Entombed In Sin (Graveyard Games Duet #2)

39. Thatcher

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

I t’s dark out.

The stars overhead twinkle, but most of their beauty gets lost in the light pollution. The bright city lights have managed to reach all the way over here, in this derelict part of town. As I stroll between abandoned warehouses, I listen for signs of trouble. It wouldn’t come from the homeless that scurry about from shadow to shadow. They seem to know to leave me alone. Trouble won’t come from the few gang members clustered together, talking about whatever they were up to only hours before.

I listen for sirens.

The police have been out in numbers for months now. I’d like to pretend it’s not because of the four of us ravaging neighborhoods left and right, but I’d be fooling myself. Of course they’re out because of us. We may take bodies with us when we go, leaving no trace of our victims, but there’s no doubt when they know it’s us that’s struck. The blood, the destruction… It's our calling card. After tonight, I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut back a bit. Knox will be annoyed, but it’s Beatrix that might give us the most trouble.

The way she’s flourished in our world has been magnificent to watch. She has her own way of killing. It’s less bloody and brutal, but it’s a wonder to watch all the same. She’s really come into her own since we’ve bulldozed our way into her lives. I thank my lucky stars every day that she’s ours.

As I round a corner, my eyes catch on a back door that’s been cracked open just a bit. The subtle invitation to come in gives me pause. I’m pretty sure this was left open for me. But just in case… I check my phone. The message Beatrix sent a half hour ago pops up first.

Beatrix: Come play with me & my doll, big brothers

Beneath it, in another text, comes a location pin. According to my GPS tracker, I’m practically on top of her location now. I frown. How did she find this place? It must’ve been when the last time she and Knox went out together. While the rest of us can hunt alone, none of us allow her to slip away. Call it being overly protective, but there’s just something about letting Beatrix out of our sight that makes us all uncomfortable. The thing is, when it’s Knox’s turn to slip away with Beatrix, the two of them tend to get into the most unusual situations. I have no doubt this is one of those times. My smile pulls wide as I head toward the door. Just before I can slip my phone back into my pocket, it vibrates:

Sagan: Beat you.

I swear under my breath, halting in my tracks to look around for any sign of my brother. There’s just a hint of a sound. The slight scuff of a foot as it shifts. I duck just in time as an arm shoots out. It flies over me. Before my assailant can get the upper hand, I spin and come up, bringing my fist up with me. I land a solid punch right in the middle of his gut, causing him to grunt before doubling over.

“You’re getting slow in your old age, Sagan.”

He chuckles darkly. “Says the one who took forever to get here. Did your wheelchair get a flat tire?”

I shove at his shoulder, and he snickers as he stumbles. When he rights himself, we both head for the opening.

Grabbing the handle, I fling the door open the rest of the way. “I’m pretty sure I’m now making it into the building first.”

Without waiting for a response, I step into a backroom of some old business. It’s dark in here but not pitch black thanks to the battery-powered lantern sitting on a stack of old plastic crates. I move toward it. As I approach, I notice what’s sitting beside it and can’t help but let out a bark of laughter. I swipe the small bottle before continuing past the crates and the light. The door on the far side of the room calling my name.

I can feel Sagan’s presence behind me as we stalk toward where our stepsister is hiding. I push open the next door, ready to continue, but my steps falter before I come to a complete halt just a few feet inside the wide open space. Sagan comes up beside me but freezes just as suddenly as I have as we’re confronted with our Beatrix’s latest game.

At some point, this must’ve been a warehouse for clothes. The mannequins are the biggest clue to that theory. There has to be twenty of them in total. They’ve been torn apart at the waist, their upper halves sitting in folding chairs that are arranged in four rows facing a makeshift runway.

Upon a second sweep around the space, I notice that sitting between the mannequins are real people. They sit there, ramrod straight, staring ahead of them. I count four in total. Their throats are slit and each head rests at an odd angle. To keep each body upright, a rope has been tied around the waist and to the back of the chair.

I follow the audience’s gaze to the runway. There’s a red runner laid out on the dusty floor. It’s not long, but it provides just enough room for four battery-powered lanterns, two sitting on either side, to rest and give the runway a sophisticated vibe I’m sure Beatrix was looking for. A soft yet deep, thumping bass fills the space and strobe lights are coming from one of their phones that’s sitting in the lap of a mannequin up front.

And at the end of the runway are my two favorite people.

