Page 28 of Capture (Primal #3)

W hy do you like to hand-feed me?” I asked as he placed a French fry against my lips, and I bit down on it.

“I like watching your mouth move,” he answered with a devious look on his handsome face. “I’m imagining your lips wrapped around my cock.”

I narrowed my eyes, feigning fury. “You filthy man.”

“I am now,” he replied.

“You should offer me a job,” I reminded him.

“You had a job here,” he argued.

“Offer me back my job as Annika,” I pleaded.

“You’re not twenty-one yet,” he stressed.

“I won’t go near the alcohol or casino, or,” pointed to the door, “these rooms. I’ll do the dishes. Give me a chance.”

“What makes you think that I’ll let you out ever? I might keep you here as my slave. Tie you to the bed. With your legs spread,” he threatened, tapping another French fry against my lips.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time. Besides, you’ll grow bored with that and so will I,” I told him. “I’m not a hole, or three holes. I’m a living, breathing human that deserves respect. Even if I had to earn that respect from you.”

He resigned, nodding slightly in agreement. “I do see you as a human,” he said slowly as if he was choosing his words carefully.

“Then give me a chance in the club. Please,” I begged, pressing my palms together in a prayer.

He sighed and stabbed me with a little sharp scowl, yet his mouth was smiling. Not a big smile, like Ronan’s, but a Kaiser smile, rare and fleeting, but it felt rewarding when they decided it was you they chose to smile at.

“I’ll think about it.” he was simmering in his smugness, being in this position where I was begging, and it took only a flick of a finger for him to grant me my wish. It must’ve felt good to have such immense power and my life in his hands.

“You still believe that I will escape and you’ll never see me again, aren’t you?” I rationalized, reading his mind.

“Naturally,” he replied flatly. Then he stumbled, and I saw a flint of something behind his eyes. Then he surprised me by asking, “Where would you go? If I let you go now, where would you go?”

I swallowed, thinking it over for a few seconds. “If I had my freedom, I would go back to the hall and back to my class, as Annika, not Riley Laws.”

“So, you would flee the state?” He cut a piece of cheeseburger and held it near my mouth and bit into it, humming at the taste.

“No. That’s good,” I said, dabbing my mouth with the ivory-colored fabric napkin.

“You’d go back to Gotland?” he said, surprised.

“Yes. I have nowhere to go,” I stressed. “And I love marine biology, but I still think you could use me here. As I said, I have a good eye for color harmony.”

“Color harmony? That’s a new one,” he chuckled as he glanced at the wallpaper and frowned, perhaps noticing that it was dated and fading.

I pointed my finger skyward. “Fly poop.”

He looked up and cringed in embarrassment. “This is Freddie’s and Ronan’s domain. They should’ve checked the rooms more thoroughly.”

“See, this is why you need me, because I notice fly shit and creases in the wallpaper and scratch marks on the floorboards,” I argued proudly. “Beauty is in the details, Mikael.”

“Mikael?” he snarled as if I wasn’t permitted to use his first name.

“I beg my pardon, I mean, Mr. Kaiser ,” I corrected, snidely. “You’ve stuck your cock in me more than once, and I’ve sucked you off, and you watched me getting fucked by Ronan, yet I can’t call you by your first name? Seems a little unfair to me.”

He opened his mouth to answer, but I interrupted with a snarky comment, “Oh, my apologies, I forgot. You see me as three holes, like a sex doll, Mr. Kaaaaiser.”

“I’m starting to think that maybe I want you to leave now,” he growled, bemused with a twinkle in his eye, licking his bottom lip.

“Maybe I see you as nothing but a table with an erect rod attached.” I made a motion with my hand like I was rubbing a cock while pressing my tongue against the inside of my mouth.

“A table?” he seemed baffled, but amused.

“Yeah, like a solid table with a sex toy sticking out of it. That’s all you are.

A giant sex toy that also happened to be my ex-boss.

