Disarray the hallowed cr.., p.8
Disarray: The Hallowed Crows MC 4, page 8
He growls into my mouth, hands dragging down my body as he palms both my breasts and squeezes them between his fists until I moan. Then he leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth through Ezra’s shirt, as my fingers try to desperately pull him in for more. When he pulls back his eyes are dark and lost to the lust burning between us, I don’t think twice as I reach down and shimmy out of the shirt until I can pull it off my shoulders and toss it aside, letting his gaze feast on my bare skin.
When his hands come down now they trail the ink of their Crow mark across my chest, as his cock dry humps my bare pussy and I push up into him. His eyes flick down and watch as I rub myself against him as if lost in a trance, and when I moan out loud he snaps, reaching down to grab my hips and shoving me higher on the sofa until his shoulders are between my legs.
First his fingers trail across my skin, dragging along my inner thigh as he trails closer to where I need him most. Then his eyes zone in on the two scars, one from him, and the other from him. I see the anger in his eyes, feel the need in his hold. He wants to fuck me bloody, and kill him even bloodier. Both would satisfy him just as much as the other, and when he leans down and traces his tongue along them, I shudder beneath him. He ignores my reaction, lost to the need pulsing inside of him as he continues to lick and bite my skin as he makes his way up my thigh.
When his tongue flicks against my cunt for the first time, licking my needy clit with just the barest of touches, the groan I let out could wake the dead, and most likely, Ezra. But I don’t care, I can’t care, not when at the first taste he turns feral, sucking my clit until he is biting hard, his nails digging into my hips as he pulls me closer to his mouth to devour me.
“You taste like him,” he groans, and I know he has found the evidence of my earlier in the night activities with the man we both love. “Fuck, you let him fill this pretty pussy with his cum, didn’t you, Sweetheart?”
I nod desperately, pushing against his tongue as it glides from one hole to the other, not leaving an inch of my lips untouched by his mouth. When his tongue pushes inside of me I gasp, my body breaking out into a sweat as I roll my hips into his seeking mouth, so desperate to come that you would think I hadn’t been pounded into the mattress just hours earlier.
His lips taste, his tongue licks, and his teeth bite, all of it so mind-blowing that I can barely think straight, and as he uses his fingers to slide inside of me, all I can do is dig my own into his neck and silently pray for more. It feels fucking amazing, yet still it isn’t enough, it could never be enough, not with him, and when he pulls backs and smiles against my slit, I know he knows exactly how to give me what I need.
“You love having this pussy filled, don’t you?” he asks, two of his fingers now slowly gliding in and out of my cunt as he watches me. “You want something long and hard to fuck you until you cover it in your cum?” Three hard thrusts of his hand, and my teeth sink into my lip as I nod, begging for more with everything I have.
With his hand still inside of me, fucking me roughly, he leans forward and steals another kiss, his other hand coming down above my hand as he distracts me with his tongue. It isn’t until I feel cold metal dragging down the side of my face that I realize what he was getting. The gun slides down my neck and between my chest until he uses it to circle my nipple and I hate how good it feels. How fear and excitement curl in the pit of my stomach at the thought of him hurting me, at the thought of me liking it. I guess Carter fucked me up good because even though I know the gun is loaded, all I do is l press in closer.
“I see you, Bex,” he purrs, dragging the weapon down my stomach until it presses against my groin. “I know what you need, what you had to endure to survive.” He pulls his fingers from inside of me and brings them up to spread the wetness along the barrel of the gun. “Pain fights pain,” he adds, circling the tip around my clit as I pant in anticipation. “Our bodies are trained to only focus on one bit of pain at a time, increasing it in one place, decreases it in another.”
The tip of the gun is pushed down and he slowly starts to slide it inside of me. I gasp at the unusual sensation of the hard metal as he continues. “I see your pain, I feel it, and now I am going to fuck it out of you.” He thrusts the gun deeper inside of me and I scream out at the intrusion. “Look at you, so fucking beautiful, so fucking powerful.” In and out, in and out, he moves it constantly, twisting and fucking me senseless until I can feel myself dripping on them both.
