A couple of tugs and she’s completely naked except for the stockings and garter belt.

  I lean over her and wrap my lips around one tip while my brother takes the other.

  Between her legs, Victor blows on her nub. “You should see the sweet juices spilling from her pussy, brothers. She’s dripping onto the table. I’ll never have another meal here without thinking of her spread out for all of us to feast on.”

  She jerks on the ropes. I grab her hand and hold it in place, Augustine doing the same. She’s going to hurt herself and I will not let that happen. “You can’t do this. You can’t. You have to stop.” Bailey thrashes her head from side to side but the way she rocks her hips and arches into our mouths tells me we are not stopping.

  Victor licks her, sucking her savagely until her screams fill the cabin. I reach down and stroke her nub, torn between releasing her or letting her decide freely if she wants this. I like the idea of pushing her to her limits and forcing her to see she belongs with us.

  The angel on my shoulder died a long time ago. I only have demons talking to me and they all agree the mafia princess enjoys being our captive.

  “Do you want to come for us, Bailey?”

  “Oh!”

  My balls draw up ready to empty into her the second I sink into her. I chuckle with a mouthful of her breasts in my mouth. I nibble, lick and bite until the pretty pink tip blushes red.

  “Darius, you…oh! You can’t do this. Why?” she moans and jerks on the ropes.

  “I ask if you want to come for us, beautiful.”

  She shakes her head and licks her lips. “Is…is that one of your questions?” she asks, panting.

  Clever hellcat. “Yes, beautiful. Answer me honestly and you can have the fucking world.”

  “Yes! Yes! I want to come so bad it actually hurts. Make it stop…please.”

  Victor pushes to his feet and slices through the rope holding her ankles. I do the same to her wrists and retie those while Victor leaves her feet free as soon as we have her flipped to her stomach.

  Augustine grabs the sweater and bra clinging to her back and tosses it on top of Victor’s shirt.

  The rush of adrenaline that punches me in the gut, forces me back a step.

  “My god.” I don’t know where to touch first.

  Bailey grows still. “Shit,” she mutters. “You should have left the sweater where it was.”

  Ice clings to her voice.

  “Bailey D’Angelo. Sweetheart.” I kneel by the table and take her face in my hands. I brush away strands of hair so I can hold her gaze with mine.

  “Who gave you those lash marks?”

  “Does it matter? It’s not like you can take a magical eraser and make them disappear.”

  It matters. It matters a-fucking-lot.

  “Gentlemen.”

  We all back off. Augustine scrapes his hands over his face. “Who did this to you, Bailey? Tell us.” I watch as my friend settles a hand in the middle of her back. “Tell us.”

  When she doesn’t answer, Augustine retreats to join us in the kitchen. I keep my eye on her and speak in a low voice. “Son of a fucking bitch,” I seethe. “Do you see how many there are?” I white-knuckle the edge of the kitchen island. Wood groans and cracks under the force of my wrath. When it’s the bastard who did this to her in my grip, there will be no mercy.

  “Our mission has changed. My father’s killer will come to light, eventually. If she was truly telling the truth about the contracts and giving them to her father, he’s the one with the answers. We need to know who did that to her. Period.”

  “Agreed.” Augustine places his hands on the countertop, palms open. He drops his head a minute and when he raises his gaze the sheer power shining mirrors the darkness in me.

  “Blood is what I want for the pain she’s gone through.”

  On the same page as my brothers, I return to crouch at the side of the table and move her hair away from her face. “Come back to me, sweetheart. Don’t hide,” I say, brushing my knuckles down her cheek and wiping at her tears. I cup either side of her face when she tries to turn away. “Come back to me and stay right here. You’re safe. Baby, you’re killing us. Don’t cry. Tell us. Just a name. That is all you have to give. You can whisper it.”

  Her lashes fall closed, and she shuts us out of her world. “Pass. Not answering. It does no one any good. I will not be responsible for you getting hurt. It helps no one.”

