Bound: Highgate Preparatory Academy, Book 2

“Everyone out!” Ash shouts, giving no shits about the grumbling people round us. I don’t take my eyes off of Jax, who stands there, completely still apart from the rise and fall of his chest. “Now!” Ash roars, and I feel more than see people scatter for the doors.

Within moments it’s just us, and my ears tingle at the sudden silence. Jax’s eyes don’t leave mine when he takes a slow menacing step forward. I take one backwards, not moving my eyes off him for a minute. His own widen, sparkling with the chase, as he steps towards me, and I back up again, my heart pounding, my breathing fast.

We repeat this dance until I round the corner, taking a few more steps before backwards bumping into something hard and solid, but warm. A flash of fear makes my stomach dip until ginger surrounds me, and I feel suddenly lightheaded with relief. It’s short-lived as Ash leans down, careful not to touch me.

“In the cage, Princess.”

I swallow hard, seeing the opening into the cage/ring to my left. Jax growls and my head whips to face him, seeing that he’s almost reached me. So I do what every stupid female lead in horror movies does, backing into the cage, soon finding myself in the middle. Jax enters, the opening shutting with a clang that seals my fate.

Accepting my destiny, I close my eyes, my other senses becoming heightened as soon as the darkness engulfs me. I hear Jax stalking towards me, the whisper of his trainers on the concrete loud in the quiet. I feel the tickle of air across my fingertips, smell the tang of blood and sweat in the air. My tongue darts out, and I taste the salt of my own fear on my lips. It all adds into the pulsing desire that is raging through my body, the need for him to dominate me and take what he wants from my pliant body.

The heat from Jax’s body caresses my exposed skin as he steps right up to me, and I open my eyes to find his broad sweaty chest in front of me, his t-shirt gone, and his rune-like tattoos on full display. I track my eyes upwards until I’m looking into his once more, the blue still mostly swallowed up by black.

I tremble as he leans forward, his hand coming up to wrap round my throat, holding my head close, sniffing my hair and neck. Another whimper leaves my lips unbidden as his teeth graze the sensitive flesh where my neck and shoulder meet, and a low rumbling purr comes from him in response.

In a lightning fast move, he lets go of my throat, grabbing the underside of my thighs and pulls me up so that my legs come up to wrap round his thick waist. He drops to his knees, jarring us, then leans over until I’m lying flat on my back on the concrete, the cool surface making me hiss. Letting go of me, he makes his way down my body, sniffing every so often, his hands tracing my curves, purring as he reaches my rounded stomach. He pauses at the juncture of my thighs, and I cry out as he presses his face down, taking a huge inhale, then rubbing my scent all over his face. Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot but it really is, liquid pooling in my centre as he marks himself with my musk.

His fingers grip the top of my waistband, pulling my leggings and knickers off, and tossing them behind him. Within seconds his face is back at my pussy, eating me out ravenously like I’m his last damn meal. I get no build up, no easing into it, and am still sensitive from Loki’s attentions earlier, plus wound up from our chase, that my orgasm tears through me almost painfully. Liquid rushes out of me, which Jax greedily laps up, each flick of his tongue making me twitch.

I’m a panting, gasping mess, my entire body tingling when he sits back on his heels, his huge erection straining under his shorts. He looks at me with smug satisfaction, his beard full of my release. Leaning forward, he grasps my hips in his large hands, surprising me with his gentleness as he turns me over, bringing my hips up so that I end up on hands and knees with him kneeling behind me.

I hear the swish of fabric as he clearly pulls his shorts down. A low keening moan leaves my lips as I feel him start to push his way inside me, my arms already shaking from the pleasure that whispers over and through me at his invasion. With a sharp snap of his hips, he bottoms out, a deep purr sounding in his chest as a cry tears through my lips, his hands rubbing all over my arse.

I feel him lean forward, the neck of my tank going taut before the tearing of fabric sounds in the air. My top falls down my arms, my bra following next thankfully not torn—cuntbandit—a gasp falling from my lips as he rakes his fingernails down my back. The move sends tingles falling all over me, and I push back, feeling him hit my fucking cervix and I swear my eyes roll all the way back.

