Page 83 of Chaos & Carnage

“Fuck!” he grunted loudly, his hips reacting and something hot hitting the bottom of my stomach.

“Don’t stop, Cade.” Caleb commanded, his pelvis smashing against my arse. “Hold her still for me.”

Panting, Cade pressed one hand against my waist, holding me against Caleb, the fingers of his other feeling its way back to my clit, rubbing and nipping.

“Fuck,” Caleb growled, “Come for us, kitten. Make her come, Cade.”

Cade’s fingers flew against me, Caleb’s cock rammed in and out of me, his balls slapping me, and the tent shook around us. He dropped his hand from my hair, pushing it under my neck, fingers squeezing round my throat. And now I was held, fucked, and Cade punished my clit. My body burst into a thousand electric shocks, rebounding off every part of me again and again. I may have moaned, I think I cried out. Then darkness took over me entirely, my legs shaking, my whole body engulfed in firey waves, crashing over and over on top of me and inside me.

Behind me, Caleb grunted again, his fingers tightening on my neck and my hips, and his forehead pushed into my back, forcing his cock into me over and over. And then it was quiet. Almost. Apart from the sounds of panting that filled the little tent.

Warm, thick fluid leaked down my legs, Cade’s cum cooled quickly over my stomach, even in the heat between us.

“Good girl, kitten,” Caleb whispered in my ear.

Chapter Thirty One

Alice’s eyes grew heavier, slowly closing, the heat in the sleeping bag was now a furnace. All I could hear were the sounds of everyone’s breathing, slowly returning to normal, the racing beat of my heart slowing to a steady rhythm. The smell of sex filled the tent. Hot, musty, oily. Delicious.

My cock twitched again. I shouldn’t have enjoyed watching my brother fuck Alice. I was supposed to be jealous. Part of me was. Most of me wanted her all to myself. And even though she’d scowled at him at every opportunity, her body reacted to him instantly. Now she could choose between us, now that she’d knowingly had us both. And when she woke up, she could easily choose him over me.

I didn’t know whether I could cope with that. Knowing he won the one woman that had made me jealous of him for the first time in my life. But I also knew that the more I tried to keep her away from him, the more he would come after her.

I glanced over at them, lying there asleep in each other’s arms, Alice turning into him moments before I woke up. If she chose him over me, I didn’t know what I would do, but that worry would have to wait, because the door to our tent was suddenly unzipped, Fury sticking his head inside and looking around.

“Fuck’s sake,” he groaned. “Was only a matter of time before you two corrupted the poor lass. You two, Indie’s tent. Now.”

Fury left, leaving the tent door flap hanging open. I lay back a moment, rubbing at my eyes before lying staring at the polyester ceiling. Fuck it. If I didn’t drag my arse out of this nice, warm sleeping bag, I’d get the fucker handed back to me on a platter, right beside Caleb’s. Reaching over, I shook him awake, relaying the order in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Fuck’s sake,” Caleb grumbled as the pair of us wriggled our naked bodies out of the sleeping bag. “What does Indie want at this fucking time of the morning?”

I grabbed my jeans from the floor of the tent, bending over as I pushed my legs into them to keep my head from hitting the ceiling.

“It’s fucking lunchtime.” I slid my mobile into my pocket.

“Fuck. Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“We’re leaving Alice to sleep?” Caleb asked, his eyes dancing over her naked back where the sleeping bag had dropped away from her.

“Course we are. She never gets this much sleep. If she doesn’t wake up again till teatime, that’s a good thing.”

Caleb nodded, turning back and crawling towards her. He tugged gently on the thick sleeping bag, pulling it up to her shoulders and tucking it in around her.

“Ok, now we leave her to sleep,” he muttered, half walking, half crawling out the door of the tent.

Indie’s new tent was the size of a small house, with two bedrooms and a living area. But even the size of it wasn’t big enough to cram seven full-grown men inside.

“What the fuck is this?” Reap grumbled, rubbing at his face, clearly just woken up like we had been. “And why only a handful of us?”

But there wasn’t just seven of us in that tent. There was another. And now we knew why we had only been the ones summoned there.

“Fucking Jacob Gray,” Barry the Blade growled. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

“You’re fucking mad, you,” Reap shook his head, as the thinner, younger version of Fury folded his arms over his chest. “You brought the rest of the pigs with you?”

Indie shot Reap a look. Jake might have been hated by every single one of us in the club, but like it or not, he was still Fury’s brother.