” He tilted his head to the side, looking at me slightly differently as if I were a weird animal in the zoo.

“You’re moving up in the world. That must be a self-promotion going from prison to walking sex toy. ”

Before I could say any more, he’d claimed my mouth, hands cupping my cheeks, and a shiver ran down my thighs, directly into the space between my legs.

His tongue worked my mouth like a dream, running over my teeth, pushing down harder, and I naturally fell away from his overpowering touch.

He pulled me back again, so we were plastered together, held together by his firm embrace.

“This is the only way to shut you up,” he breathed into my mouth, then bit down on my bottom lip, and I recoiled when I felt a sting.

He broke out in a kiss as those eyes raked over my face, then ran his thumb over my lower lip, showing me a smudge of blood, and then licked it off.

“See,” I whispered breathlessly, “I’m more than just three holes.”

“I’m aware,” he stated evenly, as he grasped my sweater, and I raised my arms as he pulled it up over my body, leaving me with nothing but a bra.

“What am I to you?” I shirked off his touch and held up my hand to stop him from coming close. “What am I to you?”

He faltered as those eyes plowed into me with great intensity, making me shudder, and I leaned back to dodge a missile that might fly out of his eyes. “Are you playing games?” he warned.

“No. I want an answer,” I boldly demanded. “What am I to you? Just three holes or…”

He sighed and glanced to the side, and I sensed he was finding this uncomfortable. “A girl,” he replied.

“Oh, great. I’m pleased you noticed.” I dropped the sarcasm because it wasn’t helping the situation and cooled my tone. “You find it difficult speaking about your feelings, don’t you?”

“Lie back,” he ordered.

I was about to do what he demanded for fear of retribution, knowing that he was a Kaiser and one didn’t want to piss off a Kaiser. Again. Let’s not forget that I had already gotten on the wrong side of the Kaisers. I tried one more time. “Tell me what you think of me?”

His nostril flared as he looked down at me under those gorgeous, black eyelashes. So damn sexy, yet so damn dangerous.

“You’re a girl who is slowly getting under my skin,” he spoke in a steely tone that both terrified and excited me.

His glare was stern to meet, but I bravely raised my head, met his gaze with mine, and said, “Good. Because once I settle under your skin, I’ll never leave.”

Amusement washed across his chiseled features. “What? Like scabies?”

I tipped my head back and snorted in laughter. “Yes, like a seven-year itch.” I raised my finger. “This is year one.”

In a rush, he had me flattened against the mattress, body on body, hands held above my head.

Those dark eyes rolled over my lips and eyes, then down to my bra, claimed my left breast with his mouth, and began sucking.

I arched my back under his delicious touch and wrapped my thighs around his solid, muscular body.

Those lips travel down my stomach, slow, torturous brushes across my skin, barely touching, yet it blisters and shivers. My entire world was his. It was useless. I couldn’t fight him off anymore, nor did I want to.

His mouth worked its way between my legs, and he pressed his mouth along the jeans’ crotch, sucking and licking, making my pussy panties and jeans even wetter than they already were.

There was a flash of guilt that we were doing this as Gunner was somewhere alone and held hostage by bad people, but I let that go and sank into the mattress under Mikael’s devouring touch.

He then flipped me over onto my stomach, and I squealed at the ferociousness of his strength and quickness. His hands gripped the band on my jeans, then gave them a massive tug, pulling them aggressively down, snapping the dome of them off the fabric.

Teeth sank into my flesh, sucking and biting, tightrope walking the line between pleasure and pain, and it felt wonderful. A finger wormed into my tight hole and wiggled about, before peeling my jeans off completely, and I heard the distinctive sound of them being dropped to the floor.

Then he paused for a few seconds as I sensed we weren’t alone.

I looked behind me to find Ronan had slipped into the room, eyes with desire, and I reached out to him.

