Disarray the hallowed cr.., p.18
Disarray: The Hallowed Crows MC 4, page 18
Killian nods, his eyes staring at where both their cocks rub together, pulling in and out of my mouth as he murmurs, “She looks fucking perfect.”
Their words and stares tip me over the edge and I come again with a muffled scream around them, causing Aiden to fuck me even harder as he chases his own release. It doesn’t take long for him to get there, thrusting into me one final time, releasing hot spurts of cum until I am filled with him. Both of us are panting, sweat slick down my spine, as he pulls back and shifts my dress back into place to cover my ass.
Killian and Ezra quickly tuck their still-hard cocks back inside their pants, and then move to help me out of the car, and even after what we just did, I find myself blushing as Aiden’s cum drips down my thighs. Aiden steps out behind me and draws his gun instantly, pointing it towards the guards in the corner. “Avert your eyes before I put a bullet between them,” he warns, tone completely serious and lethal, and I have to look down so they don’t see how much his words affect me.
The four of us move as one through the garage towards the elevator, and as the doors close behind us I can’t help but feel that everything tonight has changed us forever. There is no more uncertainty, no more running from our feelings. This is it, we will be forever entwined as one.
When we reach our floor and the doors open, I’m not surprised to find Rhory and Nicoli standing guard by the apartment we all share. From the smirk they both exchange, I’m sure they have already heard about what just happened in the garage, so I make sure to match their energy and smirk right back to piss them off.
“Evening, Princess,” Nicoli purrs, ignoring the three men at my side completely. “Heard you just put on quite the show.”
Killian moves before either of them even detect him, grabbing Nicoli by the throat and bringing his blade beneath it in warning. “I’d watch your fucking mouth when you address my wife, dog,” he seethes through gritted teeth, and I’m not ashamed to admit his tone has my pussy aching for a taste of him.
Rhory laughs, unconcerned by the threat to his friend as he eyes Ezra with a cocky, knowing smile. “No wonder you can’t keep your hands off him, the silent but violent ones are always fun to play with.”
I take a deep breath, knowing that being married to three Crows means a lifetime of them measuring their dicks with everyone we come across, before I step up to Killian and put my hand on his shoulder. “Down, Killer, he’s harmless.” Killian cocks his head a little, but then to my surprise, he does what I say and takes a step back, his eyes never leaving Nic’s. I focus my attention back on Blade’s guys and smile. “I’m about to get filled with three cocks, so be sure to enjoy that show while you’re out here being your boss’ pet.”
They are both too shocked to reply as I move to step past them, but before I can make it too far, Aiden is grabbing me and lifting me into his arms, making me yelp out in surprise. I look at him in question, and even with the anger still lining his face from the guards he smirks as he says, “I’m carrying you over the threshold, Little Sully.”
A laugh bursts out of me before I can stop it as the other two move to grab the door for us, and then hold it open as we make our way inside. When it slams shut behind them, enclosing us in, I don’t think of the two men outside as I feel the tension rise. All three of their eyes focus on me, but Aiden doesn’t stop moving though. He walks us right into the bedroom, with Kill and E hot on our heels, until he can slide me down his body to my feet at the foot of the bed.
The other two come to a stop behind him, as he drops to his knees and brings his hands to circle around my ankle, lifting it gently, forcing me to place my hands on his shoulders for support. Then he unbuckles my shoe and slides it off, digging his thumbs into the bridge of my foot in a soft massage as he goes, before switching legs and doing the same thing on the other side.
When he looks up and catches me staring at him in awe and anticipation he smirks. “Do you like seeing me on my knees for you, wife?”
That word flows through me, like a new found drug I am quickly becoming addicted to, but I can’t help but keep pushing him right back. “Not as much as you like seeing me on mine, President Graves.”
I know my words affect him in the same way, and I don’t miss the smile on his face as he shakes his head, dropping it down to take a deep breath, before he rises back to his full height and steps back, falling in line with his brothers. All three of them watch me, and it’s Killian’s voice that cuts through the silence. “Strip,” he commands, and goosebumps rise across my body as that one word undoes me.
