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Chapter thirty-four

Raegan

The next few days pass in a blur.

I spend most of my time training with Kellan and Jackson, even after the mandatory Guild sessions have ended.

I’ve never felt stronger or more confident in my gift as I do now.

There are some limits to what I can test in the training gym, but I’ve handled the basic application of anything I try to do without difficulty.

I’m able to recognize when I’m stretching myself too thin, working my gift more than my body can handle, and I stop there.

Kellan is the one who helps me in the weight room now that all of Dane’s time is occupied with watching the beach house and investigating more Board members.

When I’m not training, I usually try to help him with what he’s doing.

Watching the cameras is boring as hell, but I take note of every detail just in case.

After Reid takes over camera watch on his computer, Dane and I settle on the couch with a movie.

We’ve fallen asleep every night this week without finishing a single one.

On the fourth night, Aiden joins us for dinner .

“I’m going in!”

“Wait! I’m not ready!”

“Rahhhh! Take that! Eat it!”

The door to Aiden’s room slams open, and I startle on the couch.

He’s breathing heavily, his hair un-styled and wet, while his light gray shirt clings to his chest, dark spots appearing as it soaks up the water he didn’t bother drying off.

He immediately seeks me out, his unusually expressive concern fading to confusion.

He takes in my shirt—his—and shorts, my hair tied up in a messy bun, as I sit cross-legged on the couch with a gaming controller in my hands.

“Watch out!” Kellan hollers.

There’s a slew of zombies entering the room I’m in with no other exit.

I start shooting wildly, sweeping my gun back and forth as they’re seconds from grabbing me.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”

“I’m coming, beautiful.”

“Use your grenade,” Jack murmurs from his perch on the back of the couch.

“That’s right!” Running to give myself a few seconds, I sift through my inventory, select the grenade, and chuck it at them.

It explodes, body parts flinging in the air and splattering the screen in fake blood.

Damn, this game is graphic.

“I don’t know how you guys can play that game after the zombie attack we dealt with. Literally, any other game would have made more sense,” Dane mutters from the kitchen.

He convinced Reid to start earlier on his camera duties so he could finally make the homemade pasta he’d promised me what feels like forever ago.

When Aiden walked in, Kellan declared tonight a break for all of us.

No GE. No Royce or beach house.

No Board members or training.

Just the five of us relaxing together.

We haven’t done that in…

a long time. Even with the Guild party, Jack and Aiden had been working and on guard.

And any other times we’ve tried to relax, it’s never been all five of us.

Not since the island.

“Come on, Aiden. Grab a controller,” Kellan shouts when he walks by the living area.

“I’ll pass.”

“Does Aiden play video games?” I ask distractedly, finishing off the last of the zombies with Kellan’s help.

“Just strategic one-player types,” Dane answers.

Kellan snorts. “He builds empires for fun.”

“I’ve played other games with you before,” Aiden remarks before he disappears down the hallway beyond the kitchen.

There’s nothing in that direction other than a storage closet and the armory.

“Raegan,” he calls, and I whip my head around.

Jackson chuckles. “Behind you.”

What?

His gaze darts to the screen, and by the time I follow it, my avatar is already being devoured.

Damn.

Tossing the controller next to me, I hunt for Aiden.

He stands in the doorway to the armory, his body blocking it from view.

Footsteps thump behind me, and the other three guys all crowd at my back.

Okay…what ?

“Uh…what’s happening?”

“It’s not finished yet, but I figured tonight was as good as any for you to see the progress we’ve made.” Aiden steps back, the door falling open behind him and giving me room to look inside.

The lockers and cabinets that once covered the walls are gone, painted over in a dark, moody gray.

One of the walls is gone, replaced by two glass doors surrounded by windows to overlook the city.

A small, private balcony waits beyond the doors with a pergola strung with vines and fairy lights.

There’s a small sitting area by the windows.

A cozy circular chair that could fit multiple people sits in front of a small rectangular fireplace and television.

The floor itself is covered in a plush, luxurious-looking carpet that begs to be touched.

