11. Chapter 11

Waking up wrapped in Nix's arms was surreal. I never spent the night with any of the men I had sex with, and never woke up next to anyone. Falling asleep with him still inside me was one thing, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of waking to the slow movement of his cock as he gently rolls his hips.

I moan at the feeling, arching my back against his chest as my eyes flutter open. I try to reach out to fist my hand in the bedding in front of me but that's when I realize he has a hand wrapped firmly across my arms, locking them across my chest.

"Awake now, Mon Ange?" he rasps into my ear before he rolls his hips.

"Fuck, please don't stop," I manage to mumble in response.

He chuckles, wrapping his other hand around my leg and lifting it up and backward over his own, spreading me. Adjusting his angle, he withdraws and pushes in deeper and I whimper at how deep he is. His piercing rubs against me in all the right places.

With my leg hooked where he wants it, he brings his hand up to wrap around the front of my throat.

My breath catches as his grip tightens slightly, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh there. The combination of his dominating hold and the intense sensation of his cock moving inside of me sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

He continues to move in a slow, rolling rhythm, each movement driving me closer to the edge. I"m completely at his mercy, surrendered to his control and lost in the overwhelming pleasure he"s giving me.

"You like that, don"t you?" he growls, his voice low and husky in my ear. "You like feeling me deep inside you, stretching you open."

I whimper in response, unable to form words as pleasure courses through my veins. Before I left, Nix already had a dirty mouth, but that was nothing compared to the filth that was leaving his lips now. His rasped, husky words have me throbbing around his cock, so turned on that I hear each wet movement inside me.

"You feel so good," he grunts, his grip on my throat tightening further as he keeps pushing in and out of me. "So tight and wet for me. Nothing compares to the feel of your pussy on my cock, Ashley, you belong to us. No more running."

I moan in response, unable to control the sounds escaping from my lips as he takes control of my body completely. With his firm grip on my throat and his cock slowly thrusting deep into me, I"m completely at his mercy, and I wouldn"t have it any other way.

"Tell me how much you want my cum," he demands, as he slows his thrusts further.

"I want it," I gasp out, my voice barely a whisper as pleasure builds.

"Louder," he commands, his hips shifting until his piercing hits that spot inside me that has me whimpering loudly.

"I want it!" I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls of the room as ecstasy washes over me.

He chuckles darkly, his grip on my throat releasing slightly as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

"That"s my good girl," he murmurs before resuming his deep rhythm, driving us both to the brink of ecstasy once again. My body trembles with each powerful thrust and the building pressure inside of me. He doesn"t hold back, his movements becoming harder as he chases his own release.

"Come for me, Ashley," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Cum on my cock and show me how much you belong to me."

His words push me over the edge, and I let out a loud cry of pleasure as ecstasy washes over me. My body clenches around him as I ride the waves of bliss crashing through me.

Nix"s own release follows soon after, his movements stuttering as he spills himself deep inside me. I can feel the warmth of his cum filling me, marking me as his in the most primal way possible.

For a moment, we simply lay there, basking in the afterglow, the only sound is our ragged breaths.

But then reality intrudes, I still feel tired and I'm not entirely sure if that is because of the limited sleep or being fucked so thoroughly by Nix. Either way, I need to get up and out of bed; there is too much to do if I want to keep us safe.

I move to get up and out of bed, but Nix tightens his hold on me. I look over my shoulder at him, whispering as I turn, "I"m not running, but we need to get up."

He hums and reluctantly releases me so that I can sit up. As I do, I take a moment to really look at him. He looks like a Viking god laying there, all muscle and tattoos, his gaze intense as it meets mine. And that"s when I see it, the tattoo amongst all the others decorating his body. One that I can only assume has been there for twelve years because how else would it be so accurate? In bold red are the angel wings he drew over his heart, with the blood of my virginity, and my heart and breath stutter as I reach out to touch it. ‘Mon Ange' is tattooed through it in a swirling script.

Our night together may have felt like coming home, but seeing that tattoo makes it feel like it's fated. It"s a reminder that no matter how far I tried to run, I was always destined to come back to them.

Nix"s eyes soften as he watches me trace the lines of the tattoo, his expression unreadable. But then he reaches out, his fingers gently brushing against my cheek.

