Ruthless Angel (Gods of Ravencrest University #5)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CLOVER

“Should I drain the pasta now? God, I feel like an idiot. You’d think I’ve never made pasta before. I have. I swear. I’m not the best cook.” Blaze stood next to the stove, awaiting my instruction.

“Did you test the noodles?” I asked. “We don’t want them too soggy but not stiff either.”

When Blaze pulled out a steaming hot noodle, swore, and promptly dropped it on the floor, I laughed and went to help him. The salad I’d been throwing together could wait.

It had been almost three weeks since Blaze came home. Although he still had some soreness from his healing organs, he felt much better. Faint yellowing bruises still marked his face and body. Sometimes upon waking he felt stiff and achy. However, he’d come such a long way since those first pain filled days.

Tonight we were having dinner together. All four of us. I’d insisted. Things had been chaotic around here lately.

Daire was obsessed with finding Brady. Cash had been doing his best to help. Blaze was working on getting his strength back. And I’d been forced to officially drop out of summer classes, which meant that I was no longer able to stay at the dorm. Even though I’d been pretty much living with the Angels already, now it was official.

The guys had barely let me out of their sight. Understandably. It did get tiresome though. I couldn’t even sit in the backyard to get some sun without one of them with me. Daire’s paranoia made him crazier than usual. I didn’t think he’d relax until Brady was caught.

That didn’t bode well for the subject I planned to broach at dinner. I checked the pasta and told Blaze to go ahead and drain it. The Alfredo sauce simmered in a small pot on the stove. It smelled divine.

Since dropping my classes and being pretty much trapped at the house, I’d thrown myself into cooking and cleaning. Not because I wanted to be their caged domestic doll but because I was going crazy needing a way to keep busy. Blaze’s efforts to help were appreciated, even though having someone else in the kitchen tested my patience.

“Will you set the table?” I nudged Blaze toward the cupboard with the plates. “Don’t forget to put the wine out too.”

Blaze smacked my ass on his way to the plates. His sexual appetite had been ravenous since he started feeling better. Just that morning he’d accosted me in the bathroom while I was getting out of the shower. Nothing quite like trying not to slip and fall with wet feet while getting your pussy plowed.

After finishing the salad, I went to the basement door and called down to Daire and Cash. They’d gone down to work out an hour ago. They too were feeling the effects of being in the house all the time. Finding Brady dominated our every move. I was sick of it.

Once he’d showered, Daire strolled into the kitchen. In gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, he was casual but droolworthy. I snuck a few glances at the bulge outlined in his pants, trying not to get caught.

“See something you like?” Daire taunted, catching me looking.

“Hey, if you’re going to wear pants like that, I’m going to take a peek.” I shrugged, certain that my cheeks were pink.

Daire crudely grabbed his crotch and grinned. “How about a little appetizer before dinner? I know how much you love a mouthful of my cock.”

I frowned, forcing an unimpressed expression. The last thing I wanted to do was encourage him. “I’m trying to have a nice dinner here. Stop being gross.”

“It’s not gross to love cock, Clover. It’s fucking beautiful. At least, it is when it’s you. I could fuck your pretty mouth every day for the rest of my life and never get bored of the view.” Daire pulled out a chair at the small table and sat down. His mischievous gaze drifted over me from head to toe, most likely undressing me in his mind.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” I placed the food on the kitchen island since it wouldn’t all fit on the table. “You guys will have to come here to fill your plates.”

Cash joined us and we managed to have an enjoyable meal together. That only made me more nervous to bring up the subject I’d been waiting to discuss. Something told me that they wouldn’t like what I had to say.

“This is fucking divine, Sunshine,” Cash gushed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had Alfredo sauce this perfect.”

“Thanks. I found the recipe online.” I twirled my fork in my pasta, eyeing each of the guys in turn.

They all dug into their food and drank the wine I’d bought for tonight. I doubted they’d ever had a quality meal when it was only the three of them. I waited until everyone was close to finishing before I took a deep breath and summoned my courage.

“So there’s this band that Raina and I really like and they’re playing in Fox Grove tomorrow night. I wanted to go with her.” There. I said it. Immediately my body broke out in nervous heat.

