Disarray the hallowed cr.., p.12
Disarray: The Hallowed Crows MC 4, page 12
Killian dismounts his lover, standing to his full height, dick still swinging as his eyes trail over me to assess that I am here and okay. Ezra doesn’t bother covering up either as he does the same, ensuring I got back to them unscathed.
“Christ, put your fucking dicks away!” I turn, giving them some privacy to get dressed as Ezra calls out to my back, “You might as well get used to seeing them seen as though we are all gonna be sharing so nicely.”
I roll my eyes, that feeling of not being enough for her burning me from the inside out, but I know he’s right. Once we take care of Carter we are going to have nothing standing in our way of being together, and that means all four of us. I won’t make Rebecca choose, I know she wouldn’t do that to us, any of us, and that means trusting her with two of the most important people in my life. The four of us against the world.
As Ezra and Killian come follow me into the living room, I find myself desperate to know what is going on, why we are here, and what our next fucking steps are, but when I turn to look at them, only one question comes out of my mouth.
“Where is she?”
Having breakfast with the rest of the club without my guys here makes me feel like I am fourteen years old all over again. Back then I did whatever I could to stay longer at the club to try and catch sight of my three Crows. That included sneaking over early before school to have breakfast with whomever was around, before they opened up the garage. My dad would scold me for making myself late for school, but I knew he was always happy to see me and spend extra time with me. It’s that thought that makes my heart ache inside of my chest as I look around at his brothers, his friends, his family, and realize he will never sit here like this with us again.
Like he has a direct line into my thoughts, Alfred leans in close and nudges my shoulder with his. “He was so proud of you, kid, you know that, right?” He couldn’t possibly know what his words mean to me, especially from him. He was the closest thing my dad had to a real brother and I have always seen him as family.
I have to swallow down the lump in my throat as I nod at him in response, unable to form any words that won’t come out as a choked sob. There has been so much going on in the last few months, hell who am I kidding, the last few years. I don’t think I’ve had time to sit down and fully accept that my dad is dead, that he is gone and never coming back. There will be no more breakfasts, or sitting with him for hours while he works on his bike. There will be no more telling me that I turn calm into chaos, and he will never be here to accept that I love my three Crows, and that they love me back.
I’m sure that last one will have him turning in his grave, the disappointment burning the soil around him to ash, but it doesn’t make me regret choosing them. Even if he would have never accepted us together, I always knew we were meant to be.
Just as I have that thought, the front door opens with a bang, ricocheting off the wall from the force of it. All seven of the men around me are on their feet with a gun in their hands, before I can even turn around, and I have never felt more protected in my life. Yet when I do turn around and find those familiar green eyes boring into mine, the rest of them fade away.
Aiden stalks across the room, power dripping from his entire being, commanding every inch of the President he is, as he reaches me and slams his lips to mine without a word. His kiss obliterates me, consumes me, fucking owns me, as he reaches down and wraps my legs around him so he can sit me on top of the kitchen island without breaking our touch. I hear the scuffle of people around us, but I can’t bring myself to care or notice as Aiden’s hands start to roam across my body.
“Let’s give them some privacy,” Angel coughs out, clearing his throat, and guilt slams through me. Aiden must feel my tension because he immediately pulls back and rests his head against mine, but still doesn’t look away.
“We’ll meet all of you upstairs in an hour,” he demands, no less than a Presidential order, and the rest of his brothers, including Angel, file out of the apartment without another word. He doesn’t seem to care that we are in their apartment and not ours, no, the only thing he cares about right now is me. “Are you okay, Rebecca?” His hands cup my face so I can’t look away from him until I answer.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, two words so far from the truth it’s insane, but he sees the lie for what it is. It’s the only thing I can say right now when everything outside of this building is still falling apart around us. “Are you okay?” I ask in return, desperately looking over him and frowning at his disheveled state.
