Revolt (Legends and Love)

Reign is quiet, the first sign that she is overthinking what happened. No doubt Raff is too, but it doesn’t stop him from watching her hungrily. I’ve never seen him cross a line or break a rule before, but I get it. She is worth it. Me? I think rules are meant to be challenged and broken, and I will relish every single second of breaking them to have her. And I will have her, just like he ordered. She can stand there primly, clapping for the movie all she wants, but all of my brothers know her cum is running down her leg from us.

Only us.

My cock is solid in my pants, and when I stand, I have to shift it with a wince to be able to walk. I might want her badly, but I will not compromise her safety. Not for anything. Raff is the same as he guides her from the box, even if his hand on her back is a little more possessive than it should be.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are filled with pleasure, and her legs are a little shaky as we head back downstairs. Satisfaction practically rolls from Raff, even as he scans the area, intent on protecting her. When we come out into the reception area, the party is in full swing, and I can tell from her quiet sigh and wince that she doesn’t want to be here.

It’s our job to protect her, both physically and emotionally.

“Bring the car around,” I murmur to Dal, who quickly takes off to do just that, his own need blasting from him. Cillian is positioned before her, clearing a path.

“I need to mingle,” she begins.

“It’s time to go home, Miss Harrow,” I inform her primly, but there’s no mistaking my leer. She swallows, her eyes heating as she watches me. We both know exactly what is going to happen when we get in that car.

This beautiful, million-dollar dress will be ripped up, and my lips will be planted on that pretty, famous pussy for all the paparazzi to see. Her lips part, her tongue darting out.

“Don’t tease, Miss Harrow,” I mock. “Now smile for the pictures.” She jerks her head around, wearing a perfect, practiced smile once more, even as she hurries with us to the car.

She might deny that she wants this, and she might worry about the repercussions like all of us, but none of us could stop this if we tried. We were foolish to think we could. There has been an electric connection between us all since the first moment we met.

It’s time I act on it and take what I want.

Her. The people’s rock princess.

Their idol.

Their icon.

Little do they know, their pretty, talented role model will be screaming in the back seat in moments.

“Say your goodbyes, Miss Harrow, like a good girl,” I purr in her ear, pretending to whisper important things. She shivers next to me, that fake smile faltering for a moment, but it’s enough to nearly make me cheer in victory.

She waves and says her goodbyes, and once she steps out on the red carpet, she poses for more pictures. I lick my lips, debating throwing her down right here and diving into that pretty pussy.

I bet she would let us because she would love it.

She’s only had a taste of Raff, but I see her tracking him like her next prey. We thought we were in control, but she’s ready to show us that’s completely wrong. Nobody controls Reign.

She’s ready to revolt.

“Reign, why are you leaving early?” a pap calls.

I smirk, covering it by turning to check behind me. I want to mock, “Yes, Reign, why are you leaving early? Is it because you’re so desperate to get your cunt licked?” but I don’t. I keep my gaze sharp, scanning every inch of the crowd. There’s movement that catches my eye—a man slipping back into the masses from the front—but I quickly move on since he’s not a threat.

She doesn’t answer, continuing to wave and sign autographs on the way to the car, making sure to stop for every fan who calls her name. They even have shirts with her face and logo on the front, and pride fills me. Our girl is a fucking rock star.

We finally reach the car, and Cillian helps her inside before climbing in after her. Smirking, Raff takes the passenger seat, winking at me as I slide in and shut the door.

I sit opposite her with my knees spread. She watches me carefully, wondering if I plan to follow through. I’ll teach our girl that I’m a man of my word and there is nothing more in this world that I want to eat than that pretty pussy so our girl will fall asleep satisfied, dreaming of me.

Taking off my jacket, I roll my sleeves back. She watches every move as the car pulls out into traffic. The windows are tinted, but we can’t be too careful. I might want her and want everyone to see, but I would never put her in jeopardy like that.

“Part those pretty thighs for me,” I tell her. Her eyes narrow as I grin. “I’m waiting, Miss Harrow.” I lower to my knees as we come to a stop sign. Crawling across the small space between us, I grip her heeled feet and throw them over my shoulders. “Didn’t want the suit jacket getting in the way.”

“Astro,” she warns.

I slide my hands up her silken thighs and almost come on the spot. I can’t even see them because of the dress, but they are the softest motherfucking things I’ve ever felt.

It’s like touching goddamn silk.

“I’ve wanted to taste your pretty pussy ever since you teased me with that strawberry and flashed it at me in the pool, so be a good girl and part them,” I tell her roughly. I need her cum more than I need to breathe.

I need to taste her on my tongue or I actually might die.

Someone could come up behind me right now and shoot me in the back and I still wouldn’t stop.

I push her dress up and to the side so I can get a clear view of that pretty, dripping pussy. It’s ripe for the picking and begging for my tongue. Her hand comes out to slap me away, but I catch it, kissing her pulse as she breathes raggedly.

“You can slap me if you want, darling. I promised to clean this wet, greedy pussy and that’s exactly what I plan to do. After all, we are here to serve you,” I purr.