Knox is standing at the end of the makeshift runway wearing six-inch gold heels, a navy-blue formal gown covered in sequins, and a face full of dark makeup. His head is thrown back, his eyes are closed, and his chest heaves. The light from the lanterns throws shadows over his face and body, giving him an almost ethereal look. Between his parted legs, the dress has been pushed up and Beatrix is on her knees, blowing him in front of their audience. Her hands are currently sliding up his thighs before they skim over his stomach.

Knox’s loud groan is followed by a full-body shudder. When he relaxes, he lets out a breathy sigh.

“I love how you play with me,” Knox squeezes out between clenched teeth. His hands cup her face as he jerks his head down to look at the topless woman between his legs. “I’m the luckiest toy.”

“ Fuck , they’re going to be the death of me,” Sagan growls, snapping out his shock before me. He stomps past me, making a beeline for the two giving everyone a show.

I follow slowly behind. My dick is growing so hard, so fast at the sight of Knox and Beatrix performing in front of their fucked up little audience that I’m feeling a bit lightheaded. I grow even harder when I realize Beatrix’s hand is in her pants as she attempts to get herself off. As I approach, I pull off my black ball cap and toss it to the ground. My black leather gloves, covered in drying blood, are next. By the time my leather jacket hits the ground, Sagan’s disrobed down to his bare chest, his pants already undone.

Knox’s head jerks toward the sound of feet moving toward him, eye sharpening as he searches for the source. The tension gathering in his shoulders ebbs away when his gaze lands on us. Inwardly, I smile. Knox might be enjoying the attention, but he’s not slacking when it comes to watching over the woman on her knees before him.

“You guys arrived just in time,” Knox announces as I approach the two of them. “I’m about to blow my fucking load all over your sister’s pretty fucking tits.”

Ah, that explains why Beatrix is wearing only her bra and pants right now.

Sagan comes up on one side of Knox while I approach the other. I cup the back of his neck with a biting grip and force him to tilt his head to the side. Leaning forward, I press my lips against his neck. Knox sighs happily and repeats the sound when I begin to trail kisses along the column of his neck. I can feel his slight tremor as I make it to the sensitive part just beneath his ear on my way back up.

“Fuck, Beatrix… I’m not going to last,” Knox gasps.

“Yes you are,” I growl into his ear before I bite at it. “Because we want to play with our sister and her pretty toy.”

Knox yelps as I draw blood. I pull away with a dark chuckle just as Sagan reaches down, fists a handful of Beatrix’s hair, and yanks her off of Knox. Almost in unison, Knox and Beatrix let out disappointed whines. With her hair free from her typical braids, swollen lips, and eyes slightly glazed from being blood drunk, Beatrix looks absolutely enthralling.

“Quit your whining, Little Viper,” Sagan orders darkly.

Instead of listening, her bottom lip juts out as she crosses her arms over her chest. “I was busy.”

“I need you to be able to multitask for me tonight, pet. I’ll let you get right back to playing with your doll but while you do…” Sagan grins as he lets go of Beatrix to undo his fly. “I’m going to fuck you. I bet your pussy is so fucking wet right now, isn’t it? I know how much you love playing with your toy.”

“She sure is,” Knox assures him. “I had to fuck her between wardrobe changes. She’s been so fucking good to me. She’s like a goddamn slip n’ slide.”

A hard shiver rocks my body. Just thinking about the mess between her legs makes me hard enough to see stars. I step behind Knox, unable to stop myself. My hands come up and my fingers curl around the neckline of the dress. Before he can stop me, I rip it away from his body.

Over the sound of fabric ripping and Knox’s whine of disappointment that I’m running his outfit, I manage to spit out, “Our sister is going to be fucking filthy for you, brother.”

Sagan shoots Knox a look. It sits somewhere between pleased and jealous while he sinks to his knees. “Couldn’t resist performing in front of your adoring fans?”

I pull out my hard dick once I have access to Knox’s ass. Immediately he tilts his hips back for me like a well-trained dog, and one of his hands moves to stroke his dick. I grab his hip with a trembling hand. Lube… where the fuck is the lube? I glance down at the small bottle I unknowingly dropped in my hurry to close the distance between us. It’s at least three feet away.

“They aren’t just the audience, they’re my friends,” Beatrix corrects. “I wanted to show off my toy to them. You know, to make them jealous of me.”

“And were they?” My brother asks her.

Fuck the lube. I know Beatrix left it with good intentions, trying to spare Knox, but I know my Pretty Boy. He can handle me and my brother just fine without it. He enjoys the pain that coincides with the pleasure we bring. So I use what I have readily available. I spit in my hand and stroke myself as I jerk Knox’s hips back into me with my other.

“ So jealous,” she giggles breathlessly.

