Feral Crown: An Age Gap Romance (Crown Brothers Book 4)

“Alright, so what are we dealing with here?” Austin’s gaze lands on our eldest brother, Jack.

“So far, there’s no trace of who did it, but based on the footprints left behind, we either have a small man or a woman.” Jack’s words have my hackles rising.

Security on the property is tight as it is. Something just doesn’t smell right.

“The men of WRATH have been patrolling the area, and they haven’t notified us of any breaches.” Austin’s eyes narrow as he brings a hand to his face, his fingers rubbing at the stubble on his jaw.

“So, what do you think?” I look toward our youngest brother, wondering if he has the same assessment I do? “There are only two new people on the property. Both of which are close to the target, and both of which would fit the print description.”

Jace nods, knowing full well what I’m implying. There’s a family secret we’ve been guarding, and he’s the only one that holds the tangible proof.

What are the odds that it’s his girl being targeted? The odds that the only ones who fit the print description are those closest to her as well?

“Jace, you’d be the best one to fill us in,” Austin walks over to our youngest brother, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Any clue why they’d want to hurt your girl?”

At this, Jace visibly bristles. “You mean just like they went after Blanca, your deceased wife? Or Anaya, your now fiancé?” Jace stands, heading straight for the bar. “Your guess is as good as mine, brother. What do these men want with the Crown women?”

“The common denominator? The Crown men.” Matt rubs at his mouth, his eyes glossed over in thought. “But we still don’t know what it is they’ve been after. Yes, we know our parents had dealings with El Jefe’s cartel. But they’ve all been taken out, haven’t they?”

I step up, needing to keep Matt and the rest of my brothers away from the truth for as long as possible. “All but El Jefe and his brother. But we know where they are and there’s no escaping their rival cartel’s hold.”

“Not unless it’s through death,” Jace adds, one of his brows arching as he smirks.

“Don’t give Austin any ideas,” Jack reprimands, making Matt laugh but his tone is dark.

“Ha! The one you have to worry about going all machete happy is Austin.”

Oof. It wouldn’t be our brother’s first decapitation, and I doubt the memory is a pleasant one to conjure.

Unable to stay quiet, I speak up. “That was low, even for you, brother.”

Austin shakes his head, raising both palms toward the room. “It’s all good. I’ve got the love of a good woman and a shit ton of Matt’s Tortured Crown Whiskey—the best healing agents in the world.”

I raise a brow to this. He’s full of shit. No woman—and certainly no booze—has the power to heal, but I leave it that, unwilling to stir the pot.

If he thinks he’s, had it bad, I pray he never finds out what lurks deeper in the shadows.

“Alright, so what’s the plan then? We can’t keep the women on lockdown forever.”

My brows go up at Jace’s words, the thought of that sounding extremely tempting.

“Oh no, Hunter.” Jack chuckles. “I see that look on your face. I highly doubt Ericson would be happy with you keeping his sister captive.”

Matt snorts. “Yeah. Care to tell us what happened there? You two seemed so close. He was your best friend.”

This makes Austin spit out some of the whiskey he’d been sipping. “Um, did you miss the part where he was banging Ericson’s little sister? I know I wanted to murder Jack after I found out he’d been with Pen. Safe to assume that this new animosity has something to do with that.”

I roll my eyes, not wanting to go down this road. “Let’s just leave it at the Crown men having a penchant for the forbidden.”

Smirking, I see all of my brothers nod except for Matt. “Speak for yourselves. I may have ninety-nine problems, but a taboo bitch isn’t one.”

“Watch it!” Jack roars, and I’m surprised Matt doesn’t disintegrate on the spot from his stare alone. “Talk all the shit you want, but I will not have you disrespecting any of the Crown women. Lord knows they already get enough heat from the town gossip mill.”

Raising a hand, Matt backs down. “My bad, brother. Didn’t mean to offend.”

I shake my head, needing to reign in this circus. “Enough of this. What’s the plan.”

“The men of WRATH are still trying to find out what the cartel wants with our family. Yes, we know our father had business dealings with them. But to our knowledge, they ended before they were run off the road.”

Silence falls on the room, a darkness we’ve been carrying for the past five years resurfacing and taking over. Though we haven’t been able to prove it, we know our parent’s death is linked to El Jefe’s cartel.

