Chapter 29: Quantico

Birgir:

Soft, feathery tingles shook me out of a deep slumber, brushing Onyx’s hair out of my face. Lifting my head to find her draped across my chest with her glowing naked olive skin glistening gently under the morning sunrise.

Davyn was sprawled out along the left corner with his head hanging off the edge, while his leg and arm hung lazily from the side. Mikkel was on his stomach snoring softly with Onyx’s legs twisted with his.

Dropping my head back in a long, shallow exhale remembering last night.

The adrenaline rush mixed with a raging lust and pain as Onyx asserted her dominance in a fucking marvelous display of sexuality. Her Dragon finally emerged, showing the vixen hiding in the shadows, which was one of the reasons Davyn suggested the “Room”.

We could feel the swirling conflict with her but wanted her to take it at her own pace.

Now, how to take a piss without disturbing her?

Looking around slowly at how I could shift her with minimal movement.

Shit!

Exhaling lowly as fingers brushed along my rid cage, sparking the heavy thump in my groin making my bladder angrier. Lifting my head, seeing her beautiful onyx orbs swirling with a brightness that melted my insides as she held her finger to her lips.

“Bathroom.” Her hands floated gently over my chest as she pushed up from the bed.

Stopping her as I shifted her arms around my chest, rolling slowly as her legs untangled with Mikkel and we both were free to slide from the bed.

Following her curvaceous nakedness into the bathroom as she shuffled to the toilet with a sigh of relief.

“Better?” I laughed softly as my bladder cheered triumphantly with the after sex piss exploding like a firehouse, fighting to maintain directional aim into the urinal.

“Yes.” She whispered hoarsely, startling my concentration as the stream of piss drifted upwards.

“Shit!” I grunted as it finally subsided, while Onyx grabbed the disinfectant wipes from under the sink quickly cleaning up the mess.

“I could have done that, you know.” I laughed softly as she stood with a smirk, tossing them into the trash and washing her hands.

“Just because we are worth Millions, does not mean we are not “human” in a way.” She laughed softly with her hands signing as she fired the shower to a steamy cloud of hotness.

“Ah. Miss Independence.” I chuckled darkly, sliding in behind her soapy body, watching as the soap drifted down her spine dipping into the mountain of delicious ass.

Shaking violently as her body brushed along my chest as she lifted her leg to wash away the soap. Frozen in daydream land, sparking to reality as my body erupted into a roaring rush of heat as her soft lips trailed down my chest.

Her hands guided my body back against the cool glass wall, dropping to her knees like a butterfly landing gently on a flower, circling her hot palms around the throbbing shaft.

“O-onyx.” I stuttered breathless as her warm mouth sucked away the water, coated along my head, dropping down the shaft with a fluid inhale.

Talk about toe curling. Fuck!

Grunting darkly as her tongue flicked along the base, while her other hand cupped and massaged my heavy balls with a tingling sensation shivering up my spine.

Remembering last night when her hand gripped my balls with a firmness silently saying, “she was in control”.

“Oh, God!” I moaned breathless as her lips slid up my throbbing shaft, popping the head from her mouth with a smirk as her eyes flashed a beautiful hue of purple.

Lacing my fingers through her locks as her mouth consumed every inch of my throbbing shaft, feeling the knot forming between my balls and shaft. Shivering in excitement as her hands drifted up my thighs, bottoming out in the depth of her throat with a slight gag as she pulled back slowly.

Fuck! Even her gag was sexy as fuck.

Catching her gaze under heavily hooded eyes as she dropped into a rhythm with her mouth and hands, massaging every inch of my manhood. The heavy tingling in my balls grew in intensity as her rhythm shifted into a heart stopping sensation.

Her finger slid down my tant, circling the tender flesh of my anus, losing my shit as my balls released every drop of hot sticky seed, down her tender throat.

My body melted into the cool glass as her hands massaged the last of my seed into her warm mouth. Placing a gentle kiss to my hip as she stood, lathering her hands in bodywash with a soft smile laced along her pouty lips.

“You’re enjoying this too much.” I laughed softly as her eyes flashed that dangerous hue as she leaned into my body, gripping my balls with a hitched exhale.

“Yes.” She hissed into my ear as her hands soaped and caressed my hardened shaft with a dark glint laced across her face.

“That! Are you getting your voice back?” I pointed to her smile as she gazed down, making sure I was thoroughly soaped and cleaned before she began to rinse away the soap.

“Slowly.” She signed with soapy hands as she stepped back into the steaming water.

I couldn’t get enough of her, and now her voice was coming back.

“DAMN!” Mikkel grunted darkly as he walked over to the urinal with a monstrous stretch and shit eating grin.

“Morning Angel.” He winked at Onyx as she giggled under the water.

“I smell “Sex”.” Davyn growled playfully as he followed in shortly, taking the toilet with a dark wink at Onyx.

“Morning Gorgeous.” He smiled brightly as his head dropped back in relief.

Onyx laughed lightly as she grabbed a towel, wrapping her hair in another as she trailed her finger along my arm.

“Get dressed. The girls will be home shortly, and I think we have company dropping in too.” I winked at her as her face lit up in excitement as she slipped from the bathroom into the closet.

Nothing could describe the hurricane of emotions swirling through my body.

“Man! I wanted to have some fun before they got home.” Mikkel grumbled darkly as he and Davyn slipped into the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist.

“Well, don’t take forever in the shower. She’s in a playful mood.” I winked at them, shivering at the sensation of her touching me ripping violently up my spine.

Onyx was already dressed, cleaning up the room with fresh linens as Davyn’s phone vibrated violently on the nightstand. Stalking quietly over to the stand from the bathroom, slipping on a pair of sweats I grabbed from the closet in passing.

Shit! Quantico.

Smiling at Onyx as she danced around the bed, tucking the corners of the fitted sheet over the mattress, pointing to the phone in my hand, indicating I would be in the office.

“Love you.” She signed with a bright smile, feeling my heart burst like a confetti cannon spewing its rainbow of colored paper all over.

“I love you.” I growled playfully as I rushed to her, dipping her back in a heated embrace.

God, this woman was everything and more.

Pulling back with a snarl as her teeth grazed along my bottom lip.

“I have to make this call really quick.” I pecked her lips, slipping out the door against my own wishes, ducking down the hallway into our private office.

The stark white glared angrily with the sun reflecting off the white walls, decorated with various colorful artwork from local artists, along with our military commendations.

We joined two years after we were rescued from that hell hole, and our child forms rescinded into our adult forms. Our parents were concerned about our identities being discovered, but JR and Max reassured them that several supernatural creatures served.

Joining with a few members of Demon Wolf and then we went to our separate stations across the world, always staying in touch. Six years was enough, but the higher-ups had other plans for us, seeing that they knew about “us” and our special abilities.

Dialing Quantico back, sliding into the black and red leather high back as the phone clicked with a gruff voice.

“Gunnery. Took you long enough.” Quinn exhaled muffled by the sound proofing paneling in his private office.

“Sorry Major. Wasn’t expecting you to call.” I replied calmly as my eyes scanned through the files he had dropped off the previous day.

Shit!

Every fucking time.

“Have you reviewed the files?” His voice was dark with a hint of coldness.

“Looking at them as we speak.” I growled lowly as the top five wanted terrorists, stared at me with cold-murderous eyes.

“Five days.” Quinn snipped sharply as my hands rubbed roughly through my hair as Mikkel and Davyn stepped in with bright smiles etched across their faces, until they met my dark, gloomy expression.