Chapter 40
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“ Y ou’re gonna be the death of us, love.”
As Poe sets my mask back in position, I catch a devious glint in her eyes behind that ruby-red skull covering her face. Keeping both hands cupped around my jaw, she leans in a little closer.
“Be my butcher anytime.”
Her mouth, those words, they’re fucking hypnotic. A drug I’m going to be left wandering aimlessly, seeking out hit after hit. That kiss damn well blindsided me, dragged me back from a bleak cliff edge, and made me want something so much better for all of us than this shitty, god-awful circumstance we’ve found ourselves in.
“Couldn’t wait, hmm?” Hawke’s voice appears out of the shadows, sounding amused rather than pissed that I’ve got our pretty little thing perched in my lap with her perfect tits pressed against my chest.
“Poe had the misfortune to become acquainted with Oliver Greyson senior.” I deadpan.
“Shit.” Hawke steps closer, his broad shoulders blocking part of the spotlight. “That sick fuck always turns up when there’s fresh meat on display. You’re both alright?”
I watch as his blue eyes land on Poe from behind his mask. The gold splatter up the side glimmers and glints against the skull, concealing his expression, but the concern lingering there is evident.
He’s just as fucked as the rest of us when it comes to her.
A heavy palm slips around the back of my neck, mingling with Poe’s hold on me. Angel drags my attention up to where he stands right over us both, having arrived at the same time as Hawke. That crimson-smeared mask he wears, which makes him look like a warlord fresh off the battlefield, is imposing at the best of times.
Yet, his brown eyes are filled with sorrow, and I feel that all too familiar knot building in my chest when it comes to him. He knows more than anyone what it’s like to have to fight in order to survive the beastly torture of your own family line, and I appreciate him checking in with me more than he could ever know.
Having someone who understands this shit without needing to be told, or having to put it into words, that’s something precious indeed.
“Our little flower decided to put on a show before the main event.” I let my hands slide down to palm her ass. “Now, you’ve got all of us here at your disposal. What do you want to happen next?”
Her eyes widen.
Angel’s hand remains heavily at my nape, almost as if he damn well knows just how good it feels having him ground me, holding onto me while my head gradually stops spinning. He knows how impossible it always is to relinquish the rage that seeing my father always boils and churns to the surface like a pot of scalding oil .
Poe tilts her head to gaze at Angel first, before pausing on Hawke. There’s something in her energy that doesn’t have to be said out loud—he knows exactly what our girl is asking.
She wants him to take charge.
Hell, I’ve seen plenty of sides to Hawke Calliano, and the version of him that gets filthy when he’s in command of a scene is fucking fine by me.
He transforms in all of the time it takes to watch her lips part ever so slightly. Stalking around behind her so that she can’t follow his location with her eyes, he stops to take in the sight I know will be turning his dick to goddamn stone.
Feeling the weight of his judgment, his stern assessment of her ass, the curve and dip of soft skin at her waist, and the feminine arch to her spine, she squirms while still straddling my lap.
I get it. I really fucking do. Because it is an impossible, implausible thing to be caught in the high-beam of Hawke’s sapphire eyes and not start heating from head to toe. He’s cruel and caring in that intoxicating collision of methods to the pleasurable torment he inflicts, and doesn’t the guy know it.
“I think someone has been greedy without waiting for permission first.” He muses out loud, reducing Poe to a willingly pliant, obedient creature within the space of a few seconds. “If you want any rewards tonight, you’ll have to follow orders very carefully.”
Goosebumps fly down her shoulders, and I hear the delicious hitch in her breath as she lets him assume control.
“Words,” Hawke says, in a voice that reaches deep inside my chest, and fuck, I’ve never been interested in being submissive. Still, I can only imagine that tone of voice would feel goddamn incredible if you wanted him to be in that position of power.
“Yes, Sir,” Poe exhales, and hearing the tinge of pleasure in her voice makes my cock start to thicken.
Right now, me and Angel are about to get a front-row seat to the way these two spark off one another, and it’s incredibly fucking hot to witness. I’m a psycho for having this girl all to myself, but seeing her shared between the three of us is something else entirely.