Fox Grove was a neighboring city. About a ninety minute drive from Wolfwood. As much as I liked the band, it was the thought of getting out with my friend for a while that appealed to me the most. We hadn’t seen each other without the Angels and their overbearing presence. I needed some alone time with my bestie.

“Out of the question.” Daire’s response came swiftly, as expected. “Not while Brady is still out there.”

Cash tried for a friendlier take on Daire’s answer. “This isn’t a good time, Clover. It’s too dangerous. Why don’t you two have a movie night in or something safe like that?”

I looked to Blaze with a brow raised, motioning for him to jump in. I wanted to hear from all of them.

“Sorry, Rainbow. We can’t take any chances right now.” Blaze’s lips twisted in an uncertain frown, like he didn’t love shooting me down.

“Yeah, I figured you’d all say that.” My temper began to rise. Being trapped in this house for so long had greatly shortened my fuse. “I’m sick of being a captive in this house. I need to go out and live. I’ll be with Raina. We’ll be fine.”

Daire scoffed. Dropping his fork on his empty plate, he leaned back in his chair. “What’s to stop Brady from grabbing the both of you? I seriously doubt the Gods would be okay with this either. I don’t want to be an asshole, but it’s a hard no.”

“Since when don’t you want to be an asshole?” I snapped, unable to contain myself. “It seems to be your reason for living. It’s what motivates you to get up each day.”

“Clover, come on,” Blaze said, trying to keep things from escalating. “We only want to protect you.”

Putting down my fork, I reached for my wine and chugged back the rest of it. “Brady might be on the other side of the globe for all we know. I know he’s a threat but life can’t stop forever. What about the fall when classes are back in? We’ll have to leave the house eventually.”

The fall class start wasn’t all that far away. In a few weeks we’d all be back at Ravencrest University. We were all taking different courses. They couldn’t shadow me there.

Cash’s expression darkened. “You saw what Brady did to Blaze. What do you think he would do to you?”

“Being an asshole is my reason for living?” Daire repeated. “Is that what you really think?”

“Sometimes,” I admitted. All three of the Angels were dicks sometimes. There was no denying that Daire was the worst.

The low chuckle that fell from Daire’s lips sent a tremor through my whole body. This was bad. This was really bad.

Daire proved me right when he stood up, and with one sweep of his hand, threw all of the dishes onto the floor. The crash of breaking glass made me jump. Adrenaline crashed into my bloodstream.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Blaze gaped at the mess on the floor. “I was still eating that.”

“We’re done with dinner. We’re going to have Clover for dessert.” Something in Daire’s tone told me that wouldn’t be nearly as fun as it should be.

I sat there frozen, blinking up at him in fear. When he took a threatening step toward me, I shot off my chair and ran. Where was I going? I didn’t know. Instinct told me to get away, and I listened.

The sound of chairs screeching along the floor followed as Blaze and Cash rose. All three of them came after me. Knowing that there was nowhere to hide in the house, I ran for the front door.

I made it outside and down the block before Cash caught up to me. He scooped me around the waist, hauling me off my feet. Kicking and flailing, I did my best to break free. His grip was tight like a vise. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Cash grunted when I kicked him in the knee.

“Anywhere that’s away from here. I’m sick of being a prisoner.” Despite not being able to free myself, I continued to struggle.

He easily carried me back to the house where Blaze and Daire waited. “You’re not a prisoner,” Cash admonished, shoving me toward the other two as he closed and locked the door. “You’re ours, and we’re doing what we feel is best to protect you.”

Blaze caught hold of me, pinning me tight against him. At Daire’s nod, he dragged me back into the kitchen.

“This is bullshit,” I muttered, lacking fury as fear overcame me.

“Take off your clothes,” Daire instructed, standing back with arms crossed, watching me like a hawk.

Blaze released me, staying close, ready to grab me if I tried to run again. All three of them surrounded me. There was nowhere to run now.

“Why?” Filled with suspicion, I made no move to do as he’d said.

Daire wouldn’t be refused. “Take them off or I cut them off.”

