Epilogue
Manson
Things have been... well, there’s no other word for it except great. It feels insufficient to sum it up with such a mundane word, yet when I try to find a better one, I come up short. Has it been perfect? No. Asher and Rhea were born to be siblings, because by day three of her being home, they were finding things to argue about. Now that we’re a few months in they’ve had plenty of tiffs, punishments, and makeup sex, but they’ve grown so fucking much I can’t help but feel proud of them. We’ve all had moments where we weren’t showing each other our bests, and yet we still choose each other every day.
Some days Rhea isn’t in the mood to be touched, and Asher and I quickly learned it had something to do with her cycle, so now that he’s tracking it in an app on his phone we know what to expect with our woman as her body does what it was made to do.
The luteal phase is wild. At times we don’t even know who that woman becomes, but I’d be lying if I said she didn’t fucking scare us.
Our favorite is the ovulation stage though, because although we don’t plan on knocking her up just yet, our girl becomes feral in the best of ways. She sucked me off while riding Ash just this morning, and I can tell by the way she’s swinging her hips as she walks around that she already needs more.
I swear that ass is flagging us, and when our girl is in heat, our cocks know it. We’re an insatiable fucking trio.
“Enough cleaning, pet?” Ash croons. “Come here.”
She smirks, eyes hooded as she tosses the microfiber towel she’d been dusting with onto the counter and walks over slow enough to make him impatient. “Hmm? Did you need something, big brother?”
“Need my little sister on her knees between my legs,” he growls, and I’m not surprised in the slightest.
He still hasn’t gotten over needing to breed whatever hole I breed after me, but I don’t mind. I actually really like it... almost as much as their brother/sister kink that’s only grown. “He’s a needy one, huh, Rhea?” I tease, grinning when Ash shoots a scowl my way.
“And so bossy too,” she agrees with a sly smile. Watching her drop to her knees now is so different than when we first took her — gone are the awkward, jerky movements filled with hesitation and disgust. She watches him the whole way down, looking up at him like she’d die without him. “So, so bossy.”
“But you listen so well,” he praises, reaching out to run his thumb over her lips. “Such a good pet.”
Her tongue curls out to suck his thumb into her mouth, making my cock thicken. Fuck, it’s amazing to see who she’s become.
Ash bites his lip, tugging her jaw down so he can lean in and spit before kissing her. “Take me out, beautiful.”
“I think she’s wearing too many clothes,” I offer, moving in to help her undress as she does as told.
It’s so easy to get lost in her, in them. The way her pussy clenches around my cock when Asher chokes her, slaps her. The way she squirms when I rub her clit. Asher’s praises, his heady breaths.
Seeing the sated look on her face when we’re done and she’s been bred once again on both ends.
It’ll never get old.
When I was younger, I never thought I could have this. I remember laying on the floor listening to love songs, my soul aching for a life that just wasn’t in the cards for me, but now thanks to these two I’ve learned it is. Our love looks a little different than most, there aren’t any songs that fit like a glove, but I have no doubts that this is the life I would have chosen for myself.
Especially now that we’ve quit our job with the Provost. The job was draining, but with the money we saved and what Asher’s dad left to him we can safely retire in our twenties, so I can’t complain about the years it took from us. Creed denied any involvement in attempting to take us out, but with the support Blair got us from Daddy, we were able to resign without any bloodshed. It probably helped that we all found out about his best kept secret, and although he’s a heartless bastard, it seems he has a soft spot when it comes to his sons. There’s a reason their existence has been kept under wraps after all.
We finished out a contract and cut all ties, and now that we’re here I can’t help but wonder if we should start over somewhere new.
I wait to bring it up until after dinner though, when we’re laid out under the stars tangled together on a blanket, because this is my favorite part of every day. The look on Rhea’s face when she saw the room we made for her was priceless, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the expression she wears when she’s under the real night sky. It’s almost like nothing negative could ever touch us out here. “So, I’ve been thinking,” I start, feeling both of their gazes swivel toward me. “Should we move?”
“What, to the other side of the yard?” Rhea laughs. “The fire pit would be too far away.”
Chuckling, I roll on my side to watch their faces. “No. I mean from here. From this... dreadful town.” I know Creed let us quit, but I keep looking over my shoulder for him to collect what he might think he’s owed. I hate it. “We could go somewhere and start fresh, somewhere where no one will call us devils but you.”
I touch her chin gently, bringing her gaze to mine.
“Really? You’d leave this house?”
The hope in her eyes erases any trace of doubt I had before opening this conversation. I know Asher well enough to know he doesn’t handle change well, but even this will be good for him. I just know it. “Yeah, it’s just a house. We could make a home anywhere.”
She wiggles up to kiss me, then rolls over to lay on Asher’s chest. “What do you think? Can we make a home somewhere else?”
He’s nervous, but I’ve learned quickly that he can’t deny her things when she’s cuddled up into him. It’s his weakness. “Of course we can,” he mumbles, eyes finding mine over her head before repeating my words. “We could make a home anywhere.”
Humming softly, Rhea shifts to pull me in, sandwiching herself between us. “I think you’re right. Both of you. It’s not about the town or the walls, it’s about us.”
“And we’re solid no matter where we live. But a bigger yard would be nice... we could get that dog.”
I slide my hand between them to dip under her shirt, the soft skin of her belly making me hum contentedly.
“I’m in,” Ash agrees, making my stomach clench excitedly.
“Rhea? We all in?”
She’s silent just long enough to be a little shit, then wiggles happily. “Hell yeah. All in. Always.”
The second she tilts her head toward me I catch her in a searing kiss, one that promises her I’m just as in as she is, and when I let her catch her breath, I stay right there. “I love you.”
She squeezes me a little tighter. “I love you too.”
“I know.”
And I do. I’m not angry at Asher for what he did anymore. Deep down, I know it’s why I don’t doubt any of this is real. It still feels like an unattainable dream, yet we’re living it every day because our girl chose us — the Devils of Saint City.
Who knew all those devils needed was a queen?