All he does is nod in response as he whispers against my lips, “I am now, Princess.” He kisses me again, this time softer and slower, like he is savoring the taste of me on his tongue, and all I can do is melt into him once more. He’s home, my home, I finally have all three of my Crows back, and I refuse to lose them again.
His lips trail along my jaw, down my neck to my collarbone, and I can’t help but lean into his touch, my skin buzzing with anticipation of where his mouth will land next. “Come shower with me,” he whispers into my neck, and I am already nodding before he has even finished getting out his words.
He wraps one arm under my ass, picking me up effortlessly, and stalks deeper into the apartment in search of the shower. It’s the same layout as the one I am staying in upstairs, so I nod my head towards the bathroom down the hall and he storms us towards it without another word.
When we get inside, he shuts the door behind us and slams me up against it, kissing me hard and fast, as his hands pull at my shirt to try and get it off. Before I can move to help him, he rips the knife from where it is still strapped to my thigh, and slices through the fabric without regret until it spills around my shoulders. He tosses the knife onto the counter beside us, and pulls the remains of the shirt off and onto the floor. His eyes flare when they trail across the ink in the middle of my chest, and suddenly desperate to see his own, I reach out and grab the knife and use it the same way on him: Slicing until I can reveal his own inked torso. My hands trail down his chest and along his abs, and when I see goosebumps start to rise beneath my touch, it’s like a switch is flipped inside of me. I need him everywhere. I rip at his jeans, struggling to open the button and zipper because I can’t get it undone fast enough, and then I am on my knees staring up at him.
I keep my eyes on his as I slowly slide him into my mouth, pushing my lips all the way down his shaft until I feel the tip of him teasing the back of my throat. I shiver at the gritted inhale of breath he sucks in through his teeth, knowing that I am the one to do that to him. His fingers slide into my hair on both sides as he gently pushes in and out of my mouth, and I relax my throat to try and take him deeper every time. Another moan slips out and I groan around his cock, so fucking hungry for him that I can barely even breathe. All I want to do is suck, to take him deep down my throat and have him come undone. I feel him getting harder against my tongue every time he drags himself against it, and when he pulls back I make sure to suck hard on the tip until he is growling.
“You look so fucking good down there, Princess,” he groans, his hands still fisting in my hair to hold me still while he slowly fucks my mouth. His eyes are dark as I widen my jaw and take his cock all the way to the back of my throat with a smile. He fucking loves seeing me like this, on my knees with my mouth full of his dick. You’d think it would feel degrading, especially given how I first found myself in this position for him, the way he used me, but the truth is, being on my knees for him makes me feel powerful, unstoppable. The way his eyes watch my every move, the way he swallows thickly around his moans, and the way his fingers bite into my scalp until it hurts. Some people get on their knees to worship god, but I get on mine to worship my President, and his two best friends, and fuck does it feel good.
The rise and fall of his chest is fucking mesmerizing as he starts to thrust even harder, using my mouth like I am his favorite toy. “You were fucking made for sucking my cock, Princess, always so fucking hungry for it.” I moan around his words, fascinated by the way he roughly uses my throat while looking at me like I am the only thing in the world that matters.
Our souls are connected so deeply that even if I died I know I would find him again in another life. I'd find all three of them, always destined to be together even after years apart. He pulls back abruptly, leaving my needy throat all too soon, with spit still dripping down my chin, and all I want is more. He strokes his cock slowly, swiping his thumb across the pre-cum now spilling from there, before shoving it into my mouth so I can taste him. “So fucking hot,” he whispers, holding out his other hand so he can help me climb to my feet.
He pulls his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, and then drops to his knees to help me out of my own. When he pulls them down he stills, noting the black marks on my hips that are only just starting to turn yellow. Killian and Ezra both ignored them, but of course they weren’t there when I got them. They didn’t stare into my eyes as Carter held me down against that table and tried to rape me. They weren’t the ones bleeding out on the floor unable to help me as the worst was about to happen. It’s then that I see the guilt in his eyes, the wonder about what we would have done if Kill and E didn’t get to us in time, if Carter had taken the last thing possible from me and ruined me forever.
