Page 14 of Resurrection (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #3)

Cole wraps both hands around the tops of my thighs and pulls me down on top of him, fully covering his face.

His eager lips and tongue are overwhelming on my sensitive core, but oh so perfect.

I can’t help but rock my hips, riding his face like he told me to but still careful not to jostle him too much for the sake of his back.

He takes two of his fingers and plunges them into my pussy, instantly finding my G-spot and rubbing it with furious purpose.

“Oh no… no no no, stop. I’m gonna pee if you keep doing that! ”

He doesn’t stop. I can feel his smile against me as he amps up his efforts, putting even more pressure on that spot inside of me and causing my legs to shake even more than they already were. “Cole, stop!”

“Um, excuse me? No, ma’am. I do not believe that is one of our agreed upon words.

So, with the utmost respect... Fuck. No,” he responds with a muffled voice, the vibrations against my skin adding to the overall effect and ridding me of any choice in the matter.

“I told you, I’m gonna make this pussy scream.

And if that means you cover me in your juices, then I’ll gladly bathe in your pleasure.

Now give it to me!” With another flick of his tongue on my clit, I explode, covering his entire face with my juices as I squirt everywhere.

“Oh, fuck yes!” he groans as he laps up everything I lost with unprecedented eagerness.

I lean forward, unable to hold myself upright anymore. The movement puts a little space between Cole’s face and my pussy, allowing him to speak to the others who are slack-jawed in awe over what he just made me do.

“Oh, my fuck, that was amazing,” Jax says before moving his hips toward my face, now hovering over Cole’s tented cock, seemingly waiting for permission from Cole to join in on the fun.

Meanwhile, Hawk is visibly shaking next to him, his neck straining with the will to not come from the mere sight of Cole driving me crazy. Cole puts him out of his misery, though.

“Hawk get your ass over here on the cushions where I am.” Doing as Cole asks, we rearrange ourselves to his satisfaction.

Just as I’m able to assume the position , Cole smacks my ass with one of his hands before taking a cheek in each, squeezing and spreading them, making both my pussy and asshole visible as he does so.

“Look at those pretty little holes, just aching to be filled.” He turns his gaze to Hawk.

“I want you to fuck this beautiful pussy for me.”

“Ooooooh fuck yes,” Hawk says breathlessly, almost coming from the opportunity being made available. He falls to the cushions, taking Cole’s place in a seated position, as Cole lifts himself onto the couch next to us, lying on his side with Hawk’s head near his chest.

“Aly, pretty girl, take your seat.” Cole indicates with a nod of his chin to Hawk’s lap where his throbbing dick is simply begging for me at this point.

With a little help from Jax, since I’m practically boneless at this point, I lift my leg and straddle Hawk, placing my hands on his shoulders before lowering my pussy onto his length.

As our bodies connect, he throws his head back directly into Cole’s chest, and releases a hiss.

I try to take it slowly, not wanting to slam myself down on his length and inadvertently make him come too soon after edging for so long, but Hawk takes over, ramming his entire length in me into one thrust. “Son of a cunt, this is fucking heaven. Holy shit!” Hawk rasps, thrusting hard a couple of times before he catches himself and stills.

“Jax… Go on and take her ass.”

“What the…,” Jax starts. He’s been the steadfast leader outside of the bedroom.

But inside? Over the past few months, that’s become Cole’s domain.

While Jax loves watching me be dominated, and is open to the possibility of Cole dominating him , he’s still getting used to the concept being put into action.

Cole looks over my shoulder to Jax as Hawk, unable to remain still, begins grinding his pelvis into mine.

“Voyeurism and direction, Jax. Not domination. Not this time anyways.” Cole winks and smirks while Jax scoffs.

But I understand why Cole might want to do this since he’s not fully healed yet.

By taking control of the room, this allows Cole to immerse himself in the act without fully participating in the act as he would want to.

That way he doesn’t hurt himself again. Jax must understand this as well because, as usual, he rolls with it.

