Page 291 of Conquered

“What happened last night, Pretty Girl?” Loki questions, the sofa on the other side of me dipping as he takes a seat, his hand rubbing my back.

I sigh, giving Kai a watery smile as he holds out a cup of peppermint tea, Jax releasing my hands so that I can take it. It’s the perfect temperature, allowing me to wrap my fingers around the mug and absorb some of the comforting warmth.

“I had a bad dream I guess,” I tell them, looking down at the surface of the tea, wishing that it held all the answers to the maelstrom that is my current mental health. “I woke up thinking…thinking…” My voice chokes, the surface of the drink rippling as a tear drops into it.

“Thinking you were back there?” Ash questions, the vibrations of his voice calming my pounding heart.

“Yes,” I answer quietly, brokenly. I take a deep breath and look up to meet kind, amber eyes full of warmth and love. “And that he was the one in the bed,” I say, my eyelids falling shut with shame.

A soft brush of fingertips has them fluttering open again, Kai’s face wavering as more tears spring to my eyes.

“I understand,” he says softly, a haunted look entering his stare, and my throat tightens at this hateful thing we now have in common.

Carefully thrusting my mug at Jax, I launch myself at Kai and wrap my arms around his neck, sobs wracking my body as I cling to him. His own arms band around me, pulling me as tight as mypregnancy will allow, and I feel wetness on my neck where his face is buried.

We cry together, the pain of the evil that exists in the world lessening now that we have another to share it with, to understand how much it hurts, how dirty and tarnished you feel.

We decide to stay in the apartment, snuggled together on the sofas until Mai arrives later in the afternoon to check on me and baby. She declares that everything is fine, but recommends an ultrasound scan as I missed my twenty-week one. Ash gets straight on the phone and books one for the following day on Harley Street, using his name to get the best paediatrician in the country to fit us into his busy schedule.

I feel a slight chill at the thought of having to deal with Julian, who no doubt will hear of my return soon enough. But for now, I decide to set it aside, enjoying this reprieve before we have to face reality again.

After Mai’s visit, and with it being such a beautiful summer's day—a rarity in England I can assure you!—I feel the overwhelming urge to see what the pool is like and float in the water for a time.

Getting up from the sofa where we were all lounging, none of the guys follow me as I head to the glass doors, which are open, letting in the slight breeze and city noises that I find I’ve missed a little.

“Where you off to, Pretty Girl?” Loki asks lazily, and I spin round giving him a lopsided smile before whipping Jax’s T-shirt over my head and shimming out of my yoga pants. The guys had bought me some of my clothes, placing them in the closet in our room.

“For a swim,” I tell him, pulling my soft maternity bra off, and beaming as all four guys sit up straighter, heat brightening their eyes. This effect I have on them, their desire for me, is addictive and always sends tingles racing up my spine. “Coming?” I lift a single brow, smirking as I step out of my knickers, leaving them in a pile as I turn and walk out into the garden.

Looking around, I’m glad to confirm that we’re completely enclosed by our building, the garden being in the middle and no windows overlooking us, telling me just how much this place cost given the price of real estate in London.

I smile asAstronomicalby SVRCINA starts playing on the outside speakers, the pleasure of having music back in my life making my skin quiver. It pebbles for an entirely different reason as a hot, naked body presses up against my back, arms dusted with auburn hair and littered with tattoos wrapping around me, a hard length poking me in the back.

“I fucking missed you so much,” Loki whispers in my ear, placing teasing kisses along the column of my neck that leaves fire pooling in my core.

“Loki…” I moan, my whole body feeling heavy and aching with need. His palms glide down my sides, over my stomach, and find my pussy already wet for him.

“Did you miss me, baby? Did you miss my fingers inside you? My cock inside your dripping cunt?”

Fuck me, this boy and his filthy mouth. Another deep groan of need sounds in my throat as I try moving my hips to direct his touch. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, his musician’s fingers dipping inside my damp folds and finding my opening. He thrusts two inside me, and I swear I see stars, my knees almost buckling at the searing pleasure that threatens to cleave me in two.

“More, Loki,” I beg, my voice deep and my nails raking down his forearms. “I need you to fuck me, please.”

His masculine laugh rumbles through me, his nose nuzzling my neck.

“As you wish,” he murmurs in a sexy as fuck, husky whisper that has my inner walls clenching around his fingers. He pulls them out and I whimper, frustration lancing through me like a lightning bolt.

Taking my hand, he leads me to a wooden table that’s about waist height for him. Leaving me there, he walks over to a blanket box, giving me a magnificent view of his arse and back, and grabs out an armful of thick blankets and cushions. Stepping back up to me, my skin quivering at his nearness, he layers the blankets and cushions on the tabletop, creating a soft surface towards the side edge of the table with a cushion presumably for my lower back.

“Up you get, baby,” he orders with a devastating smile that melts me that much more. With his help I climb up onto the table, my legs dangling off the edge. “Lie back,” he commands, his voice dropping an octave as he gives me a searing look. I do as commanded, lying back under the shade of the umbrella, the gentle, warm breeze tickling my skin. I raise my hands up over my head, taking a slight stretch and loving the way my muscles pull.

Loki disappears from view, then one of my legs is lifted, quickly followed by the other as he places them over each of his shoulders. Anticipation lights me up, making my breathing quicken until the swipe of a warm tongue has my eyes rolling and a keen falling from my lips. My fingers curl into the blankets underneath me with the bliss that rolls across my body.

“Fuck, I missed the taste of this pussy, Pretty Girl,” he growls out, thrusting his head harder between my legs, pinning them open as he proceeds to take me to heaven with his tongue,making my legs quake and tremble as I come over and over again.

A shadow falls over my closed lids, so I open my eyes and see a pierced cock surrounded by black ink in front of my face.

“Open up, Princess,” Ash demands, a shining bead of precum dotting the head of his shaft.