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I flick open his pants and grab his hardened length. He is thinner than Maxen but no less impressive. Letting him watch, I lick around the tip, almost groaning at his taste.

“Go ahead, babe, let me see what you are made of.”

Smiling, I stretch my mouth around his length as I slowly suck him down. Hollowing my cheeks, I let him bump the back of my throat.

I keep my eyes rolled up to his as I suck him as far down as I can.

Pulling back up again, I scrape my teeth along his length.

He groans, his hands in my hair tightening as he thrusts helplessly into my mouth.

He pants above me, his eyes begging. I was so wrong.

If anything, I have more control. Watching this man writhe above me is a power in itself.

“Fuck, please baby.”

I pop him out of my mouth and as he goes to protest again, I swallow him back down.

Further than before, until I see his eyes roll back into his head.

He cries out, his thrusts turning wild as he picks up speed.

I stop playing with him and let him fuck my mouth.

Watching him has me squirming against the tiles, the cool feels amazing against my overheated flesh.

Knowing right now, he would do anything, be anything for me, makes me want to pull him down here with me.

But I hold back, wanting to watch him come, wanting that power over him as he is helpless to me.

“Taz, I'm going-,“ he tries to groan out, but I take that moment to pull back and suck on the tip.

He comes with a yell, his come spurting down my throat as I swallow it all back. When he's spent, I pull away from him and lean back on my haunches.

He leans against the wall, looking like he is about to fall over as I casually get to my feet and wipe the corner of my mouth. I wink at him before turning and wrapping the towel around me. I slip past him, the door half open .

“Goodnight,” I whisper before slipping out into the darkened room, an evil grin on my face.

“Jesus Christ, I think I've met my match,” I hear him groan out, making me laugh lightly.

The next morning arrives too soon, and I groan as I get up. My body is sore in the best way. No one said anything, but they all must have heard what I did last night. Yet they act the same. We have a quick breakfast, the conversation light and normal, relaxing some of my fears.

After breakfast, we pack up quickly, smiling at each other, all of us ignoring the looming shadow that our mission causes.

It’s going to be easy right? All we need to do is get across the Wastelands, avoiding Berserkers, ferals and cannibals, before arriving at the settlement of a known cult.

Somehow get inside without getting killed and convince them to attend the summit.

Oh, and then get back across the Wasteland and plead my case to get all the leaders of the northern clans to kill a mad berserker king.

And I thought winning my freedom was hard.

The early morning sun outside chases the shadows of The Ring away, leaving an almost heavenly glow about.

Major and Dray are whispering as they head towards us, obviously on their way to our rooms. I lean against the building and wait.

It doesn’t take them long to notice me, their conversation stopping as they approach.

Major gives me an unreadable look, but Dray gives me his usual savage smirk.

“You ready to leave?” Dray hops up on the stone wall next to the stairs to the building and lounges there, watching me.

A ray of sun shines down on him, highlighting his toned half naked body.

His eight pack glistens, making my mouth water, his fingers trail lightly over them, teasing me.

I narrow my eyes at him and turn back to Major who’s watching it all play out.

“You really okay doing this, kid?” The worry in his voice softens my anger towards him. We might not have everything sorted but who knows what will happen at The Worshipper’s? I don’t want our last words to be in anger.

“Someone has to,” smiling, I push off the wall as I speak. “Besides, it gets me out of your hair, old man.”

He smiles grimly at me. We both know the odds of me making it back. Sighing, I walk towards him. Wariness enters his expression, saddening me. I stop in front of him and tilt my head back to meet his eyes.

“If anyone can do this, it’s me.”

“I know-“ sighing, he rubs his eyes which I notice have massive black bags under. His worry is palpable. “Is there anything you need me to do?”

“Help Dray set up the summit, spread some rumours that I’ve gone towards his territory,” His eyebrow raises at that and I grin. “His men are good enough to take on Berserkers and it might buy me some time to get through the Wastes without being attacked.”

He throws his head back as laughter tumbles out. When he looks at me again, his eyes are bright with happiness and pride.

“When did you get so smart?” Leaning in, I kiss him on the cheek.

“I learnt it from the best. Help me this time, Major, and I might just forgive you,” I mean it as a joke, but his face steels with determination.

“Anything for you, kid.” Grabbing the back of my head, he kisses my forehead. “Please come back to me,” he whispers before turning on his heel and marching away. Not before I see the glistening in his eyes though.

Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I turn back to see my guys watching me, their support obvious. I wink at them before strolling to Dray.

“I’ll be back in ten days with your answer, and if I’m not, then you have it either way.” Hopping down, he leans against the wall facing me.

“If you aren’t back in ten days, I'll burn this whole fucking Wasteland down looking for you.” We smile at each other, the fact that he’s being serious only making me happier.

“I’ll get everything ready here, give them hell.

” He swoops in before I can move and kisses me hard.

Blinking in shock, I watch as he swaggers away whistling to himself.

A throat clears behind me and I wince. Shit, what will they think?

Turning, I notice Drax’s sly grin and Thorn's red cheeks.

They start to file past me, Drax chuckling as he goes.

Jax is last and he stops in front of me.

I twist my hands nervously and then still them when I notice. Meeting his eyes, I search for how he feels about Dray kissing me. This thing between us is so new and fragile.

“While you were screaming around my tongue last night, I saw him watching us -“ Holy sands below, I open my mouth to explain, when he carries on “- I don’t mind, I see the way he looks at you and the way you look at him.”

“What way is that?”

“You need him, the way you need us. We each offer you something different. I offer you the feeling of being in control and the fact I will never leave you or judge you. Dray shows you how to embrace your anger and be the warrior you are without being ashamed.”

“The others?” I ask curiously, unsure what to say.

“Maxen shows you it’s okay to lean on someone; he’s your rock. Thorn is your softness, the stuff you hide away. He brings it out in you and shows you it’s okay to feel. Drax teases you, pushes you, and makes you play for what I’m guessing is the first time in your life.”

“You might not understand why you're drawn to all of us, but you need us as much as we need you. Don’t question it, just go with it.” With that bombshell, he walks away, leaving me flustered.