Their Vengeance: Siren's Revenge Book Two

Epilogue

Fyodor’s Rules #44 - Share your joys. You win together and lose together.

Three months later

Tonight was opening night for the new club. Excitement had been building all week. Lukas had gone over the security measures with the staff. Pasha went out socializing, spreading the word. I spent time with the serving staff, the bartenders, as well as the dancers, making sure everyone knew their role. Alexei was with me for moral support, although he liked to say he was there to watch me be bossy before he showed me who was really in charge. Nikolai holed himself up in his new office, making sure everything was perfect, and there were no last-minute hiccups.

In the new house, I finally had my own room. Though there wasn”t a bed in it, just a sitting area. Most of the room had been turned into a closet, and of course, I had my own bathroom. The boys insisted I didn”t need a bed of my own, and so far they’d been right. We all spent most nights in Pasha”s bed, since it was the largest. I also liked to get one-on-one time with each of them when I could sneak it in.

Nikolai and Lukas were supposed to meet us at the club. I hadn”t been able to convince them we should arrive together. There was too much work still to be done, or so they said. I had only argued a little before letting them win. I knew which battles to fight and which ones were better to concede.

Besides, it meant that Pasha, Alexei, and I had the entire afternoon to ourselves. We’d used the time well, and now I worried we were going to be late. But when Pasha suggested we all shower together, I had given in, and the last traces of blood disappeared down the drain as he healed my back and thighs.

I was sticking to black for this evening. It was the color I felt most comfortable in, though my dress was much shorter than I normally wore. It looked like a smoking jacket, barely skimming the top of my thighs. Instead of a shirt, I wore a rhinestone-encrusted bustier underneath, which cupped my chest rather scandalously. Red-bottomed heels brought me up to Pasha and Alexei”s height. I had thought about pairing my outfit with a top hat, channeling a magician”s assistant style, but when it came time to dress, I saw my crown sitting on my vanity, and I knew there was no other choice. My ink-colored hair was slicked into a chignon; in contrast, the metal gleamed, and the gems matched the sparkle across my chest as I set it into place.

I had barely finished my makeup when Alexei stepped into the room. He was dressed in all black as well, tight leather pants and a button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows. The red splashed across his arms was almost-definitely blood, but it suited him. It was also smeared against the side of his cheek carelessly in a way which had to be intentional.

“You know, I am pretty sure I helped you get clean, not too long ago ...” I kissed the cheek, which wasn”t bloody, rolling my eyes as he laughed.

“Can”t have people thinking they can come and talk to me, pchelka.” As if anyone who saw him didn”t immediately feel the menace radiating from him. I didn’t argue, though, as there wasn”t any point. Alexei was going to wear what he wanted.

Pasha stepped into the room as I was pulling back. He looked delicious in his black suit pants and brocade corset vest. His hair was pushed back, with one small bit falling over his face in a way which made you want to run your hands through his hair. He was smirking as he looked between Alexei and I. “Don”t you two start. We”ll be late for Yana”s surprise.”

This damn surprise. The boys had two surprises, or so they told me. No matter how much I insisted I hate surprises, they had been determined to keep them. One I knew was the name of the club. Somehow, they had kept it covered every time I was there, and I was sure Alexei had terrified the staff into staying silent.

“I guess we had better get going.” I huffed and hoped my annoyance would be enough to make one of them cave. They only smirked at me. They didn”t give in on the car ride either, no matter how much I prodded them. Alexei pulled the car into the rear parking lot, and I was ready to choke one or both of them. To force them to tell me.

Pasha opened my door and helped me out of the car. “It”ll be worth it, trust me.”

Any arguments I may have had were swallowed as he pulled me into a kiss. It was the sort of kiss which made my brain short-circuit. His hand cupped my jaw as he held me close, he laid claim to me with his lips and his tongue.

He was lucky he was such a good kisser.

They each took one of my arms and led me around the building. The first thing I saw was the line of people waiting to enter. It was good to see so many customers. After we gave up the hotel, I knew Nikolai had been worried about finances. It wasn”t the only pie they had their fingers in, but it had been a large one. I wanted nothing more than for the nightclub to succeed.

Lukas waited for us out the front, where he stood and talked to the bouncers. When he saw us, he said something into his phone and then stepped down the stairs to meet us.

I looked up, but it was dark and I still couldn”t see anything. “Did you guys forget to get a sign? Just to mess with me?”

Laughter cut through my frustration as Nikolai walked through the doors. “Would I ever be so forgetful?”