I doubted that he carried his knife in his sweatpants. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t fetch it and do exactly as he threatened. Holding his piercing stare, I mustered all the anger I could, hoping he saw it within me.

Slowly, I began to disrobe. I kicked my pink leggings aside, dropping my purple crop top as well. Once I stood there in my underwear, I hesitated.

Daire nodded for me to continue. With a heavy, annoyed sigh, I took off my bra and panties.

“Now get on the table,” Daire instructed. A wicked gleam had filled his eyes. “Lie down on your back and spread your legs.”

The thickening bulge in his sweatpants made me nervous. He loved having me at his mercy. Whatever he had planned for me, Daire was eager for it. The other two were happy to go along with whatever his imagination dreamed up. They were no better than him.

Careful not to step in the broken glass surrounding the table, I hopped up on a chair and laid back on the now empty table. Wary and nervous, I stared at the ceiling.

“Pull up a chair, boys,” Daire said, amusement in his voice. “We’re going to have dessert now.”

What the hell did that mean? I quickly found out.

Daire waited for Cash and Blaze to sit down before stepping up to the table. Leaning over me, he tightly gripped my throat so I couldn’t breathe.

“Look at me, Angel. Now.”

I forced myself to meet his eyes. There was a devil within them, leering out at me with twisted intentions. When he was satisfied with my obedience, he released my throat and sat down at the table.

Grabbing my hips, Daire pulled me to the edge of the table. The small size of the table meant that I took up pretty much all of it. With my ass hovering on the edge, I braced myself with my legs bent, my heels on the table’s edge.

Cash sat above my head. He caught my arms, pulling them up above me, pinning them tight in his massive hands.

I gasped as Daire sucked my clit into his mouth. Trapping it with his teeth, he bit down hard enough to make me yelp. A raging fire filled me, burning in my belly, spreading through my body. My pussy tingled as wetness pooled between my legs.

Daire licked along my slit. His tongue dipped between my folds before circling my clit. A moan stuck in my throat. I did my best to hold back, not wanting to reward Daire’s wackjob behavior. That didn’t last long.

Prying my cheeks apart, he tongued my ass, making a noise come out of me that I’d never heard before. After slapping my pussy, he turned the entire table so that I was now in front of Blaze. Cash moved with the table, keeping my wrists trapped in his hand.

Blaze ran a finger over my wet slit, dipping it inside. “All right, I can get on board with this. We’re going to make you crazy, Dollface. I wonder how many times you can come before you beg us to stop.”

He pressed a finger deep inside me. Then he licked my juices from it before shoving two in my pussy. A flick of his tongue against my clit made my thighs clench. Being splayed on the table for them to feast upon was both incredibly hot and somewhat unnerving.

Daire reached to grasp my breasts, tweaking my nipples hard before rubbing them gently. My back arched as I moaned. Cash’s tight grip kept me from moving much or touching any of them.

Blaze worked my clit until I drew close to coming before pulling away. Nodding to Cash, he turned the table toward him. Cash released my wrists, grabbing my ankles instead. Shoving my legs further apart, he dove in like he was starved for me.

Daire took over holding my hands above my head, making it clear that they were in control here. Not that I’d have thought otherwise.

The ferocity with which Cash ate my pussy sent shockwaves to my brain. Pleasure overloaded my system, making me writhe and jerk on the table. He fucked me with his tongue before sucking on my clit. The sensations rose, quickly overtaking me. I came all over Cash’s tongue, my chest rising and falling in swift heaves.

Cash lapped up the evidence of my arousal with a low groan that made me want more. “You taste so fucking good, Sunshine. Your pussy is my own personal haven. I could live between your legs.”

Standing up, Cash pushed his pants down and pulled out his cock. Holding onto my legs, he slammed into me in one forceful thrust. It was almost enough to make my teeth rattle.

Still holding my hands, Daire leaned over to kiss me upside down. He nipped my lips, tugging my lip ring with his teeth. Kissing me deep, he plunged his tongue into my mouth.

Blaze’s hands were hot on my skin as he caressed my body. Clutching a handful of one breast, he leaned in to suck my other nipple into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue.