My hands tremble as they reach up to push the dress off my shoulders, the thin straps spilling down easily, exposing my bare breasts to all of them. When I reach for where the dress tucks in at the waist, I take my time undoing the zip that is keeping it in place, dragging my stare to each of them before I let it pool around my feet on the floor. I remember doing the same that first night when I thought I knew everything. I might have stormed into that basement like I didn’t have a care in the world, but the truth is, I was so nervous I could barely breathe. Yet now I don’t feel anything but powerful.
This is nothing like that time, or all the times Carter forced me to strip for him. No, those times were desperate, for a need that was purely selfish. One, to make them mine, and the other, to protect them with everything I had. The Mayor used it as a tool to own me, but the three men before me want to be owned by me. The difference is staggering, making me feel like nothing in the world could ever break us again.
Ezra is the first to move, taking the step I know he wanted to take that night, but now he doesn’t have to worry about hurting Killian’s feelings. He moves towards me, gripping my face in his hands and pulling my mouth to his. “Always so fucking beautiful, Love,” he whispers against my lips, molding his mouth to mine until his tongue can sweep inside and consume me.
I feel Killian before he does, moving in behind him and curling his arms around his torso to start undoing the buttons of his shirt. When Ezra pulls back, he drops his head against Kill’s shoulder, and lets me watch as he bares his inked and scarred chest to me. Killian starts to trail kisses up E’s neck and across his jaw, before lightly nipping his lips as he murmurs, “Lose the pants, baby.”
Ezra doesn’t need to be told twice, using one hand to unbuckle his belt and undo his button and zip, as Killian moves back to do the same. Aiden moves to the chair in the corner, sitting down silently to watch the show as two of his brothers strip down to nothing.
With the darkness staining everything in the room, and the only light coming from the moon outside, I can’t help but reminisce as Killian moves in to drag me in-between him and Ezra. I look up into his silent and brooding stare. “Are you going to order me to suck again?” I ask, with a smile, and the corner of his lips tip up in amusement.
“Only if you want me to, Sweetheart,” he breathes, bringing up the blade I didn’t notice in his hands before as he adds, “But I had something else in mind for tonight.”
My thighs shouldn't press together at the sight of the knife, and the underlying threat in his tone, but he makes me want things that I shouldn't. Things that other people might find wrong or fucked up, especially after everything I have been through, but he gives me the kind of pain that makes me feral for more. The kind that erases all the other, the kind that stitches all my broken pieces back together, and all I can do is plead for more.
Besides, pain is subjective. So is pleasure, and we shouldn’t be judged for the things that make us feel something, anything, especially in a world as fucked up as ours.
My silence must have been expected by him, because he moves to grip Ezra by the throat, dragging him in for a filthy, brutal kiss. Their lips collide in unrestrained need, making my heart beat harder in my chest at the sight of them, and when I flick my eyes over to Aiden, I find his are already on me. Watching me, detailing every little thing about me, from the panted breaths slipping past my lips, to where my thighs are rubbing together in need for something more.
When Ezra and Killian finally pull apart, I know they are both as desperate as I am for more, and when Killian turns to me, I know whatever he is about to do is going to change me forever. “Sit down,” he commands Ezra, pushing him into a seated position at the end of the bed, before reaching down and stroking his cock in quick, firm strokes until Ezra is groaning, pre-cum leaking from his tip.
I feel my mouth water at the sight of him spread out before me, aching for the feel of him inside me, as Killian rolls and twists his palm around his cock. Fuck, I am dripping and they haven’t even touched me yet, and the little moan that slips out alerts them to how desperate I feel. Ezra’s smirk is cocky as Killian grabs his hand and positions it to take over his strokes, and I watch with greedy eyes as E starts to jerk himself out.
“Look at you, so fucking desperate for us, Love, do you want us to fill you up?” He matches his words with quick, rough strokes of his dick, as Killian moves towards me and tips my chin up to him.
