The crows murder, p.13
The Crow’s Murder,
Part #5 of Kit Davenport series by Tate James
“Shit,” he moaned as I pumped him with my fingers. Shifting his weight, he returned the favor, sinking two fingers deep inside me, then withdrawing them to slick over my clit. The sensations set my whole body on fire, and I sucked in a sharp breath to keep from crying out as he sank those torturous fingers back in again.
“Austin,” I breathed, tightening my grip on him and bucking my hips against his hand. “Quit fucking around and fuck me already.”
He huffed a short laugh, nipping my neck sharply with his teeth before withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with the head of his pierced cock. “Yes, your highness,” he teased, but any response I might have given was cut short by his powerful thrust inside me.
The abrupt entry made me scream, and my fingernails dug into his powerful back hard enough to probably leave marks. Still, I wanted more.
“Shit, yes,” I hissed, wrapping my legs around his waist like an anaconda and pulling him in deeper. “Fuck me hard, Aus,” I encouraged him. “Make me hurt tomorrow.”
He grunted a sound that must have been agreement as he braced his weight and did exactly as I wanted, pounding into me so hard his headboard smacked into the wall. Waves upon waves of pleasure rolled through me. Exquisitely toe-curling, it was shattering all the walls I had built around my emotions, and I felt tears begin to slip from my eyes.
“Princess,” Austin panted, swiping a tear from my cheek and then palming one of my breasts. “Stay with me. Stay here with me. It’s just us now.”
Biting my cheek hard enough to draw blood, I nodded and swallowed down the tears. “Keep me here then, Aus,” I begged him, desperate to be in the moment with him, but unable to keep my mind from picking at those exposed wounds.
He met my eyes with his blazing green gaze, checking that I meant what I said, before giving me a short nod and pulling out of me completely.
My whimper of protest was cut short as he used his strong grip to flip me onto my belly, then haul my ass into the air so I was positioned on my knees with my face in his pillow. He didn’t immediately reenter me, but I was okay with the anticipation as he leaned over and grabbed something from his bedside table, then disappeared from view again.
Cool air breezed across my exposed cunt, and I shivered with desire, waiting for what was coming next.
“Make you feel this tomorrow, huh, Baby Girl?” he murmured in his deep, husky voice that made my nipples tighten against the comforter. “I can do that.”
Yes, yes, yes. My brain chanted encouragements, as all my mouth was capable of when I felt the warm metal of his cock piercing brush against my slick pussy was incoherent moans. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed back inside me, and I felt the scrape of his metal the whole way. One of his strong hands gripped my hip, pulling me back as he pushed in, setting a rhythm that was both torturous and mind-blowing at the same time.
“Austin...” I groaned, pushing back onto him harder.
“Shhh,” he whispered, and I heard the distinctive click of a bottle cap flicking open. Seconds later, cool, wet lube dripped down my crack and onto my asshole. “You said you wanted to feel it tomorrow,” he murmured, tossing the bottle of lube onto the bed and smoothing the slippery substance over my tight hole.
“Yes,” I panted, pushing back to keep his dick moving in me but also desperate for more.
His thumb massaged the lube around and then pushed inside, making me whimper with excitement. He’d teased with this before—so had Cole and River. But I had yet to take anything more than the two fingers Austin had just replaced his thumb with. Something told me that was about to change though.
“I think I need to hear you say it, Baby Girl,” he groaned, pumping his dick in time with his fingers as they stretched and lubed me in preparation. It was uncomfortable, but in the best possible way. My nerve endings were all lit up, and it was taking all the willpower I possessed not to spiral into uncontrollable orgasms right then.
I huffed a short laugh, as though my feelings on this weren’t already abundantly clear. “Austin,” I started, licking my lips to wet them as I turned my head a little to look back at him. “Please, Austin... fuck my ass.”
His lips twitched into a small smile, but his eyes flared with excitement. I knew full well that the guys didn’t keep secrets between one another; it was one of the first things River had told me, well before I became sexually involved with them. So there was a pretty good chance Austin knew he would be the first to hit this particular milestone.
Alpha-male asshole that he was, that was probably half the fun for him. Not that I fucking cared. I’d been thinking about what it would feel like ever since Cole first breached that private place with his thumb. And I’d be lying if I wasn’t dying to know what it’d feel like to have both holes filled at the same time...
“For once, Princess,” he chuckled, withdrawing his rock hard cock from my pussy and positioning the wet, pierced tip against my ass, “I’m not arguing with you.” He began to push inside, and I tensed on instinct. “Relax, Baby Girl,” he growled, tightening his grip on my ass cheek. “Let me in.”
Those simple words were so heavily weighted, meaning so much more than the literal interpretation. But he was right, and I did as instructed, forcing my body to relax and allowing him to push his way deeper inside me. At first I almost changed my mind. It hurt, but more in an uncomfortable way than anything else. Within moments, though, when my body stretched to allow this much, much bigger intruder, that pain changed to something indescribable.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Princess,” Austin panted, adjusting his grip on my cheeks and shifting his weight behind me. “Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned, arching my back a little to make him move. “Now fuck me, dammit.”
