Page 11 of Resurrection (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #3)

Hawk

Fuck. I love it when she makes that sound. That shivering moan as it escapes her throat, her body taking over as her mind takes a back seat, enjoying the ride. It crashes right into me and I latch onto it with eager arms.

I’ve gotta say, watching Jax eat her out from behind—the wet, sloppy noises they created between his mouth and her dripping pussy—I’m fucking harder than calculus over here. And now that Cole is all cleaned up, it’s my turn.

Jax takes my place beside Cole, ready to assist him, while I move to stand by our naughty... naughty girl. Aly looks up at me, lifting her torso slightly but, before she gets far, I put a hand in between her shoulder blades, holding her down on the side of the tub.

She’s all mine, now, and definitely not going anywhere, yet .

While I pin her there, flush against the cool marble, Jax gives Cole a helping-hand out of the tub.

I watch as they both leave the room, making their way over to the pillow bed we constructed on the floor.

Jax slowly lowers Cole onto the cushion, then proceeds to put some antibiotic lotion on Cole’s back and wrap his ankle.

Thankfully, the location of the makeshift bed is still within sight of us, prime seats to watch what I have planned for our girl.

They turn back to me and nod, letting me know they’re good to go; that they can still see everything I’m about to do to our disobedient little brat and are waiting on bated breath.

Aly turns her head, looking at me in her periphery.

She lifts her eyebrow at how domineering I am.

It’s true, normally I’m more of a happy-go-lucky, hopeless romantic type.

I fell in love with Aly the moment my eyes landed on her.

I would do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, as long as it made her happy.

But today isn’t about making her happy, per say.

Yes, it’s about getting her out of her negative headspace, but it’s also about making sure she knows we’re completely and utterly serious when it comes to her safety.

As far as we’re concerned, our lives would be forfeit if she didn’t survive.

It just wouldn’t matter anymore. She’s it for us. Our endgame.

“Don’t think I’m about to let you off the hook, sweetheart. You know what you did. How much you scared the shit out of us.” I look down on her, hoping she understands how she made us all feel. How we feel every day. After my punishment, she will for sure .

“You know why I did it, though. Someone had to do something,” she strains to say, the pressure of my hand on her spine constricting her ability to breathe.

She still doesn’t get it. Even after everything we told her, she still refuses to see how terrified we were when we saw those zombies race after her.

I crouch down, coming face to face with her submissive form, needing her to see the gravity of the situation in my eyes. “Do you not see how much we love you, Aly? How much we would rather die than see you put yourself in harm’s way for us? Maybe I need to show you just how much.”

Standing straight again, I lift my hand from her back, emboldened in what I’m about to do.

What I need to do. Not only for her... but for me.

She tries to lift herself from the side of the tub, but one finger placed strategically between her shoulder blades gives her a, single, silent, unwavering command— stay.

“Check in.” My words, direct and abrupt in the otherwise silent room.

It takes a second for her to catch her breath but, when she collects herself, says, “Green.”

“You sure about that? This is gonna be brutal, just warning you.” She’s already given me her safe-word—her verbal confirmation that she’s mentally and physically ok with this—but being who I am deep down, I still need reassurance that she’s here for this, and is ok with me doing it.

Not Cole .

Not this time...

She twists her head to look directly at me—I can’t imagine the position is that comfortable by any means—and lays the entire brunt of her confidence and strength behind her words. “ Green .”

Good to go.

I take a fist full of her hair, roughly pulling her up by the roots until she’s standing before me.

The pain I inflict shows all over her face, from her eyes shut tight, to the grimace her mouth forms, to the squeal she lets loose.

It’s abnormal for me to be this forceful, this ruthless, this violent with her.

But I’ll be far from the norm if it gets the message through her beautiful, stubborn head.

I lead her out of the tub but immediately stop her on the soft bathmat.

“Bend and get on your knees, Aly.” She gawks at my request, hesitating, sufficiently confused by my altered personality.

“You heard me. Get down there, open that pretty fucking mouth of yours, and get ready to take my cock any way I decide to give it to you. Prove to me, and to them, that you can be a good girl and listen for once.”

She blinks, shaken at my commanding tone, but slowly bends down until her knees hit the floor at my feet.

I’ve barely touched her, but looking up at me towering above, her chest heaves with heavy breaths—her arousal moving into high gear once again.

Good. I want her shaking and begging us for permission in the end .

I grab my cock and tap the tip on her nose, then her cheek. She opens her mouth, seemingly appalled by my treatment of her, but I know better.

I know she’s soaking wet right now. I know she can’t wait to taste me, to feel the weight of me on her tongue. I know she’s aching for the moment I plunge my cock so deep in her throat, she’ll forget what it is to breathe.

How do I know this?

Because I’ve seen the power Cole wields when he lets his dominant side out. How insane Aly goes for it. How she, sometimes, burns for it, just as I know she is now.

I take my free hand and lift her chin, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “Open up.” I tap my cock on her lips and she opens up like the good girl I know she is deep down. Her tongue is wet, hot, and inviting as I set my rigid cock on it, but no matter how much I want to press in, I wait.

Delaying the inevitable.

Increasing the anticipation.

