Page 13 of Apricity (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse)

Alessandra

“Oh, for the love of holes, are we deep enough, yet?”

It seems like we’ve been at this forever, and now the sun's starting to set. It’s been too long of a day for any of this to have been done voluntarily.

I’m covered in sweat, damp from the drizzling rain and just plain tired of digging this godforsaken hole.

Sadie, however, seems to be having the time of her life, heaving loads and loads of dirt through her back legs and behind her.

“That’s what she said!” all three guys say at the same time, their overlapping speech indicative of their running joke and the ever-present need to be the first to say it, lest they pay the penalty.

In this instance, Jax was the last to respond.

I smirk in his direction, jutting my chin out to indicate he’s lost .

“That’s twenty! Strip and push, sexy.”

He lifts an arm over his head, grasping his shirt and hoodie together from behind his neck and pulls, slowly, teasingly.

The slight twist of his hips, as he inches the garments off his flesh, tightens his abs, drawing my eyes directly to the hardened muscle.

It’s like his body was designed to move in that certain way all the time just to have me drooling all over.

I gather myself enough to wipe a hand across my chin, collecting what’s spilled out of my mouth as he takes a plank position on the cold, damp ground.

Soft puffs of white-hot steam exit his mouth as he waits for me to count.

At my nod, he bends his elbows, pressing down until his nose touches the ground before he comes up and repeats the movement.

“One!”

I was confused when we first started this little game, counting two push-ups as one. The guys explained to me that normal push-ups are down and up one time, but Marine Corps push-ups are two for the price of one—down up, down up.

“Two!”

Jax continues his punishment while I sit on a large rock enjoying how his muscles bunch with the movement. Between the heat radiating off his skin and the heat exponentially growing within me, I’m suddenly no longer cold.

“Three!”

After a minute or so, he finishes. I, sadly, don’t.

And now, as I turn away from Jax and back to the giant hole we’re supposed to be digging, I’m hit with the mother of all aphrodisiacs.

I’m not only hot and bothered by the steam rising from Jax’s tanned skin, but also from the dirty, now half-naked, bodies of Hawk and Cole who, apparently, decided to take off their own shirts and kept on digging the hole while I sat here and ogled Jax.

They’re covered in dirt and mud, but not in a pig pen way. In a freaking oil rigger way. A soot covered fireman calendar kind of way. With puppies!

Hawk notices and poses obscenely with his shovel in between his legs, stroking the wooden handle as he lifts a crooked smile in my direction.

“Hey sweetheart, think you have some room in that beautiful mind of yours for a little more filth?” He looks down at his hand stroking the handle and smirks, looking at me from under his eyelashes.

“Well… maybe more than a little.” He thrusts his hips up at the same time the wanton whore within me utters a not-so-subtle moan.

I, actually, think a few birds were scared off from the crude noise, being as loud as it was coming from my subconscious.

Fire consumes each of their eyes as Jax takes his place standing in front of them. He takes a look behind his back at the gaping hole the boys finished up, nods and turns back to me.

“You do look exquisite when you’re filthy, baby.” In a flash, all three of them are before me. Jax lifts his hand to clear a stray bit of hair from my face. “Want us to help you, since you’re so painfully clean right now?”

Even though it’s sprinkling, I’m hot. I’m bothered. I’m a tight and twisted ball of lust. But do I want to roll around in the cold mud with three hot-as-fuck guys in fifty-degree partially rainy weather ?

That’s a stupid fucking question if I ever heard one…

Yes. Yes, I do.

But I don’t want to make it that easy for them.

They already have me. Hook, line and sinker.

They know that. So how about a little fun added to the mix.

I look up at the three of them, tall and imposing, ready to strike.

I’m putty in Jax’s hands but I plant my feet on the rock, bracing myself, readying my muscles—

“You’ve gotta catch me first.” I take off, running as fast as my little legs can take me through the brush.

I hear a “whoop!” behind me and push myself to go even faster.

The trees sting me with their limbs as they jut out onto the path leading back to the house.

I don’t want to stray from the area, not knowing the terrain as well as what else could be out there.

Keeping to the relative backyard of the cabin means safety when danger can lurk so closely, hidden in the shadows.

I leap into the air and clear a fallen log but then, as I look back to check on the guys’ locations, trip over an exposed tree root and stumble.

Luckily, I manage to catch myself before I go down fully, but the guys are right there and closing in.

They're like a pack of wolves coming in for the kill and I’m the helpless bunny trying to evade them.

Or am I?

I feel a hand brush against my shoulder and I react, digging my toes in and turning quickly to the right.

“Aaah! Oomph”

I look back quickly to see Cole on all fours, pushing off the dirt and mud, looking like a filthy mountain lion ready to pounce.

But I’m not worried about him right now.

I’m more worried about Hawk and Jax. They’re right behind me, smiling like they could do this for hours while I’m already panting and sweating like a sinner in church.

I reach my arm out to the side and grab ahold of a tree, swinging my body around it and back in the opposite direction. * splat* The sound of another one of them falling down in the mud makes it to me before a shiver crawls up my spine.

Two down, one to go…

“Get her Hawk!”

I shouldn’t have turned around. Hawk must have been playing with me the entire time because he puts his ass in turbo mode, chasing me down like a damn linebacker coming in for a takedown.

I don’t stand a chance. He barrels into me from my right side, grasping around my waist before turning and falling on his back, protecting me from the fall but spraying mud everywhere as we land.

I try to squirm out of his hold but Jax is right there, climbing on top of me, while Hawk twists his legs around mine, splaying them out and opening me up for his friend to fit right in between them.

