Rage

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Kingston

M y knuckles rap against the bedroom door.

“Come in,” Daisy’s soft voice calls out.

I push the door open and slip into the room. As I step in, I shut the door behind me to give us a semblance of privacy. I find Daisy sitting up on the bed, her torso twisted so she can rest her forearms on the headboard. Her chin rests on top of them with her attention directed out the back window. The headlights of the car behind us are those bright LED types that blind the driver ahead of them. She’s staring into the light as if it doesn’t bother her.

It probably doesn’t.

Not because she’s impervious to pain. Compared to the things Daisy’s done to hurt herself in the past, staring into headlights is probably the least painful thing she could do. It’s not intentional, the pain she seeks. It’s a subconscious thing to seek these punishments. Letting that guy back at the gas station live makes her feel like a failure. I know how much she loathes letting evil slip between her fingers. Part of that stems from hating herself. Her attempts to vanquish the evil in the world is driven, in part, by a hope that it will exorcise the wicked within her.

But it doesn’t work like that. It hasn’t in all the years we’ve been doing this, and it won’t change in the future. Daisy knows this, too. Which is why she struggles daily with the loathing she has for herself.

Luckily for her, she has the four of us to love her irrevocably, unconditionally, and passionately. That insidious voice in the back of her head is muffled, as long as we’re around.

I climb onto the bed and crawl over to sit beside Daisy. As she starts to twist around to face me, my arm snakes around the back of her waist and I drag her between my splayed legs.

“King? Are we nearly there?” Daisy leans against me, her small frame so slight against me.

The thick scar that stretches from one side of my neck to the other, a gift from my father in his attempt to silence me nearly twenty years ago, renders me mute. But I don’t need my voice to assure her of this. My answer comes as the brush of my lips on the top of her head.

“Good,” she replies. “I hate this, the waiting part.”

I do too. I hate seeing Daisy sink deep into the dark recesses of her mind, preparing for the worst. As if we can ever truly prepare for the fucked-up things the people in this world are capable of. Part of me hates that we do this. Saving people should be left up to the cops. We should be living life in the sun, where blood doesn’t stain our clothes and the screams from our pasts can’t reach us. If Daisy would let us, we’d avoid death until it was our time to meet the reaper.

The thing with our girl, though, is that she’s become the Reaper.

She’s Death; as beautiful and terrible as it comes. I couldn’t stop her, just like I can’t stop my own demise that sits on the horizon, creeping closer every day.

I don’t fear death any more than I fear Daisy. Since they’re one and the same, I welcome both with open arms.

“Did you get any sleep?” I sign in front of both of us.

Daisy shakes her head. “No. I can’t, not when we’re so close.”

“We don’t know what we’re facing, Daisy. You don’t want to walk into the situation exhausted. We have a few hours. Think you can rest your eyes?”

I wince. I sound more like Owen or Wyatt. They nag her about these things—taking care of herself and what not. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just I know how this conversation always goes.

Just like with them, Daisy brushes off my concern. “Rest my eyes? Do you know what I’ll see if I try that?”

Yes. The women in her past she couldn’t save. The other victims of The Butcher of Briar Glen. Her screams of terror that wake her leave no room for the imagination of the horrors she’s endured.

“You’re wound so tight that you’re radiating energy, wasting it,” I tell her, my hands finishing my sentence before they fall to her waist. One hand lands on her stomach, splaying across it. The other comes up to wrap around her neck.

I can feel the way her throat convulses as she swallows. Bending down, my lips skim over the shell of her ear before making their way down her neck. I plant kisses until I get to her shoulder.

A shiver creeps down her body.

“Kingston…”

I repeat the motion, reversing the direction of my kisses. My hand splayed on her stomach creeps downward. It slides beneath the waistband of her pants and between her legs. Daisy’s breath hitches and her legs spread wider, bracketing the outside of mine.

“I know what you’re doing,” she accuses.

My fingers tease her clit. As I kiss along her long, slender neck, I smile. I’m not being subtle. Of course she knows what I’m up to. What better way to relax than after a much-needed orgasm? If she won’t go to sleep, I can at least allow her to drift off in a comfortable haze where her mind can go still for a while.

Daisy lets out a shallow breath, her hips jerking under my touch. After a subtle whine, she whispers, “You don’t play fair.”

No, I don’t. Not when it comes to my girl. I’ll do whatever I can to help her, even if that means forcing her to cum all over my fingers in order to keep her murderous thoughts at bay for a little while longer.

Feeling my body tremble as I silently laugh, Daisy chuckles. As my amusement subsides, I can feel the tension she’s been holding onto ease. It’s in the way her shoulders slouch and her breathing deepens. Her pussy grows wet as I slide two fingers down to tease the entrance. I nip at her ear playfully and allow my other hand to slide from her throat to under her shirt. Ignoring the thick, nasty raised scar left by one dead motherfucker, I hike up her bra and tweak a nipple.