He glanced at Mikael as if seeking his approval, and as soon as Mikael nodded, Ronan was standing over me.

I tugged at his pants, and he unfastened the button.

I grasped his erect cock, rubbing it a few times, before sliding it into my mouth.

The mattress sank under the weight of Mikael coming behind me, claiming my rear end, fingers pressed into my butt, and mouth biting. The sound of brushing fabric followed before he filled me up from behind into my hungry, wet pussy. Then began pummeling me, short, sharp strokes.

It took us several moments to find our pace. Short, quick movements over Ronan’s cock, in synch with Mikeal moving inside me. Ronan’s hand placed gently on my head, then moved to the back of my neck, where he took a bunch of my hair in his hand to use as a rein to guide my movements.

This was the first time I’d been desired by two men at once, and it was both scary and tantalizing.

The emotions traveling up and down my body, all with the eroticism that had claimed me, were overwhelming, and I was close to breaking the cord between us.

But my stubbornness kept going to see how it felt when I hit heights and climaxed.

I trusted Ronan more than Mikael, whom I couldn’t see and could only feel.

Mikael then pulled out and seemed to signal to Ronan to do the same, as a gush of air flooded down my throat from being free from his cock filling me up.

“Are you hungry?” Mikael asked Ronan.

There was another silent exchange between them before Mikael ordered me to roll over onto my back and take my bra off.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, frightened that they were conducting something that might hurt me.

“You’ll see,” was all he said as I precariously took my bra off and lay on my back, naked and vulnerable.

He then took a handful of French fries and sprinkled them across my body, then seized what was left of the cheeseburger and tore each piece, also dropping each piece along my body. He then tipped the last of the fries off the plate onto me, so I was covered in food.

They stood back to admire their masterpiece lying there like a kitchen table, before Mikael turned to Ronan and said, “Dig in. No hands.”

I gulped air as immense desire and anticipation trembled across my body. Together they climbed into the bed, on their hands and knees, and began eating off me like grazing bulls with erect cocks on display, glistening wet from my juice.

My skin prickled and riveted in luscious desire as tongues licked along my skin before claiming a mouthful of food. My nipples were protruding and throbbing as I was writhing from a rising orgasm just before they pulled out of me.

Ronan’s mouth engulfed a piece of burger patty and sucked on my breast as he devoured the meat, while Mikael was licking up fries like a vacuum cleaner.

Mikael took some fries in his mouth, then changed his position, so his head was between my legs, and spread my legs as he inserted fries inside me with his tongue.

My back arched, toes curled, thighs rippling in desire as I began to climax again. Warm tongue smashing fries inside my wet pussy while a warm tongue ate burger off my breasts.

“Oh my god,” I cried out, wrangling with the enormity of the impending orgasm encompassing my entire body. “I’m gonna cum.”

Mikael kept eating me downstairs as Ronan started rubbing his cock. When I reached out to help him, he brushed my hand away. “Let us pleasure you,” he demanded.

Mikael’s tongue pushed fries further into my pussy, then slipped his tongue further in to eat them, before running his tongue over my throbbing, sensitive clit.

I lurched as the climax rippled through my body and screamed as Ronan’s cream spat from his cock all over the remaining food on my body. Mikael kept eating me until I was done, panting and depleted.

But he wasn’t done with me. He hadn’t come yet, so he pushed himself inside me and proceeded to serve me short, quick strokes, smacking his balls against my skin, while munching on fries.

Then he suddenly pulled out and, like Ronan, he emptied his cum all over the food on my body.

Under their penetrable gazes, I took a piece of burger bun covered in their cream and slowly bit into it, chewed, then swallowed.

I took a leaf of lettuce between my fingers and as I gazed up at these two beautiful men, I shoved the leaf, sodden with their cum, into my mouth. Chewed, then swallowed.

A gorgeous smirk stretched across Mikael’s face. “Good girl,” he said proudly. “Maybe you will be a good fit for our business.”