He grunts, wrapping my hair round a fist and pulling my head back at an angle that leaves my neck exposed. Clearly deciding that he’s had enough of taking it slow, he pulls out, his free hand holding me in place by my hip, before slamming back inside me.

I scream with the pleasure-pain that being impaled on Jax’s monster cock creates, my whole body shaking and jerking as he fucks me hard and fast. Snarls sound behind me, his grip on my hair and hip tightening, his thrusts wild in their ferocity. My nails try to bury themselves into the concrete, my cries and whimpers filling the room as my body is assaulted by raw pleasure. I let go completely, submitting totally to his will, and the freedom of letting my instincts take over soon have me reaching an earth-shattering climax.

My inner walls tighten around Jax’s cock so hard that he grunts and snarls louder, forcing his way inside me as my cunt clenches and grips him. Screams leave my raw throat as the orgasm reaches epic proportions, my whole body shaking violently with the force of it. Jax’s grip is the only thing keeping me up as he continues pounding into me, and with one final hard thrust, he comes with a roar, falling forward and biting the same shoulder that Loki did earlier, the sharp pain causing another wave of rapture to hit me.

My arms give way as he twitches above me, his dick still pulsing inside of me, but he manages to cushion our fall, rolling us so that I end up half on top of him, my back to his front, my head resting on his enormous bicep, his dick still nestled inside my twitching pussy. We lie that way, panting, our skin covered in sweat as the high recedes, leaving a feeling of utter euphoria.

“You okay, Baby Girl?” he rumbles out after a while, his voice husky and sending shivers across my skin.

“Yes,” I croak out, “I’m amazing.”

He chuckles, his hand moving down to cup my stomach. At that moment, the baby decides to do an almighty kick, and Jax freezes behind me.

“Was that?” he asks in wonder, then a delighted laugh sounds behind me as the baby kicks again.

“You can feel it?” I ask, excitement chasing away the lethargy that the incredible sex had left me in.

“Shit, yeah,” he replies as another kick lands. “Guys!”

Within seconds, the others are crouched down next to us, looking a little worried.

“Is everything okay? Is the baby okay?” Loki asks, voice panicked and I can’t help the blissed out smile as I grab his hand, placing it over the spot where Jax’s was just seconds ago. Clearly indulging us, the baby gives another kick, and Loki’s eyes go wide. “Fuck, that’s our baby.”

I can only nod my head, my eyes misting as Loki’s glisten, a laugh falling from his lush lips as the baby kicks him again.

“It’s got your fighting streak Jax, that’s for sure!” Loki exclaims, making room for Kai, who chuckles when his hand is kicked too.

“You clever beautiful darling,” he murmurs, staring into my eyes with such love, that the mist turns to drops and one slides down the side of my face, which is still pillowed on Jax’s bicep.

“May I?” Ash’s low drawl sounds, and Kai moves to one side so that Ash can kneel down, and place his hand on my stomach.

For a moment nothing happens, and I hold my breath, begging our unborn child for one more so that he can feel it too. It’s clearly feeling very obliging or is trying to impress its fathers, as Ash’s hand jumps with another kick. His eyes snap up to mine, the steel in them soft.

“Strong, just like its mother,” he whispers, and I swallow hard.

“Just like its fathers too,” I reply, another teardrop falling down my cheek.

I shiver as the cold air suddenly hits me, and Ash leans down, placing a gentle, reverent kiss on my lips.

“Come on, Princess. Let’s get you home and into a nice hot bath,” he says, leaning back, then helping me to my feet.

Loki whips off his t-shirt, pulling it over my head, and I nestle into its warm vanilla smell. Kai fetches, then helps me into my knickers and leggings, and Jax brings me my trainers, helping them onto my feet and slipping my jacket over my shoulders. I bask in their attention, as they each take care of me, Ash wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close, tucking my bra into his jeans pocket.

We walk out of the warehouse and into the night, the stars twinkling behind us and the full moon lighting the way to Jax’s truck. Getting in, I’m sandwiched between Ash and Jax, soaking up their warmth, as we start the drive back to Highgate. Back home.

Although, really, we’re already home, as home is where the heart is. And mine is sitting around me, cradled in four bodies, in four men, the five of us bound to each other in ways that can never be separated.