Epilogue
Epilogue
KINGSTON
“ T hey came! They came!” Iris shrieks the words excitedly as she bursts into my room. Me and Beau share a what the fuck is she talking about look, before I tip my lips into a grin.
“You want to elaborate a little, sweetheart?”
She holds three white garment boxes along with matching envelopes. Each box has one of our names on it. “These were delivered, no information with them so I think it’s from them .” She drops her voice as she indicates the society. “It should be our chosen letters, right?”
“She’s probably right.” Beau practically leaps up from my bed, where he’d been sitting on the edge while we were talking and reaches for his box.
“Fuck, let me have mine, baby.” I hold my hand out and Iris hands it over. “Let’s do this together.” I gesture to my bed and we all climb on, setting our stuff in front of us. I don’t know whether to be excited or dreading this… sure we’re in, but what exactly have we agreed to in the future? I thought I knew but after the mind fuck we all went through, I say bullshit, we know nothing about what may go down.
“Ready?” Beau asks, and Iris nods excitedly. He counts to three and we rip off the tops of our boxes. We probably should’ve been a little more careful, given anything could be inside.
What we find is pretty fucking dangerous in itself. I stare down at the mask I’ve seen haunt me everywhere since this year began and the robe underneath it. One thing gives me pause. The color . I exhale in relief. “You notice the color?”
“Yeah,” Beau mutters, just as stunned as I am.
“What does it mean?” Iris questions, pulling the lush material out to rub her hand over the soft, thick robe. She’s been reading the book from her grandfather but she still doesn’t know everything yet.
“It’s sapphire,” I mumble, moving for the card.
“It’s not emerald,” Beau confirms.
“Okay…” she draws the word out and I meet her gaze.
“It means what your grandfather was claiming before, is proving to be true. If they’re emerald or ruby, then they’re for lower members. Ours signifies elder status. Legacy . We’re officially members and we’re higher up in the society then most people who spend their entire lives proving themselves are.”
She takes my words in, going for the card next. We all open them at the same time, pulling the fancy cardstock out. It’s the same as my invitation.
Kingston Banks
It’s our pleasure to inform you your chosen has been decided. You are forever linked to Iris Kensington. May your union be solidified in blood and love.
Congratulations, legacy. Now you are always watching.
I hold my card up for the others to read as my stomach twists with anticipation. I have so much to be thankful for, if this truly is our chance at forever together. I’d be getting everything I dreamed of, yet so much more. Beau and Iris hold theirs up and we each take turns reading them. Theirs say the same thing as mine, except Iris’ card has both mine and Beau’s names listed as her chosen.
“Why does it say linked in blood?” she questions, brow scrunched in thought.
“There’s a ceremony,” Beau speaks up.
I nod. “Yep. It should be tonight at midnight. Probably Lost Souls Park.” She groans and I shrug. “Sorry baby, but you’ll have to get used to the park unless we’re able to move the meetings and stuff around. I’m sure we’ll learn about everything to come soon enough now.”
“It gives me the creeps.”
“Us too,” Beau grumbles, rubbing his thumb over her name on his card. I bet he’s thinking the same thing I am… we’re finally allowed to be together. For real this time, with the society’s support.
“I have an idea. It could help ease the stress of tonight.” I shoot a smirk at Beau, and he picks up on it right away. “Take your clothes off and put on your robe,” I command Iris. “I want to fuck you in your new colors, legacy .”
Her gaze lights with fire at my tone, but she fucking loves it. I know so or she’d fight me on it. She sets our cards on the dresser then begins to strip out of her clothes, the show a delicious tease. I slide my gym shorts down my thighs, freeing my cock and put the Anonymous mask on. It’s white with the eyebrows and mustache in an inky black. It’s a bit shadowed and sculpted to make it appear creepier than the typical masks you’d find at a costume shop. Grabbing my robe, I stand, placing it over my shoulders while adjusting my face behind my mask so it’s perfect. It fits like it was designed for me and the feeling of power coursing through my blood as I wear it, is a touch frightening. I’m invincible… untouchable to anyone outside the society.
I help Iris into her robe as she watches Beau remove his clothes, sliding the mask over his face. I wonder how she feels not being able to see our expressions? Stepping closer, my front meets her back and I reach around her hip. I’m eager to have her, especially like this, when my skin is on fire with the heady sensation of lust and power. My fingers trail to the sweet spot between her thighs and I draw in a pleased breath.
“You’re soaked. You want to be fucked in these masks, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes as my fingertips glide through her juices, pushing in deep. She cries out, tipping her head back as I retreat, then plunge back inside. She soaks my knuckles, her eagerness making my cock rock hard for her.
“I enjoy watching, but right now, I want your pussy,” Beau growls, making our woman ache with desire.