I tell myself I would have survived, that the thought of his touch doesn’t make my entire body tremble with fear, but Aiden knows the truth, he saw it that night. I would have fought, I would have got back up like every time before, but I wouldn’t have been whole. I haven’t been whole since the day I met the Mayor of Black Hallows and he changed the course of my life forever, but I am still here, still fighting. I won’t let the crimes of a sick man ruin me forever, I refuse to cower and obey again. I am not his little rose.
Aiden’s head drops against my stomach, and a choked sob slips past his lips as he breaks. “I’m so sorry, Rebecca, I am so fucking sorry.” Tears start to swell in my own eyes at his words, but I refuse to cry, not again, not because of him.
Instead I drop down until our knees are touching and drag his face up until he is staring into mine. “I don’t accept your apology, I don’t, because you were right there with me, and you would have stayed with me until the very end, I know it. So don’t fucking apologize, not for him, not after what he did to you too.” I don’t have to say anything else, I don’t think either of us will ever forget the one girl to ever truly come between us.
I know it wasn’t her fault, that she was just as much Carter’s prisoner as we were, but I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive Daisy, or whatever her real name was, for touching him. That probably makes me a bad person, but there are worse things I’ve done, worse things I will do, and I refuse to make any sort of apology for that. The decisions I made through the force of the Mayor and their outcomes will all die with him, and I will have no regrets. So I might be wrong to hate her for something she couldn’t control, but it’s only because I hate myself more for letting it happen.
Standing on shaky legs, I move towards the shower and turn it on full power until the room starts filling with steam. Then I turn back to Aiden and hold my hand out to await his. “Wash it away with me,” I almost beg, desperate for him to take my hand and not treat me like I am some breakable little doll that is going to fall apart at any minute.
“It doesn’t work like that, Rebecca,” he murmurs, eyes still shining with tears as he stares up at me from where he still remains on his knees. So different from the other times I have put him there, and all I want to do is see him stand tall.
I shrug, like none of the trauma we have experienced matters, like it can just be washed away in the shower as if it never existed. “Try it with me anyway.”
Still he doesn’t move and I drop my outreached hand and walk backwards towards the shower, my stare never leaving his. I remember the first time I ever saw Aiden Graves, those emerald eyes staring down at my own as he pressed me against the clubhouse fence in wonder. I remember thinking I had never seen anyone more beautiful in my life. I remember the night of my eighteenth birthday, how he looked at me as I dropped my dress, those same eyes burning with an intensity I had never seen before. How his inked fist closed around his shaft as he watched me take his friend's dick down the back of my throat, like I just took his. He looked so fucking perfect, but they were nothing compared to now.
Naked and on his knees for me, watching me as I step under the spray and let the water cascade down my own naked body. I let him watch as I drench every inch of myself, my hands trailing over my skin in a way meant only to entice him. “You think what Carter did to me matters?” I start, my hands and lips trembling as we both pretend saying his name doesn’t affect me. “You think standing before him for inspection every day means that he owns me?” I watch his gaze harden as he realizes the position he’s in now is one Carter put himself in every single day of my captivity. The only difference is that Aiden is on his knees. “You think just because he put me in his cage or in his bed that it changed what was in my heart?”
My hands continue that path across my body, as I bring them to my breasts and squeeze them both tight until I moan, his restraint now hanging by a thread. “He could never own me, Aiden, no one could, not since the day I first met you. I am yours, and I am theirs, and despite what Carter Fitzgerald likes to think, he will never ever change that. I love you.”
He doesn’t move until those last three words, and then it’s like a magnetic force snaps into place at the sound of them. Like me saying them set him free from his own curse, because one-second he is on his knees, and the next he is slamming me against the wall of the shower and kissing me like he might never stop. He hauls me into his arms and my legs come up to circle his waist, as he presses me against the hard tiles of the wall.