The bed is…well, it’s massive, taking up half of the room in its width.

Four posts rise just shy of the ceiling, draped with creamy gauze sheets that fall like waves.

Vines curl around the posts, intertwining with more fairy lights that hang like stars, surrounding a mountain of pillows.

There’s a door to the far right that I don’t remember being there before.

“That’s where your private bathroom will be,” Aiden says when he sees me looking at it.

“It’s still in the demolition and plumbing stages.”

I scan the room again, stunned.

“It’s beautiful,” I breathe.

Amazing. Stunning. Unbelievable.

A simple room was somehow converted into a private oasis, unlike anything I could have ever imagined.

“All this…is fo r me?”

“If you want it.”

Scoffing, I shake my head.

How could anyone not want something like this?

“Can I go inside?”

Aiden steps further into the room, and I follow.

Bending to the floor, I run my hand through the carpet as I’d been itching to do.

So, so soft.

“It’s water-resistant and shouldn’t stain easily,” Aiden comments.

Kellan throws himself on the bed, arms and legs wide, and still, there’s room on either side of him.

“This is what I’m talking about for a bed. And it’s hella comfortable.”

Dane smacks his leg.

“Get off before you break it.”

Kell laughs, rolling to his side.

“Didn’t Aiden tell you? He custom-ordered this bad boy. For its size and durability. I could jump on it, and it wouldn’t break. Isn’t that right, Aiden?”

Aiden pins him with a look.

“Don’t jump on it.”

I’d laugh if I wasn’t so overwhelmed by everything.

Running my hand along one of the posts, I dip over carved grooves.

When I look at Aiden, his gaze is heated, and I swallow my question down, a flush of warmth crawling up my neck.

He shifts behind me, crooning in my ear, “There are more surprises in store for you here, but wait until it’s finished before you start looking.”

A shiver of pleasure rolls down my spine, goosebumps scattering along my skin.

“Fuck! The pasta!” Dane dashes from the room.

Jackson fingers a string of lights, smirking.

If I’m going to eat Dane’s homemade pasta, I need to get out of this room.

While it looks cozy and warm on the surface, it’s equally sensual.

And having Kellan, Jackson, and Aiden giving me individual licentious looks the longer I’m in here means I have seconds to escape while my mind’s still clear.

I practically run from the room, and I don’t stop until I’m in the kitchen.

Kellan cackles from the bedroom, but three sets of steps let me know they’re leaving it.

“We scare you away, beautiful?” he taunts.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” I snark back, jabbing him in the chest. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a while.”

Turning to Aiden, my nerves suddenly titter in my chest. I’ve never had anyone give me something so…

grand as that. He could have thrown a bed in there and been done with it, and I would have been happy.

But the detail , the beauty of it…

“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice choking in my throat.

“I…I don’t even know what to say. It’s amazing. More than perfect.”

He smirks, crooking his finger beneath my chin.

“Don’t go painting me as some nice guy in your head. It’s a bribe to convince you to stay with us. I’ll give you whatever you want, whatever you need, if it means you’ll stay.”

“I’m not staying for the stuff.”

“Then consider it a bonus.”

A soft moan coaxes me from sleep.

Dane’s breath is hot on my ear, his arm a heavy weight over me.

He grinds his hard dick against my ass, then tucks my body tighter against him, as if there might be any room to spare with how he’s already curled around me like a second skin.

I’m expecting his hands to rove or him to say something, but he stills after that, his breathing deep and even.

A slow smile curves my lips.

He’s sleep-humping me.

Another noise escapes his throat.

His arms squeeze around me, and he rubs his cock into me again, moaning in my ear.

Fuck .

That sound is my undoing.

It sends a wildfire of heat through me, burning away any fragments of sleep.

I don’t need to touch my needy cunt to know it’s already wet.

Already throbbing with an ache to be filled.

I return the favor, rolling my hips to brush against him when he’s stopped.

I want to remove my stupid underwear.

I want to reach behind me and free his cock from his briefs so I can feel its heat pressing against me.

I want to rub my pussy all over his dick until I can’t take it anymore.