He snorted a laugh, but did as he was told. Starting slowly, he gave me a few, almost warning thrusts, which I met with enthusiasm, pushing back onto him and moaning like some sort of professional. Anal wasn’t something I’d ever thought I’d be into before, but this was next level.
“Something tells me you like this,” Austin murmured as he thrust in and out of me with the assistance of all the lube he’d prepped me with. One of his hands left my butt and slipped down between my legs, pumping into my pussy a couple of times and then circling my clit with teasing strokes. Close, but not quite touching.
“Austin,” I begged, grabbing handfuls of the quilt and trying not to lose my freaking mind. “I’m so fucking close.”
“I know,” he replied, pumping his fingers back inside my pussy and making me scream as he stroked over my G-spot.
That was it, I was done.
My orgasm crashed through my body with a force that left my knees shaking and my throat raw from screaming.
“Baby...” Austin groaned as my body trembled with the aftershocks. “I can’t hold out much longer.”
“So don’t,” I replied. “Come for me, Aus.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, grabbing hold of my hips once more and increasing his pace to something I knew I’d be feeling tomorrow. Shit, as if I could ever forget this.
When he came, it was violent and passionate, ending with him collapsed on top of me and both of us a sweaty, gasping mess.
We lay there like that for what felt like an eternity. Austin’s tattooed arms curled around me in a tight, possessive hug that made me feel completely safe.
I knew my behavior had been driving everyone away; I wasn’t totally oblivious to the fact that it was tearing the team apart just as much as losing Wesley was. But I simply didn’t know any other way.
Austin had changed that though. He may not be amazing with words, but he’d told me exactly what I needed to hear in the way we’d just come together.
I wasn’t in this alone.
We needed each other more now than we ever had before. I was an idiot to think otherwise. Alone, we were each strong people. But together, we were indestructible.
We stayed in Austin’s room for the re
In a way, I guessed we were.
We’d agreed that it simply wasn’t practical to experience the “normal” grieving process, and that when we emerged from the room, then it had to be game faces on. Austin had an entire species of magical beings to co-manage, my bio-mom—who was starting to look decidedly evil—to track down, and a sect of rogue necromancers to deal with.
Me? I just had to get my magic back, create an army of newly minted supernatural beings, and then, oh yeah, save the freaking world.
So that might explain why we lingered as long as we did.
Eventually, though, the sounds of the guys arriving home filtered up to us, and we knew it was time to leave our nest.
“Hey,” I said in a quiet voice as I entered the kitchen and found Caleb helping Vali prepare dinner. Both of them looked up sharply at the sound of my voice, looking like they’d just spotted a unicorn in the wild. I could tell neither of them wanted to move or speak in case they startled me back to not talking. Or worse, being a psychotic bitch.
“Okay, I can clearly tell by the looks on your faces that I haven’t been the easiest to deal with lately,” I joked, or... tried to. It fell a bit flat, and I sighed. “Look, I just wanted to apologize. I don’t mean to shut you all out. I’m just...”
“We get it, regina,” Vali said, filling what could have turned into a seriously awkward silence. “You’re just dealing with things your way.”
Caleb put down the knife he’d been chopping vegetables with and came to wrap me in a tight, but quick, hug. “Nothing to apologise for, Kitty Kat. We’re all hurting; we just have different ways of handling it.”
Their understanding was almost too much for me to swallow. It would have been easier if they had gotten mad at me and thrown things, but that really was more my style than theirs.
“Well, anyway. I’ll try to tone down the bitchy,” I assured them, sliding onto a bar stool and peering at what they were preparing. “Looks good. What are we having?”
“Burritos,” Vali responded, throwing me a wink as he stirred the aromatic meat in his frying pan. “I love Mexican food.”
“Huh.” I cocked my head, watching him cook. “I don’t think I knew that before.”
Caleb looked past me and gave a little head nod, which told me Austin had just joined us. Sure enough, seconds later he slid onto the bar stool beside me and lay a casual hand on my leg. Like it was no big thing. Like I hadn’t been refusing everyone’s touch for a week or like he used to do affectionate things like that...
Whatever. It gave me warm fuzzies inside, even despite my little glass house of emotions being securely padlocked closed again. So I allowed it.
“Where are Cole and River?” I asked, and it was Caleb who answered me.
“Last I saw, they were out back working on the gun range.” He jerked his head to the backyard where light was rapidly falling. “They should be back in soon though. Power hasn’t been connected out there yet.”
“They’ll probably use Cole’s fire for a bit until River gets annoyed with the shadows or something,” Vali chuckled, and I cracked a small smile at that image. He glanced over at me, then put down his spoon to grab a glass out of the cupboard.
“Here,” he murmured, pouring me a small glass of red wine. “I know you’re not really a wine drinker, but I just got a shipment in from one of my wineries in Romania. Maybe you can see what you think?”
Vali owned wineries in Romania? Fuck, I really didn’t know him well at all.
“Thanks,” I said quietly, picking up the glass and smelling the wine. It smelled fruity and sweet, but when I took a sip, it was pleasantly tart. “Um, I like it,” I told him, and he beamed. “It tastes like... uh... wine.” I cringed when I heard what I’d just said. Clearly I had a long ass way to go before I became any kind of wine connoisseur. The guys all laughed though, so I shrugged and left it at that.
