Lang, Chloe - Wilde Surrender [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (12 page)

“Yes, baby.” Jackson’s tone deepened. “That’s it.”

“My turn, bro,” Phoenix announced from the other side of her.

She released Jackson’s dick, turned her head, and swallowed Phoenix’s.

Still, Denver fucked her pussy. She tightened her channel around his dick, and she could feel him throbbing inside her.

“Good girl. You’re doing great.”

She removed her mouth from Phoenix’s cock. “Thank you, Sir.”

She felt Dallas’s weight against her back. There was some pain when he thrust his dick into her ass, but it subsided quickly. With a cock in her pussy, another in her ass, and two more to nibble on, her entire body burned with overwhelming sensations. As they continued pounding her until all thought and sense of time vanished, Jessie felt the tears well up as her climax edged forward.

“Ohhh!”

“Come for us, Jessie.” Denver wasn’t asking, he was commanding.

She screamed, as quakes rolled through her inside and out. Her womb clenched, again and again.

“O–Oh God!” Her orgasm stunned her, sending so many sensations through her that it flattened her out.

All four men came. One at a time, shooting their juice into her. First, Denver, in her pussy. Then Dallas, in her ass. Phoenix delivered a nice amount in her throat. Last Jackson, shooting into her mouth.

Fatigue swept over her, part from the tequila, part from the lack of rest, but mostly because of the sadness of knowing Austin would never be a part of her life.

She heard a door open.

“Get the fuck off my woman!” Master shouted.

Chapter Nine

Clutching the collar he’d brought with him in his left hand, Austin stared down at his four naked brothers on top of Jessie, and the only thought he could latch on to was rage.

In a split second, his brothers stood between him and the woman of his dreams. If they wanted a fight, then he’d be more than happy to kick all their asses.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” Denver glared at him.

He clenched his jaw. “Not until I get what I came for, bro.” Austin decided to wait them out before throwing Jessie over his shoulder, racing to his truck, turning the keys she’d left in the ignition, and then heading down the road.

Jessie stood up on the bed. “Everyone needs to calm down. Please. I beg you.”

“Begging is exactly what you’ll be doing very soon, pet.” Austin felt the anger on his lips.

“I’m ready to bust his head into the ground, bros,” Jackson snarled. “How about you?”

Dallas gave his monosyllabic answer. “Yep.”

“Bring it on,” Austin dared.

“No! Damn it!” Jessie screamed. “This is what I was afraid of. I can’t. I won’t.”

Austin hated seeing her in such a state. This would’ve never happened if she hadn’t disobeyed him and left. Once he had his collar on her, things could get back to normal. Of course she’d have to be punished.

In his most commanding tone, Austin said, “Pet, you’re coming back to my house.”

“Screw you, Austin Wilde!” The pain and anger in her timbre could not be missed.

“Time for you to leave, brother.” Denver’s face darkened.

“I’m not leaving until I talk to her.”

“You’ve done quite enough already, don’t you think?” Phoenix grabbed his arm.

Austin jerked free of his hold and shoved him hard enough to almost knock him to the floor.

“Damn it! Stop!” Jessie pushed her way past his brothers. “I want to talk to him, too. Alone.”

“No way.” Denver turned to her.

“Give us five minutes,” she pleaded. “If you love me, you’ll do this.”

His brothers’ reactions to her proved to him that he’d been right all along. He’d always known a plural marriage between his brothers and him would’ve never worked out. He was too different from them. Let them find another woman to share. Jessie was his.

“We can’t,” Jackson said.

She clasped her hands together. “You must.”

Denver turned back to Austin. “Five minutes.”

“You can’t be serious, Denver.” Dallas scowled.

“I am. She has a right to say good-bye.” Denver glared at Austin. “Don’t make me regret this, brother.” He bent toward Jessie. “We’ll be just in the other room.”

She nodded.

One by one, Austin’s brothers reluctantly filed out of the room.

Denver was the last to exit, but he left the door open.

In his best commanding hushed tone, Austin said, “Tell me why you left.”

“Because I couldn’t bear another moment with you.”

That stung him. “Why?”

She shook her head.

“Tell me, pet.”

“Please stop calling me that. I–I can’t h–handle it anymore.”

“Goddamn it, Jessie.” He could feel his temper expand. “What is wrong?”

Weakly, she answered, “You don’t want to fuck me.”

“What are you talking about?” His dander rose up, burning like a brand. “Of course I want to fuck you. Haven’t we been fucking all week?”

“Sure. You’ve fucked my mouth and my ass. Not my pussy. Am I that loathsome to you?”

“You’re pissing me off. See this?” He held up her collar.