But I can’t.

Biting my lip, I withhold the tiny scream of frustration.

I’m trapped. What was once enough to turn me on is now what’s holding me back from any sort of relief.

This time, when he grinds against me, I meet him with greater desperation, shifting my hips and ass as much as I’m able to.

That wicked, drawn-out groan pours through his lips again, driving me mad.

“Dane… Dane …”

His breathing pauses, then rushes out at once on a low chuckle.

“You humping me in my sleep, babe?”

I don’t stop moving against him, waiting for the moment he gives me room to shift.

“You started it,” I pant, growing impatient.

When he doesn’t immediately take his dick out, I groan.

“Touch me already, dammit! Give me something.”

Dane laughs again, his lips brushing the crook of my neck.

Pleasure scatters over my skin like goosebumps.

“Something? I can give you something.”

Fuck, this isn’t fair.

He started it, and I’m the one begging now.

I strain against his arms, fighting for wiggle room.

He moves behind me, and I freeze when I realize he’s removing his underwear.

Yes!

He strips mine next, then tests two fingers at my core.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. What do you need, babe? My mouth? My fingers? My dick?”

All of it.

Everything.

I push on his fingers, on the closest thing to giving me relief.

“Any of those. Just…” His dick glides between my folds, collecting my ar ousal as I hold my breath and grind against him.

He doesn’t need more than a few strokes before he’s covered.

Dane hikes my leg further over his, positioning his tip at my entrance, and then pushes inside.

All the air releases from my lungs.

Yes. Finally.

…until I realize he hasn’t moved from there.

He kisses the back of my shoulder, his hand unhurried as it finds my breast. Circles my nipple.

Flicks it.

My cunt pulses in reaction.

Clenches, when his fingers pinch and tug on the hardened point.

“Nngh…Dane. Please.” I grab his thigh and rock into him, but his dick is fully seated in me, and the motion doesn’t give me anything.

I tighten my grip, trying again unsuccessfully, if only because at least I’m trying and might win a smidge of movement.

“I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He presses another kiss to my shoulder.

And another. Moving in a slow trail toward my neck.

The soft touches shoot tingles of pleasure in short bursts through me, collecting and pooling at my core.

I writhe against him.

He finally reaches the back of my neck, where he’s pulled my hair to the side to grant him that hidden bit of skin, and I think he’ll finally give me what I need.

But then his hand slides from my front.

He traces a shape the length of my back and returns to the top.

My scars.

It’s easier to forget them when I’m covered.

When I can pretend they aren’t there because no one else can see them.

I still as he continues to touch them, to outline their long, ugly shape until he’s done all of them.

Dane kisses between my shoulder blades.

“I’ll never be able to make up to you all you’ve done for me,” he whispers so quietly I have to hold my breath to hear him.

“I owe you my life, over and over again. I owe you for all the shit things I said and did to you. I owe you everything.” He turns my face, leaning over me so our eyes lock together.

“Whatever you want, Rae. Anything. If I can do it, I’ll do it for you. If you want my life, you can have it. It’s yours. I’d be dead already if not for you.”

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

“I love you, Raegan. I may not be able to make it all up to you before I die, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying.”

His lips find mine, warm and pressing, and the feeling behind it surges in my chest. We kiss until my neck burns from the angle.

We kiss until we shift with him on top, our lips and bodies breaking apart for a breathless second before we’re joined again.

And when his hips finally begin to move, it’s the sweetest ecstasy.

I bury my hands in his hair, my hips syncing with his so we’re moving as one.

It feels so good, this mounting pleasure that curls in my spine.

He thrusts in short, measured bursts that hit just right, like sparks from two objects struck together until they burst into a flame.

He sucks on my neck.

My chest. Draws my nipple between his teeth, and an electric current of pleasure strikes my core.

My hips stutter out of rhythm, the pleasure breaking my concentration.

Dane hooks my leg up and slams in deep, and I curse at the impact.

Pleasure rolls through me in waves each time he buries himself in my cunt.

