Annalise took Jakob into her mouth once more and this time, she followed Walt’s lead, drawing their lover in deep, half his cock disappearing until he heard the quiet gag that told him Jakob’s dick was touching the back of her throat.
After that, everything went out of focus, so he closed his eyes. Walt thrust in and out of Annalise’s tight, beautiful body. He couldn’t get deep enough, so he took her harder. He stroked her clit with firm fingers, drove the tip of his thumb into her ass, and still it wasn’t enough.
He heard Jakob’s grunts, his demands that Annalise take him deeper, open her throat, swallow him down.
He opened his eyes, watching as Jakob fucked Annalise’s mouth. Or maybe she was fucking him.
Jakob’s fist was clenched around her hair, lifting her up, drawing her back down. His face was etched with pain chiseled from pure ecstasy.
Jakob must have felt Walt’s eyes on him because he glanced up. Walt hadn’t stopped fucking her—he couldn’t.
A muscle in Jakob’s jaw twitched. “She’s ours,” he said through gritted teeth. “Prove it to her.”
It was all Walt needed to hear. He increased his pace, spanking her ass over and over until her orgasm crashed over her, She lifted her head briefly from Jakob’s cock, releasing a loud, beautiful cry, as her inner muscles clenched Walt’s dick so tightly, he saw stars.
Walt came on the next rough thrust, groaning because it felt so fucking good it hurt. He filled her with jet after jet of come.
Annalise lowered her head as her climax began to wane. It only took a few seconds more before Jakob came as well, holding Annalise’s head as she swallowed every drop.
The room was quiet except for the harsh inhale and exhale of breath, all three of them struggling for air.
Walt felt a drop of sweat slide along the side of his face, and for the first time, he was aware of just how hot the room had gotten.
Annalise released Jakob’s dick, placing her cheek on Jakob’s stomach, even as her ass was still raised, still holding Walt’s softening dick. He pulled out slowly, the action prompting her to open sex-dazed eyes and look at him.
“I love you,” she whispered as she stared at him, then she turned to look at Jakob as well.
Just three words. Spoken for all of them.
Neither he nor Jakob said them back. They didn’t need to. There was no question they felt the exact same way.
And it was then it occurred to Walt that while he could mend broken bodies, he didn’t have a clue how to fix a broken heart.
And his was about to be shattered.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jakob stood with his back to the wall, outwardly silent, while inwardly snarling.
There were way too many damned people in the room.
When Nikolett’s house was finished, this room would be a combination home office and off-site backup for the Hungary territory headquarters. Large as both the house and this room were, right now, it was crowded.
When he, Walt, and Annalise had arrived half an hour ago, the Hungary territory leadership had just been finishing up an early morning meeting. Attendees included Admiral Varda, Vice Admiral Kata, the security minister Dimitri, plus the three finance ministers, four knights—including Maxim, and three security officers. Vadisk hadn’t been at the meeting because he’d been the one to pick them up at the hotel and escort them back here.
Nikolett had acknowledged them with a nod when they walked in. A few others had looked their way, but no one seemed surprised by their presence or confused as to who they were. That meant at least part of the meeting had included briefing the people he, Walt, and Annalise hadn’t met before as to who they were and how they were involved.
Nikolett finished speaking to the assembled members of her territory in Hungarian for several minutes before dismissing people. About a third of the room cleared out, and before they were even out the front door—which was steel set in steel-reinforced surrounds like the door of a bank vault—the remaining knights and security officers had taken positions near the doors and just behind the admiral.
All this security to keep danger out, when danger was already inside.
Nikolett motioned Annalise forward. His love spoke with Nikolett and Nyx for several minutes.
His love.
After all these years, Annalise was his love. But not for much longer.
Because life fucking sucked. Maybe they could have an intense, carnal affair when they got back to Frankfurt. He would fuck her on the bed he’d bought for her, in the room he’d decorated for her.
Nope. Wouldn’t work. Because Walt couldn’t stay there for long, couldn’t live there with them. Hell, the two of them couldn’t even remain there together forever.
Irritated, Jakob crossed his arms, keeping his attention on Annalise. His arm immediately protested, and that just increased his irritation. Dropping his bad arm with a grunt, he considered telling everyone in the room to fuck off. All these people wanted Annalise to go lock herself in a room with a bat-shit crazy woman who hacked people up both professionally and for fun.
Walt’s hand landed on Jakob’s shoulder. “I would feel better if you’d use the sling.”
He wasn’t going to use a damn sling. A little stab never hurt…actually it hurt quite a fucking bit. But still, if he needed to fight to protect Walt and Annalise, the sling would be in the way. The odds weren’t good if they had to fight their way out of here, even if he hadn’t had one arm that had recently been used as a knife block.
Out loud he said, “No.”
Walt laughed silently, a little huff of sound.
Annalise nodded in response to what Nyx was saying, then turned to face the room. Nikolett and Nyx both stepped back to give her the floor.
“Everyone here speaks English?” Annalise asked in her professor voice, a file folder in hand.
All but one of the people in the room nodded, and Vadisk moved to stand by
