Page 22 of Apricity (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse)

Alessandra

I’ve seen the aftermath of what Jax does to people he calls his enemies. I’ve seen him take command of a situation and turn it on its head. I’ve seen him give up everything for just the thought of one more day. But I’ve never seen him as brave and as strong as I see him in this very moment.

Breaking himself down, being this vulnerable in our presence, allowing us to see him overcome this internal battle, regardless of how difficult it may be for him, is inspirational. I love him even more in this moment than I ever thought I could.

The feel of Hawk’s palm grasping my hip draws my attention as he continues slowly gliding in and out of me. Silently, we reassure one another—that I’m ok to continue exploring tonight and that he’s ok with the whole new scenario that’s presented itself .

I know this is new for him as well as Jax and myself but it’s a testament to our love for one another that we’re willing to bend ourselves, remolding around each other to form a newer, stronger version of us.

Cole’s assessing eyes meet mine a second later as he kneels by the bed near my face.

His palm smooths over my cheek and I lean into it, pressing him for more of his stirring affection.

He’s awoken something within me that will not easily be vanquished and I’m ravenous to continue finding myself through Cole’s imagination.

“Check in.”

“Green,” I breathe out heavily. My eyelids drooping in ecstasy. The feeling of Hawk’s cock languidly teasing my nerves as he thrusts in and out of my pussy is hypnotic and I find I’m more than happy to be under his spell.

“Atta girl, beautiful,” Cole praises before he leans over me, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. He doesn’t push for more from me, yet encourages Hawk in his own tantalizing manner.

“Fuck her pussy raw, Hawk. I want her sore. I want her swollen. I want her to be so hoarse from screaming her pleasure tonight that she’ll have no choice but to resort to body language tomorrow, begging on her knees for more of the same from us.”

“Oh. My. Fucking. Hell. Doc.” Hawk’s head falls back onto his shoulders as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

His hands grasp my thigh and hip tighter, the pain from his fingers digging in forces me to scream as he begins thrusting into me mercilessly, his cock nudging my cervix with every drive and dragging along my G-spot on every withdrawal .

I’m close.

So fucking close.

I crane my head back just as I feel my orgasm begin to crest but stutter when Hawk pulls out moments later, my orgasm ruthlessly denied. Cole smirks in Hawk’s direction, the latter practically strangling his cock in an attempt to get it under control once again.

Twisting my head around to the foot of the bed, I find Jax, red-faced and looking seriously pissed off. He’s breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. His eyes, absolute daggers aimed in our direction.

“Jax… you ok?” I ask. He breathes in and out a few more times before responding.

“Yeah. I’m… I’m ok. I’ll be ok. Just... you just enjoy yourself. You look so fucking beautiful right now, baby.” The fire leaves his eyes as he focuses on mine. His breathing settles as well. Looking at me, seeing I’m ok, is helping him to be the same.

I keep total eye contact with Jax as Cole and Hawk change positions, helping me onto my knees once again. I almost land face first on the bed like I did earlier but Cole grabs at the ropes along my spine.

“There we go. I’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere.

” I feel him pull on them as if they were reigns, lifting my torso up, suspending me in front of him.

“I want you to completely let yourself go. Give into the fear that you may fall, but know that we’ll always be there to catch you. To keep you upright. To keep you safe.”

Jax’s breath rushes out of his lungs just as mine does the same.

The ropes already constricted my breath flow and now, with Cole pulling on them as they hold most of my body weight, it’s even harder to draw breath.

I feel as if I’m floating as Cole enters me from behind.

His large cock stretching me beyond capacity with a single all-encompassing, achingly slow, thrust.

“Hawk, take her mouth, but watch her eyes. Be gentle with her this time around. She’s on the verge. Let’s ease her onto the clouds so she can dance on them.”

With Hawk blocking his view, Jax shuffles himself over to the side of me, getting a front row seat for my ascension. I make sure to lock eyes with him, reassuring him that I’m still aware and coherent, before Hawk and Cole tear down every last wall I have left.

It's slow. So slow I can feel every inch of both of them as they take control of my body. Hawk’s cock feels heavy on my tongue but after Cole’s training earlier, I swallow him down my throat easily before he pulls out and repeats the movement, muttering curses under his breath with every undulation of his hips.

Within a few minutes, I swallow Hawk’s cum down eagerly as he feeds it down my throat.

Cole continues to drag his dick through my inner walls, mapping every millimeter of pleasure producing flesh he can find.

And he’s found every single one of them within me.

Over and over again his cock rubs just the right places.

After a few minutes, Cole pulls the ropes up and presses in fully, rotating his hips without withdrawing and purposefully grazing his cock against one such place.

Continuously focusing on my G-spot, he forces my orgasm out of me.

It releases with a fury, covering his cock and hips, as well as the bed, with my juices.