Leaning back, she finally parts her thighs enough for me to scoot closer, and my hands grip her thick thighs, holding them prisoner. “Then serve me,” she demands haughtily.

Chuckling, I lean down and run my lips over one thigh. “Oh, I plan to. Let the others hear your screams, beautiful. Let everyone passing by hear you and wonder what’s happening in here. Fuck, let them call them cops, thinking you are being murdered.”

“You’ll have to make me, and right now, you’re all talk,” she retorts, but there’s a tremor of need in her voice that makes me smirk against her velvety skin.

Licking her tattoos, I slide my hands higher, pushing her thighs wider until I get my first look at her exposed clit and her pulsing, greedy hole, wanting to be filled. She’s so fucking wet for it, she’s practically already coming.

“I’ve never eaten rock star pussy. Let’s see if this is why you are so famous,” I purr.

The moan she lets out goes straight to my balls.

I drive my cock into the seat, grinding as I drop my mouth to her pussy, unable to resist any longer. I drag my tongue from her pretty little asshole to her engorged clit, making her groan loudly.

“How does she taste?” Cillian asks, his voice rough with his own need. No doubt he’s watching us, his cock hurting, but she won’t get any of ours tonight. Not here, not like this. I won’t make her regret this or worry about how this will change the dynamic. We are her bodyguards first and foremost. It just so happens to be that we want to fuck her as well, and if she lets us, we will make sure she’s never needy or hurt again. This body is ours to protect and pleasure.

But never tame.

I like her wildness. Her hand comes down and grips my hair, her nails digging into my scalp until I grunt, lashing her clit with my tongue in warning. Her heels dig into my back in the very best way.

Dragging my tongue across her pretty cunt, I almost spill at her taste. She tastes like fucking strawberries. Grinding my cock into the seat, I dip my tongue inside her, making her moan, and it feels like a victory so I do it again. I won’t give her my fingers or my cock. No, she gets my mouth. I want her to ride my face. I want to struggle to breathe. I want to be able to see and taste only her.

“Every single one of your fans either wants to be you or fuck you. I wonder how jealous they would be to see your bodyguard between your thighs, getting what they only dream about.” I groan, making her whimper and grind that pretty pussy into my face. Her clit hits my nose as I circle her hole, causing her to fuck herself against me.

“Good girl. Use me and ride my face. Make yourself come for us. Let us serve you,” I mumble against her skin, lifting my head a little so she can hear me. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. She’s so fucking beautiful, it’s like looking at a movie or a painting, and my heart stops for a moment until her eyes snap open and look down at me. She’s in a gown and covered in expensive jewels I wouldn’t be able to afford in ten lifetimes, yet when she smiles, I feel like I’ve won.

“Get that tongue back to work,” she orders.

“Do as Miss Harrow says,” Raff chimes in.

“Yes, sir.” I grin as I drag my tongue across her clit, flicking it until she grinds harder and moans loudly, but I want her screams. I thrust my tongue inside her, and then into her pretty little ass. My hands slip under her to lift her higher for better access, and I feel her plump ass cheeks in my palms as I fuck the seat through my pants.

Her hands grip me, dragging me back and forth across her pussy. She reaches for her release as I lap at her ass and pussy, cleaning up every inch of her just like I promised.

“Astro,” she begs.

Her voice is wobbly. She’s close.

We stop for a moment, and I see flashes of cameras as paps try to see into the car. They won’t, but part of me swells with pride for getting her to come as they try to get a picture of her. I simply focus on her demanding little clit like she wants and let her grind against my tongue. Her panting breaths fill the car as it rocks, her nails tear into my scalp until her breathing hitches, and I speed up.

I want her release and need her cries.

“Astro,” she begs, “don’t stop. Right there, please—fuck.” Her words end in a yell as her thighs clamp closed on my head, making me grin against her sloppy pussy as I lick her through her release. Her cream coats my face, and she writhes and then slumps back.

“Good girl, Miss Harrow,” Raffiel praises, but I refuse to move. I lick every inch of her pussy clean just like I said I would, drinking down her cum. Strawberries will forever remind me of her, of this moment, and make me hard. My own pants are messy, filled with my release since I came when she did, unable to help it.

Reign Harrow is dangerous, but I can’t seem to care when I sit back, seeing her smile at me in satisfaction. Her body shines with jewels and sweat as she slips down and crawls into my lap.

I get hard again.

Grabbing her before she’ll regret it, I move us back into my seat, holding her in my arms as she relaxes. She fits perfectly in my hold, her head on my shoulder. She fits like she was always made to be in my arms.

Glancing at Cillian, I see him digging his nails into the seat. His gaze is locked on her, and his nostrils flare in need. We’ve never shared before, but we’ve never wanted to. There have been women, faceless ones from our past between deployments and missions, but none of us ever wanted to settle down. We never introduced any women to each other, and we never even cared enough to get their names, yet Reign Harrow is fucking seared into my heart and soul with just one meeting.

I don’t know how that’s possible, but my heart pumps in fear because this woman is guarded. She’s determined never to be weak again, never to trust anyone again, and I know it will wreck me. I know she is going to break our hearts, yet I can’t seem to care when she glances at me with a wicked smile.