I wanted to tell him all the things I thought he was, but he had turned to the line of people.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming to our opening night. Whether it”s an ex-lover who wronged you, or a friend who did you dirty, we hope Vengeance brings as much happiness to you as it did us.”

As he said the word Vengeance, neon lights lit up overhead, spelling out the word, along with a spray of blood at the end. I looked between them, unable to believe it. I was unsure why they’d been so insistent on keeping this a secret. Though I couldn”t help but appreciate the sweet irony of naming their club after what had brought us together again.

Nikolai reached out and took my hand, leading me up the stairs. I helped with the decor of the interior of the club, so entering it wasn”t a surprise. Red-seated booths. Two long bars, a split level for dancing, with the VIP area having a view over it all. I was very pleased with how it had come together. Red lights swept over the dance floor, and the cage dancers hung at the edges.

Nikolai only paused long enough for us to collect a raspberry daiquiri from a server. Given our proclivities, a blood red theme for the decor and drinks made sense. He didn”t let me stop to talk, or to appreciate the sight of the club filling with people. As much as I wanted to see all our hard work come to fruition, I wanted to find out this other secret more.

Nikolai led me down the corridor toward our offices and the staff only areas while the others trailed behind us. Across from Nikolai”s office was a door I had never seen. In fact, every time I’d been here before now, this wall was a solid panel. As I looked from the door to the boys, I was met with four grins, which made me want to throw my drink in their smirking faces.

“Open the door, pchelka. You won”t be sorry.” Alexei must have known what I was considering. He reached out and plucked my drink from my hands before I could follow through, setting a key into my palm instead. With nothing else to do, and all of them staring at me in anticipation, I unlocked the door and stepped inside.

The red theme continued in this room. Its walls were such a dark red, they were almost black, but the color shined through when the light touched it. The centerpiece of the room was a bed—as large as Pasha”s—with red silk sheets. There were cupboards against the walls, but I didn”t move toward them, glancing at the boys instead.

Pasha stepped forward, a grin on his face. “A nightclub requires a lot of hands-on commitment to run. But we also have a lot of time to make up for with you. As much fun as I know you can have on Nikolai”s desk, we wanted a space where we could come. This room is just for us. The wall panel slides across to hide the door so no one can sneak inside. This is where we can take our revenge on the time which was taken from us. By taking you. Over and over.”

It wasn”t a bed in my room, but I loved it. Most importantly, because it didn”t belong to any of us. It was for all of us.

Seeing the smile spread across my face, Pasha stepped up to me. His hands cupped my cheek, and he pulled me into another one of those toe-curling kisses. I heard the door shut before I was surrounded, being pulled from kiss to kiss. Fingers undid my dress, slipping it from my shoulders before I realized what was happening. The bustier went next, as well as my panties, torn like every other pair I owned. In just a few minutes, I stood in the middle of a group of shirtless men, wearing only my heels, stockings, garter belt, and crown.

“Fuck, cariad. I’ll never get over how good you look in those shoes.” A hungry look glazed Lukas’s eyes as he stepped forward and picked me up. I didn”t have time to wrap my legs around his waist before he laid me back on the bed, the silk cool against my skin.

“Aren”t you lucky I own so many pairs, then?” My teasing was light, even as he looked down at me like he was about to eat me. I should have known better than to question his resolve as he trailed kisses down my body. As I went to reach for him, my hands were caught by the wrists. Gazing up, I found Nikolai now kneeled above me on the bed.

“None of that. This is about what we plan on doing to you. You are going to be a good girl and take it.” His red eye glinted in the light, his tongue ran across his fangs as he brought my wrists up and pressed a gentle kiss to the delicate skin. A deep shudder ran down my spine as I felt his sharp teeth press teasingly, but not sink into me—yet.

Pasha and Alexei weren”t left out. Each had taken one of my ankles and had forced my legs wide. It made plenty of room for Lukas to keep kissing his way downward. Pasha pressed soft kisses above my ankle while his eyes sparkled with amusement. Alexei was his polar opposite. He held a sharp knife between his fingers, the tip splitting my stocking as he ran it carefully from my ankle to my knee. His touch was so light it almost tickled, and I had to tense to keep myself from arching into the sensation.

“You”re going to take all of us, pchelka. I can”t wait to see you cry.”

If he planned on seeing me cry, I knew they had something intense in mind. None of them would hurt me more than I could take, but it wouldn”t be the first time I spilled tears for Alexei. Any retort was driven from my mind as Lukas wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking as he drove a finger in to my cunt.