  “Look at me,” I command.

  When our eyes connect, there is a dullness in hers that drives a stake through my stony heart.

  “You win the game. Can you untie me now?”

  “Not until you tell us what happened and who put those on you.”

  She turns pensive.

  “I do and you give up asking me anything else. Deal?”

  I’ll find out who killed my father some other way. I have until I join him in the afterlife. If I’m lucky, that won’t be for a while yet. I care more about the woman sharing her pain through her tears. I care about Bailey and I just took on a new mission—sending whoever did this to her to meet the devil.

  “Deal.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  VICTOR

  The sun is up, but the snowstorm is on the verge of releasing its wrath on top of us. But the darkness rolling through the room casting shadows in the farthest corners has nothing to do with the winter storm and everything to do with the dark need to see someone die for what they’ve done to Bailey.

  “Society 69.”

  My blood boils the second I hear the name leave her lips. “How did you get tangled up with them?” I know who the nefarious sex trafficking group is. There’s nothing good about the secretive society. They’ve been working their way to Seattle one large city at a time. It won’t take long before they try to inject their venom here. And when they do, it will be all out war.

  “I’m not telling you anything else. You wanted a name, and I gave it to you. Now it’s your turn to fulfill your end of the deal.”

  I connect eyes with my brothers, and we exchange silent understandings. It’s time.

  I slice at the ropes and Augustine gathers my shirt from the floor. Darius helps her sit up and I push her arms through my sleeves. She wraps it around her. Like all men, seeing her in my clothes makes me feel like I’ve claimed part of her. It’s barbaric, but fucking true.

  I gather her in my arms and walk her to sit by the fire. “Wait here. Let us get you something to eat. Then we are going to talk and everything you know about the Society is on the table.”

  She doesn’t say much as I walk to the kitchen and start pulling out dried food options. We didn’t have any intentions of coming here so we didn’t bother with stocking the place with fresh eggs or milk. The fridge isn’t even plugged up.

  “We can’t stay here.”

  Darius leans his weight against the counter and crosses his arms. “We can’t go anywhere in that storm either.”

  Darius hooks a thumb toward the window over the kitchen sink.

  “It passes and we are out of here. I need to move the truck into the garage and you need to get firewood.”

  Augustine places his hands on Vi’s shoulders. “Take a fucking breath man. She’s okay. We’re okay.”

  “I don’t think I’m okay.” I hold my hands up. My fingers tremble and it’s nothing to do with the cold lingering in this part of the cabin.

  “You gotta calm down.”

  “No shit, Augs. But how? Every time I touch her I want to see her round with our child. I want to fuck her until none of us are standing and through it all I want to spill blood for the crimes committed against her.” I pause. I can’t believe I’m going to say this. I’ve never wanted a woman so deeply. Not one so young. “She’s the one.”

  I forget the bowl and head for the back room. I pull a duffel bag from the closet and it bounces on the bed. My brothers enter after me.

  “What’s that?”

  “What does it look like?” I pull out an anal plug, gel, men’s clothes and some new rope.

  “It looks like you’ve planned for a kinky weekend up here and didn’t tell us about it. Something you want to share?”

  I lower my weight on the bed and drop my elbow to my knees. “She’s the one. I mean it. I know we said our attention needs to be on business but I can feel her energy connecting with mine in a way I can’t untangle. How fucked up is that?”

  One side of the large main room is half glass. The other is polished logs. Beyond the glass is nothing but white with more falling to join the several inches already gathered on the ground. Heavy tree branches sag and the soft call of wolves carry through the quiet.

  “I want this with her. Quiet peace. I’m tired of the gunfights, the bloodshed and the killing. I won’t stop protecting our family and doing what you need of me. But I need the balance. We need her.”

  “I want that too.”

  We all spin around to the sound of Bailey’s soft voice. She stands in our doorway with my shirt hanging from her body. She drinks in every exposed inch of my skin before doing the same to Darius. Only Augustine hasn’t taken his shirt off and the disappointment is clear in the scrunch of her cute nose.