Cole and River came back inside just as Caleb and Vali were transporting all the food to the enormous round table. They both gave me cautious greetings but relaxed noticeably when they saw I wasn’t being a nutcase. I had to hand it to them all; if I had been bad enough that even Cole was cautious around me, I was amazed no one had lost their shit sooner.
It was as I pulled out a seat to sit at the table that my phone rang. At first I didn’t even register that it was my phone—seeing as I’d owned it for all of a week and wasn’t used to the ring tone—but Cole picked it up from where I’d left it on the kitchen bench and handed it to me.
The screen said it was Jonathan video calling—which was a little odd, given we weren’t really video-chat kind of people—but I answered anyway.
“Hey, Jonathan.” I smiled as the screen brought up the little box with my face and the bigger one with his. “Can I call you back? We’re just about to have dinner.”
“Uh, no. Sorry, kiddo,” he replied, his smile tight and sad. “Unfortunately that won’t be possible.” He glanced away from the screen, and his image bounced like he was walking briskly... or running.
“Jonathan? What’s going on?” A sick feeling pooled in my gut as the image showed him looking over his shoulder, then ducking into a room, which I recognized as his office in Omega.
“Kiddo, I know you’re going through a really tough time at the moment with Wesley gone, and I’m afraid it’s only going to get worse before it gets better.” He placed the phone down on his desk, presumably in the little fox phone holder I had bought him for his birthday a few years ago. At least that was what the angle suggested.
He started typing on his computer while I processed what he’d said. “What do you mean it’s getting worse? What haven’t you told me?”
Glancing back at the camera, he gave a regretful sigh, but his fingers continued to fly at a million miles an hour across his keyboard. “I’m wiping all the evidence of what Omega has been doing. You don’t need our data anyway, not to do what needs to be done. This information is just too dangerous in the wrong hands.”
“What? Jonathan, I’m not following. Are you in trouble there? I can be there in a few minutes if you need me; Caleb can portal me there.” I wasn’t totally sure what the hell was going on, but he seemed frazzled.
“No, no, absolutely not,” he exclaimed, shaking his head at the camera. “I’m probably just being paranoid is all. Old age will do that to a person. Look, I just wanted to give you a quick call to tell you that I have total faith in your abilities. You will win this fight, kiddo. Never stop believing that you will, okay?”
“Jonathan,” I croaked. “It sounds like you’re saying goodbye to me. Why would you be saying goodbye?” Was he planning on going somewhere? Leaving me now when things were getting desperate? Where would he be going?
“Never goodbye, kiddo,” he whispered, hitting one final button on his computer, then giving me his full attention. “Never goodbye. Just... make sure those boys take damn good care of you, and don’t ever forget how much I loved you.”
“What? No!” I snapped my gaze to Caleb. “Omega HQ, Jonathan’s office. Something’s wrong.”
“Kit, no!” Jonathan bellowed down the phone at me. “Do not come here!”
It was too late though. Caleb was already gone, taking Cole and River with him and leaving me behind, that motherfucker!
“Jonathan, something is wrong. Please just tell me!” I was sobbing now, clutching my phone in my hands like I could climb through the screen based on sheer will alone.
He leaned in closer to the camera, giving me a smile. “You’re needed for bigger and better things, hon. This is one battle you’ll have to fight another day, when you’re stronger.” He paused then while I sniffled and tears obscured my vision. “I never told you how we really came to Suzette’s that night. I have a lot of regrets in this long life of mine, kiddo, but none more so than how long it
“Who?” I asked bitterly. “Bridget? That bitch that took my magic away? I could be there with you right now. Whatever you think is about to happen, I could stop it!”
He shook his head, glancing offscreen like he’d heard something. “No, not her. Your grandmother, Tasha. You have her heart, kiddo. She would have been so proud of the woman you’ve become, but to me you’ll always be that spunky little girl who cracked my safe at age thirteen. I love you, kiddo.”
“What?” my exclamation was cut short by the distinctive, sickening sound of a gunshot.
On my screen, Jonathan’s head snapped back, and his phone must have been jostled out of the little holder because the next thing I saw was the ceiling fan rotating slowly above his desk. What made me physically ill, though, were the red flecks of blood across the screen.
Dropping my phone to the floor, I dashed over to the kitchen sink and dry heaved for a moment until I heard the one sound worse than that gunshot.
“Oh Foxy,” Simon’s voice sang down the phone, and my blood ran cold. “I know you’re there. Caller ID says the call is still connected. Hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to end call now. But I do hope you saw me shoot your dad in the head.” I was still at the sink, frozen. I couldn’t move to pick up my phone, and I sure as shit didn’t want to see whatever the video might be displaying.
“Let’s catch up soon, Foxy Girl.” Simon chuckled. “Life doesn’t seem nearly painful enough for you yet.” There was a muffled sound, like he was picking the phone up, and just before he disconnected the call, I heard him say, “Search everything; Boss wants those files.”
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