He thrusts wildly, chasing my orgasm until it finally caves to him, bows and snaps from his voracity, then strips me bare.

Shuddering through the last of my climax, I catch my breath and slowly open my eyes.

Dane tosses his phone to the floor.

“What was that?”

He grins, leaning in for a kiss that I warily relent to.

“Something for you,” he answers mysteriously.

He tucks himself around me, then flips us around with me on top.

“Ride me, babe.” He grips my thighs and pushes his hands up, then drags them back down.

“I know you want more. Take it.”

Hm.

I close my eyes, getting back into it as I work my hips.

He holds my calves down, giving me a firm anchor to push off from, and I lose myself to it.

Until something cold lands on my ass, flowing in a stream between my cheeks.

Dane’s smirking when my eyes snap open on a gasp.

Aiden’s behind me, smearing lube over my ass with his fingers.

His dark eyes lock on to mine.

“Are you ready for me to take your ass?” He rings my hole with a finger, and I inhale sharply, gripping the sheets as my entire body tenses.

Aiden clicks his tongue.

“You need to relax.”

“Easy for you to say,” I snark, and he spanks me.

“Oh, fuck!” Dane groans when I clench around his dick.

I sink onto Dane’s chest, my arms shaking from holding myself up while Aiden rubs at my other entrance again.

“Any other thoughts you’d like to share?” Aiden purrs .

Dane lifts my face to his.

“I’ve got you, babe. Just focus on me.” He kisses my jaw.

The corner of my lips.

Then grips the back of my head to pull me into a deep kiss that makes my chest ache.

He gyrates his hips beneath me, teasing me slowly until I melt into his arms.

Something small breaches my ass, but it’s slathered in lube and doesn’t go further than my body allows it.

My body tingles where my ass circles whatever’s there—his finger, no doubt—and I breathe through the nerves.

I’ve handled fingers before.

This, I can do. It’s what he’s promised is coming that has me on high alert.

I’m snapped back to Dane when he teases my clit with slippery fingers.

It’s so smooth, so wet that my body instantly trembles from his touch, and I’m so focused on riding his fingers that I don’t even notice Aiden’s sunk another finger into me.

“Oh, yeah. Fuuuuuck,” I moan, rocking into each of them.

“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

“That’s it, babe. Take what you need.”

I push back against Aiden’s fingers.

Onto Dane’s dick. Taking them as Dane’s fingers swirl and rub my clit into a frenzy.

The fingers disappear, and something larger, wider breaches my core.

I falter, even though my body quivers with pleasure at the pressure there.

I know what’s coming.

I know he’s much larger than his fingers.

Dane flicks my clit, snapping my attention back to him.

“Look at me. Feel me.” He rolls his hips, his cock thrusting into me as he refreshes the lube on his fingers and soaks my pussy in it.

“Focus on this. What does your body want? ”

Ugh, yes .

I moan so loud it vibrates through me.

I undulate my hips, taking the pleasure he’s offering me and losing myself to it.

He keeps talking, encouraging me to take it.

Take everything.

Even when I feel the crown of Aiden’s dick pushing inside, I’m so turned on, so wet and in need of that orgasm, that I let him.

“Just like that. Good girl, taking me so well. You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you? This greedy body of yours wants all its holes filled, doesn’t it? Who should we call to fuck your mouth next?”

Dane and I groan in unison, the feel of his dick slowly working its way inside, sending both of us to ecstasy.

“Is that what you want? All four of us around you, worshipping your body?” Aiden hisses as he slides in the last inch.

“Mm, your ass feels so fucking good. I knew you could do it.” He doesn’t move once he’s in, the three of us panting as we all adjust to the new sensations.

“Fuck her, Dane.” He dips his other hand through the excess lube and takes over, rubbing and circling my clit as Dane grips my hips and fucks me.

Aiden barely grinds his hips, rubbing his dick against my inner walls, and it’s over.

Pleasure explodes through me, every nerve-ending shattering as I scream and fall to pieces.

Dane catches me when I drop, wrung dry and stripped of anything but the racing beat of my heart and the warm cocoon of bliss surrounding me.