“ King ,” Daisy whimpers.

As her hips begin to roll, she rocks back on me and against my swelling dick. I bite the inside of my cheek, hoping to god she doesn’t try to turn this around on me. This is about her, not me. But I’m a big enough man to admit that if my girl turns around and takes my dick into her mouth like she did with Owen the other night while she thought we were sleeping, I’ll be a goner.

My fingers grow wetter as I sink them into her body. Her pussy clenches around me, greedily searching for friction. I give her what she needs, slowly pumping in and out of her body while my palm keeps pressure against her clit. With my other hand, I continue to tweak her nipple, rolling the hardened peak between my fingers just how Daisy likes it.

Another shiver creeps down her body.

I’m about to add a third finger into her body when the door bangs open without warning. I tense for just a second, enough to process that it’s not a threat, before relaxing back against the headboard. My slow, lazy pumping in and out of Daisy’s body barely missing a beat.

“I thought I could smell your pretty pussy from up front, Daisy,” Wyatt says with a wide smile splitting across his face while he slams the door shut behind him. “Thanks for warming her up for me, King.”

My eyes roll hard as I insert a third finger into Daisy’s wet pussy. Her body accepts me readily.

“Wyatt,” Daisy greets in a breathy sigh. “Kingston’s trying to manipulate me.”

Wyatt makes a face, clearly contemplating the situation with a mocking seriousness. “Damn right he is. You’re doing a poor job of it too if she’s still able to talk.”

He steps forward until his knees hit the mattress, then leans down and grabs her ankles. I see what he wants to do. Working with him, I pull my fingers out of Daisy to help Wyatt chuck off her pants.

“Can I just say, not keeping panties around anymore has been one of your better ideas,” Wyatt says, staring down at her legs as she wiggles back against me and spreads herself for the both of us.

My fingers return to her core instantly and she hums with approval. If I could mimic it, I would. Her pussy is leaking freely now, the evidence coating my hand. My dick strains against my own pants, desperate to be where my fingers reside.

“What’s the point of wearing them if you guys just keep ripping them off?” she asks breathlessly.

“If that’s all it takes, maybe we should just start ripping off everything else,” Wyatt mutters, clearly distracted as he watches my fingers slide in and out of our girl.

Daisy wiggles impatiently between my legs. “Please, Wyatt, help me. Kingston’s taking his sweet time.”

My body shakes again in amusement. I meet Wyatt’s gaze, and an understanding passes between us. He knows what I’m trying to do. Distracting Daisy, keeping her present with us, that’s our most important job. If we allowed Daisy to remain hypervigilant and ready to strike, she’d kill herself. She pushes herself too hard. It’s a balance trying to save Daisy from herself and the danger she puts herself in.

“Hm, I think I need a closer look at the situation,” Wyatt concludes after a moment. “But first…”

In less time than it took to get Daisy’s pants off, Wyatt’s naked. His discarded clothes are left in a pile on the floor as he climbs onto the bed.

“Let’s do this,” Wyatt starts, coming to kneel in front of us with his dick at attention. “Kingston should have you so tongue tied you shouldn’t be able to speak. So, let’s see what we can do to fix the situation, Pretty Flower.”

I see what Wyatt wants to do and move my fingers out of Daisy’s pussy once more. He grabs her ankles, yanking her down the length of my body. Once Daisy’s on her back, laughing breathlessly, Wyatt flips her onto her stomach.

Immediately, I shove my fingers, coated in her arousal, into her mouth as she laughs again. Without hesitation, her lips wrap around them. Holding my gaze, she sucks them clean. The darkness that clings to her soul shines back at me, letting me know that while we can distract her, that part of her will always be close to the surface. I don’t mind, that’s just who Daisy is. I just need to give her a reprieve from it from time to time. Her tongue cleans my fingers, slow and sensually. My breath comes out uneven and my dick twitches in anticipation. When she lets my fingers go, I reach down and pull my erection free.

“You know what to do,” I sign. “Let me give your mouth something to do.”

The sight of the coy, slow smile that pulls up half of her mouth sends a hard tremor through me. God, she’s beautiful. Even after all these years, I still can’t get enough of her. I know I never will. I’ll go to my grave still craving the touch of her skin, the call of her soul… It’s all I’ll ever need. All I’ll ever want.

Daisy’s hands come up to rest on my thigh as she leans forward and takes my dick into her mouth. There’s no gentle tease or toying with me. She takes me to the back of her throat, letting it convulse around my dick. My teeth snap together, and my hips jerk involuntarily. The motion sends me further down her throat. She chokes but doesn’t pull back or fight it.

She’s a damn masochist.

