My teeth clacked, sending shockwaves through my skull. Carven tore his gaze from the traffic and his wide blue eyes found mine. “We’re almost there, wildcat,” he soothed. “Hold on.”
Heat blasted from the vent in the back seat, drying my eyes. But that clacking of my teeth was all I could hear. Clack…clack…clack.
Sounding just like gunshots.
In the mall.
And the store…
And the cracking glass in that dressing room.
I wrapped my arms tighter around my middle as I stared at Carven’s stark white hair, still wet from the rushed shower at the compound. We’d disposed of the gasoline can there and the smoke-stained clothes, so I had to change back into the V-cut top I’d worn at the beginning of the night.
Before it had all gone to hell.
Red and blue lights still flashed inside my head. I couldn’t shake the image, no matter how hard I tried.
Red and blue from the fire trucks we’d passed as we raced from the mansion. But they were way too late. I closed my eyes. They were way too late. I clenched my jaw, trying to stop the violent clacking sound.
Carven said I was coming down from the high.
Of rage.
And adrenaline.
But still, in the dark depths of my mind, all I could see was that drawing.
That son with big blue eyes, his hands raised over his head in an act of submission.
Submission that bitch caused.
I opened my eyes to glance at Colt, silent in the front seat. Not just any son…mine.
The car turned hard and the headlights splashed against familiar houses. We barely slowed as we hit the driveway, the gate still open. I jolted as the seatbelt snapped tight as Carven braked hard, then slowed as the garage door rose. I searched the grounds, but found no one else. There were no guards to protect the house tonight and no witnesses.
I jolted forward as the Explorer slammed to a stop and the doors were thrown open. Colt slowly climbed out, his movements strange and mechanical. He hadn’t said a word since we’d run from that house and this was more than someone deep in his own thoughts. This was someone in pain.
My fingers trembled as I yanked the door handle and climbed out.
“Colt,” I called. But he had already reached the entrance to the house.
The garage door closed with a rumble. I started after him and hoped Carven would follow quickly. Guild wasn’t anywhere to be seen and for that I was thankful. I caught sight of my reflection in the kitchen window. I didn’t recognize myself with that pale, washed-out complexion, and the wide, unblinking eyes.
I followed Colt up the stairs, with Carven right behind me.
“You need to shower,” Carven muttered. “Scrub everything well, especially your hair.”
I nodded as my teeth continued to chatter. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the curled shoulders of the son in front of me. “C-Colt,” I called out again as he stepped onto the third-floor landing. “P-please stop…”
He halted just outside my door. But Carven didn’t, just strode past to throw open my bedroom door before he looked at his brother. There was panic in his gaze, real panic. He licked his lips, glanced my way, and turned back. “Brother, you might need to help her.”
I knew what he was doing.
He was using me.
And I wanted to be used.
“I feel l-like I’m coming apart,” I whispered. “I can’t stop shaking.”
Colt slowly turned his head toward me. I could see, even in the deep ocean-blue, that he saw me. He was fighting, fighting to surface through his memories and pain.
“Colt,” I whispered. “I need you.”
Anguish filled his gaze.
I stepped closer until I grasped his hand and pressed it against my breast. “I need you so much.”
There was a flicker, a deeper draw of breath. “I need to feel something more than this…panic.”
Carven unleashed a low moan and looked away. “I told you before, brother, this is what a good man does. You take care of your woman. You give her what she needs.”
I held Colt’s stare. “So, take care of me.”
The squeal of tires ripped through the night and drew our attention. I turned my head with the sons as that shrill sound ended and the faint thud of a car door followed.
Seconds.
That’s all it took before the front door crashed open, then slammed shut with a boom!
I couldn’t move, frozen by the resounding thuds on the stairs as they came closer. Then he was there, all unforgiving darkness as he strode toward me. His face was a mask of barely controlled rage. He turned that unmerciful glare to the sons, first to Carven, then to Colt, before he turned back to me.