My back arched off the bed, as a moan spilled from my mouth.

“We better keep you quiet, little Siren. We don”t want you to draw any attention. What if the customers heard you over the music?” Nikolai looked down at me with a smirk.

Even though I knew it wasn”t possible, I nodded. I wanted everything my boys had to give me.

Holding my wrists in one hand, he lowered his zipper with the other. Again, he was commando under his suit pants. Pasha was clearly a bad influence. I said nothing, only opened my mouth as he fed me his cock slowly. Each inch sunk in one at a time.

Pasha gently placed my leg down on Lukas”s back, just as Lukas slid a second finger inside of me. My moan was muffled by Nikolai’s cock as it thrust in halfway. I could no longer see what Pasha was doing, and my eyes closed as I felt him crawl onto the bed. But when a warm mouth engulfed my nipple—tongue flicking over the sensitive bud—I arched off the bed.

These boys were going to drive me crazy.

My hands gripped the sheets tightly, threatening to tear right through them when Lukas pressed a finger against my ass. He teased for just a few moments before he began stretching me open. I wanted to arch further off the bed, but between the four of them, I was trapped. I couldn’t escape the pleasure being forced on me. But I loved every moment.

A sharp pain in my ankle drew my attention. It didn’t pull me out of the sensations. If anything, it added to them.

I couldn’t look at Alexei, as my head was tilted back and my throat full of Nikolai’s cock, but I could hear him when he spoke. “The sooner you come, pchelka, the sooner Nikolai and Pasha are going to fuck you. You want them to, don’t you?”

I did, but it wasn’t all. He said I would take all of them. And that was what I wanted. They had taken away my ability to tell them. To argue with them. Though I was sure if I struggled, they would listen to me. But we had come so far, and I trusted them. It was time to show them how much, even if it was in this small way.

It took little for me to tip over the edge. Between Lukas filling both my holes with his fingers, Pasha teasing my nipples, and Nikolai filling my throat, I was surprised I had lasted this long. My waves of pleasure were drawn out, and Lukas was reluctant to leave between my thighs. I almost choked on Nikolai’s cock when I felt cold steel against my heated pussy. It was only a moment before Lukas lifted his head, Alexei’s knife now at his throat as he tsked in disappointment.

“So fucking greedy, Lukas. Go fill her mouth if you need something to do.” It was a surprise to see Alexei in charge. I would have thought Nikolai would be the one to take the lead when all four boys were together. Though listening to the man with the knife was a good life lesson.

Nikolai pulled back and smirked down at me. “You look good, all flushed like this, little Siren. I can’t wait to taste you.” Any answer I may have given was lost as Pasha appeared between us, capturing my mouth in a kiss. He caught me so off guard I didn’t fight him as he rolled us, so he was now on his back, and I was straddling him.

The man was exceptionally smooth as he gripped my hips and lifted them enough, bringing them back down hard, sheathing his cock in one swift movement. Not even his kiss was enough to quiet me as the piercings of his Jacob’s ladder stimulated me in rapid succession. They’re one of the more intense things I have ever felt. I must have bitten him in surprise, as a copper tang filled the kiss.

I wasn’t given more than a few seconds to adjust before there was a body pressed behind me. Fangs teased against my shoulder, told me it was Nikolai. “You should have heard the sounds coming out of you, little Siren, when you took Pasha’s cock. You’ve got us all entranced, you know.”

I knew he was teasing, but it was also heady, feeling all four of these men trying to bring me pleasure, worshipping me like I had them under my spell.

It felt like they were trying to keep me from speaking. Pasha pulled back from the kiss, but before I could get a word out, Nikolai had grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and making me arch my spine. Lukas kneeled beside Pasha’s head, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly, enticing me. The tip pressed against my lips, and there was another sharp tug on my hair. My lips parted with a gasp, only to be forced wider apart as Lukas thrust forward into my mouth.

I wasn’t sure where Alexei had gone in all of this until his voice came from behind me. “They’re not done yet, pchelka.” There was a teasing quality to his voice, almost sing-song in its tone.

Pasha’s hands had slid up my body to cup my breasts as he thrust minutely, only an inch in and out, barely rocking his hips. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what I wanted, but when I tried to move, tried to bounce my hips and take control, Nikolai’s fingers dug in and held me tightly in place.

“So greedy, little Siren. Well, we have more cock for you, don’t you worry.” Nikolai was a man of his word. One hand left my hip, and the head of his cock pressed against my ass.

