10. Chapter Ten
Chapter ten
My body jolts upright as my chest heaves, filling itself with air that it longed for desperately. The smell of cedar and whiskey fills my nose, instantly giving me the sense of safety.
The soreness that I expended from the sudden movement doesn’t fester. In fact, I don’t feel anything at all.
My eyes flutter open meeting a pair of onyx eyes, a sharp jaw that’s set tight, and a strong hand hovering over my face.
His hand lowers, cradling the side of my cheek as his thumb brushes over my lips with so much tenderness.
The gesture is so gentle, nothing you would expect from a creature who wreaks havoc.
“There you are, Little Witch.” His deep voice makes my insides melt into putty.
“W-what happened? Is it over?” I push up, trying to be in an upright position but fail miserably as a wave of dizziness hits.
Instantly regretting my decision, I lay back down slowly as a hand catches my head from hitting the hard surface. Glancing to the side, I notice a stone structure with markings below me. Panic rises as I realize that I’m once again on the one thing that was used to try to take my life.
Noticing my reaction, another set of arms picks me up in a cradle position and moves me off the tainted stone towards a grassy part of the earth.
“You’re safe, Brooklyn. They can’t hurt you anymore,” Kallen reassures me as he sits next to me with a relaxed posture.
Observing the scene around us, there’s black substance coating the earth's surface, flesh torn up into pieces, and a lit fire crackling a few yards away. It looks like an absolute war zone with no survivors except the four of us.
Damn, they earned the title of being the most feared because these Hellbound things didn't stand a chance. Warmth fills my chest, realizing that they did this all for me. They killed to save me and didn’t even blink an eye.
Books always exaggerated how the MMC would burn the world down for his girl.
I used to long to have that kind of man in my life to do the same thing, but I knew it wasn’t real. Goddess, I was so wrong.
“How am I even alive right now? They fucked me up good and I feel no pain. How’s that even possible?” I ask, glancing at Kallen as Bryden takes a seat next to us.
I notice that Cayson has moved away from me and taken a position leaning against a tree. His tenderness from moments ago is gone, replaced with a stone-cold expression and a set jaw. He looks absolutely pissed. Such a moody fucker.
“When you passed out, we moved you back to the stone. It had lingering magic still attached from earlier. We used that magic and fed you Cayson’s blood to mend your injuries. Not a scratch will be found on your pretty little body,” Bryden answers as he twirls a piece of my hair in his fingers.
The twins eye me possessively causing my toes to curl.
Staring at both of them, I notice the little scars that adorn their faces and necks hidden below their tattoos.
The way their heads tilt when they watch me and the way their noses flare as if they're inhaling my scent to savor. Their tattoos are of different interconnected designs that give you an illustration of stories that are begging to be told. They’re magnificent, and honestly, kind of turning me on right now.
The urge to have their hands roaming my body, their lips tracing my skin, and their scent wraps me in a tight cocoon is huge. They’ve proven to me they’re more than just monsters, but a part of me wants them to show me how bad they can be, in other ways.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Brooklyn? If you would have just obeyed when told to stay put, this shit would have never happened,” Cayson interrupts my thoughts as he kicks off the tree he was leaning up against.
The look in his eyes is terrifying. Primal rage oozes from his pores as he stalks towards me with slow intense steps. Honestly, it’s kind of a turn on. Apparently my pussy is taking over my thoughts because all she wants is for him to take all that anger and unleash it on me.
“I-I heard you talking. I heard that I should be disposed of. I didn’t want to die. I just wanted to go home. Listen, I know you’re pissed. Rightfully so. I was more safe with you and I shouldn’t have ran. I’m sorry.” God, I sound like a weak bitch right now, but he has a point.
As he gets closer to me, I can feel my arousal seep from my core and my skin getting hot with those deadly eyes pinning me in place.
The twins do nothing to calm him down; no doubt they’re just as pissed.
He’s just more forward with his anger than they are.
They shift to their feet and move to the side, giving their brother space. Traitors.
“You’re sorry? That isn’t enough for me, Little Witch. I want you to beg for our forgiveness. I want you to show me how fucking sorry you are,” he growls as his hand shoots out and wraps around my neck.
