The Hunters

Chapter Twenty-Four

 I somehow managed to sleep between their large bodies, with Ghost scooting closer during the night to also cuddle me. My mind initially wandered, wondering why these two men were this interested in me. Unashamed to hold me in front of others. Willing to make agreements to share me. Were they even polyamorous?

I woke on my own, seeing that I was the first one up. The women were still happily snoring away, clinging to each other in their sleep. König snored far softer than I thought possible, his mask moving slightly with his calm breath. I slipped from his limbs, glancing at Ghost before crawling away. He wasn't snoring, but his eyes were shut. He was likely awake but pretending not to be.

Exiting the fort, I dressed and pinned my hair out of the way. Pausing to listen to the others, I confirmed that I couldn't hear movement. Adjusting my coat, I headed through the falling snow to the gym.

The gym was chilly, the fire in the wooden fireplace barely present. Rebuilding the fire, I warmed myself until I was comfortable removing my gear. As I prepared to jog on the treadmill, the door opened, with Ghost and König stepping inside. I paused, stepping down from the machine as they approached.

"Now that we've got you alone, let's have a chat," Ghost announced, watching me as I sighed and moved to stand in front of the fire. Hovering around me, they exchanged a long look before Ghost informed me, "You are aware that we've made an agreement between each other. While neither of us like sharing, we've fought too many times in the past. Instead of killing each other, we're going to suck it up. Got it?"

I nodded, frowning behind my mask as I confirmed, "Loud and clear."

"Good. The other part of our agreement is how our relationship will end." I stiffened and he explained, "If the rumors about this mission are true, it'll be a miracle if we survive. We can't risk a relationship or feelings interfering with our focus. So during our training, we're skipping the standard wine and dining; the pursuing and games that come with dating. We're going to take turns fucking you until none of us can walk on a daily basis. Zero emotions attached. We're going to show you how good it can feel to release control to prepare you for the mission. Then we're ending our agreement when we take flight to wherever they're sending us."

I nodded firmly after a long moment of contemplation. "Deal."

"Good. Now, strip."

I smirked and gestured at the camera, seeing König stiffen while his pale green eyes sparkled humorously. "We disabled that yesterday," he informed me. "During your training session."

"Safe word," I decided, watching them strip their jackets while my abdomen tightened in arousal. "Each has one, or one that works for everyone?"

"One. You pick," Ghost decided, his eyes surveying my body hungrily.

"Admiral. Condoms?"

"Are you on birth control?" König asked.

"Tubes tied. I'm clean as well." They echoed that they were clean.

I nodded and began to remove my shirt, seeing König take a large step forward. "No. I want to undress you."

"Door locked?" I asked, watching his hands eagerly gripping the bottom of my shirt.

"Nope. Just going to have to risk it," Ghost challenged.

I contemplated the idea. I'd had risky sex before, but this place was filled with men who thought less of me. Seeing me in a compromising position will only fuel their opinions. "No," I decided, wanting to also test their respect of my consent. If they couldn't respect my comfort level, we were done.

Ghost's brows furrowed enough to be seen through his mask, his eyes narrowing on my face. König stiffened, his breathing freezing while he watched me with wide eyes. I grabbed my winter gear and began to layer, deciding that it was best not to exercise after ripping my stitches yesterday. Plus, I'm hungry.

Ghost grabbed his jacket and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him. I watched him leave with a frown before looking at König over my shoulder, asking, "You going to throw a tantrum too?"

"I-I'm sorry," he whispered, his gaze dropping to the floor. "H-he...uh, I'm sorry."

I released a heavy sigh before approaching him, offering my hands. His pale eyes lifted to meet mine nervously, his gloved hands wrapping around mine with surprising delicacy. "I'm not mad at either of you. I'm just not comfortable risking a sexist douchebag seeing us," I informed him softly, his eyes dropping once again as he contemplated my words.

König was silent for what felt like an hour, occasionally squeezing my fingers securely in a pumping motion as he thought. Struggled. Taking a deep, trembling breath, he announced, "I lied."