“Killian, please,” I beg, ignoring the fear of what’s inside of me, and instead enjoying the delight of danger he is putting me in. This isn’t like the Mayor, he could never bring me to the edge of fear and pleasure like this. No, this is all him, only my Killer.
“You fucking love it, don’t you? Love that you bring the three of us to our fucking knees for you, love that we would battle one another just for a taste of you.” He leans down and flicks his tongue against my clit, and I feel it glide along the gun to as my body begins to burn. “And god do you taste so fucking perfect, Bex.”
His mouth attacks me again, feasting on me as he fucks my cunt with the gun and I moan, begging and pleading for more. “Yes, Killer, please, right there, harder please.” My words barely make sense, but my body tells him more than my mouth ever could. Sweat is slick across my back yet still goosebumps come alive against my skin as every part of me starts to shake.
“Give it to me, Sweetheart, I’m not stopping until I can taste both of your cum in my mouth.” His words are groaned into my clit as he flicks it vigorously with his tongue, and when he twists the gun inside of me again, I explode, clamping down around the weapon as my orgasm rips through me.
My body is still trembling as he rips the gun from inside of me, tears open his jeans, and lines up his cock at my entrance. His cock is hard and thick as it pushes into me in one slick thrust, stretching me around him so deliciously until I am filled completely. I arch my back beneath him, letting him glide deeper inside of me, his hands finding my hips as he starts to roughly pump his length into me. I widen my thighs, pushing him in as deep as he can go until he curses into my neck.
He’s right, pain eases pain, but nothing compares to the feel of one of my Crows inside of me, erasing every bit of harm Carter ever brought me until all I can feel is them. That’s the kind of power I will gladly let consume me. It’s the kind of power I will use to protect us, and end Carter once and for all. Killian owns my body, Ezra owns my mind, Aiden owns my heart, and all three of them own my soul.
The Mayor tried to take all three of them so he could own me, but the only thing he will ever own again is his demise. I will never be his wife, but I will forever be willingly their whore, and their Queen.
Blood, pain, prison, murder, I’d endure it all, risk it all, as long as I have her, have him, have them. Rebecca thinks she tore us apart, but she doesn’t realize she is the one thing that truly saved us all from the depths of our own demise. I love the club, my patch, my brothers, but that is nothing compared to the feelings I have for Rebecca. She was made for me, just like Ezra. To take me, to love me, to be owned by me, and to be shared with the two people in this world I would trust with my life, and I refuse to lose her again. Carter will come for her, I know he will, because his feelings mirror my own. He thinks she belongs to him, but I won’t let him win, not again. He will come and we will be ready this time to end it for good.
I pump into her hard, gritting my teeth at the vice grip she has around my cock, relishing in the wet heat of her pussy. “Fuck, Sweetheart, you are so fucking hot inside,” I spit out, grinding against her like a dog in heat.
It has barely been a couple of days since I was last inside of her, yet like a moth to a flame, it wasn’t enough. I don’t think forever with her would be enough. Inside of her is searing hot and all I want to do is stay here and burn. I pant above her, dropping my head to watch our bodies slam together as one, while sweat begins to drip down my neck. I fucking love sharing her with Ezra, and the fun we had with Aiden was one of the hottest nights of my life, but having her like this, rough and raw, and all to myself. It’s like a gift from the gods.
I drag my cock in and out of her slit, coating my length in the slick heat of her pussy. She is fucking dripping for me, and I can feel her clit swelling against my cock at every snap of my hips. Each one of my thrusts making her inner muscles tighten around my dick until I am lost in her. I don’t look at her face or her body, no, my sole focus is between her thighs as I fuck her with a deep, punishing pace until she is moaning beneath me.
“Kill, more please,” she breathes, her hands reaching up to cling to my neck, as she wraps her legs around me tighter.
I can feel the raised skin of her scar grazing against my side as her movements push me in deeper. “Fuck, yes, that’s it!” I reach down and grip her ass, pulling her onto my cock again and again as she whimpers out in pleasure. “Fuck, Sweetheart, your pussy feels so fucking tight, you were fucking made for us,” I growl, my cock so hard I can barely breathe as she tightens at my words.
