Captured By The Mercenaries

“How is she?”

“Sleeping. The cut should heal with no problem,” I told them. “Any sign we were followed?”

“None. If they had more men, we lost them in the spiderweb of paths up here,” Arsen responded.

“What’s the plan?” Sig asked, watching me.

“I’m going to head into Tikrit and get in touch with my contacts.”

They both frowned. “Is that a good idea?” Sig asked. “After what just happened-”

“We need to figure out who was behind this attack and cut them off at the knees,” I responded, interrupting him. “Otherwise we’re going to keep getting pushed into more situations like the one last night. You’ll both stay here with Colby. Wait for me to return.”

“Maybe I should go with you,” Arsen offered.

“I’ll be faster and less conspicuous on my own. I know how to blend in,” I said. They were worried and honestly, so was I, but we didn’t have many choices. This was the option that would get us information the quickest. I had a way of blending in that the other two couldn’t match. It made it easy for me to pull intel out of the locals. With Arsen in tow, it would be a big red flag to anyone keeping an eye out, and would end up getting back to Roj or whoever was tracking us.

They knew as well as I did, going into any kind of village or city with a decent population was dangerous. Especially since we weren’t sure which group was after us.

Before they could argue, the sound of the tent unzipping caught our attention.

“You should be sleeping, Gor-” Sig’s words broke off mid-sentence.

We all sat, dumbstruck, as she stepped out of the tent. Naked.

The penetrating cold didn’t matter anymore, my dick hardened as my body heated. She was fucking perfect. Those gorgeous tits were full and pert, her nipples hard thanks to the temperature.

Her smile was shy, but she didn’t try to hide her body from our gazes. She waited patiently while we looked our fill.

“What are you doing, Pet?”

She flashed me a challenging look. “I’m staying with you, permanently.” She swallowed hard, whether from nerves or arousal I wasn’t sure.

I stood up and stalked over to her, the others on my heels. She backed up into the tent and laid down on the piles of blankets.

Staring down at her, I admired the length of her body and the way her hips curved gracefully. Her body was lithe and strong, but tempting for the curves she did have.

Lust heated her eyes as we watched her. She lifted her hand and cupped her own breast, pinching her nipple. The moan that slipped from between her lips made pre-cum bead at the tip of my cock.

I knelt down near her and smacked her hand away. “Those are mine to play with.”

“Ours,” Arsen corrected.

“Then maybe you should touch me before I die of old age?”

Sig’s chuckle filled the tent and I arched a brow at her. “Demanding all of a sudden, aren’t we?”

She gave me a toothy smile, not looking the least bit repentant.

Gripping her tit in my hand, I leaned down and kissed her. Her lips parted for me, urging me to dip my tongue into her mouth. She moaned as our tongues rubbed together and arched into my hand.

“She’s already wet,” Sig groaned from behind me.

I broke the kiss off and gave her a wolfish smile. “Is he right, Pet? Are you wet?”

She bit her lip and nodded. Red crept into her cheeks and I found it adorable. She’d soon lose that insecurity of hers, I’d make sure of it.

Dipping my fingers down to her core, I smiled as I played with her pussy. She wasn’t just wet, she was soaked. She hadn’t slept very long, but must have had a good dream while she did.