“Fuck it, you heard the man, baby. Show me that ass,” Jax says, spanking me as he stands and goes to the other room. Moments later, he returns but doesn’t do anything more than position himself behind me... waiting ominously . I hesitate. Confused by the pause.

I don’t understand. He’s kneeling right behind me, looking directly at my ass. AT. MY. ASS. It can’t be that interesting back there. How much more demeaning can this get? What more could he possibly want me to do? Look at me. I’m here. Poised and ready to do this.

Let’s. Go. Buffalo!

I look up to Cole for direction and he cocks his eyebrow, also waiting for me to get my head out of my ass.

What the fuck am I missing? Is it possible that they actually fucked me stupid and my brain just isn’t braining anymore?

I mean... it’s possible. I think for a second longer and then it hits me like a freight train.

Noooo, that’s not what he meant. Couldn’t be. Could it?

“Show him, Aly. You heard him. He wants you to show him what’s his. What’s all of ours,” Cole taunts.

Jax waits behind me as my understanding dawns but I can’t seem to get myself to do the act.

It seems too dirty. Too debasing. Too degrading.

Hawk has mercy on me, however, and offers some assistance, grabbing my hands from his shoulders and placing them on my ass under his.

Together, we pull my cheeks apart, the flesh still sensitive from the earlier punishment, and present my holes to Jax.

He remains still, apart from a single finger running a line up and down, teasing the crack of my ass all the way to where Hawk’s dick remains fully seated within me.

“Gorgeous?”

“Yes, Doc.”

“Time to check-in. Are you ok with this? Do you want Jax to fuck your tight little asshole while Hawk takes your pussy at the same time?

I take a moment to catch my breath before nodding, my energy almost depleted.

“Words, Aly.”

“Yes, Doc.”

“That’s our girl. Always wanting to get her holes filled by us. Our beautiful little slut. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Doc.” I shiver at his filthy mouth, his words going straight to my core.

“Tell him, then. Tell him how much you want it as he preps your pretty little asshole to take more than just his fingers.”

“Fuck!” I whimper, my eyes automatically closing as Jax’s finger presses into me before retreating and adding another, stretching and filling me to his knuckles.

“Holy shit…,” Hawk grinds out, his head thrown back into Cole’s chest as his hips begin to rock up into me. “I can feel your fingers, man. Hurry up and get in her before I blow. ”

“Patience,” Jax replies easily, taking his time to make sure I’m ready for him. I reopen my eyes just in time to see Hawk’s cross as Jax presses in further, twisting and spreading his fingers as he prepares me.

“Tell him, Aly,” Cole repeats, his low, commanding tone brokering no negotiation.

“Be a good girl for us and use your words. Let’s hear your desires loud and clear as they spill out of your beautifully filthy mouth.

I know you can do it.” At his words, my hips start to move on their own, chasing both Hawk’s dick and Jax’s fingers. I want more. I want it all.

“Please! Please, Jax… Fuck my ass. Please! I want it. I need it!” My pleas and sobs melt together as they edge me closer and closer to another orgasm. “Please, Jax… take my ass!” I spread myself wider, the act forcing Jax into action.

“Oooh, that’s such a beautiful sound: listening to you beg for his cock deep in your ass,” Cole praises. “What a good girl you are for us. Such a cock hungry little vixen.”

“Aah… fuck me…,” Jax groans behind me. “You’re gonna have to forgive me later for this, baby.

” The pressure on my asshole suddenly increases tenfold before I feel him breech my opening, bottoming out in two determined pushes.

His hips press tightly against my reddened flesh, allowing me to adjust for a moment or two, before he loses all sense of restraint and starts pummeling my hole.

If he didn’t already prep me, his punishing thrusts would hurt like a bitch, but thankfully, all of my guys know how to prepare me for anal, so it doesn’t hu rt nearly as much as it could have.

In fact, the sublime feeling of both of them within me is absolutely indescribable as I’m flung into a cosmic state of euphoria.