“What is it?” she asked timidly.

“My collar.”
She’s not addressing me as Master.
He choked back his internal uproar. He was about to lose it. “The one still around your neck is a training collar. It only signifies that you’re being trained by a Dom. Once I place this around your neck, every Dom in town and abroad will know you’re taken.”

“What does that have to do with whether or not you want to fuck me?”

“It has everything to do with it. If you hadn’t been a bratty sub tonight, I would’ve told you as much.” Rage rocked him.

She squeaked out a response. “Then tell me now.”

“Fuck this.” Fury overwhelmed Austin, so he pulled her to his side. He wanted to walk out of Denver’s home with the package he’d come for—Jessie Greene.

“Stop it,” she whimpered.

“No.” His control melted from the turbulence and fireworks inside him for her running out on him. “I know what you need. I’m enough for you. You’ll see.”

“P–Please, don’t.”

“Quiet.”

“I can’t. This isn’t happening.”

He jerked her close. Then he unlocked her training collar, and removed it, tossing the circlet to the floor. Irate that she wasn’t obeying him, he continued. “Time to put my collar on you tiny neck.”

“I can’t take this.”

Furious, he remarked, “Yes, you can, sub.”

Her hands went over her face, and then she choked out, “Why didn’t you want to fuck my pussy? I can’t take this.”

Insane with anger, he barked, “Fuck, you can take so much more.”

“Alaska,” she squeaked.

His training tried to kick in.
Not now.
Instead, he turned the reins over to his fiery instinct. He clamped his new collar around her neck. “There. You’re mine. You wanted to know why I hadn’t fucked your pretty, little cunt?”

“Please, Master. This is too much.”

He pulled her hair, and stated through gritted teeth, “You need to stop talking and start listening, Jessie.”

Then in rapid succession, she squeaked one word. “Alaska. Alaska. Alaska.”

“I’ve never even considered I could fall in love, but you changed all that for me. I’m crazy for you. I was waiting to make love to you when I knew you were ready to put on my collar. Does that make sense to you?”

Her eyebrows shot up, and her mouth gaped open.

Looking at his claim to Jessie around her neck cleared his mind, and all his years of training steamrolled his uncontrolled carnality. He immediately realized she’d been invoking her safe word, and he’d been ignoring it.
Fuck!
He’d broken the code. Guilt crushed him into a million pieces.

“Jessie, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t understand this.” She looked shocked. “I’m so confused, Master.”

Austin reached for her, and then pulled his hand back just before he could touch her. His brothers rushed back into the room. Dallas punched him in the face, nearly knocking him off his feet. There was no will left in him to retaliate.

“Get the fuck out of here, Austin. Haven’t you hurt her enough?” Jackson asked.

Jessie shook her head from side to side.

“I certainly have.” Without another word, he shot out the door to his truck.

He heard Jessie scream, “Wait!”

But he didn’t stop. Instead, once in his truck, he turned the key in the ignition. He knew what he had to do.

Chapter Ten

Sitting on the motel room’s bed, Paul King held the pistol in his hand. Where the fuck was his nephew? The teen should’ve been at his door already. Paul was itching to empty out the rounds in his gun into the fucking cunt’s head.

He looked at his watch and decided to give his nephew thirty more minutes to show. If the kid didn’t make it by then, Paul would head back to Wilde to deliver his brand of justice.

* * * *

Jessie buttoned up her shirt. She was grateful that some of her clothes she’d brought for her training with Denver were still in his closet.

“You’re not going, Jessie.” Denver stated flatly. “Understand?”

Jackson, Phoenix, and Dallas stood beside him, blocking the door out of the room.

“You may be in full-on Dom mode, Denver. I’m not in a submissive mode at the moment.”

“Too bad for you.” His eyelids narrowed.

Phoenix shook his head. “Angel, we can’t let you leave.”

“Very true,” Jackson agreed.

Dallas nodded.

“Guys, I know what I’m doing. Didn’t you hear Austin?” She fingered the new collar he’d given her. Wearing it in public was very possible, as it looked beautiful with it single diamond drop hanging from the tiny ring in the front. “He said he loved me and that he’s crazy for me. We have a chance. Isn’t this what we all wanted?”

“He blew it.” Dallas’s face darkened. “That ship has sailed.”

“No. He hasn’t blown it.”

Denver nodded. “Fine. If you want to chase after him, then we’re going with you.”

“That won’t work with him. Guys, he’s hurting. Couldn’t you see that? If you show up with me, he’ll shut down. I have to go alone.”

Jackson shook his head. “Not happening.”

“Then let’s see if you honor this. Alaska.” She prayed they would.