He was angry…
No, he was savage.
All because of what we’d done.
“N-no one will k-know,” I tried to reassure him as I dropped Colt’s hand and stepped in front of them, protecting them as I shook my head. “London…no one will ever know it was us.”
He unleashed a growl and closed the distance to grab me around the waist and lift me.
“You smell like smoke.” He searched my eyes as I wrapped my legs around his waist, then carried me into the bedroom.
Carven and Colt followed, but hung back as he lowered my feet to the floor in front of the bed and continued. “And fear and pain.”
I looked up at him as he loomed over me. Those dangerous eyes stole my thoughts. Still, I whispered, “We had to do it.”
He reached up, cupped my jaw, searched my face, and scowled. “You think I’m angry about that?” He shifted his stare to mine. “You could’ve been hurt. They attacked you a that goddamn mall. They tried to take you. Fuck, when Guild called I thought my entire world was gone. I thought you were gone.”
“But I’m not,” I soothed.
He tugged the bottom of my top. “Arms, Vivienne. Let me look at you. Let me see what they did to you.”
I did as he commanded and lifted my arms over my head, just like I always did as he commanded.
Lie on the table.
Spread your legs…that’s a good girl.
My breath hitched with the rush of fabric across my face. The stench of smoke filled my nose, then it was gone.
“My little arsonist.” He dropped my top and reached around to unhook my bra. “You saved me tonight, all of you saved me tonight.” He met my stare. “I don’t want you to do that ever again.” He gently grasped my jaw as his eyes bored into mine. “Do you understand me?”
I sucked in hard breaths as pain flared deep.
“You could’ve been cornered,” he murmured. “You could’ve been killed.”
“We’d never let that happen,” Carven protested.
London looked at him. “Do you think I’d risk that? You think I’d risk any of you?” He flanked my side, stopping at my back. “You’re my fucking family. You’re…you’re all I have.”
Desperation surged with the words.
All I have.
I’d never had this…this connection, this savage need to belong. But it raged inside me now, churning and howling like a beast. My gaze was fixed on Colt’s as London worked the button of my pants, then dragged my zipper down.
I needed him. I needed him so fucking much. My breath caught as he reached up, grasped my jaw, and turned my mouth to his. The kiss was demanding and strong. I gave into the force and melted into that demanding hunger.
My slacks dropped to my feet.
London broke the kiss and left my lips throbbing as he turned to Colt.
The son’s gaze was riveted on the way London touched me and he blushed bright red as London skimmed my belly and cupped my breasts. My nipples reacted instantly, tightening as he thumbed the sensitive flesh.
“The thought of having to do that with her tonight sickened me,” London murmured against my ear. “I don’t want to do that ever again.” He lowered his hand, his fingers delving under the elastic of my panties. “I want this…only this.”
I shuddered as he found my clit.
“No more Order. No more training.” He reached lower and slid his finger inside. “It’s only us from this moment on. Do you understand me?”
I shuddered as his deft fingers stroked me while I stared into Colt’s eyes. “Yes.”
But my silent protector glanced at his brother, then murmured. “I made her…bleed.”
London let out a tortured moan. “You gave yourself to us,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear as he bent and pushed my legs wider before he reached back down and slid two fingers inside. “Is that what you did, Vivienne?’
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I obeyed.
London lifted his gaze and found Colt’s stare fixed on the movement of his fingers. “That’s my good pet.” Slick sounds came from my body as he thrust his fingers deep inside, stoking that ache. “Fuck, I love fingering your cunt, look how wet you are for me. Always fucking needy, aren’t you, pet? Always a needy, fucking girl.”
His breaths were heavy, and slow thrusts from behind drove his hard cock against my ass. One hand grasped my throat while he drove two fingers deep inside me. I released a moan as I thrust against his fingers. “You needy, pet?”
I trembled as London ran his fingers down each side of my clit to massage my orgasm closer. I reached up and grasped the back of London’s neck. “Uh huh.”