I could feel each inch he made me take. I felt so full, and the way both men groaned, they could definitely feel each other.

“Fuck Pasha, those fucking piercings.” Nikolai sounded almost drunk as he moaned against my throat.

Lukas wasn’t letting himself be left out. He was almost languid in the way he was rocking his hips, but the deeper Nikolai pushed into my ass, the deeper Lukas thrust into my mouth. It reached the point I had to swallow around the head of his cock. I couldn’t imagine being more full of cock.

All three of them fell into a steady rhythm. There was never a time when I wasn’t full of at least one cock. Those piercings were driving me crazy, especially when coupled with the feeling of Nikolai’s fangs teasing at the side of my throat.

A hand sank into my hair, and my head was pulled back slightly. Not enough to dislodge Lukas, but enough to make me choke, the feeling of his cock pressing in my airway. Nikolai’s fangs nicked my skin, but that wasn’t my focus any longer. Alexei was standing on the opposite side of Lukas, smirking down at me.

“You’re not crying yet, pchelka. How about we change that?” I couldn’t have answered him, of course, even if I had been able to think. Nikolai chose that moment to bite down on the base of my neck, where it met my shoulder. Pain washed over me, melding with pleasure, and it dragged me down into a sea of sensation.

There was no telling how much of this they had planned. And if I was honest, I didn’t care. I was so full. The sensation wrapped around my whole body and consumed me. My throat burned and each pull of blood from my veins felt like he tugged my soul from my body, leaving behind nothing but pleasure.

Nikolai’s bite distracted me from whatever Alexei was doing. The two men who I was pinned between shifted their weight—moving, adjusting—but I didn’t care. When they stopped, it got my attention. Nikolai bit down harder, and a growl filled my ears as Lukas’s hands threaded into my hair, holding me steady. It was like they were preparing me for something, and it took me only seconds to realize what.

There was another cock pressing against my cunt, trying to force its way inside. I was already too full. It couldn’t possibly fit, but I couldn’t fight it either. Alexei had told me I was going to take all of them, and I was going to cry for him. He was right. Tears welled in my eyes as the pressure built. It was sharp, but not quite painful. Then Alexei forced the tip of his cock in beside Pasha’s. The cry I gave around Lukas’s cock was nothing compared to the sound of pure pleasure which spilled from both Alexei and Pasha.

“Those fucking piercings is right, Pasha.” Alexei praised them as he and Nikolai both moved, while Pasha stayed motionless, keeping me still on his cock.

I couldn’t believe there were four cocks inside me, that my body could take them all. Lukas pulled back enough, so he was out of my throat, his cock lay heavy on my tongue. He used his grip on my hair to turn my head to the side. I hadn’t noticed the mirror on the wall, and my eyes widened as I caught sight of our tangled bodies.

Nikolai was pressed to my spine, his fangs in my throat, eyes glowing. Pasha had his head turned to look at me and gave me a wink as our eyes met. Alexei was behind Nikolai, pressed to the vampire’s spine, and his hands dug into Pasha’s hips hard enough to bruise. Lukas’s head was now thrown back as he pulled my head to its original position before thrusting back into my throat.

I couldn’t last much longer. I wasn’t sure any of us could.

Lukas and Nikolai were the first to speed up. Nikolai’s fangs wrenched from my throat, and he kissed Pasha over my shoulder, sharing my taste. Alexei’s hand came over Nikolai’s shoulder. His fingers dipping into the blood now dripping down my skin and brought it up to smear over Lukas’s face.

Everything was too much. I couldn’t tell where my orgasm originated. It felt like I had always been drowning in pleasure. Like it was my whole reality. It lifted me out of my body and painted my world white as it overwhelmed me. The four of them had pulled me into the depths of an ocean of pleasure and sensation, and I was drowning. It wasn’t the first time darkness had swept over my sight, but it was definitely the most pleasurable.

I couldn’t have been out for long, but when I awoke, I was surrounded by warmth. The sound of a heartbeat was steady underneath me. When I lifted my head, I looked up and saw Lukas smiling down at me. I had been laying with my head on his chest. Nikolai was beside him, with Pasha in a similar position to me. Alexei was behind me, his fingers running up and down my spine.

“Vengeance. Good for the body and the soul.” Pasha always had been the best one at breaking any tension lingering in the air. For the first time in over a decade, I found myself filled with giggles, which shook my whole body.

I’d missed this. Missed my boys. And as laughter filled me, it felt like I was complete in a way I had never imagined I would be again.

Thank god for vengeance.