His grip tightens around my throat, leaving just enough for me to breathe, barely.
He lifts me up off the ground, legs dangling, hardly touching the tips off the grass.
My hands instinctively shoot up, clinging to his arm, and my body begins to quiver.
Not from fear that he’s going to hurt me but from the excitement of what my punishment is going to be.
The scared, timid girl from earlier is long gone. The slut who wants to be railed by my saviors has come forward. The pull towards them is still present and the bond has only strengthened between us. Thank you, Mother, for making the deal with the devil.
Still clinging to his hold, he moves us toward the dead pieces of flesh. I gasp for air as his hold tightens every step he takes to his desired designation. He stops, holding me above a dead, torn-up body, and drops me into the pile.
I gasp as the rotting flesh connects with mine and dark, sticky blood splatters all over me. My eyes widen, wondering what the hell he has planned and what kind of sick fantasy he has brewing in that delicious skull of his.
He looks over to his brothers, communicating without a single word leaving their lips and they begin to strip out of their clothes, neatly placing them off to the side.
Their eyes glow with hunger as they slowly prowl toward me as they lick their lips.
My legs squeeze together as the tingling feeling heightens, causing my body to slightly shudder with need.
Bryden walks towards me naked with ink that decorates every inch of his hard, defined, muscular body.
And his cock, dear goddess bless me, is that thing huge!
He watches me as I memorize every inch of him, which makes him get even harder.
I want to feel him. I want to taste him and most of all…
I want him to destroy me. I want them all to destroy me.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask seductively. My hands travel up to my neck and I slowly trace down my chest.
I spread my legs open for them to see how turned on they make me feel.
I slowly push my nightgown up and slide my panties to the side before my fingers circle my clit, causing a moan to escape from my lips.
I don’t break eye contact with them as I move in a faster rhythm before I insert a finger inside me and pump in and out.
Kallen moves closer to his brothers to get a better view. Their eyes blow wide and their chests rise and fall harder as they break from my stare and watch as I pleasure myself. I’m teasing them, seeing how far I can go before they pounce on me.
“Little Witch…” He breathes heavily as his hand fists his cock, pumping up and down as he stares down at my pussy.
I insert another finger and quicken my pace as my other hand lifts from the ground, covered in blood. Pulling down the top of my gown, I grasp my breast and squeeze as my climax builds. Blood smears across my chest but I’m so far gone to feel the slightest bit of disgust.
Clearly I’m blinded by lust because, fuck me, I come as I fuck myself on top of dead bodies.
This is the craziest, sickest thing I have ever done but it’s worth it.
Worth giving myself to the three demons who fought to keep me alive.
All doubt had been washed away when they appeared from the trees to claim what’s theirs.
“You’re playing wicked games for someone who was so terrified of us. Remember, Brooklyn, you brought this upon yourself,” Cayson growls as his two brothers travel at ungodly speed and yank me to my feet.
Bryden rips my gown from my body into shreds, disposing of it to the side. His eyes travel down my body as if he’s assessing what he’s going to do to me. My body shivers with excitement, wanting their hands to touch me immediately.
Kallen is pressed up against me from the back and rips my panties off so I’m naked and exposed to them. Not like it matters, I was just being a hoe and had my full lady bits on display as I got myself off.
His hard cock presses up against me as his hands come up to my breasts and massages them.
Bryden leans in and captures a nipple from his brother's hand and starts to suck and bite as Kallen traces his tongue along my neck.
I feel a sudden sting as he sinks his teeth into my flesh and sucks me like a damn vampire.
This feeling is torture to be honest. It’s like the horny flood gates opened and I’m so consumed by want that my body vibrates in blinding pleasure. I need more but I don’t want him to stop.
I peek my eyes open that I didn’t realize I shut and notice that Cayson has moved closer to us as he watches his brothers play with me. He’s fisting his cock and I watch it grow in his hand. I’m salivating over the sight and I want nothing more than to lick the pre-cum from his tip.
One of my hands travels to the front and wraps around Bryden’s cock and slowly thrusts up and down causing him to moan from the sudden touch. My other hand moves backwards as I do the same to Kallen and his teeth sink deeper in my neck as I pump up and down.