Leaning down, I grip one of her tits tight in my palm, pushing it up to my mouth so I can flick my tongue across her nipple before grazing it with my teeth. Her breath hitches in response, small little panted gasps slipping past her lips, as she raises her hips to meet my every thrust. God I am fucking addicted to everything about her, but the way she always seems so desperate for my cock sends me completely wild.
“Harder, Killer, please,” she begs, lifting her body fully off the sofa and plastering her skin against mine, until the only thing holding her up is me.
My road name slipping past her lips in a moan is my undoing, gone are the deep, rolling thrusts, and rough, loving touches. She doesn’t want to be loved by one of her Crows, she wants to be fucked by the club enforcer, and I know exactly what she needs. I rip my cock from her pussy, pick her up, and toss her forward over the back of the sofa. I barely give her time to catch herself before I am lining myself back up and thrusting into her from behind, slamming my hips into her ass until her body slumps forward doing nothing but taking me. Her cunt is so fucking tight from this angle that I can barely function, and I need more. I reach down, lifting one of her thighs, widening the space between her legs, as her hands fist the fabric of the sofa in an attempt to steady herself.
I know the instant the sofa starts grinding against her needy, neglected clit, because the groan she lets out practically vibrates through the two of us. “Yes!” she drags out the word on a moan, as her hips start grinding down against it as I fuck her roughly.
“That’s it, Bex, you fucking rub that needy little clit, I want you to cover my cock in your cum!” She moans at my words, and my fingers dig into her hips as her body starts to shake.
I can feel her orgasm right there, ripe for the taking, and stealing it from her will be my only perfect crime. “Killer,” she gasps, and I feel him behind us, his eyes watching her fall apart beneath me with my name on her lips. It sends an erotic rush through me to have his eyes on us, as I fuck the girl we were once both desperate for, and I pick up my pace even more.
“Come on, Sweetheart, come for me like I know you came for him.” I press into her, straightening my back as I lean forward and fuck her relentlessly until she is screaming out her orgasm.
“Ah, yes, god, fuck, yes!” Every word is strangled as it is ripped from her throat with a moan. She tightens around my cock and falls apart until her body goes limp and weak.
I don’t stop, though, no, I know she can take it. I fuck her hard with quick, sharp snaps of my hips until I can feel my spine tingle, heat flooding my groin until I throw my head back and come with a loud groan. Hot spurts flood her insides as I slowly start to decrease my pace until I am gently thrusting in and out.
When I collapse on top of her, I swear I can feel Ezra’s smile from here as he purrs, “Looks like I missed all the fun.” Rebecca doesn’t tense at his presence, so I presume our little Queen must have sensed him there too.
I lean up and rub my hands up and down her sweat soaked back, scanning the goosebumps that appear at my touch as I respond, “From what I tasted, you started the fun without me.”
Ezra chuckles as he erases the space between us, and with my cock still half hard inside of her, he leans over and presses his lips against mine. Rebecca groans below us, and I wish I could will my cock instantly back into action to take them both, but before that thought can resonate, he pulls away and drops down to our girl.
“Naughty, Love, leaving me in bed alone so you can steal my man,” he teases, brushing a kiss against her mouth. She sighs, which turns into a breathy half moan as I pull my cock from her cunt and watch my cum spill out of her.
“Fuck,” I whisper, soaking up to sight of it, as Ezra walks around the sofa to see for himself, cursing low beneath his breath.
Then heat spreads through my body as he reaches out and uses his fingers to push my release back up inside of her. We both watch his hand move in and out a few times until she starts to push back a little, and then groans as he pulls away from her. Before he can move his hand, I snatch it up and suck his fingers into my mouth, enjoying the taste of him mixed with both mine and Rebecca’s juices.
“Fuck, Kill, stop, you are making me hard,” he complains, watching me with rapt attention as I swirl my tongue up and down his skin with a smirk.
When I pull back and drop a kiss to the pads of his fingers he smiles, the tension I could see in his shoulders dropping completely as he whispers, “Are you okay?”