His cock is hot and hard between my thighs, and I groan into his mouth as it slides through my achingly empty pussy. My fingers clawing at his back, so desperate to feel him inside of me as if I didn’t just fuck both of his brothers only yesterday. That thought just makes me even madder until I have no choice but to plead with him. “Please, Aiden, I need you to fuck me.”
My words are moaned against his mouth, and I feel his smirk as his hand comes up to curl around my throat. “Feeling needy, Little Sully, you must be if you are begging for my cock.” There is a lightness back in his tone, that tears me apart to know I can still give that to him.
“Beg,” I scoff. “In your dreams.” I aim for my own voice to be as light as his, but as he thrusts his cock through the lips of my cunt my words are cut off into a moan.
“Tell me how much you want my cock, Rebecca.” His thumb rubs against the pulse point in my neck where it is hammering against his touch, as his other fingers squeeze even tighter. “Tell me how much you need it, beg me to fucking give it to you.” His free hand cups my breast, as his other thumb starts to wreak havoc on my nipple until I am panting hopelessly. “Mmm, I can feel you dripping on my cock, Princess.”
I almost black out when he roughly pinches my nipple, and the words are leaving my mouth before I have even granted them permission to do so. “Fuck me, Aiden, please, I need your...” My sentence turns into a scream as he slams his cock inside of me fiercely, and I throw my head back and moan as he pumps into me hard and fast.
“So tight, so wet, so fucking mine,” he grunts against the base of my throat, those same words he said on that first night we all shared. I press into the hold he has on my neck so he can both feel and hear the moan I let free for him.
His cock slides out and back in, deep and fast, his hips pounding between my legs and making my body shake as I gasp out, “I don’t belong to you.”
A growl slips past his lips as he slams inside of me even harder, bringing his forehead to mine as I start to roll my hips to meet his every thrust. “When my cock is inside this tight little cunt, you fucking belong to me.” As if to reiterate his point, he shifts me so the angle of his cock starts to hit even deeper, rolling over that perfect spot inside of me until my entire body is completely trembling.
“And what about when their cocks are inside of me?” I ask breathlessly, taunting him to the edge of insanity, but he has to know I won’t choose. He has to share me with them, whether he likes it or not.
He grits his teeth, like the very thought of it causes him pain not pleasure, not caring about what fun we could have with all four of us together, until eventually he spits, “Then I guess you are fair game.”
I kiss him hard, pouring in every ounce of love I have for him, until he is fucking me with his tongue in time with his cock. Then I lean up and sink my teeth into his lobe as I whisper, “I guess I have three holes for a reason.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, his hold on me almost slipping as he absorbs what I just said to him. His cock slamming into me faster and faster, his hold on my throat getting tighter and tighter.
“Which one would you take, Mr President, when your friends have me spread out between them, where would you put your cock?” Aiden throws his head back and groans, loud and obscene, as my words wash over him, and when he brings his eyes back to mine, they are almost black.
“You fucking ruin me, Rebecca.” His hands slide down my body until they can grip my hips, and then he is slamming me down onto his cock as his own hips snap at lightning speed, fucking me, ruining me, breaking me, and then putting me back together again.
“You.” Thrust. “Ruin.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust. “Too.” Thrust. My words are barely audible above the sound of the water and his moans, but I know he hears them, feels them. I press my shoulders into the wall, forcing my body to remain still as he shoves his dick into me over and over again until I am almost seeing stars.
“Come for me, Rebecca, I want my cock fucking drenched from this pretty little cunt.” He grabs my hand and presses it against my clit until I start playing with myself, and then he is back to fucking me.
The entire room is filled with steam, so much so that we are almost blind, but as my body continues to shake and my orgasm starts to take over, the only thing I can care about is the feeling of him inside of me, changing me forever. When I start to come, his grip on me tightens, fucking me through it and no doubt leaving his own marks in place of Carter’s.
