull him along, Jonah and Killian following, wondering what I was up to.

We reached the basement and I barreled inside toward the octagonal ring, bringing Asher with me.

“Hmm, I see,” Asher said, looking on.

“Well, come on then,” I pushed, striding toward the entrance, then ducking inside.

“Hell fucking no,” Killian cried. He spun to Asher. “No.”

“She wants to prove herself.”

“Damn straight!” I called out across the distance as I bounced on the balls of my feet in the center.

“This is a bad idea,” Jonah said.

“Fucking right it is,” Killian insisted.

“Don’t be so hasty. She needs to get all that rage at me benching her out of her system and this will accomplish that if nothing else.”

“Nothing else?” I yelled over. “I do this and you let me join Caleb’s crew.”

“Hmm… no.”

“Asher!”

“You’ve had my final decision, sweetheart. But I’m all for you working off that frustration.”

“Don’t be an immovable dick!”

I watched him tense.

“Aurora, don’t,” Killian warned. He shook his head at Asher. “No.”

“Or is it a pussy? Is that what you really are? Too afraid to let me in on this? Is that it? Too afraid to challenge me? Worried I’ll kick your ass again?”

He smirked, that sadistic gleam lighting his eyes.

Good, I had him.

He pulled off his watch and bracelet and handed them to Jonah.

“Oh, fuck,” Jonah uttered.

Asher pulled off his designer shoes and socks then.

Killian grasped his shoulder. “Don’t. Don’t hurt her. She’s ours, brother.”

Asher shrugged out of his grip and spun on him.

But then he was dropping his voice so low that I couldn’t hear.

Whatever he was saying had Killian surprised.

And then he simply stepped back and gave a nod.

I frowned.

Well, maybe Asher had somehow managed to convince him that this was what needed to happen, that I wasn’t going to back down.

I was about to find out either way as Asher stormed toward the ring.

My breath caught in my throat as he pulled his tee up over his head as he went, tossing it off to the side, and bearing all that cut muscle and ink.

I swallowed it down and shored up my focus as he entered the ring.

“Your move, little beast,” he said, as he assumed a fighting stance, his eyes in that sexy focused state.

That was a bad idea. You didn’t want the first move against Asher Monroe. It was much easier to react to what you could see coming.

“I insist,” I said, crooking my finger and settling into my stance.

“As you wish,” he responded.

That sinister smirk was out on full force then, sending a shudder through me.

I shook it off, knowing that was what he wanted, to incite trepidation, to get under my skin and have me second-guessing myself.

The hell I would.

He threw his fist.

I deflected it easily, bringing my arm down.

Too easily.

Was he just warming up?

I knocked him back with a push kick.

He worked with the momentum and skidded back just slightly before steadying himself.

Why had he allowed it to connect at all? He could’ve evaded it, I knew how fast he was.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You’re—”

He used my distracted state to his advantage, lunging at me with his real speed and hooking his arm around my neck, capturing me in a chokehold.

I went to ram my elbow back to dislodge his grip, but he anticipated it, twisting to the side, then shoving his knee into the back of mine, forcing my left leg to give way. It hit the floor with a thud.

He took me down all the way rapid-fire before I could react to extricate myself.

And then he was on top of me, flattening my back, using all his weight to hold me to the floor.

His hot breath fanned over the side of my neck. “You are absolutely fucked now, sweetheart.”

I struggled beneath him and he chuckled darkly.

Fuck himfor thinking that was it.

I wasn’t out of options, or moves.

I proved that in the next second, as I jerked sharply to the side, forcing all his weight at an angle, forcing him to redistribute it and actually shift.

It afforded me the window I needed to hook my leg around his knee, wrench it out from under him, then follow through with another sharp twist to destabilize him further, while he grunted from the knee thing. As he shifted, his upper body lifting off me slightly in reaction to it, I rammed my head back.

Another grunt told me I’d connected. Hard.

More of his weight left me, enough for me to scramble out from under him finally.

I rolled to my side, then flipped back to my feet.

Blood ran down one of his nostrils and he wiped it away with the back of his hand, then grinned and crooked his finger at me.

Emboldened by escaping from that difficult hold, I ran at him.

He surprised me, catching me around the waist instead of defending himself.

I wailed on him, but he took all the punishment, and followed through with what he was doing, until he slammed me up against the chain-link.

His palms came down either side of my head and he shoved his hard body into my softness.

He didn’t just pin me then, he rolled his hips, making me feel his huge erection against my bare stomach.

It had a choked gasp leaving me, mingling with my heavy panting.