Jax boxes us in, his strong arms bracketing both of our heads as he leans down, rubbing his mud-caked face all over mine.

I reach my hands up to push him out of the way and wipe it off but Hawk wraps his arms around my biceps, pinning mine to my sides as Jax has his way with me.

“What’s wrong, baby doll? Can’t get up?” Jax asks with a wicked smile, knowing they’ve won and relishing in the fact.

Cole saunters up to the three of us, observing our pretzeled forms. Even with the absurd way the mud makes his auburn hair stand on end, he's the epitome of dark matter. His voice, soft, cool…villainous. “Aww, what a pity. No more running. No more escape.” I can’t see much with my face covered in mud, but I can see enough that I almost want to punch the fake pout right off Cole’s gorgeous face.

He crouches down on his heels next to my head, wiping some of the mud from my eyes so I can see better.

“What ever shall we do with our catch, boys?” He tilts his head the other way, licking his lips.

“We were hunting for dinner. And I must say, after that chase… " He inhales roughly. "I’m famished.”

“I could eat,” Hawk rasps out from beneath me, his legs spreading mine further allowing Jax to rock his hips into my core.

“Oh fuck…,” I whimper at the feel of his length on me. Even through both our pants I can feel him, hard, ready and ravenous.

“Mmmm, I’m feeling particularly hungry right now.

And would you look at that, my favorite meal is right here, on display for us.

” Jax tucks his head, pushing both my hoodie and shirt up with his nose, licking my stomach and chest before stopping at my breasts.

I look down at his smirking face and see him wink before he dives in and bites my nipple like a fucking carnivore.

“Aaaaah!”

He pulls off with a smile before lapping at it, kissing away the pain with his perfect mouth.

“Ooh, I love it when you scream, sweetheart. Spurring us on. Our little bunny, caught by three hungry wolves.” Hawk arches his hips under me. It's his hot breath caressing my neck, not the cold of being outside in the rain, that causes goosebumps to flutter up and down my skin .

“Let’s fix that before we attract more predators to our little banquet, shall we?” Cole suggests, licking over my mouth, cheek to cheek before placing his hand over my face, pinching my cheeks together with his fingers.

I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t seem to do anything to fight my way out of this. But I'm also finding I don't really want to.

Jax takes advantage of my paralysis and latches onto my nipple again, pulling on it with just enough pain to shoot wild sparks directly to my pussy, causing me to undulate under him, aching to be taken. To be filled. Something. Anything.

“Can’t fight us off, eh baby? Well then, that’s something we’ll have to fix when we get back.

Teach our girl how to get out of such… predicaments.

” Jax looks down between our twined bodies, his hardness unmistakable.

He licks his lips as a groan releases from his chest. “From the looks of it, I like the fight… and the chase. Might as well train you to prolong the fun.” His eyes drag up my body before connecting with mine, rocking his hips into me again.

“What do you say, baby? I trained you with weapons. Want us to train you to fight? To use your body to break a man down?”

Hawk grunts from under me. “I think she’s pretty fluent as to how to use her body, Jax.

" He stretches his arms to my hips, attempting to hold them still. "Fuck, sweetheart, keep moving like that and I’ll break for you on command,” Hawk rasps between his teeth, his head thrown back in the mud, not caring about the filth getting in his hair.

*GRRRRRRRRRR *

Pulling his hand free, Cole releases my mouth and stands, checking on what spooked Sadie.

I’m sure the visual he has is giving him all kinds of ideas for future naughty time.

I know this, because I’m thinking the same things.

He smiles down at our entangled forms before walking off to the left, away from our immediate sight.

Jax rocks his hips into my core again and I can’t keep it in any more.

I moan, long and loud, earning a smile from Jax as he continues tormenting my throbbing pussy.

*SQUELCH*

Hawk, Jax and I look to the left, just as one of the infected falls within arm's reach of us.

The body crumples to the ground in a heap of blood, puss and various gooey bits.

The stench, absolutely horrendous up close.

How did we not smell that? Did the mud hide the smell?

Is that possible? Unbothered, Cole stands behind the already decaying corpse, his balaclava covering his face, and wipes his knife on his pant leg.

“Fucking cocksucker! How the hell did we let it get so close?” Jax stands, pulls on his own face covering, and begins pacing back and forth, shaking his head at the scene. "Really fucking miss having a perimeter fence. Goddamn illusion of safety swaddled in our complacency over here."

Sadie, completely covered in dirt and mud from digging, makes a beeline to Jax and does her best trying to calm him as she trots at his side, nudging his hand occasionally with her nose.

Even though it seems to only do so much, a little is enough to pull him back from his impending spiral and have his shoulders lowering, the tension in his eyes dissipating.

“Good girl, Sadie. Good girl.” Jax pats her head while looking all around us, probably searching for the next intruder.

“Where the fuck did that come from?!” Hawk gapes at the vacant eyes staring back at us as he lifts me off him.

It seemed to have caught all of us off guard.

Well, all except for Sadie and Cole. The thought is sobering as we stare down at the rotting corpse not four feet away from where we were screwing around.

“Probably from the same place they all came from- the lower levels of Hell on this earth. Unfortunately for them, we’re from a darker part of Hell,” Cole says.

“Ain’t that the fucking truth.” Jax claps him on his shoulder, muttering a quiet thank you before jerking his chin back in the direction of the cabin.

“We should probably get back. If there’s one there might be others, and we don’t need to be caught out here with our pants down around our ankles if more decide to crash the party. ”