“Words, Vivienne.”
“Yes,” I moaned, panting. My senses were overwhelmed, then they crashed from the high, only to be swept away once more. “Yes, I’m fucking needy. Is that what you want to hear? Yes, I’m fucking needy. I want to fuck…I want to be fucked. I want…”
“Say it.” London dropped his head to growl against my ear. “Say what you want.”
“I want to be owned.”
His deep chuckle sent shivers along my spine. “That’s my good girl. It feels good to say it, doesn’t it? Say it again.”
“I. Want. To. Be. Owned.”
“That’s a good girl,” he snarled, his movements faster and more desperate, driven home with hard gasps in my ear.
“I’ll go,” Colt murmured, his voice raspy as he tore his gaze from the sight and turned.
“No,” London breathed against my neck. “Don’t.”
He pulled his hand out of my panties, then slowly dragged them down and knelt as they fell to the floor. “She wants you and you want her. I want you to want her.” He rose behind me, unbuckling his belt as he stood, and kicked off his shoes. “I want you both to want her. This can be just for us. She can be just for us. We can take turns, we’ll share her.”
Colt turned back to us, those dark blue eyes filled with so much hope. London unbuttoned his shirt, staring at the son. “Let her touch you…let her love you.” His shirt dropped to the floor beside me.
He reached up, gently grasped my jaw, and turned my gaze to his. “Is that what you want, pet? You want to be owned by us?”
His consuming stare raged with hunger. He searched my stare, his breaths heavy. I’d never seen him so raw, so…primal. So real. “Yes,” I answered. “Yes, I want that.”
London shifted his gaze to Colt. “You have your request, Colt. Stay, or go, but know this stays within our family. There is no sharing her, not with anyone else. Do you understand?”
Colt scowled as though the thought of sharing had never crossed his mind…until now.
Then he looked from London to me and slowly licked his lips.
My pulse kicked as Colt took a step, then another, and stopped in front of me. London released my jaw so I could look up at the son. Still, London didn’t stop as he dragged his hand down to cup my breast.
I stood suspended in desire, craving Colt’s touch, even as London’s fingers grazed my nipple. The son lowered his gaze to watch as London touched, then kissed the side of my neck.
“Make up your mind,” he urged behind me. “I’m about to fuck her, either way.”
Desire surged inside me at his words.
Colt didn’t speak…he didn’t need to. My silent protector was all about action as he grasped his shirt and dragged it over his head in one fluid motion. Those callused fingers were so gentle as he brushed my cheek. So tender, so controlled. I turned and kissed his thumb as London reached back down and slid his fingers through my slick and inside me again.
I shuddered and moaned at the breach of my defense.
Slowly, Colt leaned down and kissed me.
I closed my eyes at the brush of his lips.
Warmth against my neck.
Fingers slipping deep inside.
I slid my hands over Colt’s hard chest, and felt his racing pulse. “I want this,” I whispered against his mouth. “I want you, all of you.”
Carven hadn’t moved. I knew he wouldn’t, but still, he didn’t leave. No, he stood against the wall and watched.
Oh God.
Shudders tore through me at a stroke of my clit. I dropped my hands to the button of Colt’s pants. “I need you.” I stared into Colt’s eyes. “Please, Colt, I need you.”
“Listen to her, begging.” London reached around, grasped the inside of my thigh, and parted my legs. “I fucking love it when she does that. Beg, pet. Beg him to fuck you,” he growled as he reached up to grasp my jaw once more. “Beg him to slide his cock in your mouth.”
“I…I need,” I started, searching that bottomless stare.
“Please, pet,” London reprimanded as he searched my eyes. “Always start with please.”
My cheeks burned red, but I was helpless to do anything other than obey him. “Please,” I whimpered. “Please.”
“That’s a good girl.” London turned my face to Colt’s. “Now beg.”