“My mistake, when I said you were fucked back there, I meant you’re about to be.”

Movement beyond him caught my eye and I looked to see Jonah and Killian striding into the ring, stripping as they went.

Oh God.

My core clenched in anticipation.

Asher leaned in and licked the sweat off the tops of my breasts, his talented tongue that should be outlawed, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

He bit down on my nipples through my sports bra and I threw my head back on a moan.

“I know you’re upset I benched you,” he said, as he trailed a hand down my body, in a teasing erotic motion that had me undulating against the chain-link wall. “But I know you also recognize it’s needed, that you are on the edge and despite your protestations, you don’t want to go over it.”

“Oh, God!” I cried as he squeezed my pussy through my pants.

“So there’s something else going on here.” He trailed his fingers along my waistband. “Isn’t there, little beast?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “I…” He jerked my pants and panties down to my knees with a rough tug.

“Say it,” he ordered, as he guided them off my legs, making me lift for him to help without even needing to say the words. “Get it off your chest.”

“I… I don’t want you to get hurt. I… I can’t lose you.”

“There it is.” He pulled my sports bra off and tossed it over the wall, baring me to him—to them all—fully. He pinched my nipples, drawing little whines of need from me. “Ready to let it all out, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I gasped, the haze of desire and unyielding need overwhelming me as I looked at each of them in turn.

He smiled and dropped his hands.

I couldn’t stand it, him no longer touching me. The loss of it.

All the frustration, the fear, the intensity breached the surface, and then I was launching myself at him and yanking on his hair and forcing his mouth to mine.

He responded just as harshly, fucking my mouth with his tongue within seconds, ravishing me, completely consuming me and taking utter possession.

It sparked the animal in me to life and then I was raking my nails down his chest, scratching all the way down, pearls of blood trailing along the red-raw paths. He groaned into my mouth, the sound sending a thrill through me.

As I pulled my mouth from his, I looked to see Jonah had stepped up behind him. He opened Asher’s jeans and yanked them all the way off.

Then he spit on two of his fingers and started working them into his ass.

Holy hell.

I could feel myself dripping down my thighs.

I grasped Asher’s cock and jerked him roughly, then lapped at the blood on his chest, relishing the coppery tang on my tongue.

He cursed and grabbed the back of my head, jerking me tight to his chest as he rumbled, “Teeth, little beast.” He reached back and dug his fingers into Jonah’s wrist, then rammed his fingers harder and faster into his ass.

“Yeah, Ash,” Jonah groaned. “Wanna watch you destroy her cunt while I finger-fuck your hot ass.”

Asher’s eyes flamed.

They darted behind me and then Killian was there easing me off the wall a little so he could slip in behind me. He reached around and dragged his fingers through my folds, moaning when they were drenched in moments.

He drew away all too soon, but then I felt a prod at my asshole. “Mmm,” he breathed at my ear. “Using your cunt juices as lube to take your tight little ass, darlin’.”

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as he eased in deeper, stretching me open.

“Yeah, you feel my piercings scraping oh-so fucking good?”

“Yes! More! Please, more!”

“Fucking right,” Asher said, a second before he grabbed my hips, hooked my leg over his thigh, then thrust inside me in one brutal go.

It pulled Killian’s cock almost all the way out of my ass, right to the head, making me feel the burn of the stretch, before he then plunged back in, way deeper than before.

With Asher’s cock now buried balls deep in my pussy, that was a hell of a lot to take. It had me screaming out, overwhelmed and caught between pleasure and pain.

When they started alternating their thrusts, it became so much more, driving me higher and higher. I was jerking my hips back and forth wildly, lost to it, lost to them, the three of us moving in concert.

A sucking sound pulled my attention to Jonah who had slid his fingers out of Asher’s ass and was now licking them clean. Well, devouring them, swirling his tongue, then fucking his own throat with them.

Asher shifted his weight, removing a hand, that Killian then replaced with his own to help hold me up as they continued to fuck me like the animals they were.

I watched through my rapidly building delirium to see Asher using that free hand to latch onto Jonah’s wrist and drag him beside him. He slowed his thrusts, then took Jonah’s cock and slicked the shaft with my juices.

“Fuck. Fuck me,” I cried out as the head rolled over my clit again and again, teasing the hell out of me.

There was so much stimulation that I couldn’t see straight.

“I think you can take more,” I was vaguely aware of Asher saying before I felt additional pressure at my pussy.

I jolted as I looked down to see Asher helping Jonah to ease his cock inside, rubbing up against Asher’s already buried deep.