  Her eyes fall to the fireplace and then to the floor at her feet. In shame? I hope the hell not. I take a step in her direction but she holds a hand up for me to stop. I do. She doesn't know how much power she wields over us and we haven’t even properly taken her to bed yet.

  “I was going to run out the front door and then I heard the wolves. I thought they might be easier to fight off than you three.” Her eyes lift from a point on the floor to connect with us. “But then I realized I don’t want to fight you off. I like you touching me.”

  Two strides and I’m across the room, gathering her in my arms. Fuck keeping my distance. I’ve had enough of keeping away from people because of who I am. My history. I come from a line of killers. We all do. Even this sweet princess. She can’t judge me without judging herself. Except, she hasn’t pulled a trigger and ended a life. I know this and so does she. And yet the spark of desire glittering in those pretty eyes has all the self doubt falling away.

  “Your beasts are aching to feel you between us. We need to feel how your body molds between us.” I take her hand and place it over my throbbing cock. Her wide eyes climb up my chest and there’s a sense of hunger in her eyes that drowns the fear and ire from a moment ago.

  “Not until you did I ever want a woman in my life.”

  “That goes for all of us.” Augustine holds a hand out for her to come to him.

  I bring her to stand between my brothers and me. Surrounding her, she looks worried and bites at her lower lip in a way that has my cock jerking with the desire to feel those teeth grazing over my hard length.

  I slip her delicate hand into mine and place it over my heart. I’m not a fucking Romeo here, but I am swiftly falling in love. “You don’t have to worry. There’s nothing to fear. We can take this as slowly as you need.”

  “I don’t want to be slow. I want you. All three of you. I am finally ready to feel the touch of a man on my own terms and I want you three to be those men.”

  “Be careful what you wish for, Bailey. Once we take you, there will be no other men in your life.”

  “I’ll give you one chance to show me what my future can look like.”

  Our little hellcat is good with her words.

  “All we need is an hour and we will write your future in the stars.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  BAILEY

  “Undress your men. Take your time or—”

  “My men,” I repeat, cutting him off. “I love the sound of that.” After so long of not knowing where I belong it feels surreal to think I’ve found my new place in this world. And it’s at the side of three men.

  I cock a brow, feeling more myself. I’m done with being slow. I want hot, fast and so damn consuming I forget who they are and simply feel alive.

  I cross to Augustine, gather the sides of his shirt and pull. Buttons pop and the expanse of a muscular chest fills my vision. Dark skin. I lower my lips to settle over the flat disk of his nipple. Using my teeth I scrape the sensitive bud.

  A masculine moan ripples into the vast room. His head falls back but his hands dive into my hair. He holds me to him as I suck and nip one nipple before licking a path to the next.

  Black ink tastes divine under my tongue. I lick each swirl of vine, each rose bud between one nipple and the next.

  I slide my hands around his back and raise to the tips of my toes and slowly lower my lips to his.

  Holding my gaze, he leans in and flicks his tongue against the tip of mine. Once. Twice and then he’s devouring my mouth and robbing me of the air in my lungs.

  Augustine’s shirt, all their shoes and dress slacks come off. Three gorgeous men stand in front of me naked, aroused and hungry.

  “Come here,” Victor says in a low rumble in the back of his throat.

  I can’t run. Not anymore. So I do his bidding. My garter belt is left alone but they destroy my fishnet stockings pulling them off of me.

  “Skin. Nothing less than your skin on our skin will do.”

  Darius’ aroused husk sends a welcomed chill over my body. Hot liquid spills to wet my folds and I clamp my legs closed to help with the painful need to climax. They left me wanting in the best yet worst way possible.

  “Vi,” I no more than whimper and I’m in powerful arms, with Augustine and Darius at my sides.

  My eyes drag up his bare chest. I reach for him, slipping my hands over all that glorious muscle.