I can’t see the two of them as I focus on my need to bury myself into my Pretty Boy, but there’s a rustling and a soft feminine groan that follows my stepsister’s words. The sound is mixed with Knox’s heavy breathing as he fists himself.

“This is going to hurt,” I warn Knox with a grin he can’t see.

“Naw, my bestie had her fingers stretch me good earlier.” He snickers. “Then again, you’re much bigger than her?—”

I press my dick against his tight hole and push forward. I’m momentarily blinded with pleasure as his tight ass clenches down around me. Goosebumps race down my arms and my lungs seize. Damn, he feels so good. As I blink the world back into focus, I realize that Knox is howling—a sound twisted with a strained laugh.

Hm, he can do better than that for me. I reach up and, without warning, place a hand in the middle of his back. Knox’s back arches away from me as he screams. At the same time, he also thrusts his hips back into my pelvis, craving the rest of my dick as I sink further into him.

“Fuck, fuck…” Knox hisses as he catches his breath.

He might be able to stand Beatrix’s touch, but his inability to handle it from others hasn’t changed. It must be Beatrix’s sweet and timid nature that’s become Knox’s personal balm to soothe his past traumas. But there’s nothing sweet about me or my brother. Maybe one day he’ll break free of the hold his past has on him. Maybe not. Either way, we’ll be here for him—pushing him to his limits. Slowly, I slide my hand down his back. To anyone else, it would be a reassuring motion. To Knox, it’s torture. He howls again. The sound echoes round the empty warehouse.

God. The sounds he makes are so fucking pretty—just like the rest of him.

His ass clenches around my dick, making any progression difficult, but I work my way into Knox’s body, determined to bury myself inside him. Knox groans between heavy pants.

“That’s right, Pretty Boy, open up for me,” I order through clenched teeth. “You feel so fucking good. You know, you looked great in your dress before I ruined it… though, there’s something to be said about you looking like a ravaged whore right now with a strap hanging off your shoulder and my cock half-buried in your ass.”

Knox’s shaky, slightly pained laugh causes his body to clench harder around me. His knees wobble. I can feel the shaking as it crawls up his back. I grip his hips tighter, willing him to keep upright.

“You can handle this,” I assure him as I sink all the way down to the hilt. “You’ve handled me and Sagan without any lube before, spit or otherwise. This should be easy for you.”

“ Thatcher ,” Knox gasps, his hips grinding back into me. “Fucking, fuck, fuck…”

I don’t give him time to acclimate. My hips move back and then forth. The motion isn’t smooth, not right away, but Knox doesn’t fight it. In fact, he leans into the pain. Sweat breaks out on his skin and he cries out as I drag my hand down his back again slowly. This is what he gets for luring me in here and putting on such a hot show with my sister. I’m not rational when I step into heated moments like this. I’m just a man who desperately needs to claim the people who’ve stolen his sanity.

“Go ahead, Little Viper. I told you that you could go back to playing with your toy,” Sagan urges.

Suddenly, Knox gasps loudly.

“You… you’re trying to kill me!” he declares breathlessly.

His hands come down to brace himself on something, which in turn causes Knox to bend further at the waist. I spare a glance around him to find Beatrix has returned to sucking his dick, her hands planted on his thighs—his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. But rather than on her knees, my stepsister is straddling my brother’s lap, facing away from him while he holds her hips and moves her up and down on his dick. His gaze is pinned on her bare ass while my own is riveted to the delight on her face as she works to get Knox off.

Holy shit.

This is so fucking hot.

The snapping of my hips becomes an urgent thing. How is it that this is my life? I kill, I steal, I covet, and yet I’m continuously gifted with moments like this. There’s no need to ever strive to be a saint when being a sinner is more rewarding.

“Shit, Beatrix, I’m going to…” Knox gasps.

His body clenches down on me and I know he’s about to cum. I fuck him harder, faster, my own impending orgasm approaching swiftly. My hand slides back up Knox’s back and he cries out in pain, then groans loudly as Beatrix strokes his thighs.

With a strangled cry, Knox cums.

“That’s right, Shining Starr. Swallow me down,” he rasps. “Next time I’ll get your tits.”

I can feel my orgasm coming. The shudder that creeps down my spine is my warning. But I don’t want to be done just yet. With a great deal of self-control, I pull my dick free of Knox’s ass.

“On your knees, Pretty Boy. Help my brother finish our sister,” I order between clenched teeth.

Knox doesn’t hesitate. He drops to his knees immediately, eagerly . I watch him as he lowers himself onto his forearms, his limbs entangling between Sagan’s legs to get to Beatrix’s core. While I step forward and kneel on one knee behind him, Knox sucks in a deep, loud breath and the sound that rumbles through him is nearly a purr.