Letting her sweat through her redemption.

“I would kill anyone who would dare lay a hand on you, who would even think of causing harm to you.” My words are a quiet but deadly promise.

One I don’t intend to speak lightly. “If that’s the case, then what do I do when it’s you potentially causing harm to yourself?

” I tilt my head, letting the question linger as I grip her jaw tighter, forcing the pain to set in just as much as the message.

A moment later, I give her the compassionate mercy she craves.

“I guess I’ll just have to kill you with my love then.

” I grab the back of her head with both hands and take a deep breath.

“Now choke on it.” I thrust, hard and deep.

Her eyes go wide with disbelief and shock, possibly some pain too.

She gags on my length but I don’t let up.

This is supposed to be a punishment, I remind myself.

I don’t want to hurt her, that’s the last thing I ever want to do, but if she needs to learn the hard way, then I’m going to do everything in my power to be a good teacher.

I can’t help it if I want to do my best by her.

I also can’t help it if it feels like heaven to me.

I thrust in again, fully sheathing my dick this time.

I know I’m not the biggest out of the three of us, but I still manage to reach the limits of her mouth as my cock finds the back of her throat.

Pushing myself to keep going, I force it deep down, past her uvula, making her swallow around my length and that, my friends, is a new fucking feeling.

“Holy shit, this is fucking amazing,” I groan.

“Goddammit, baby, this fucking throat. This fucking throat ….” My eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head as my body begins to submit to overwhelming pleasure, pumping my dick in and out of her without care like she’s my own personal fuck doll.

“ Fucking hell ….” Before long, I feel my balls tense, my orgasm speeding to the finish line, and I have to force myself to pull back.

But I’m not done with her, yet. Far from it.

Reluctantly, I pull my dick out of her mouth, a trail of saliva leading from the tip to her lips.

Fuuuuuck, that’s hot…

I grab the base of my overly excited cock and take a deep breath to stop the surge within me.

Sonofabitch, that was close. After a second or two, I refocus and take her face between my fingers, squeezing her cheeks together through her teeth.

She coughs and sputters with how rough I’ve been but I keep going. I need to.

“Do you get it, yet? I love you so much —we love you so much—it would kill us if we lost you.” I keep hold of her cheeks as she nods her response, tears filling her eyes.

I hate that I’m doing this to her, getting this reaction from her, but I know it needs to be done and, for some reason, somewhere, deep down, it’s helping me too.

As an added bonus, I’m surprisingly enjoying myself.

The fact that she knows to use her safe word if she needs to and hasn’t—allowing me to continue to do this to her—is beyond words.

It’s a foreign feeling: dominating Aly as ruthlessly as I have been and witnessing her willingly submit to my direction.

But, apparently, it’s a huge fucking turn-on for me.

“That’s my girl.” I reposition her face so she’s staring down the length of my cock.

“Now lick. Stick that tongue out and take every inch of me down your sorry throat again. Show me the meaning of penance.” I force my fingers into her mouth, spreading her lips and stretching her cheeks wide before I shove my cock to the back of her throat one more time.

My head falls back on my shoulders leaving me staring at the ceiling and reveling in the ecstasy that is her mouth.

Fuck me, I need to talk to her about all this after we’re done.

Not about consent—we went over hard and soft limits together with Cole and Jax when we first started doing hardcore shit this past winter.

Cole said it was important to establish where everyone was at, mentally and physically, before doing anything outside of what we had already explored together.

At that time, she said she was ok with something like this.

Plus, she’s always had her safe word, red.

If she ever felt out of her limits or overwhelmed, she just needed to utter that word and we’d stop immediately.

But this? I’m not usually the guy to give it to her at this intensity, but if she’s ok with it, I might need to start doing this on the regular because holy fuck!

“Fuck, that feels so good. Swallow me down. All the way, baby. Fuck, yes…”

I hear her quiet moan in between thrusts and look down just in time to see her snake her hand between her legs, attempting to finish what Jax started and what I’m currently enhancing.

Slowing down slightly, I wait until our eyes connect and shake my head.

“Nuh uh. No touching yourself, Aly. You’re not allowed to come yet.

Remember, you haven’t completed your punishments.

Cole still has to dish out his.” I point to my thighs.

“You put those sneaky little fingers right up here. That way I can tell if you’re even thinking about disobeying me again. ”

She groans at my direction, almost whining, but eventually pulls her hand away from her pussy, placing both on my thighs as I pick up the pace.

Tears continue to flow freely down her cheeks, and her hair is a tangled, knotted mess from all the saliva dripping down her chin and neck, but it’s perfect.

Messy and raunchy but, fuck, absolutely perfect.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous when you choke on my cock, sweetheart.”

I need to stop before I blow my load all over her face.

Holy fuck! Now I have that visual in my head!

“Done.” The commanding tone from the other room hits me like a sack of rocks.

I quickly pull out of her mouth, choking my dick to death once again so I don’t come, as Aly crumbles in a heap in front of me.

She coughs and sputters, heaving breath after breath into her tortured airway, but even she knows we’re not anywhere close to done with her yet… .

Movement from just outside the doorway catches my eye,

“My turn….”