  With my bare ass in Vi’s strong hands, I lean forward and rake my teeth over the hard tips of his nipples just like I did to Augustine. His eyes are fierce and burning as they track my movements between one and the other. I sneak a peek and every time our eyes lock, I feel the pull of his energy deep inside me.

  Behind me, Augustine and Darius rock their hips against my backside and I stiffen when the hard lengths of their cocks ease toward the seam of my ass.

  One of them spreads me open for the other. The tip of a finger caresses over the tight back entrance.

  “I’ve never,” I start but quickly stop myself, feeling ashamed and yet not. These men could have anyone and here I am with no experience pleasuring men and they still want me.

  “You’re perfect in every way. We know, precious. We know,” Darius says when my panicked eyes meet his.

  I angle my head back and look at Daris. Augustine places small kisses up the length of my spine as Victor holds my hair to the side.

  “I’ve just…how did you know?”

  “Your very expressive face when Augustine spread you open for me and I tasted all those virgin juices. Your look of awe and fear told me you have never taken a man.”

  Heat blooms over my cheeks, and it’s not from the fireplace. “Oh. Um. Yes.” That makes sense. I’ve guarded my virginity. Nearly with my life. Victor pushes me gently into Darius and Augustine’s arms. I love how easily I meld into their touch.

  “One day, when you are ready, we want to know the full story. But right now you don’t have to say a word. Let us in and we will spend the rest of our lives healing your soul one crack at a time.”

  Tears well in my eyes. I never thought three beasts could be so…loving.

  “I want that.”

  “So do we. Just so we are clear. You are not leaving this room until you’ve come so hard your memories of everything before us fade into nothing. Your heart, soul and your beautiful body will know pleasure.” As he talks, Augustine takes over smearing my juices from my throbbing nub to my back entrance. He strokes, teases and caresses me until I’m leaning into Darius so he can touch more of me.

  His warm chuckle soothes the last of my fears away.

  The hard ridge of his cock replaces his hands. “The heat pouring off you calms my demons, precious.” He glides forward, sliding between my ass cheeks without entering me. It feels good, but I want more.

  I reach back for Augustine and he pulls me into his arms. Instead of forcing me to my knees like I think he will, he spreads me overtop a waiting Victor. Plains of hard muscle spread out before me. His thick cock juts upward as he strokes the ready flesh.

  I wet my lips. “Vi,” I husk.

  He raises a hand to me. “Come here, precious, and give me those lips. I want you to taste me and then we are all going to take a part of your virginity.”

  My attention drifts down his perfect body. Pre-cum spills over his fingers and I’m suddenly ravenous for what I never wanted from a man before now.

  Beyond the glass wall a blizzard whirls with the rage of Mother Nature. I know that unconstrained anger. The cold that seeps into the bones and leaves one longing to know warmth.

  I think I found mine. Come springtime, Mother Nature will know warmth again too, but right now the furious white flakes, frosted window panes, the crackling fire someone had the foresight to light and the touch of my lovers makes this kidnapping the best I’ve ever had.

  I crawl forward on my hands and knees. I lean forward to lick the sticky mess off his knuckles. Salty and sweet. Inside I’m screaming to hit the brakes, but I can’t stop now. I don’t want to.

  Beside me, Augustine pulls my hair from my face and gathers it high. He holds it firmly for me when I open my mouth and take the hard inches his blood brother offers me into my mouth. I groan around Vi and he’s right there with me only his groan is raw and masculine. Pre-cum covers my lips and I go to lick it off, but I’m stopped short.

  “Come here.” A finger draws my chin up and I transfer my attention from Vi to Augustine who takes my mouth in a hard, claiming kiss.

  My eyes go wide as we share the taste of his friend on my tongue. Unrelenting fingers sink into my hair, and I’m held in place when I try to pull away.

  “Give him what he wants, precious. We share everything here.”

  I fall into the kiss and moan when Augustine sucks gently on my tongue. And then he passes me to Darius. His kiss is just as slow, deep and toe curling.