“The smell of sex radiating from you is my favorite scent, bestie,” Knox groans. “I wish I could wear it all day.”

With a heavy groan, he dives face first between her legs. Beatrix’s eyes widen in surprise and delight while her hands dig into Knox’s messy blond waves. Our eyes meet. For just a split second, time stops and I get a full moment to process the love shining in the depths of those liquid amber eyes. Beatrix doesn’t let us forget how much she loves us. She says it all the time. She says it with her full chest and defiance blazing in her gaze. She doesn’t care that she’s broken a rule, and that she flaunts it every day.

Beatrix knows what’s coming for breaking this rule. Eternal damnation is heading her way, and yet she doesn’t seem to care. I’m glad. Because I’m facing it too and I’m not scared either. We’ll be damned together, all four of us. As long as we’re together, I don’t care what we’ll face after this life.

The moment breaks as Beatrix’s eyes roll up, her lips—smeared with the lipstick from Knox’s mouth—part wide, and she throws her head back. Beautiful, she’s so fucking beautiful .

And she’s ours.

I groan. Unable to stop myself, I grab Knox’s hips with both hands and thrust myself back into his body in one hard push. Knox’s wail is muffled against Beatrix’s body. He pushes back against me, urging me on. It’s not necessary. I can’t stop from driving myself into his body over and over. The four of us tangled up together like this always drives me crazy. I love how messy and fucked up it all is.

Gritting my teeth, I fight back my impending orgasm. Sweat beads along my brow and my breathing becomes ragged. I want this to last. But, like all good things, it can’t. Beatrix’s breath hitches and her body arches dramatically before she lets out a wail. It bounces off the walls around us. The hard shudder of her body, the sweat dripping down between her breasts… it’s all too much to take in and not be affected.

The heat and pleasure that crashes through my body as my orgasm strikes is breathtaking. As Knox bears down around me, I fill him to the brim. My throat squeezes shut as my hips press harder into his ass. I’m distantly aware of my brother grunting as he finds his release as well.

When I’m completely spent, my body deflates.

I pull free of Knox’s body but hold onto his hips as I catch my breath.

“You know,” Knox drawls pleasantly as he turns his face and plants a kiss on the inside of Beatrix’s inner thigh. “I didn’t get to show the twins all the outfits you pulled together. We could put on another show?”

Beatrix laughs breathlessly. “You just want to show off some more.”

“I look good, why not put myself on display for others to view?”

I chuckle. “It’s late and we have four services tomorrow. We should be getting back. Maybe next time, Pretty Boy.”

“I parked the car a block from here. I’ll get it so we can shove the bodies in the back,” Sagan offers, though he doesn’t move from beneath Beatrix. She doesn’t attempt to get off him either, as she smiles up at me.

“We could give Knox ten minutes, couldn’t we, Big Brother?” she asks me so sweetly, even batting her eyes as she pleads. She looks over her shoulder at Sagan. “Please, sir ?”

I should put my foot down and tell her no. Knox gets crabby when he doesn’t get a lot of sleep, and a cranky Knox around the people of Chasm isn’t such a great idea. But… How can I say no to such a good girl? Sagan’s jaw ticks, but I can feel the amusement tickling me through our bond. He has no desire to tell her no either.

“Ten minutes,” I tell Knox as I force myself to stand.

Knox springs up at once. “I can do a lot in ten minutes.”

I know he can. With a chuckle, I offer Beatrix my hand. She wiggles her hips, causing Sagan to grunt.

“I like my seat, thank you very much,” she objects.

Sagan laughs and holds her hips. “I like you there too, Little Viper.”

I hunker down beside the two of them and situate myself to face the direction Knox has taken off to.

“You both know this will take longer than ten minutes, right?” I tell them.

Sagan sighs loudly before he sits up suddenly. Beatrix giggles as he readjusts her so that our sister is sitting on the floor between his legs. His arms come around her waist, and he pulls Beatrix into his chest.

“Absolutely,” she confirms.

I reach out and take her hand, letting our fingers intertwine naturally. “Good, just making sure.”

Knowing Beatrix, she worked hard to find just the right clothes to appeal to Knox. She has a good eye for that, and he adores her attention to detail. But it could take an eternity for him to pick through the outfits.

That’s alright, though.

As long as these two are happy, I’m pretty sure I’m willing to do anything for them. Even bear the brunt of Knox’s cranky demeanor tomorrow.

THE END

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