“Be a good girl and climb on his cock, Iris. I’ll take you from behind. I’m going to be rough,” I warn, my balls feeling extra heavy between my thighs as I remove my fingers and shove her forward. She falls to his chest, pushing his mask up enough to see his mouth. Beau’s hand grabs the back of her neck to take her in a blistering kiss. Her hips gyrate as she rubs her needy pussy all over his big cock. “Yes, sink on that monster so I can start fucking you.”
My hands fall to her hips, helping guide her to his tip as she continues kissing him. She wiggles, her hand shooting between their bodies to move him so he can plunge inside her. It’s sexy as fuck watching him enter her as I push her hips down. I control the pace, lifting and pushing, and it’s a heady feeling witnessing them both get pleasure by my hands. I’m so turned on by the sight, my cock leaks, the fluid spreading over her ass cheek each time I get close enough to rub against one of the perfect globes.
More of her wetness escapes around his cock with each thrust and my fingers impatiently collect every drop I can, spreading it around her ass and the tip of my cock. Lining myself up, I give no warning as I shove my hips forward, sinking my fingers in my mouth at the same time. A groan rumbles my chest at having her taste on my tongue while sliding into her tight hole. She grips my cock like a motherfucking vice, and I see stars.
Beau’s cock rubs mine through her thin barrier with each shift of our hips and I swear my vision clouds with black spots. I haven’t been into men much in the past, and Beau’s my best friend, but…his cock rubbing mine while we’re both inside Iris is not something I can explain. It’s on a deeper, more emotional level, which makes it the best sex of my life. I would do anything for him…as much as I would for her.
“Fuck,” he groans, mask back in place as his hands grip her thighs. His fingers wrap around to rest in the spot right under her ass and with every thrust, my thighs rub against them.
“So good,” I huff between shifting forward and back. With Iris so turned on and relaxed, I drive in harder, meaning what I said earlier. This isn’t sweet sex, it’s us fucking her in her robe while we wear our fucked up society masks. She clenches around our cocks, making us moan together and my toes curl. “Naughty,” I chastise, and give her round booty a swift smack.
She jolts from the sting, making us moan all over again. Goosebumps spiral over her silky flesh, and I can tell she’s getting close. Any time her creamy skin flushes and shivers, she’s about to come, hard.
Grabbing her hair, I wrench her head back. I hold her firmly in place, staring into her beautiful eyes as I continue to pump into her. “Who do you love?” I grit out, ready to explode.
“You,” she cries.
“And?”
“Beau.”
“Good, now fucking scream it.” I hammer into her and Beau does the same below.
She screams.
No one here will ever doubt who she belongs to.
“Welcome, legacies,” we’re greeted as we wait around the stone altar. It’s the same one as before, located in the middle of the Lost Souls Park. The woods are dark and quiet, the only light shining from the lanterns held by the many members surrounding us. There are candles on the altar alight, but they don’t shine too brightly. The one thing giving me a bit more peace of mind this time around is the fact we have robes and masks on as well, but ours signify we’re above those surrounding us.
The dagger with the stormy colored diamonds and sapphires I was offered the first night I was invited here rests on the altar, and I’m hoping I don’t have to kill another random tonight. It’s a blood ceremony, but I’m not thinking sacrifice.
The figure before us instructs, “We’re here to honor your blood ceremony. We bind you… the link forever offering your chosen safety within the society. The only way in is blood and sacrifice, the only way out is death. Hold out your palms and let us begin.”
We follow instructions, releasing our hold on each other to place our hands out.
“Typically you cut one hand and link it to your chosen. Your case is different so I’m giving you two options. One, the middle member slices both hands to link with one of each of yours.”
“The second?” I impatiently ask. I don’t enjoy the idea of Iris slitting both her hands open.
“The other option is you each slice both hands and join as one. I’ll leave your fate to you,” he says ominously, like it’s another test. We may be an exception to their normal chosens, but they need to realize here and now, we’re together as one. Of course I’ll pledge myself to them both, there was never any other way for me to begin with. He approaches me with the knife, gesturing for which palm I want him to slice into.
“ Both ,” I state firmly. It stings, but in a good way, because I know this is essentially the same as a marriage ceremony in the eyes of the society.
Iris does the same, and I hate her little cry of pain with each cut.
Beau nods and holds still as a statue as his palms are sliced.
The man steps back, and I get a sense we’ve pleased him somehow. The distorted voice still makes me uneasy but judging by the height… it’s Iris’ grandfather. He speaks loudly enough so everyone around us can hear him as well. “Now, join hands and forever be linked by blood. You’ve sacrificed, proved yourselves, and now you are rewarded, for the Brotherhood of Darkness is for life.”
We answer his command by standing in a triangle, one bloody hand pressed to Iris’, and the other bloody hand pressed to Beau’s.
We’re one, and together, we’ll rule The Brotherhood of Darkness .
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