“Okay, but I vote that we also jump in on the search for truth.” Austin takes a pull from his tumbler, letting the lip of the glass rest on his mouth a beat before he continues. “Cautiously, of course. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Have you?” Jack asks, brows raised.

“I second Austin’s vote,” Matt chimes in.

“Fuck it. What’s life without a little adventure.” Jace lifts his glass in cheers. “Count me in, too.”

Jack and I exchange a knowing glance. These fools don’t know the Pandora’s box they’re about to open, but I’m not sure there’s any stopping it.

As if in agreement, Jack nods. “So be it then. We’ll join in with the men of WRATH.”

And with those fateful words, our future is sealed. I just pray history doesn’t repeat itself and we don’t end up in a ditch somewhere.

Three days later

“You can’t be serious, Eric? How do you expect the two of us to share this space? I barely have enough room to breathe!” Mel is waving her hands inside the bunker, her arms practically touching either side of the narrow tunnel.

Wow, this really is a shit hole, but I don’t dare say it out loud. I know that if I do, Mel will lose it and storm out of here, leaving her exposed to danger. Not happening.

Cutting into my thoughts, Eric’s voice echoes through the tunnel. “Hey, this is just the entry point, the deeper we go, the bigger it gets.”

“Why does that sound like a line you feed all the girls?” Mel snickers as we descend into the ground, the long pathway finally giving way to a living room of sorts.

“Keep that shit up, Mel and I’ll make you sleep on the couch.” Eric snaps back as he switches secondary lights on.

“Wait, there’s only one room in this place?” Melissa spins in a circle before stopping with both hands on her hips. “Why can’t I just room with Mila? She’s down in Miami all by herself.”

I step into her, placing both hands around her small waist. “Because she’s the primary target, baby. There’s no way in hell I’d risk you being close to her right now.”

Mel’s mouth is hanging wide open, the site making me want to take it, biting down on the juicy lips before soothing them with my tongue.

“So, I don’t even get to talk to her?”

“You get one weekly call!” Ericson bellows from another room.

Taking advantage of the fact that it’s just us, I bring my mouth down to hers, sucking in her bottom lip and lathing it with my tongue. Fuck. She feels so good. This one kiss alone has me hard as stone, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her.

“Mmmph, does Daddy need his little girl?”

Fuck me. This woman has the power to bring me to my knees.

“You have no idea, baby doll. I need you bouncing on my cock, right the fuck now.”

“Too bad I’m not your girl. Otherwise I’d let you.” She bats her lashes at me, thinking she’s being slick with her seduction.

“I don’t know what delusion you’re under, baby, but you’re mine. Every bit of you.” I cup her heat and give it a little squeeze. “And this pussy? Yeah, It’s mine too.”

Mel’s eyes narrow but I don’t miss the way her breathing kicks up and her pupils dilate. “The only way I’ll ever be yours is if you promise to always tell the truth.”

I take both hands and move them to her hips, squeezing the supple flesh before I’m giving her one hard thrust. “Agreed. I’ll always tell you the truth…” I lift her up by her ass, wrapping both of her legs around my waist as I walk us to the rear wall. “As long as it doesn’t jeopardize your safety.”

My baby groans in frustration but it quickly turns into a moan as I grind against her slit, my cock already at full mast, begging for just a little taste of that sweet cunt.

“Hunter,” Mel whines, her hips pivoting as she chases the high only our bodies can give. “Please, just agree already.”

“Agree to protect you? Always.” Lowering a hand, I rip her jean shorts open, the small metal button ricocheting against the buckle of my belt. “Agree to make you feel good? Always.” I trace two fingers up her silky folds, loving the way she pushes herself against them. My greedy girl. “Agree to fill you up? Always.” I thrust those fingers inside her heat, instantly feeling her squeeze around me.

“Oh, god.” She arches her back, shoving her juicy tits in my face. Unable to help it, I lower my head and take one into my mouth, t-shirt be damned. “Fuck, Daddy. That feels so good”

Christ, how I love the sound of that.

Mel is writhing against me, my mouth latched on and working her tit right over the cotton fabric. It’s fucking fantastic, but I need more. I need her naked.

“Tell me you want this, baby. Tell me now.” I’m two seconds from ripping off her clothes, my dick is so painfully hard, it needs inside. “Your brother. He’s in the other room, but I don’t give a fuck. You tell me you want your Daddy, and I’ll give you what you need—what we both need.”

