Page 60 of Spitfire

It was just a matter of planting evidence to substantiate our versions of the story, while we called for assistance, and attempted frantically to stop Jasper from bleeding to death. The blind rage I felt was like nothing I had ever experienced before. In fact, I'm not sure I did much of anything. I was in such a robotic haze, and Xavier handled most of it. Including self-injuring himself, and me, to make it look like both of us were attacked by Ashmaker.

Maybe it was the fact that there were dead bodies of women littered all over the woods, a hysterical young woman who'd been drugged and kidnapped, a wealthy serial killer dead, and one still on the loose. Not to mention three FBI agents either injured or dead, and a battered journalist, but Director Shaw and his superiors bought the shit we were selling. If nothing more than to contend with the PR nightmare that it caused. So far, other than Ashmaker still being wanted by authorities, nothing more has come of it, and that has brought us some much-needed breathing room.

I changed positions within the bureau. I now only work on cold cases, instead of actively profiling and chasing serial killers. It's helped me focus, and also allowed Xavier and me more time to help the victims who have been forgotten. Without Ashmaker's desperate need to hunt and murder evil men, I'm actually finding that I love my job again. That, however, will never stop me from being grateful for all the years she protected me at the cost of her sanity.

"Where'd you go off to in that pretty head of yours, Spitfire?" His words pull me back from my melancholy thoughts, as his hands drag down my sides and reach around for my asscheeks, squeezing them tightly. He lifts me from the floor, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, as his hardening cock presses against my core.

I ignore his question, not wanting to let him know that I'm once again lost on everything that has happened to us. He wants me to move past it all, and focus only on our future, but it's hard with everything we lost. "What were you up to today?" I question breathily, as he licks and bites my neck. One of his hands digs into my hair, and forces me to arch the fragile column that's currently painted with his fingerprints, and hickies, to give him better access, as I grind over and over on his hard cock, in an attempt to get myself off.

"Research," he hums into my ear, while biting my sensitive lobe. Uh-oh, that can't be good. When Xavier starts doing research, it means another body is getting ready to drop. Xavier hasn't exactly given up his ways as the copycat killer. He's still leading Ashmaker's bloody trail far away from us, across the state, and then the country, so it never points back at us.

He takes the few steps to reach our giant bed, pushing me off of him, and making me bounce on the mattress, as he drops me unceremoniously, and he quickly strips down before me. My eyes roam all the new ink he has on his pale flesh. The name Spitfire, large and proudly on display on his chest above his heart, and surrounded by flames. He's also got three large zodiac signs intertwined, and trailing up his side now, and I try to hide how the sight of them makes me want to giggle. My poor serial killer boyfriend happens to be extremely sentimental, as I've come to discover.

"Why those particular signs?" I ask, amused, as he shows me the sketch he's having tattooed next. The intricate pattern featuring the zodiac symbols of Aries, Gemini, and Leo combined is beautiful. When you look closely, they all look like they're writhing in flames, with Aries at its center.

"Two are fire signs, and one is air. None can exist without the other, much like us, beautiful. They were always meant to be together, fueling each other. Aries will always initiate; she's the reason for everything in their world. Leo sustains with loyalty, strength, and courage, and Gemini adapts and connects both of them, while keeping them safe." His words make me want to cry, and I reach forward and trace the design with the tip of my finger, feeling a sense of belonging and completeness I've never known before.

"Should I be worried, Spitfire, that my hard cock is right here waiting to fuck you, and you keep disappearing in your mind?" I rub my foot against his length with a chuckle. The different rungs on his Jacob's ladder caress the sole of my foot as his warm flesh thrusts forward, and he releases a groan that has my insides melting, and my pussy weeping.

"Not at all, I was just admiring your pretty ink, and that amazing cock." I smirk as I spread my legs wide, and allow him to glimpse how wet I am already for him. "Trust me, I've been thinking about you filling me up most of the day."

"Fuck, you have such a pretty, pink cunt. Take the mask off. I want to see your beautiful face, especially when I'm making you scream." I reach for the mask and pull it off my face, just as I hear the door to our room opening.

"What was that about making her scream?" A husky, deep voice asks as his firm footsteps on our hardwood floor carry him closer, until he stands next to the bed in his dark suit, his badge still on display at his waist, a naughty, excitement-filled expression on his whiskered face, and his midnight eyes sparkling with life.

I release some of the pressure that will forever live in my chest, at seeing him grin down at me like a feral wolf ready to devour his dinner. I'll never get tired of hearing him just breathing, of seeing him upright and playful. The horror of watching him almost bleed out and die, with a gunshot so close to his heart, still causes me to wake in a cold sweat most nights. I almost lost him, and I don't know if I could have survived that.

Having him alive and well, and still part of my life, is a blessing I couldn't have imagined. When he was recovering, he decided that he was done fighting Xavier, and at first I feared that meant he was done with me too, but when he proclaimed that I belonged to both of them, I was taken aback, but also exhilarated that he wasn't leaving me. Not that I was sure I would have let him. I was ready to go full psycho and lock him in my basement.

