Page 67 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
I doubt he means a damn word of what he’s saying. He thinks he’s so mysterious, but I’m starting to get his crazy, starting to understand his monster. He’s mine, just as much as the rest of them.
Someone tries the doorknob, curses, and then I hear the distinct sound of a key in a lock before it swings open and Hawke is filling the doorway. He stares at the four of us with an expression torn between lust and rage.
“Oh, whoa, there’s an orgy going on that I missed?” Colt says, slipping around his boss, fully dressed, but with his green eyes shimmering in excitement. “Boss, how long do we have?”
Hawke doesn’t turn to look at him, but our eyes meet from across the room.
Instead of getting angry, I need him to take control of this situation.
I need him to be the boss.
A muscle in his jaw ticks, and he scowls, running his tongue across his lower lip. But I think he knows that by giving into anger, he’s giving up his power. He needs to be a true leader, even in a moment as strange and personal as this.
“Thirty minutes,” he snaps, and then he stalks across the room, assessing, evaluating. His gray eyes scan my naked body, my flushed face, my bouncing tits. “Colt, get your cock out and let Natalia give you a handjob.”
“Yes, sir,” Colt murmurs with an eager grin, more than willing to unbutton his cargo pants and climb into bed with us. Weston hands over the lube, and Colt pours a generous amount onto his shaft, positioning himself so that I can grab onto the base of his shaft, giving it a tight squeeze before I begin to pump.
“Mace, my apologies in advance,” Hawke growls, climbing up onto the bed and standing on it. He straddles Mace’s chest, his front to me, and then unzips his pants. There’s no mercy in his tight grip when he grabs my hair and forces his cock down my throat.
As soon as that happens, the dynamic shifts.
Everything seems to fall into place.
Or maybe that’s just my hormone-addled brain and happy cunt trying to make something perverted into something … more.
Hawke fucks my mouth while my hands work Arsen and Colt, while Weston controls the pace that gets both me and Mace off. They’re the first two to come, spilling hot seed inside of me, but they’re also not permitted to go anywhere.
“Don’t you dare fucking move,” Hawke commands, his voice like stone, impenetrable, unbreakable. He loves me. That thought echoes in my mind like a mantra. “Not until Natalia and I are finished.”
My hands pump Arsen and Colt, the former groaning and wrapping his fingers around my neck as he comes across my bare tits, unashamed in his actions. He’d probably want to play choking games with me if the others weren’t around, but as crazy as he is, Arsen knows that Hawke and Mace can and will kill him if he takes his behavior too far.
Colt is more polite, but still cocky, reaching down to guide the pace and pressure of my hand before he finishes on my right leg.
And Hawke … he takes his sweet time as Mace drops his hand to my clit, working all of that desire and pent-up need in me out, making me groan and scream around the weight of Hawke’s shaft in my mouth.
When he comes, he holds my head still and finishes on the back of my tongue, completing this strange ritual of ours.
“Everybody get up and get dressed. I won’t tolerate tardiness.”
Hawke steps off the bed, zips up his pants, and stalks out of the room like he didn’t just team up with four other guys to fuck me.
And it’s most definitely not the first or last time that’s going to happen.Chapter 16Natalia"You're late," Janet says cooly, assessing me with a particularly unimpressed gaze. She's standing beside the blacked-out beast of a car with her arms tightly folded over her chest and her mouth pursed into a thin line. Her dark hair is slicked back into a severe bun, making her look years older than I think she truly is. "Let me tell you this from a place of experience, woman to woman." She moves toward me slowly, like a predator homing in on prey. Mace bristles at my side, but Hawke stays still, calm, even-tempered. Shocking, right? “If you spend more time fucking your teammates than actually worrying about your assignments, you won’t make it long in this field.”
"I—” I start, but there’s not really much I can say to that. She’s probably right, but also … I don’t care? If I can’t find a way to balance this job, and these boys, then I’ll never find what I’m looking for in life. This career is too isolating, too all-consuming. I need people at my back that I can trust.