Mel’s eyes lock on mine, a brow raising before her hands go to her full breasts, massaging and pushing the two mounds together—the sight alone making my mouth water.

And just when I thought this girl couldn’t surprise me anymore, she goes and rips her shirt down, exposing the prettiest nipples I’ve ever seen.

“I need you, Daddy. I need your mouth right here.” My angel takes a dusky pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling the distended tip back and forth, waving it like a damn red flag in front of a raging bull.

God, how I’ve missed these.

“Go on, baby. Feed me that gorgeous tit while I play with your pretty little cunt.”

And without missing a beat, my girl cups one of her breasts before pushing it forward and bringing heaven right to my mouth. Heaven. That’s exactly what this must be as my lips wrap around the dusky pink circle and my tongue lathes against the hard little nub.

“Yes, Daddy.” Mel arches further into me, her hips pumping hard on my hand. “Suck. Just. Like. That.”

Fuck. She’s delicious.

Adding another finger to the mix, I pump faster and harder, getting her ready for my girth because there’s no way in hell I’m not getting inside. I don’t give a shit if her brother has to stand there and watch. I’m shoving myself inside that wet pussy if it’s the last thing I do.

Squelching sounds mingle with our moans and I know my girl is more than ready. And needing to see just how messy I’ve made her, I finally release my hold on her breasts.

Perfection, that’s what she is.

“Look at you, baby, taking my fingers so good. That greedy little pussy sucking them right up.” I spread my fingers wide, making her moan at the fullness, but her thrusting never slows. “Yes, I think you’re ready for Daddy’s cock. What do you think?”

“Like fuck she is!” I turn to see Ericson standing at the threshold, nothing but sheer horror painted across his face. “Put those things away, Mel!”

My old friend is covering his eyes, shielding his vision from Mel’s beautiful breasts, and I can’t help but scoff.

“Brother, you either get the fuck out of here or get a free show,” I reach into my jeans and give myself a tug. “Because I’m not slowing down.”

“Awe, fuck! Are you kidding me?!” His look of disgust is the last thing I see before Ericson retreats, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

I wasn’t bluffing, I would’ve taken my girl, audience and all. I know it’s wrong. It’s filthy. But fuck if I care.

Looking into Mel’s eyes, I see she wouldn’t care either. We’re lost in each other. Too far gone in this lust to turn back.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” I soak in every inch of her—her swollen lips, glistening nipples and heaving chest. I want all of her all at once.

Mel smirks, her brow raising. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

I throw my head back and laugh, my girl knowing just what to say to get me going. “Oh, I’m fuckin’ you alright.”

Without hesitation, I grip fingers around my girth, guiding the swollen head to nirvana, only letting go once I’m safe and snug inside her wet hole.

“Shit, baby. So. Damn. Tight.” Just then, Mel squeezes around me, my vision blurring as she threatens to make me cum with just her words.

“So tight, and just for Daddy.” She hits me with a one-two of emotion and sensation when her fingernails run down my back as she presses our bodies closer together, her small lithe one grinding and rolling against my much larger one.

“That’s right, doll.” I bite her neck as I pound into her, shoving her body up against the wall with each thrust. “These legs, they only open up for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” She’s shouting with every push of my hips, the prettiest of sounds coming out of her.

And as she clenches and shudders around me, I know my girl is close, and so am I. I’m not sure how much more of this blinding pleasure I can take.

Grabbing hold of her ass, I pull her tight little cheeks apart, a fat digit finding the puckered hole and teasing it open. As expected, my baby gasps and groans.

“Gah!” She shakes her head, eyes squeezed shut. “No, Daddy. You only get that if you give me what I want.”

“Wrong, baby. I told you…” I gently press my way inside, Mel’s eyes opening wide before they’re rolling back in her head. “Every bit of you is mine. Mine to protect and mine to pleasure.”

Our thrusting never stops, my digit now in sync with every push and pull as my girl’s fingers dig into my shoulders. And like magic, my doll’s mouth rounds into the prettiest ‘O’ her body bearing down on mine as her hips shake and shudder.

“There she is.” I let her ride out her release for as long as I can muster, but it doesn’t take much more of her walls squeezing around me to have me spilling inside her, my chest vibrating as I roar out my release.

Together, we climax, reaching the pique of pleasure in each other’s arms. And at this moment, I know, no other woman will do. She’s my baby doll, my everything, and I’d rather die than have to live a day without her.