It hasn't been easy adjusting to both of them, and their possessive, domineering ways. They spend most of their time trying to outdo each other, and seeing which one of them can make me scream the loudest, or have the most orgasms. Not that I'm complaining in the slightest; my pussy's never been so happy or well used. The three of us have formed a family of sorts, buying a house together, in the woods outside of town, to keep prying eyes out of our unconventional relationship.

Jasper ended up getting the promotion we were both gunning for. I like to tease him that they only gave it to him because he got shot, and I transferred divisions, but we both know that's not true. He's a fantastic agent. His new position has come with perks he uses to help Xavier and me continue our work, and cover our tracks when necessary. We're united, working together to still rid the world of the evil monsters who prey on the young and vulnerable. Does it matter that we're predators too? Only a monster can truly hunt and kill another monster.

"I think she needs a little nighttime run, and to be fucked into the ground when we catch her. It's been a while since we've had a chase, so what do you say, little vixen?" Fuck, yes!

"You're all talk, Jasper. We both know I'm quicker, and you'll never catch me unless I want you to," I reply with a naughty smirk, as Xavier crows with laughter and pushes my foot away, bending down to suck on my nipple. My body arches, filled with needy energy, as I watch Jasper stripping off his clothes, until he's as naked as we are.

The bullet wound on his chest is still pink with fresh skin, a reminder that this man almost died to protect me. I shove Xavier away, and get on my hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed, and rising onto my knees. My lips find his injury, and I place a soft kiss on it before I lash and bite down on his puckered nipple, and his hand instantly fists my hair, as his hard cock presses against my abdomen.

"Trying to distract me, little vixen, won't work. I'll fuck you now, and still make you run through the woods so I can hunt you down." He grips my jaw, and forces my lips to meet his in a blistering kiss that's all heat, teeth clashing, and tongues intertwining. I'm gasping for breath when he finally releases me, and I peek over my shoulder to see Xavier enjoying the show while he jerks himself off. God, why is that so fucking sexy?

"Yeah, I'm not making it out to the woods before I have to be deep inside of her." He climbs back onto the bed and moves in behind me, pushing at my back and forcing me to bend forward, until I'm on my hands and knees once more, with my legs spread wide and my lips pressed against Jasper's weeping crown. "Fill her throat, and don't be gentle," Xavier instructs, as he slips two long fingers inside my core and begins thrusting, while his thumb rubs circles around my puckered hole.

Jasper grunts with annoyance at the command, but he fists my hair tightly, guiding his thick, hard cock past my lips, and allowing me to bob up and down and slobber over his length. His other hand wraps tightly around my neck, causing my breath to stutter as he slams home into my throat, and forces me to choke and gag.

Xavier seizes the moment to pull his fingers out, and fill me slowly with each delicious inch of his massive cock, each rung of his piercings caressing my delicate flesh, and my body jolting under the assault of both my men. "So fucking tight and warm. You feel so good wrapped around my cock like a vice, Scarlett," Xavier moans as he slams home, and grips my hips tightly to hold me flush against his pelvis, as my core contracts to accommodate his length and thick girth.

They move me back and forth between them like I'm boneless, thrusting and filling me up until I'm delirious with pleasure. Saliva dribbles down from the corner of my lips, meeting salty tears as Jasper ruthlessly fucks my throat, and chokes me. My core spasms over and over again, and Xavier's piercings rub against my walls, and hit a spot inside of me that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My arms and legs tremble with the effort to hold myself up, as electric sparks tingle down my spine and limbs. Every nerve ending feels like it's on fire as my body tenses, my back arching impossibly, and I explode in a scream that's muffled by Jasper's cock.

"That's it, baby. Cream my cock and come for me, Spitfire," Xavier growls as he slams once more inside of my quivering pussy, and paints its walls with his cum.

"What a perfect slut you are, little vixen, taking his cock, and breaking so beautifully for him," Jasper groans as he releases his grip on my neck, and pulls out of my mouth. "My turn." He flips me around toward Xavier, lining himself up with my pussy, and slamming his cock inside. "Clean the mess you made off his cock, little vixen," he demands with a growl, as he picks up his rhythm, and the sound of our skin slapping together, mixed with my whimpers, fills the room.

Xavier's still hard cock appears before my face, covered in our sticky releases. He rubs the tip against my lips, painting them with the musky and salty mixture of the combination of us. "Lick, ah yes, just like that! What a good little cum dumpster you are for us. Take every drop! Fuck, yes, lick my balls, what a good girl you are."

I'm so aroused that I can feel the combination of my wetness again, and Xavier's cum, slipping down the inside of my thighs with each of Jasper's merciless thrusts. My next orgasm is barreling down on me, every part of me wired so tightly that I feel like I can shatter, with the electric current running through my veins. "No, you don't, baby. We haven't given you permission to come yet." A harsh slap greets my asscheek, producing a wash of heat along the surface of my skin, as Jasper pulls out, unexpectedly stalling my euphoria.

"NOOO," I scream, as Xavier slams his cock past my lips, muffling me as he chuckles at my despair. I drag one of my hands down to my soaked pussy in desperation, trying to get myself off, but Xavier quickly restrains one behind my back. Then Jasper grabs the other until I'm perched perilously between them, with Xavier's cock leisurely thrusting inside of my mouth.