“Good girl, Daisy,” Wyatt praises.

Her answering hum vibrates around my dick and I let out a breathy sound as pleasure rattles around me. I grab her long, dark hair with one hand and wrap it around my fist, using it to guide her back up my dick, then down. My gaze drifts from her face to Wyatt, who grabs her hips and pulls them up, forcing Daisy onto her knees. He sinks down behind her, an excited smile spreading across his face as he gets a look at the mess between her legs. Reaching down, he spreads her ass cheeks apart. With an unconscious lick of his lips, he lowers his face and tongues her back door.

I can feel, rather than hear, Daisy’s soft gasp. Daisy’s lips suction around me tighter. It’s followed by a heady moan that has my balls tingling. Her hips push back onto Wyatt’s face as he tongue fucks her asshole. Her heady moans, hard sucking, and deep throating tell me the distraction is working.

Maybe too well. My own mind is beginning to muddle as Daisy makes it her mission to drink down my soul through my dick, using it like a straw.

Fuck . I mouth the word, but it goes unseen.

Daisy whimpers around my cock. The sound is soft yet full of need. It nearly tips me over the edge.

I’m about to cum just as the door to the bedroom flings open once more.

“WYATT!” Owen shouts. “What the hell is this ? Please, for the love of god, tell me these aren’t what I think they are!”

“Damn it, Owen!” I sign furiously as Daisy pauses.

Owen lowers the shoebox in his hand, the glare and anger draining out of his face at the sight before him.

“Fuck it,” he says, tossing the box to the side of the room. It bounces off the wall before hitting the floor. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Immediately, he begins to discard his clothes. When Wyatt pulls away from Daisy, her mouth pops off me completely to look behind her.

“You’re killing me right now!” My hands movements are jerky as desire makes my thoughts meddled and body tense. “Look at what you did! You’re interrupting something amazing here.”

“It’s alright, King,” Daisy assures me, turning her attention back to me after blowing Owen a playfully kiss. Her mouth wraps back around my dick and with a renewed vigor, she blows me like her life depends on it.

I open my mouth to cry out. The sound is muted, but Daisy knows how she makes me feel. Her body shakes, and she looks up at me with those beautifully haunted eyes. Fuck, those eyes, along with her warm mouth, soft tongue and hard dragging sucks, flips a switch inside of me. Coming in here was to help Daisy, not me. Yet here I am, spilling my release into the mouth of my girl like she’s just exorcised my demons.

My hips flex, my back bows and my lungs seize as I feed her my cum. Daisy drinks down every drop. When my body sags, her tongue slides across my slit, stealing the last bead of cum from the tip of my dick.

I reach down, cupping her cheek as I breathe heavily.

“Move it, King!” Owen calls. “You’re all tapped out. My turn to get our Daisy to relax.”

Daisy’s eye roll is paired with a soft, amused smile. I let her go, shifting to the side as Owen joins us on the bed. His arm wraps around her waist as he takes my place and yanks her up.

“Hey!” Wyatt and Daisy protest in unison as Owen lowers her onto his erection.

“ Oh… ” Daisy corrects breathlessly as her body stretches around him. I smile as her mouth goes slack and her eyelids flutter.

“Shut up, Wy. You know you’re about to get your dick wet,” Owen says without looking away from Daisy’s expression once she’s seated completely in his lap. He leans forward to kiss her chin before murmuring softly, “Right, Daze? You’re going to let us fill you up to the brim, right? Let us help you limber up for tonight?”

I watch as Daze’s head bobs in confirmation, but I don’t know if she actually heard him or not as her hips grind down into his lap.

Reaching out, I grab her chin and jerk it in my direction, demanding her attention. Her eyes open and land on me, while in my peripheral vision I note Wyatt reaching over to grab the bottle of lube from the drawer of the nightstand.

Letting go of Daisy’s chin, I tell her, “You’re going to let us take care of you, Daisy.”

It’s not a question, like Owen had posed it. She needs to hear us, to hear this . We’ll always be there for her. Sometimes, it’s good to remind her of our devotion to her. I never want her to think that we take her for granted.

Daisy’s nod is a bit more certain this time, even though she doesn’t stop moving her hips against Owen’s. Owen’s hands grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. Her bra is quickly removed next. When she’s naked, the three of us drink in the sight of her. The scars on her body do nothing to quell our hunger for the woman who owns our souls.

Entranced, Owen, Wyatt and I move. Hands caress her body, and lips are pressed against her beautiful brown skin. My mouth finds her nipple while Owen claims her mouth. Wyatt presses a hand between her shoulder blades to push her forward as he comes up behind her, then reaches down lubes her back entrance.

Together, the four of us sink into a brilliant oblivion.