My hips rose as I sought to take all of Cash’s thick cock. He opened me up wide as he pumped inside me. I couldn’t get enough. Every stroke of him inside me was like an electrical shock.

After a few minutes of fucking me, Cash pulled out, and they turned me again. Daire motioned for Blaze to go next. He stepped between my legs and slipped into my wet core with ease.

My breasts bounced in time with his thrusts. I pulled against Daire’s grip on my wrists, seeking to break free. It only served to make his grip tighten. No doubt I would have bruises later.

“Nice try,” Daire murmured next to my ear. “You don’t get to call the shots here, Clover. Not now, not ever. Never forget that we own you.”

His words echoed in my ear as Blaze slid into my slick heat. Cash stood next to the table with his cock in one hand, stroking it vigorously while watching my face. After several solid strokes, he released a stream of cum all over my neck and chest. Blaze almost simultaneously spilled inside me.

When they turned me back toward Daire, Blaze took over holding my wrists. I was shocked to see the unbroken wine bottle clutched in Daire’s hand.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with that?” I eyed the bottle with suspicion.

The smile that broke across Daire’s face chilled me. “You’re about to find out. What’s wrong, Clover? You look scared.”

“I don’t trust you.” Holding Daire’s gaze, I refused to show fear. That’s what this sick bastard wanted.

“And you shouldn’t.”

Daire ran the head and neck of the bottle through the wetness between my legs. Once it was good and slick, he pressed it against my asshole, working it inside.

My eyes widened, my mouth dropping open in shock. He watched intently as the neck of the bottle disappeared inside me. It felt tight and insistent inside my tight hole. My body sought to reject the intrusion. Daire wouldn’t be denied.

A strange noise came from me. A gasp and a moan combined.

While fucking the bottle in and out of my ass, Daire rubbed my clit. A strange explosion of sensation lit up my insides. The others watched him impale my ass with the bottle, each of them wearing expressions of intrigue and approval.

“You’re such a damn maniac,” I panted, wishing my hands were free so I could slap the smug smile off his face.

Daire snickered. “You pretend you don’t love it, but your body says otherwise. Are you going to come again for us, Clover? Let me hear those sweet little noises you make when we own your gorgeous ass and pussy.”

He teased my clit while reaming my ass. My breath came in small gasps as he increased the pace. When the orgasm hit, I closed my eyes, hating that I loved everything they did to me.

Blaze tapped my cheek. “Eyes open, Rainbow. You’re going to watch everything.”

Pulling the bottle from my ass, Daire lifted it to his lips and let the last few drops inside fall onto his tongue. He handed it off to Cash and freed his cock from his sweatpants. I caught a glimpse of the piercing through the head before he shoved it into my pussy.

Daire didn’t hold back. He fucked me hard and fast. My body jerked on the table from the impact. The slap of our bodies meeting was the only sound while he possessed my pussy, making it all his.

I couldn’t deny how much I loved every stroke. Every punishing pump. Daire rocked his hips against me just right, nailing all the best spots. He wrapped a hand around my throat, squeezing until my face turned red before letting me suck in enough air to keep from blacking out.

With my arms held down and Daire viciously fucking me, I was completely at the mercy of the three of them. All I could do was lie there and take it. I fucking loved taking it. I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t. That I should tell all three of them to take a flying leap. Instead, I came all over Daire’s cock.

He pulled out when he came, decorating my body in cum like Cash had. When he finally released my throat, I was moments away from blacking out. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart pounding in my ears.

My body felt raw and abused. My legs quivered as I tried to sit up. Cash surprised me by scooping me into his arms and carrying me up the stairs. He set me on the edge of the tub and turned on the taps, filling it with warm water.

“Don’t test Daire when he’s like this,” Cash advised, helping to clean me off with a cloth before I got into the bath. “Trust me. It’s not worth it. Unless you’re a sucker for punishment.”

As I sank into the water, letting it cover me up to my neck, I considered his warning. Then I promptly dismissed it.

I was going out with Raina tomorrow night. If Daire, or anyone else, had a problem with that, then so be it.