“FUCK YES!!!” Hawk yells as his thrusts become more and more powerful. “Gaaah, holy... Jesus! Fuck me, that feels good. Shit!”

Unable to move or do much of anything else besides enjoy the sexy man-wich-ride, I quickly realize I’m in a staring match with Cole’s dick and frothing at the mouth for a taste of him.

He doesn’t ask me to touch it or do anything, but rather, is content running his hand up and down his length while taking in the scene in front of him.

He’s focused on my safety but oblivious to the dirty thoughts churning in my head.

At least I thought he was, until he turns his gaze to mine and sees my hunger for him, plain as the nose on my face.

“Cole, I need you,” I whimper. The single plea is all I say before I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out in a gesture of absolute submissive glory.

He smirks devilishly and, in a split-second, palms the back of my head and pushes my face down onto his dick. I gag and sputter at first, but after a few seconds I relax my throat, allowing him to drive his cock deep in a punishingly slow rhythm.

Hawk must feel it too because he grabs my hip in a death grip with one hand, surely leaving bruises in an attempt to temper his impending orgasm.

With the other, he reaches up and curiously fingers my neck as Cole fills me repeatedly.

“Damn sweetheart… I can see his dick pu shing on your throat. Fucking hell…,” he says softly, a little in awe at the visual taking place inches from his face.

Tilting his head towards me, he plants his mouth against my neck, kissing my flesh and feeling Cole’s assault on his own lips.

“ Fuck..., ” he repeats with a growl, the word echoed by both Jax and Cole.

On the cusp of explosion, the intensity of their thrusts heighten as they pound into every hole I have available with unrestrained fury.

The loud slaps of skin on skin resonate throughout the room, urging them to go even faster, even harder, and throwing me into a final orgasm so powerful I nearly blackout as I tighten around each of them.

Cole wraps his arm around Hawk’s shoulder, his fingers pressing tightly into his chest to pull him closer as his other hand holds my head steady, my mouth to his base.

He pulses, filling my mouth just as Hawk and Jax each thrust one final time, roaring their release while filling my pussy and ass to the brim with their cum.

I feel it leak out as they pull their cocks from me, but I’m too spent to care.

I’m sure the guys will clean me up, as they usually do.

Maybe even carry me back into the other room for a proper bath and to use the toilet.

But for now? For me? I lack the energy to do anything more than fall over to the side of everyone, pass out where I land, and allow blissful sleep to take over.

Cole was right. Fucking fireworks.

◆◆ ◆

The next morning, after we slept off our self-induced sex-comas, I called a family meeting with the intent of fully processing all our emotions regarding the past few days. Cole helpfully agreed, and we took some time to sit down and lay everything out on the table.

While the sex therapy helped each of us mull through the stress and trauma of recent events and successfully pulled me back out of my manic obsessive-compulsive spiral, there was no way I was going to go down lightly with regards to the triggering argument.

Did I enjoy myself? Absolutely. But will I bow down and agree to never attempt to save them again?

Fucking, hell no. I agreed to it at the time because emotions were running high and we needed to fight one battle before tackling another, but our love goes both ways, which means the sacrifices we choose to give for one another act just the same.

It’s not up to them whether or not I risk my life to save theirs; it’s just something they’re going to have to submit to me on, whether they want to or not.

It took a few hours and a few compromises, but, reluctantly, they each agreed with my point of view, with the caveat that they’d take more time to instruct me in combat when they were able, as well as further assist me with my panic attacks so I don’t freeze up as much when the shit hits the fan.

We all know it’ll take some time for both sets of training to truly take effect.

But both concepts eased Jax’s worries back at the estate, so, theoretically, they should continue to do the same now.

Regardless, they’ll have my retribution to look forward to.

The punishments I received will stick with me for a long time.

And while they might have forgotten one key fact, I haven’t: I still won the race back at the cabin.

Regardless of their intentions last night, their asses are now, officially, mine .