“What does she taste like?” Cillian grinds out.

“Strawberries,” I reply, making him groan. “Fucking perfection.”

She laughs in my arms, not the least bit ashamed. I glance around the car worriedly, not wanting anyone to know what we did—not out of shame, but she would hate it. She doesn’t want her life publicized, so that means she’s keeping us a secret, but I don’t care. Not as long as I get her in the shadows. It does mean we need to be careful, though, especially to keep our job, and leaving a wet patch of her cum behind is very telling.

“You want a taste, man? Here, clean up for us. We can’t have any of her staff thinking anything, can we, princess?” I wink as she curls into my lap like a sated kitten, and I feel like a fucking king.

Her eyes remain open, though, widening as Cillian moves over. The big redhead drops to his knees and licks up every drop of her cum from the leather seat. “Shit, he’s right. She tastes like strawberries.” His eyes swing to her hungrily. “Next time, you are riding my face all fucking night, sweetheart.” Without waiting for her reply, he goes back to cleaning the seat.

“Crazy, you’re all crazy.”

She doesn’t know the half of it because with just one taste, I’m already hers.

She doesn’t have a fucking clue how dangerous that is.

Once we reach the house, I rearrange her dress, and when we get out, I grip her tighter. “Astro, I can walk,” she grumbles, but when I tighten my hold, she shrugs and lays her head on my shoulder, clearly tired.

“Let’s get you to bed, Miss Harrow.” Raff holds out his arms to take her, but I pull her closer.

“I’ve got her,” I tell him, and his eyes narrow. No doubt he can see that I’m already attached. I don’t care. Fuck them all. This girl is mine. She just doesn’t know it. I’ll play this slow because she’s been hurt. She’s been in an industry where it’s celebrated to be stabbed in the back, but I will never let that happen again.

Ignoring them and happy there is no staff around, I follow them into the house and straight up the stairs to her room. We had to check out security while she was in the studio so I know the layout, but it never fails to surprise me how there are no pictures anywhere. There is nothing personal from someone as raw, emotional, and artistic as Reign, and that makes me sad.

It makes me angry that she feels so detached and alone that she doesn’t even have anything to celebrate within her personal space. I will change that.

When we reach her room, I slide her down my body and turn her, carefully stripping her from the dress and helping her remove her jewels and shoes, laying them out for her crew to pick up later. When I turn back, she’s on the bed and under the covers, and my heart pulses at the vulnerable look in her eyes as she glances at me.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

“It’s my job.” I instantly regret saying it. I meant to say that it’s my pleasure to look after her every need as her man, but she winces.

“Of course.” She rolls over, and I feel like I’ve lost her. Needing to recover some of the ground I lost, I head over to her, brush back her hair, and kiss her forehead.

“Sleep well, Reign,” I whisper, “and know that there is nowhere else in this world I would want to be, job or no job.” Leaving her with that, I head out and shut the door. When I get downstairs, my brothers are waiting just like I knew they would be.

“We need to talk,” Raff snaps, glancing at the bedroom, and then he jerks his head. I follow him into the room he claimed and flop onto the bed, a goofy smile on my face at the memory of Reign tonight. Cillian sits near me, and Dal stands near the window.

“Do not get attached,” Raff orders. “I see you.”

“I wasn’t going to deny it,” I respond without even looking up.

“This is a job,” he growls.

I sit up and glare at him. “Keep telling yourself that. Keep lying to yourself and us if it makes you feel better, but we all know the truth. This became so much more the first fucking moment we laid eyes on her, then again when we found out just how fucking alienated that poor girl has been, and once again tonight when you made her ours. You can lie to us all you want, Raff, but I see it. Keep calling it a job, but it’s more, and you know it deep down.”

“We can’t cross the line—”

“It’s a bit late for that.” Dal is always the calm one between us. I’m the hothead, and it is usually Cillian whom I’m arguing with, but Raff is glaring at me. No doubt he’s pissed that I called him on his shit.

“Fuck, this is so bad. We should tell them we can’t protect her anymore.”

“No.” Cillian’s voice is sharp and angry.

“He’s right, she needs us. They hired us for a reason, remember? We need to protect her. The fact that we are getting attached only means we will do our job that much better.” He sighs. “Raff, being emotional in our old jobs was a weakness. I know that, and it made us second-guess everything, but here? It only makes us better and more determined to protect her. We aren’t at war anymore, man. It’s okay to enjoy life. Maybe you should take a lesson from Reign on that.”

I can’t help but laugh, and Dal does as well. “He’s right,” Dal says once more. “I suggest we let this play out. If she doesn’t look at us after tonight, then we can still do our job and not have to worry about the intimacy of our bond.”

My heart pulses in pain, and I stand and begin to pace. “And if she wants to explore this? Wants us?”

“Then I don’t see the harm.” It is my turn to stare at Dal in shock. “I don’t,” he murmurs. “Like you said, there is something here. This is more than just a job, but we’ve never backed off before, so I say we don’t start now.”

“Fuck, this is all fucked,” Raff snaps. “Fine, but you, get out of my sight. I’m annoyed at you,” he orders me.

That’s fine by me. I have something to do anyway.