Page 34 of Capture (Primal #3)

I found them sitting in the viewing room at the end of the hall, smoking cigars and drinking whiskey.

That sweet cocktail scent, I’d become used to, and knew my men were relaxed and feeling satisfied with life.

Good. That’s how I wanted it. If they’re happy, then I'm so glad, and vice versa.

It was a game of four where there were no individual winners or losers, but we always fought for and with one another as a team, a family.

I waved the smoke away from my face as three pairs of eyes dragged their gaze away from the window to greet me.

“Which one?” I asked, showing them four samples of wallpaper for the Velvet rooms. I chose material that was easy to clean and looked expensive, even though they were on sale.

“The red,” Ronan was the first to reply, then glanced at Mikky, who had a pained expression on his face.

“I don’t remember giving you my approval to action this, Annika,” he said in his business tone.

“Yes, you did. I was saying the other day in bed that the rooms need to be updated, and you said, “Fine.” That’s what you said, ‘Fine.’ That’s you giving me approval,” I explained.

“I meant 'fine' as in stop going on about it,” he reasoned, sternly.

“I only asked ten thousand times and you finally said, ‘fine,’” I argued back, ignoring his argument.

Gunner smacked his lips, chuckling under his breath. “She’s a bossy broad, aren’t she?”

“Yes,” Mikky groaned.

“So, which one?” I asked them again. “Which wallpaper do you like?”

“I like the dark blue,” Gunner pointed out. Typical of Gunner to choose the dark, moody one, but an entire room dressed in this wallpaper would look super classy.

“Mikky?” I urged, even though he was being difficult. “Which one?”

He forced himself to look at the samples, acting all grouchy and stubborn as per usual, which didn’t work on me anymore. Despite my simmering Fall’s icy exterior, he was on the inside a cuddly teddy bear, as long as you didn’t piss him off by hurting one of his family.

“Have you finished your marine biology assignment?” he pressed in that tone of authority.

“Of course,” I replied, enthusiastically. “I handed it in earlier today.”

I had only one more year to go before I graduate, and then I could work full-time at the club, now that I was over twenty-one.

By then, I would’ve had enough experience to perform Betty’s old role.

Ronan had stated several times that he would be glad to hand it over, as he had been filling in until it was time for me to take over.

That was the deal I made with the guys. If I completed my marine biology degree and worked part-time in the club in junior roles, I would be eligible for promotion.

“The gold one,” Mikky finally gave me an answer.

I snarled exhaustedly. “Three different answers, three different colors.”

“Use different wallpapers for different rooms,” Mikky suggested, which was exactly what I was hoping he’d say.

“What a fabulous idea,” I gasped, slightly exaggerated to encourage him. I’d never forget Sylvie saying to me a year ago, when we came together in peace at the olive branch meeting, ‘The best way to get your way is to convince them that your idea was theirs all along.’

She was right. She also said if you want them to do something for you, butter them up with praise. She was right about that, too.

We’ve become distant allies, women in business who want the best outcomes for all of us.

If I were to be honest, I doubt that we’d be as friendly if we lived in the same city and worked in the same club.

One thing Sylvie and I had in common is that we’re fiercely territorial, not just over land but our men.

“Oh my gosh, I could design themed rooms,” I suggested, excitedly, and I could see him baffled by my enthusiasm. Then his expression changed when he realized he’d been duped. Even Gunner and Ronan knew I was blindsiding him, but they sat there with broad smiles.

Good one, Sylvie.

“Decision done,” I announced as I walked away.

“What did I just agree to?” I heard Mikky asking the guys.

I managed to get only halfway down the hallway before an arm curled around my waist to pull me into Ronan’s office.

The wallpaper samples fell from my hands, splayed across the floor.

It was their thing. Stealing a chance, surprising me with flowers or dinner, or spontaneously whisking me away to their office.

Their impulsiveness kept me on my toes and gave them something to occupy their curious minds.

It was Mikael this time, caging me against Ronan’s office wall, arms wrenched above my head, mouth claiming my neck as my panties quickly became sodden.

I couldn’t help myself. They were like my weaknesses and my strengths, and a single touch from any one of them would have me ruined for the day.

Over his shoulder, I sensed another figure descending on us. Ronan wanted to be part of our play. Well, it was his office after all.