A breathy laugh leaves me before I drag him into my arms and embrace him, just breathing in the smell of him. I hear Rebecca move off the sofa, and feel her linger beside us, so I pull away, and drag her into us too. “I am now,” I admit softly, feeling the ease of some of my heartache, as I reassure myself that they are both here and safe.
“How did you get out?” Rebecca asks, which makes Ezra scoff a laugh.
“Really?” He looks between the two of us. “Just went straight to fucking, huh, no questions asked?” He asks with a smile, and I see Rebecca blush, despite the fact he just caught us with my cock inside of her.
I shrug, knowing from the taste of her that they didn’t exactly spend their whole time talking, but choose not to point that out as I back away from them and lean down to pick up Rebecca’s discarded shirt. I pass it to her, and she slips it on, the bottom of it reaching her mid thigh and I smile at the sight of her in E’s clothes, as I direct us to all sit down on the sofa.
“Some fucking big shot lawyer got me out,” I start, reaching into my cut to pull out a cigarette. I light it and inhale before I look between the two of them. “Avery he said his name was,” I add, and Ezra nods.
“Yeah, he got me out too,” Ezra muses, snatching the cigarette from my hand and taking a long drag before passing it back. “He was interesting.”
“Courtesy of the little blond queen I presume.” I note my thoughts out loud, and I see Rebecca nod as if she was aware of the plan already.
It’s not hard to guess that Elle King would have got her out first, she barely even tolerates us. The only reason we are in her pocket is because she saved Rebecca. I’m sure she saw something of herself in her, they both had to fight against powerful men to remain intact, like two broken spirits woven together by violence. Elle gave her something we could never teach her, and something Rebecca needs now more than ever. Hope.
“What about the others? Aiden?” Rebecca cuts in desperately. “Did this Avery guy get anyone else out?” Her eyes search mine wide, and I have to swallow the lump down into my throat as I shake my head.
“No, I asked about them and he just said he was working on it,” I tell her calmly, but to be honest it took everything in me to not grab him by the shirt and tell him to work harder, but given where I was, it wasn’t really the time to do it. I’ve got enough hidden blood on my hands, I don’t need anymore. I focus my attention back on Rebecca. “It will be fine, Bex, we will get them out, everything is under control.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip before she stands and retreats into the bedroom, and before either of us can follow, she returns holding a stack of brown files. “Well, we have a few things we can focus on in the meantime,” she replies weakly, handing the files over to me with shaky hands. I frown in both of their directions as Ezra sighs, and paired with the clear worry on Rebecca’s face, I know that whatever is in these files isn’t going to make me happy.
I don’t open them, instead I keep my eyes on hers as I demand to know, “Rebecca, what is this?”
Her own stare flicks to Ezra nervously, as she starts to fidget with her hands. “There have been some developments,” she starts slowly, as if trying to figure out her words and being careful what to say. “We found some new information and Elle did a little digging and gave me those.” She nods her head to the files, but still I keep my focus completely on her.
Ezra is as silent as death beside her as my jaw tightens at whatever they both aren’t saying. Rebecca keeps her eyes on the files, her knuckles almost white, as Ezra keeps his on the floor, blindly reaching for the bottle of whiskey I discarded earlier. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Her eyes snap up to meet mine as Ezra takes a deep swill from the bottle. “It’s about Mitch,” she almost whispers, and I feel my spine stiffen. Fuck, did the police find him? Is that why they both look wounded? The spot I took them to is so secluded, it should have been impossible to ever find him, we buried him deep.
“What about him?” I snap out, dread curling in my gut as my mind tries to flick through every scenario. How can I get her out of this? Get them out of this? I won’t let them go down for this, no, if it comes to it, I will throw myself under the bus before I let either of them pay for his death. I don’t give a fuck if he wasn’t the mole, he tried to hurt Rebecca and he deserved to die.
I stare at her as I wait for her to answer my question, but silence lingers in the air, and when it’s finally broken, it’s Ezra’s voice that cuts through the tension. “He was Connor’s son.” His eyes slowly move up to meet mine as I process his words and when our stares align, I see the guilt swimming in his. “He wasn’t the mole, he never was, but he was our President’s son, our brother, her fucking brother,” he scoffs, spilling more of the whiskey into his mouth as Rebecca remains silent.