"You"re ours, Ashley," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mixture of possessiveness and adoration. "And we are never letting you go again."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I lean into his touch, feeling a sense of belonging wash over me. No matter what challenges lie ahead, I know that as long as I have these men by my side, I can face them with strength and determination.

But for now, there are more immediate concerns to attend to. We need to get up, get dressed, and start making plans for our next move. The threat against us is real, and we can"t afford to let our guard down for even a moment.

With a sigh, I push myself out of bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over me once again. But I know that I can"t afford to rest just yet. There"s too much at stake, and I"ll do whatever it takes to keep us safe.

It doesn"t take long to find the clothes that Nix ripped off me scattered across the floor. The pants are fine, but the shirt and jacket are a lost cause. I pick up the shirt that Nix discarded and pull that on instead, flashing him a grin. He frowns and stands up from the bed in all his naked glory, and once again, I almost swallow my tongue but instead make a hasty retreat from the room.

I open the door to the bathroom so that I can try to freshen up. But my jaw drops when I get an eyeful of the very naked Kacey standing at the bathroom counter. He"s drying his muscular, tattooed chest, and I can"t bring myself to stop looking over the length of his body. Water beads along his tanned skin, trails sliding down over rigid lines.

"If your mouth stays open like that much longer, I"m going to take that as an invitation," he says as he turns more toward me.

Fuck me, I will happily volunteer as tribute. It doesn't matter that I had just been so thoroughly fucked by Nix. I would still get on my knees for the man in front of me. My pussy really needs to calm the fuck down.

Snapping out of it, I step back and close the door again, trying to regain some semblance of composure. As much as I would love to stay in that bathroom and let Kacey do unspeakable things to me, there are more pressing matters at hand.

The men around here really needed to put clothes on, lots of clothes or I'll never get anything done. Walking into the kitchen, I splash icy cold water on my face and resist the urge to put my head under the faucet and drown myself.

I look in the cupboards and find nothing, absolutely nothing, no supplies at all, and I almost cry at the lack of coffee. Retrieving my phone, which is thankfully still buried in the pocket of my pants, I bring up a contact and hit dial.

"Twice in two days, babe, I"m starting to get concerned," his smooth voice answers.

"Kallen, I will owe you whatever you want if you can get your ass here with coffee, like yesterday," I respond, my voice desperate.

He laughs. "I"m not joking, K, I"m in an apartment with no coffee, and this is not going to end well for anyone," I whine as his laughter settles down. I hear murmuring from him before I hear other male voices laughing in the background.

"Ha ha, laugh it up, but seriously I will pay you five grand to bring me coffee," my words just make them continue to laugh, and hearing a choking sound behind me, I turn to see Rick also trying to restrain his own laughter. I roll my eyes at them all before Kallen responds again.

"Don"t stress, babe, no payment required, just tell me where you are, and I"ll bring some supplies," he assures me.

I mumble a thanks and give him the address before he says he should arrive soon. But before he hangs up, I force out, "Umm, any chance you can bring some clothes also? For me and four guys?" There is silence for a moment before I almost go deaf from the manic laughter through the phone. I sigh and hang up on him, knowing I will never live this down.

I lean forward and bang my head against the sadly empty cupboards as Rick saunters over to me, pressing himself to my back with his hands bracketing me on the counter. Ignoring him, I bring up another contact on my phone and hit dial.

"Hey, boss!" comes Elsa"s sweet voice, and it makes a smile tug at the corner of my lips.

"Hey Frostie, I need you to come to my location and get some security set up," I say.

"Oooooo yesssss, road trip! I"ll ignore the nickname this once, where am I coming?" she says excitedly, and I give her the address. After I hang up again, I place the phone on the counter as Rick rests his head against the side of mine, pressing himself more solidly to my back.

"We have a problem, pretty girl," he whispers as he brushes a kiss against my cheek, proceeding to feather kisses down onto my neck. My heart skips a beat before he continues, "The walls in this place are far too thin, and now I have the soundtrack of you cumming stuck on repeat in my mind. All I can think about is getting you to make that sound again and again until you beg for mercy," he says as he scrapes his teeth against the skin of my neck.

Jesus fucking Christ.