Mikky’s mouth traveled to my subtle breasts as Ronan snuck his hand over my crotch as a third figure arrived – Gunner. I suppose he was feeling left out, sitting in the viewing room by himself.

I was roughly pulled from the wall and bent over the desk with their enormous strength as I delighted in dropping my pants, so they could penetrate me, which was what I hungered for day in and day out: to be erotically seduced by one or two or three of my men.

Mikky inserted his cock into me with the usual forceful push, while Gunner unzipped his pants and flipped out his erect cock so that I could suck him off. While Ronan knelt to suck my clit.

It was astonishingly glorious, elevating me into new heights of pleasure. My clothes ripped from my body, completely naked, a slave to their touch.

My inner thighs were like rubber, as nerves shot up and down, firing into my clit that Ronan was eating. When he sucked my clit, I cried out over Gunner’s cock while Mikky pummeled me from behind.

My body jolted and gyrated with every stroke from Mikky while Gunner guided my head over his length.

“My turn after you, Mikky,” Ronan spoke over my clit, and his voice vibrated my wet skin, adding to my lust.

We kept the pace up in rhythm because we’d done this so many times before. Mikky was the boss and always had first dibs on where he wanted to go, leaving Gunner and Ronan to fight over the other parts of me.

My fingers gripped Gunner’s butt cheeks and squeezed, like a watermelon, as he grunted in pleasure and rolled his hips, pushing his length in a little further before moving out a short way.

Mikky pulled out of me, “Swap,” and Ronan stood behind, taking his turn to fuck me, while Mikky came to the front of me, and I opened my mouth to take him as always.

“Good girl,” he said calmly, stroking my hair. “You fucking drive me crazy, Annika.”

I couldn’t answer because my mouth was stuffed with his cock, but I knew that I loved it. I loved his taste, touch, sound of his voice, scent, everything. My feelings for Gunner and Ronan were the same, but Mikky was the last man to warm to me. The last man to forgive me. The last man to love me.

Ronan’s cock was a little slimmer, but longer than Mikky’s, so he adjusted his position a little so he could drive downward, as I cried out when it pinched a little. Gunner continued where Ronan started to eat my clit, sucking and licking, giving different strokes to Ronan.

The sound of the elevator pinging in the background, followed by the dinner trolley rattling as it was pushed over the door rails. That was my job once, and I enjoyed it, but someone else does it—a newbie by the name of Katerina Ivanov.

Even we, the Kaisers, had a big enough heart to offer her a job when her family was arrested and imprisoned for the abduction of Gunner, holding illegal firearms, drugs, extortion, tax evasion…the list went on.

But it wasn’t Kat’s fault. She was born into that family and, like me, was manipulated by influential people to do dirty deeds. I had compassion for her situation, and we’ve become friends. Besides, as I quickly learned, it was better to have the people whom you don’t trust where you can see them.

Katerina will always be loyal to her Ivanov bloodline family, regardless of what she says, just like I will always be loyal to a fault to my Kaiser family.

Ronan slammed the door, so Kat couldn’t see what we were indulging in, although it’s not the first time she’s walked in while I was being fucked by one of the Kaisers.

I tried to keep my voice down so Kat couldn’t hear, but it was impossible, as my body crumbled and succumbed to the orgasm that claimed my body.

My body contracted for a few seconds as my breath stalled; my heart seemed to stop beating, and my nervous system froze, just for a moment, before the release. I moaned over Mikky’s cock as Ronan kept pumping until he released into my pussy.

After we were done, they helped me dress, and we retrieved our meals that had been left outside the doors and sat at the desk, eating together as a family.

When I took the lid off the plate cover, I laughed in delight to find crab cakes.

“Special order,” Mikky said with a wink, then lowered his head to kiss me on the lips as Gunner and Ronan watched, smiling proudly that Mikky was happy again.

We dug in, devouring the crab cakes, while discussing the business as per usual. We had no competition anymore, and the police weren’t on our backs like they were, and even though that was our objective, it made it a little boring.

I suspect it won’t be long before another family from another territory might wage war on us, but for now, we’ll enjoy the peace.

“So, um,” I cleared my throat. “What about paint colors to go with the wallpaper…”

The guys groaned as if I was forcing them to watch paint dry or count blades of grass. But as Sylvie said, make it look like it was their idea.

I continued in my sweetest tone, “So, I was thinking that the floorboards need sanding and polishing, and we need to discuss the possibility of moving the kitchen…”

The End