"That's it, pretty girl, give it to me. Give us everything you have.

Let it all go," Cole encourages but even after my orgasm has ebbed, he doesn’t stop.

The unfettered assault on my pussy results in not one but five orgasms, back-to-back, with exponentially increasing intensity. When Cole finally comes, I’m in another world completely.

He pulls out of me, panting and exhausted, but still clinical. He sets me gently on the bed on my side, looks into my eyes and feels the pulse in my neck. Then, he rubs my cheeks and checks the tightness of the ropes still around me.

I’m barely here but Cole’s everywhere.

“Check in, beautiful,” he says as he wipes my forehead with a cloth then lifts me in his arms, placing a bottle of sports drink to my lips. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was and drink from the bottle greedily. When I finish, he takes it away from me, waiting for my answer.

“Green. So good.” My voice sounds like a butterfly being carried off in the wind but I’ve never felt better. He takes another look into my eyes before nodding and looking up over my shoulder.

“Jax, you’re up. Check in.”

I tilt my head to the side, resting it in the crook of Cole's shoulder, to see Jax looking strangely sedated.

The fiery tenacity is gone from his eyes, replaced with what looks like peaceful tranquility.

His shoulders and every other muscle in his body is relaxed.

All except for his cock which stands attention at full mast, angry and red.

Jax clears his throat, pulling on his ropes a little before responding.

“Green.” That’s it. Nothing else, but his eyes tell an entire encyclopedia of words meant only for me. The lust in his gaze is enough to have me leaning toward him, aching for him as much as I did for the others. It doesn’t matter how tired I am, or what I’ve been through already.

“I want him. Need him.”

“You got it, pretty girl.” Cole and Hawk each take a side and together, position me over Jax’s kneeling form. He looks up at them, opening and closing his mouth a few times as they move my legs on either side of his.

“How…? I can’t hold her. She can barely sit up. This isn’t going to work.”

Cole lifts his eyebrow at him, not hesitating as he grabs and repositions Jax’s cock at my entrance before he and Hawk press down on my shoulders, impaling me on his length.

I moan softly at the exquisite feel of him within me and, with no energy to my name, I rest my forehead on Jax’s shoulder as I wait for what Cole has planned for us.

I hear a bit of rustling around the room and then feel pressure on my back.

Lifting. Suspending. I groan at the sudden loss of Jax, missing the full and complete feeling of him inside of me.

Turning my head, I peek out of the corner of my eye and see I’m hanging from the exposed rafters, my body strung up and my pussy at the perfect height for Jax to retake me.

I feel heat at my back and turn my head slightly, resting it on his chest.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere. Cole knows his shit. Just enjoy the ride.” Hawk presses his body further into mine, acting as a counter balance for Jax.

“You’ve been edging over here this entire time,” Cole says to Jax.

“Letting go. Trusting us. Watching us take care of our girl, bringing her to heights unimaginable.” All three of them focus on me, their eyes full of adoration and lust and love.

“She’s on the brink. Wanna bring her the rest of the way for us? Show her the way to paradise?”

“Fuck yes, I do,” Jax groans out as Cole loosens his ropes, freeing his arms from their prison.

His large hands brace my hips as he slowly eases deep within me.

His thrusts aren’t as punishing as I've known them to be, but in my blissful state they take me right to Heaven. I have no concept of time anymore as I come a final time, crashing headfirst into ecstasy with Jax. His orgasm seems to go on for hours. It’s overpowering, all-encompassing, and Jax is helpless to his convulsing body as he curls into me.

Cole is there for him, however, and between him and Hawk behind me, they gently bring us down until we’re lying on the bed next to each other.

The tightness of the ropes vanishes. My arms lift into ones massaging the entire length of them, from my shoulders to my wrists. My sluggish eyes open slightly to see the same being done to Jax, next to me: Cole takes care of him while Hawk takes care of me.

“How’re you feeling, pretty girl?” Cole asks. His voice, so soft, it’s like his words live inside me. How am I feeling? There’s only one way to describe it.

“It’s like a winter day… after weeks of the dark and the cold and the misery…

but then the sun…” I smile, carefree and deliriously happy.

My voice sounds like a dream, distant and euphoric.

“The sun peeks through the clouds… and the warmth caresses my face… and the feeling is so indescribably fulfilling that you never want it to end.”

“Apricity… ”

I turn towards the sound. To Jax. His face as serene as I’ve ever seen it.

“What you’re describing… it’s called apricity…

and it’s absolutely true… because that’s what I’m feeling as well,” Jax says as a single tear slides down the side of his face.

His eyes stare deeply into mine as he smiles and takes my hand in his.

He nods, first to me, then turns his head back to Cole kneeling over him.

They don’t say anything more. They don’t need to. This has been eye-opening for all of us, but I know, this is just the beginning.