“Don’t worry, Sweetheart, tonight you are going to be filled up tight,” he promises, a wicked look in his eyes, as he moves to stand behind me, pushing me firmly towards where Ezra is waiting.
When we reach E, he spins me around to face him, pushing me between Ezra’s open legs until my ass touches his chest. I don't get a chance to enjoy the groan he lets out at the sight of it, because Killian steals my lips with his own, forcing his tongue into my mouth and groaning at the taste of me until I am trembling between them.
When he pulls back, I see that Killian has been replaced with the enforcer of the Hallowed Crows, his eyes dark and murderous as he watches me. I feel a fire lick up my spine at the thought of whatever he is about to do to me, and as I watch one of my three husbands drop to his knees for me, all I can think is what could be more powerful than being married to three deadly and dangerous Crows?
My ring brushes against the handle of my knife as I tighten my hold on it, watching them both with rapt attention. Rebecca is blocking most of my view of Ezra, but I can hear the wet tug of his hand on his cock, like a symphony in my goddamn ears. My own cock is hard and leaking as I come eye level with Rebecca’s glistening pussy, and I have to bite back the groan that rises up in the back of my throat.
I reach up to tap her inner thigh, motioning for her to spread her legs for me, and my eyes catch on her own ring, as her fingers flex when she obeys me. Her actions bring Ezra more into view and I admire the matching band on his hand as it strokes up and down his length. Fuck, his cock is beautiful, long and thick, with a vein running along the underneath that I like to tease with my tongue, but tonight isn’t about him, it’s about her, us.
My hand reaches between her legs to grab Ezra’s dick, batting his hand away with my own as I look up and lock eyes with Rebecca. “Sink down on his cock, Sweetheart, I can smell how much you need him.” Without prompting him, Ezra’s hands move to grip her hips, as he lifts her effortlessly until she is spread and hovering over his cock.
I use my hold on him, to guide his cock to her entrance, and then I shove it inside her and let myself bask in the mix of their moans and groans, as she sinks down his length. Watching him plunge deep inside of her does something to me that I can’t even describe. To have them both here in front of me, fulfilling my long-hidden desires and urges, it settles a part of my black soul in a way I didn’t even think possible.
A hiss from behind us sounds out and I snap my head in Aiden’s direction, to find him watching them the same way I was. Watching and waiting, just like that first night. Only this time he won’t take her from us, not because he can’t, but because he knows we are all in this together. His own cock is hard again, despite having just fucked our girl into oblivion in the back seat of the car, and he strokes it in slow, smooth strokes, rotating around the head in an almost lazy manner as he keeps his eyes fixed on her face.
When I turn back to Rebecca, her head is thrown back against Ezra’s shoulder as he grinds his cock up into her in a way I know she loves. His fingers are digging into the skin at her waist, no doubt leaving more bruises there, that mark her as ours. Yet all I can do is stare at her wet hole as Ezra slides his cock in and out of it, and I think I could gladly stay here and watch them forever, but I know she needs more.
There is a darkness inside of her that matches the stain on our souls. One carved into her heart by us, and pushed to fester by her time with the Mayor. Yet she doesn’t cower from it, isn’t scared by what she was made into. She embraces it, pushes herself to the edge with it like a true Crow, and all I want is to make sure every need of hers, no matter how dark, is always met by us.
It’s why when I bring my knife to her neck and press it into her skin until her pulse is scraping against the metal, I keep my eyes on hers, savoring the way her stare darkens in preparation for what is coming next. I don’t keep her waiting, dragging the metal of my blade down her sternum, between her breasts, and onto her stomach until I reach across to her waist. My other hand comes up as I thumb the area, searching for the perfect spot on her body to leave another one of my marks.
When I find it, I look up at her and smirk. “You can scream if you want to, Sweetheart, you know it only makes me harder.” Then I press the tip of the blade into her flesh and start to carve out the first letters of our names, digging deep enough to ensure it leaves a scar forever.
Blood drips down her hips and spills to her thighs where they are spread across Ezra, and he shifts to look over her shoulder, watching me closely as I slowly spell out the K, E and A, until they are bright and bleeding. Once I am happy they are done, I brush my thumb across them, grunting at the hiss of pain she lets out, yet still she pushes up into my touch like she is desperate for more. So fucking perfect.
