19. Ruin
Chapter 19
Ruin
All Celia needs is a little courage, so I flatten my palms against her shoulders and…
Push.
She tips forward, caught off balance, and her mouth lands on Thanatos’s, stunning them both into blessed silence. They were way too fucking loud. I exhale slowly, releasing some of the tension in my muscles as I continue holding her to the spot, rooting them together at the lips.
It doesn’t bother me that they want to fuck each other. The only one of us it bothers—besides Rage, but he’s got a jealousy problem—is the two of them, both of them too stubborn and prideful to get it over with. He likely thinks that he’s stepping on our toes, and she might still hold animosity towards him for all of the hateful things he said to her.
I still remember every word, and I bet Celia does, too.
That’s why they need to get all the poison out of their system so that they can start fresh. None of us will get any sleep at night if the two of them are at each other’s throats, especially if we have a newborn baby screaming at all hours of the day. Hopefully, the baby will take after… whoever has the best temperament. Probably Thanatos, which is why I’m okay with him and Celia being together.
It makes sense.
Neither of them moves, so I slide up behind her and block her in with my hands on her hips and her back pressed to mine, the same way Rebel did for me when I first kissed Celia, or she first kissed me. I’m not too sure who moved first.
The same is happening here—both Thanatos and Celia colliding without words. Briefly, a flash of a memory of Celia and Rage being pushed together at the club comes to mind, but it fades the instant that Thanatos finally moves, his hands wrapping around Celia’s fists. They’re clenched so tightly that he has to pry them open, and then—and only then—do either of them remember to breathe. Her eyes flutter open to find that his are shut, her lips parting as he deepens the kiss, pouring his weight onto her, and then onto me. I take a step back and she stumbles, but Thanatos is quick to catch her, dragging her back to his body and grabbing her hip to steady her.
They stare at each other with half-lidded gazes, drunk on the adrenaline flowing through their veins, standing at a crossroads.
Will they continue tugging this thread loose, or will they choose to tie themselves into knots over the clear attraction between them?
Clicking on my earpiece, I sigh. “We’re in the acrobat room. Employee entrance.”
“Fucking finally ,” Rebel whines, making me flinch. My head throbs, and I quickly remove the ear bud and slip it into my pocket. That’s enough stimulation for one night, thank you. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a blunt, quickly lighting it and taking a deep pull. The smoke flows past my lips in a lazy haze as I watch Celia and Than.
They still haven’t moved.
“Let me go,” she whispers, fisting the front of his shirt and doing absolutely nothing about how he’s holding her.
“I can’t,” Than breathes, his eyebrows pinching together. “I can’t do that, Princess.”
She huffs, a single punch of air passing her lips. “Why not?”
His answer is immediate. “I don’t want to.”
Biting her bottom lip, she draws his eye to her mouth. “We can’t do this.”
“We can’t.”
“We can’t. ”
With a frustrated growl, Thanatos cups her cheek and tilts her head back. “We fucking can. ” His lips crash into hers, earning a heady moan from our girl. He plucks her lips between his and slides his fingers into her hair, snagging on the knots. She moans again, wrapping her hand around the base of his neck and pulling him in, deepening their connection.
I almost feel like an intruder, but I was here first.
Slipping my hands into my front pockets while pinching the blunt between my teeth, I watch the two of them fight for dominance. She bites his lip, and he bites back, their breaths short and quick as if they’re worried the moment will be over in the blink of an eye.
Nothing more than a wet dream.
Thanatos has dreamt of this—I can see it in the way he touches her, running his hands through her hair and across her cheeks, sighing into her mouth like a man who has waited for this his entire life.
Celia, on the other hand, is trembling from head to foot, clinging to his neck and shoulders like a lifeline. She touches the raised scar on his cheek, then the one cutting through his lip, a long-forgotten knife having made its mark.
As I slip Than’s switchblade into my boot and pick up my hunting knife from the floor, the door to the casino swings open. Rage and Rebel push through one after the other, with Rebel grinning like a cat while Rage broods like a bull. They approach quickly, not caring for stealth. As the door snaps shut, Thanatos and Celia jerk back, the two of them startled apart. Celia’s face is flushed a pretty pink, while Thanatos’s ears burn bright red.
Hm. Maybe they weren’t ready, after all.
She wraps her arm around mine and grabs my hand, standing boldly on display. I remove the blunt from my teeth and grab her chin, pulling her face up to mine to exhale into her mouth. Her pretty eyes widen, but she inhales like a good girl, coughing after a moment. I press my nose to her temple and smile, enjoying the smell of me on her skin. Smoking with her is going to be fun.
“Well, well, well,” Rebel muses cheekily as he comes to a stop in front of us, grinning from ear to ear. “What do we have here? Having fun, baby?” He winks as he looks between the three of us, me with Celia to the left, while Thanatos stands alone to the right. “If I’d known we were having a party, I would have brought champagne.”
“This isn’t funny,” Rage snaps, glaring at everyone. “You can’t turn off your comms. You can’t ignore—” He growls, gnashing his teeth and pacing in a tight line between us and Rebel. After taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of his nose, he finally looks up at Celia. “Are you hurt?” His eyes scan her body, his lips twitching at all of the marks on her skin.
My smile spreads, and I chuckle into Celia’s hair.
She’s mine now, too, Rage. Body and soul.
My older brother might have gotten there first, but my touch will linger the longest. I brush my knuckles over the bruises on her right breast, enjoying the sharp intake of her breath as I graze her nipple.
“I’m fine, Rage. I told you that I was okay.”
