The captain’s cabin on the Revenge rocked with the Caribbean swell. Dim lantern light flickered over sweat-slicked wood. Air thick with rum, salt, and musk. Jack Rackham slouched at his table, frustration boiling. Ann Bonny, his fierce second disguised as Adam, burst in with the new recruit, Mark Read. Her black eyes burned. Heart pounding like cannon fire.
Jack’s pulse raced. Ann’s hand grazed his chest, nails scraping through linen. Heat surged. She smelled of gunpowder and sea. ‘Problem, Jack?’ Her voice low, husky. He growled, jealous fire in his gut. She’d fucked the prisoner. Left him alive. Risky as hell. But her touch ignited him. Skin flushed hot. Cock twitched hard.
The Fever
Ann smirked, wicked. Pulled Mark forward. ‘Watch.’ Young sailor’s eyes darted, chest heaving. Fear mixed with hunger. Ann’s fingers yanked his shirt. Fabric tore. Full breasts spilled out, nipples hard peaks. Jack’s breath hitched. Heart hammered. Another woman. Fierce like Ann. Mary Read. Disguised pirate. The air crackled. Desire clawed up his spine.
Mary stood frozen, skin glowing golden in lantern glow. Ann’s gaze devoured her. Jack’s too. Tension coiled tight. Ann leaned in, lips brushing Mary’s ear. Whispered command. Mary’s knees buckled. Pulse thundering in their throats. Sweat beaded on flushed skin. Urgency gripped them. No turning back. The fever burned red-hot.
Ann shoved Mary down. ‘Suck our captain.’ Mary’s lips parted, trembling. Jack’s cock strained against breeches. Ann’s hand freed it, thick and veined, pulsing. Mary’s mouth hovered, breath hot. Jack grabbed her hair, rough. Thrust in. Wet heat enveloped him. Ann watched, thighs clenching. Her own pussy ached, slick.
Jack groaned, hips bucking. Mary’s tongue swirled, eager. Ann stripped fast. Her pale skin gleamed, curves taut. She straddled Jack’s face, grinding down. His tongue plunged deep, lapping her juices. Salty-sweet flood. Heartbeats synced in frenzy. Sweat poured. Cabin spun with the ship.
The Blaze
Ann’s fingers tangled in Mary’s hair, guiding her sucks. Deeper. Faster. Mary’s moans vibrated Jack’s shaft. He gripped Ann’s ass, bruising. Fingers dug in. She rode his mouth hard, clit throbbing. Climax built like a storm. Mary’s hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing furiously. All three slick, gasping.
Jack exploded first. Hot spurts down Mary’s throat. She swallowed, greedy. Ann shattered next, flooding his face. Body convulsed. Mary followed, fingers buried deep, crying out muffled around nothing now. They collapsed in a tangle. Skin on skin, scorching. Breaths ragged. The blaze consumed them.
Hearts slowed. Sweat cooled sticky on fevered flesh. Jack’s chest heaved under their weight. Ann’s head on his shoulder, Mary’s curled against her thigh. Silence but for creaking ship and distant waves. Skin still tingled. Nipples peaked against him. Pussies pulsed with aftershocks.
Jack’s hand traced Ann’s curve. Possessive. Mary’s eyes met his, bold now. No regrets. Just raw bond forged in fire. They’d rule this crew. Fuck the risks. This hunger bound them tighter than ropes. Unique blaze. Unforgettable. Ashes smoldered, ready to reignite.