“Shit,” Killian breathed, digging his nails into my ass, his thrusts slowing to a sensual rock as he watched them over my shoulder. “I’m not gonna last now, you fucks.”

“You’re not gonna?” Jonah said with a strained chuckle. “I’ve got Psycho’s monster cock grinding the fuck out of mine, a hot little cunt strangling me, and your pierced fuck stick teasing the living hell out of me.”

I burst out laughing.

I could feel Killian’s grin against my cheek. Jonah laughed too. Asher was smiling, his whole face lit up.

“Oh my God,” I panted through my labored laughter. “So full. It’s so full. Shit.”

“Does it burn, sweetheart?” Asher asked, his smile turning to that sadistic smirk.

I met his dark, intoxicating gaze and bit my lip. “Yeah. It hurts so fucking good.”

He pulled out a little, so Jonah could ease in further.

“You don’t want it to stop, do you?”

I shook my head.

“Good girl. Tell us what you want then.” He gestured with his eyes at Jonah and Killian and they suddenly stilled.

“Don’t… don’t stop.”

Asher thrust once, then stilled again. “More, little beast.”

“Fuck… fuck me. Stuff me so full all I feel, all I know, is the three of you. Please. Give it to me, fucking well own me.”

“Jesus,” Jonah exclaimed.

“Mmm, there’s our dirty little whore,” Asher rumbled.

It happened then.

Asher thrust first. Jonah followed, alternating with him in rough, stabbing motions, while Asher’s were deep and long. And then Killian ravaged my ass with intense, grinding thrusts.

I threw my head back against his chest, giving into them, letting them take everything, and giving myself over to them no holds barred.

Open.

Raw.

Trusting.

All the pain and anger, all that fear of the unknown, the terror of them getting hurt, of us not making it through what was coming, of losing them… it all came rushing to the surface in a burst of so much emotion.

As it collided with the pain and pleasure of their fucking, I couldn’t contain it, roaring and screaming out around them as I let it all go. I was clawing at Asher, at Jonah, then Killian behind me, then pumping my hips wildly, trying to fuck back on all three of them at the same time, to get them deeper, to get them ever closer, to hold them to me in every way possible.

“Good,” Asher said. “Let it out, sweetheart. Let it all out.”

“We’re here,” Killian spoke at my ear. “We’re here for you.”

“Always will be,” Jonah promised.

“Fuck, fuck. Mmm… fuck!” I screamed as a wave of intense pleasure caught me off guard and tore through me so ferociously, it was like it was wrecking my insides.

“Come inside me!” I screamed. “Come in me, all of you!”

I clenched down around all three of them.

“Fucking shit,” Jonah cried, pulling out suddenly, then spurting hot cum all over my pussy.

He had me screaming again as he pulled my lips apart and spread it all over my folds, coating my clit.

I came again, pulling at Killian’s hair and digging my nails into Asher’s arm.

A sexy long groan spilled from Killian a moment before I felt him filling my ass with his cum.

He pulled out, but held me steady.

It was a good thing, because Asher grabbed my hips in a brutal grip, then started pounding into me like a madman, his big dick tearing into me with an unrestrained fury.

“Sweet fucking cunt,” he was grunting.

“Yes, yes!” I cried, my voice hoarse now.

He grasped my face suddenly, his swirling silver eyes burning deeply into mine, holding me captive as he gave me the fucking of my life.

And something more too.

Something much more.

Him.

Emotion shone in his eyes.

Unmistakably.

Unbelievably.

I couldn’t believe it.

He was giving me him unfiltered, no mask.

Raw.

Open.

Honest.

“Never.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Leaving.” Thrust. Thrust. “You.”

He stilled and hot cum spurted inside me, taking me over the edge once more, his roar and my scream colliding in a symphony of pleasure.

As he pulled out, he didn’t let me go.

Instead, he took me down to the floor and then gathered me onto his lap.

Jonah and Killian joined us and then the three of them were wrapping themselves around me.

Holding me.

Comforting me.

Loving me.

I couldn’t stop the words as they spilled from my lips completely unfiltered, “I love you all. I love you.”

Jonah squeezed my legs tighter. “Love you right back, Princess.”

Stroking my hair, Killian breathed, “Love you. Always.”

“You’re ours,” Asher rumbled, tightening his hold around my chest.

I smiled to myself. He couldn’t say it, but I could feel it all the same.

I could feel it so much from all three of them.

And I realized then that it had been why I’d been acting crazy and pushing and pushing to stay a part of the mission—I hadn’t wanted us parted, I hadn’t wanted them to go it alone without the help I knew I could give them.

But I knew, I knew they had it.

I knew they’d come back to me.