“You promised,” he murmurs, flicking his gaze to mine. “Is she okay, Ruin?”
“Crystal,” I sigh, taking another pull from my blunt. I lift an eyebrow at Celia, and she tilts her chin up, allowing me to exhale into her mouth again. Electricity zings down my spine as the transfer turns into a kiss, her lips soft and warm and sweet on mine.
This could get very addicting, very quickly.
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Rebel chuckles, “but whatever. She’s fine, Rage, can’t you see?” He waves his hand, gesturing towards Celia. “She’s got that glow.”
I frown, pulling away from Celia to stare at my brother. “What glow?”
If he takes her soul from me?—
“You know, the glow. That well-fucked look. Your hair’s a mess, baby.” Rebel snickers as he steps up to us and runs his fingers through Celia’s long, soft waves, pulling them over her shoulders so that the ends kiss the top of her breasts. Admiring her appearance, he smirks, then leans in to steal a kiss from her pouty lips. “Mmm. Give me a hit, Ruin.” He tilts his head to the side for me to place the blunt between his lips, then takes a deep breath, the tip of the roll burning bright orange. Once he’s gotten enough, he cups Celia’s face in both hands and seals their lips together, smiling as they share the smoke.
Their transfer also turns into a kiss, Rebel quickly sliding his tongue between her lips and moaning.
“None of you should be getting high,” Thanatos sighs, running a hand through his hair. His neck is still flushed, and despite his chastisement, he’s staring at Celia like he wants another taste. He unbuttons his vest and shucks it off, leaving it on the floor. Sweat makes his dress shirt cling to his skin, the material thin enough that we can see the tattoos across his chest. “Tonight isn’t about having fun, it’s about?—”
“Killing our dad,” Rage interrupts, scowling at him. “That’s rich, coming from the man who just had his tongue down my wife’s throat.”
Rebel moans again, kissing Celia harder and grabbing her ass to haul her body against his.
“You’re not married,” Thanatos counters, his eyes narrowing. “I’d never take her from you, you know that.”
“But you’ll fuck her when my back is turned, is that it?”
Sighing, Rebel pulls away from Celia’s lips to rest his forehead against hers. “Guys, c’mon, do you really want to argue while she’s still naked? She’s even—” A shudder racks his body as he slides his fingers between her thighs—“you have to see feel this. Baby, lie down for me. That’s it. Good girl.” As he helps her onto her back, all four of us crowd around. “Spread your legs, beautiful. Don’t be shy.”
Blushing furiously, Celia obeys, covering her face with her forearm. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Believe it, baby. Now look, boys. You see that?” He licks his lips. “That’s our pussy. This is our girl. She wants us all to share. Isn’t that right, Celia?”
There’s a beat of silence before she whispers a quiet yes.
“You’ve gotta say it louder or they won’t believe it.”
“Yes!”
I stare at Celia’s glistening pussy, my cum coating her lips and clit.
Yeah, that’s mine, too.
I glance at each of my brothers and notice that not only are they all staring at her wet pussy, but all three of them are suddenly rock hard, their dicks tenting their pants. I take another hit of my blunt, my own cock twitching back to life. “We can’t all fuck her at once.”
Rebel smirks. “Can’t we?”
“Rebel!” Celia throws her arm down to glare at him. “You most certainly can not! ” She closes her thighs and pushes up onto her elbows. Once she sees how hard everyone is, she can’t stop staring at our crotches. “Listen, I know this is a little unorthodox?—”
One of my brothers snorts out loud.
She glares at the culprit. “—but I really do want…” She bites her lip. “All of you. Maybe we can take turns.”
Rage falls to his knees and grabs both of hers, slowly prying them open. “No.”
No?
I tilt my head to the side as he caresses her creamy thighs. Rage always thinks that he’s in charge, but if Celia is the one we all want… wouldn’t that make her the boss?
What’s the saying— wearing the pants ?
I rub my eyes and pass the blunt to Rebel. He would understand it, I think, but from where I’m standing, Celia is the only one of us naked right now. She has no pants.
At the moment.
Rage cups Celia’s pussy and pushes his fingers inside, then he gathers what cum remains around her lips and pushes that inside, too. She whimpers, her face burning and chest heaving. “Wh-what are you doing?”
He exhales slowly, tearing his eyes away from her cunt to study her face. “ We are going to get you pregnant, mama. If that means that Thanatos is a part of this… if you really want him, too…” Gently, he removes his fingers and holds them up to her lips. “Who am I to say no?” He pushes his fingers inside of her mouth, coating her tongue in my cum and hers. “Lick me clean, love. Good.” He swallows at the same time she does, then pulls his hand back and grabs her thigh. “I’m not thrilled about sharing you with another man. I’m not going to lie about that.” With his other hand, he undoes his belt, freeing his cock and stroking it hard, a muscle in his jaw jumping. “But I promised that I would do anything to give you the life you want, so I will.” His breathing grows harsh. “Are you ready for it, mama?” Tipping his head back, he groans. “Because I’m ready.”
She glances up at me, then at the procession of men standing—and kneeling—before her. Biting her lip, she sits up and crawls on her knees to Rage, straddling his thick thighs before slowly, very slowly , lowering her pussy over his cock. He groans deeply as he bottoms out, grabbing the back of her head and slamming her lips over his. She cries out, the sound lost to Rage’s growls as he punches his hips up to meet hers.
I know that her pussy is sore. Her body, too, if the rope burns criss-crossing her skin mean anything. I lick my lips, ignoring the swell of my cock to enjoy the view for what it is.
A perfect moment.
The beginning of the end.
Till death do us part, krosotka.