Daisy’s soft pants, eager moans, and desperate whines litter the tight space. Wyatt leans in to praise her as he sinks his cock between her cheeks and into her body from behind. I can feel her stiffen and struggle to take both of my friends, but she does it. She always manages to accommodate us. It’s just proof we were meant for one another. Her body is greedy for touch, our touch, and we’re eager to give it to her. There’s nothing we’ve thrown at her that she can’t handle.

My hand dives between her legs, brushing the base of Owen’s dick before finding Daisy’s clit. She cries out. The sound is eaten by Owen who deepens their kiss and rocks his hips in time with Daisy’s rolling. Wyatt moves with them.

“Owen,” Daisy gasps, pulling her mouth away. Wyatt leans forward and places kisses along her shoulder. “Wy.” She looks at me next with hooded eyes. “King…”

Her body shudders as her hands fly out to hold on to Owen’s shoulders.

“Come on, Daisy. Let go for us,” Owen urges.

Wyatt sucks at the section of skin where her shoulder and neck meet. When he pulls away, there’s a pink mark beneath her brown skin.

“You’re taking us so well, Pretty Flower,” Wy encourages, his hips moving faster. “But now it’s time to cum. You can do that for us, can’t you? Let me see you bloom.”

Daisy’s head falls back as her body tenses. Her breath catches in her throat, and I watch her expression crumble as pleasure shoots through her body. She cries out as she turns into a quivering mass of nerves. My fingers don’t stop circling her clit, Wyatt doesn’t stop thrusting into her ass, but Owen? He finds his release with her, jerking his hips up to shoot his cum as deep into her womb as possible. Their lips meet as their bodies sag. He whispers something against her lips, but whatever it is, I miss it.

They pull away and share a look.

It’s broken when Wyatt wraps his forearm around her chest, and presses his body into hers from behind as he finds his release next.

“Fuck, you’re so damn perfect, Daze,” he groans loudly.

She sags into Owen’s chest and Wyatt goes with her. I lean against the headboard beside them before reaching out to take Daisy’s hand. She’s utterly relaxed now. The tension in the room that I walked into has lessened. A small smile pulls at the corners of my mouth.

Mission get-Daisy-to-unwind has been accomplished.

Tonight, we’re going into a situation we can’t possibly be prepared to face. We’ll either end up all walking away, or we’ll all fall. There’s no in between. No matter what, we’re going to make sure justice prevails. At the end of the day, if I end up in a grave next to this vicious goddess, it would be an honor.

“Hey, Owen?” Wyatt asks.

Owen hums before he responds, “What?”

“Did you really have to throw my box of skin-fetti against the wall?”

There’s a short pause between all of us. I blink, trying to both comprehend and not picture what that could possibly be. Knowing Wyatt, it could be anything. He’s strangely.

“Wy…” Daisy starts after a second. “Do I want to know what that is?”

Wyatt gives an exasperated sigh before rolling over to the edge of the bed. He strains his neck over before sucking in teeth in annoyance.

“Damn it, Owen!” he cries out. Wyatt throws a hand toward whatever is on the floor. “Look at the mess you made!”

Daisy reaches over and pats him on the leg—the only limb she can reach while still laying on top of Owen. Wyatt sits up, his bottom lip jutting outward like a pouting child.

“It’s ok, I’ll help you clean it up,” she offers.

Wyatt looks at her, his sulking vanishing as unbridled adoration softens his features. He opens his mouth to say something, but Owen gets there first.

“Like hell you will, Daze!” Owen objects sharply. “That’s Wyatt’s doing. He can clean it up.”

Wyatt glares at him. “ You threw my shit against the wall so you should clean it up!”

“I wouldn’t have thrown it against the wall if it hadn’t disgusted me so much!”

Curiosity gets the best of me. I sign cautiously, “What’s all over the floor, Wyatt?”

Wyatt throws me a dark look.

“You all have been loud and clear that I can’t keep body parts from our victims, so I was doing the next best thing,” Wyatt grumbles. “I’ve been taking pieces of our victim’s skin with a hole punch and keeping them in a box. After a while, the pile started to look like confetti, so?—”

“Oh, so ‘skin-fetti’,” Daisy speaks up, catching on.

She giggles while Owen and I both grimace. Reaching over, I grab her arm to pull Daisy off of Owen. He grabs her other arm to drag her back, but I win and manage to drag her across my lap. As Daisy continues to giggle, I shoot a dark glare at Wyatt.

“The point of not collecting body parts is so that there’s no evidence if we’re caught. Keeping the skin of our victims is the same damn thing,” I tell him angrily.

“Get the vacuum and clean that shit up,” Owen demands. “And then toss what’s in the vacuum out at our next pit stop. Jesus, Wy… why are you so fucking weird?”

“At least he’s not keeping body parts in the freezer anymore,” I tell him.