“You’re ours, forever, Rebecca,” I tell her, like the rings on our fingers and the vows we spoke earlier aren’t enough, and I doubt no amount of words, jewelry, or blood could convey the depths of our feelings for her.
“I’m yours,” she breathes, looking far too fucking good with her pale skin tainted crimson, and when I dip down and drag my tongue across her red-painted skin and she moans. I know that forever with her, with them, will never be enough.
My tongue laps against her skin, cleaning up the blood I shed like a starving man finally finding salvation, and when I drag my tongue down to her pussy and get my first taste of her as my wife, I groan against her cunt like a savage. My hands gripping the skin of her thighs and pushing her legs open even further, until I can drag my tongue up and down the length of her cunt, letting it lap against E’s cock at the same time, tasting him and the remenants of Aiden at the same time.
“Oh fuck, Kill, yes, lick my cock,” Ezra groans, as he starts to fuck her a little harder, pushing them down onto my tongue even more until I snap. Then I am licking, sucking, biting, fucking, until she is screaming out another orgasm around him, and I feel her come into my mouth as I greedily drink her down.
Ezra is still snapping his hips up into her, no doubt chasing his own relief, and when I reach up and shove my fingers into his mouth to dampen them, he takes them easily. Sucking them deep towards the back of his throat until they are dripping in his spit, then I reach down and start to play with the mess between Rebecca’s thighs. Swirling them around her pussy and bringing her right to the edge again quickly, before backing down as she curses me. It’s cut off quickly though when I start to push one of my fingers inside her alongside Ezra’s dick. Then her curse turns into a moan.
I remember the last time I did this, when I found her and Ezra together and the jealousy of what they had burned me from the inside out. I wanted to punish them then, to show them that they couldn’t be without me, but all I did was show myself I couldn’t be without them. I ease another finger inside of her, stretching her out to the point where she is so wet that all I can hear is her pussy weeping.
Ezra had slowed his strokes, letting me use my fingers to stretch her open for us, watching every move I make like it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life. “That’s it baby, work her open for us, stretch that tight little cunt until it’s ready to take us both.” Letting his words fuel me, I add a third finger and bring my thumb to her clit to start rubbing quick circles around it, forcing her to relax and enjoy the burn.
“Fuck, Kill, yes right there, don’t stop.” Her tone is breathy and weak as she forces the words past her moans, and knowing I need more than her juices to make this work, I lean back and spit on my fist to get some more lube. Covering her pussy as much as I can, as Ezra continues to slowly tease her hole.
He pulls all the way out until his tip is barely inside of her, then slams back inside to the hilt, causing her to gasp and moan. When her body starts to shake and another orgasm starts to build, I pull out my fingers and replace them with the head of my cock, hissing as her wet heat starts to tease me. My thumb keeps up its pace on her clit and as she starts to scream out again. I slowly push the tip of my cock inside her at the same time as Ezra.
Her scream turns into a half-pained groan, her fingers reaching out to dig into my shoulders, breaking the skin with the force of her touch, until we are both hissing out in response. “Fuck, it burns,” she moans, pleasure and pain going to war with one another, as I slowly ease both mine and Ezra’s dicks inside of her.
“Take it, Bex, take it all,” I demand, pushing until both our thick lengths are filling her up completely. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from coming, and from the firm set of Ezra’s jaw, I am pretty sure he is doing the same. “Good girl, letting us fill you up with both our cocks,” I praise, stroking the hair off her face and dropping a soft kiss to her mouth.
We both give her a minute to adjust, and then I tap E’s shoulder to let him know I am about to move, and he follows suit. Slowly pulling both our cocks out and then pushing them back in again. Her breaths are forced as she gets used to the rhythm, and after a few thrusts, she lets out her first moan. I smile into her neck, leaning in to kiss my way up her throat and towards her mouth, as Ezra brings his hands round to play with her tits.