“Please,” I gasped to Colt as London slipped his fingers out. One sudden surge, and he drove his cock inside. My breath caught with shock. My pussy stretched as I whimpered. “Oh fuck…oh fuck. Please, Colt! Plleaassseee.”
“That’s the way,” London moaned. “What daddy wants, daddy gets.”
My pussy stretched a bit further with the invasion. He was big…so fucking big. I opened my legs wider, desperate for more.
“Look down,” he grunted as he pulled out, only to thrust right back in. “So fucking tight. Jesus Christ, you’re so tight.”
My body trembled, my knees shuddered and shook. London placed his hand on the middle of my back and urged me to bend over. Colt had already opened the button of his pants and pushed his zipper low. There was just this now, just us. I reached out and grasped Colt’s thigh as London drove into me from behind and jolted me forward with a guttural growl.
I opened my mouth, desperate for Colt’s cock. Warmth slid along my tongue as I closed my eyes. He was so gentle, so fucking gentle, with feather-light brushes as he ran his fingers through my hair while London unleashed all that desperate need on my pussy.
Brutal.
Soft.
My core clenched as I worked that slick head along my tongue. Colt shuddered and gently grasped my jaw as he drove deeper into my mouth.
“That’s the way, son,” London urged. “Fuck that pretty mouth of hers.”
I couldn’t stop the impacts…or that wave as it built inside me.
Colt released a groan and cut off my air as he thrust his cock into my mouth all the way to the base. My body clenched and pulsed around London as Colt drove harder and faster, turning that big, sweet male into someone demanding…and savage. A moan tore free. Oh, God…oh, God…I clamped tighter as my body spilled over and sparks ignited.
“Look. Up. At. Him,” London growled.
I opened my eyes as my climax peaked. Colt’s deep blue eyes were riveted to mine. I opened my mouth wider as London gave one last hard grunt. My body trembled as he gripped my hips and kept himself buried deep as he came inside me.
Hard. Breaths. Short. Sharp. Whimpers. They were all I had.
Colt’s brow creased and his eyelids fluttered closed as he gripped my jaw, not once hurting me, and drove his cock in deep to flood the back of my throat with warmth. I swallowed, again…and again, then gripped the base of his cock and licked him clean.
“That’s the way, pet,” London praised as he slid from my pussy. “Get it all…don’t waste a single drop.”
I swallowed and swallowed, and caught the last drop with my tongue as Colt released my jaw. He sucked in deep breaths, his gaze fixed on mine as I straightened.
“You want her, you fuck her,” London urged, as he glanced from Colt to Carven. “But anything rougher needs to be discussed with all of us, understand?”
Surprise surged in me as Carven gave a slow nod.
Did that mean…he was thinking about it?
He watched me, then his gaze went to my thighs.
“Now, I have…things to do.” London bent down and grasped his clothes. “I take it you can entertain yourselves…this time without fire?”
Carven jerked a glare his way, but then the corners of his lips twitched as London stepped around, gripped the back of my neck, and gently kissed me. “Vivienne,” he murmured as he searched my eyes. “You know where to find me.”
Then he lowered his hand…and left the room.
Leaving me behind with my knees shaking and the tang of smoke and come in my mouth.
“I guess it’s time for that shower,” Carven muttered as he gave a slow nod. “Wildcat.” Then he followed London out.
“Do you want me to stay?” Colt asked.
I nodded. “I…don’t want to be alone.”
With a ghost of a smile, he headed for the bathroom, then stopped and held out his hand. That aching need to belong blazed inside me once more. I knew that this wasn’t normal…but then, what love was?
The hiss of the water sounded as Colt hit the faucets and adjusted the temperature, then he turned to me as he shed the rest of his clothes. I melted into his arms and lowered my forehead to his chest.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered as he ran those big hands down my back, and in a rush, it all came to the surface.
Losing them.
Losing me.
Finding us…
The real us.
The one I’d been craving my entire life and had found…finally.
And as the hot water beat down on my shoulders and his arms closed around me, I dropped my walls and cried.