“You know what to do, then.”
Poe nibbles on her bottom lip and shifts off my lap with a final flash of her eyes straight into mine. A look that tells me just how proud she is to show us, to include us in all of this. She does the same for Angel, reassuring him with that seductive little glance from behind her mask that everything from here on out is how she wants it to go.
“Very good.” As soon as she settles on her knees, head bowed and facing Hawke’s polished boots, he lets those words coat her with as much of a caress as if he were running a finger down the side of that sweetheart face in adoration.
Oh, yeah. He’s well and truly screwed.
The guy might be embracing his yes, Sir Dom bullshit, but he’s got hearts for eyes as he watches Poe be the perfect, obedient little thing for him.
Good thing to know the three of us are all equally fucked when this implodes on us. Somehow, we’ve all come to an unspoken agreement that we simply don’t fucking care anymore.
Around us, the room is a hum of anticipation; the air crackles with the electric tension of sex. Hushed voices blend into a sea of white noise as the crowd busy themselves wandering the room in order to view each platform. They’re vying for the opportunity to view up close the initiatory experience of the various Household members bringing someone new into this world.
From further across the room there are sounds all too familiar within the walls of Noire House. Noises that you’ll hear any night of the week coming from the main halls and private rooms. Slaps of a palm against bare flesh. Moans of both pleasure and the torture of denial. However, within the angle of this spotlight playing on our sordid little stage, it’s impossible to see beyond the curtain of light where it falls at the edge of this platform. Even if there were a hundred onlookers standing right there, it would be nearly impossible to see them from where we’re positioned, and that’s entirely the point.
We are here to pretend they don’t exist. To act as if we’re no different than the specimens encased and stored within glass jars of my workshop. Here to be observed and ogled all while we carry out the archaic rite of initiation to the ranks of the Noire House elite.
We’re here to fuck Posey Reed in public, and seal her fate to those who think they’re going to have all her future days locked within their grasp.
Here I am with the taste of her still on my lips, and all I know is that I’ll be hacking motherfuckers apart in her name until my fingers crack and bleed. I don’t know that I can fathom, or contemplate, letting her go.
“Whose cock do you want?” Hawke asks with that superior tone that he’s such a master at wielding. Standing over her, looking down with arms folded, he’s an imposing sight, and yet this girl holds all the power. Every single card is clutched against those diamonds nestled in the valley of her full breasts, and all Poe has to do is say the words.
“What would please you the most?”
I’m glad for the coverage of my mask because our girl knows how to play the game. She’s toying with Hawke while being the dutiful kneeling figure he so openly enjoys gazing down upon. There’s no hiding the evidence pressed hard against his fly, and it’s a fucking picture seeing how easily his perfectly structured world has fallen apart at the seams as soon as Poe entered it.
In all the years I’ve known the Callianos, there has never been a time when I’ve seen Hawke so desperate for a woman. It would be damn well typical that the first person he falls for is someone he’ll end up losing his head for trying to keep. At the rate we’re going, all of us will.
“Don’t play coy. We all know how openly you drool over their dicks. Which one do you want filling that tight pussy? Because there are three of us, and you’re going to show off how well you worship multiple cocks at the same time.” He reaches down to hook her chin, tilting Poe’s gaze to stare up at him from that position kneeling for him, and he absently swipes a thumb across her bottom lip. “We might have to fulfill certain requirements this evening, but no matter what happens, we are going to protect you, ok?”
His voice drops low as he says those words. Quiet enough that I can barely make them out, which means anyone who might be watching on won’t be able to catch what he’s saying to her. All they’ll see is a Dom standing over his sub, grasping her chin.
“Would it not please you to choose, Sir?” she murmurs, before sinking forward to close her lips around Hawke’s thumb and suck him ever so softly.
Jesus.
My dick nearly erupts out of my pants at the sight. Poe, on her knees in skimpy lingerie—with those plush lips of hers wrapped around him—drives a furious need inside me. While I would rather be anywhere than here, tonight is going to be the moment we finally all get to do this together, and it feels like a goddamn headrush.
“I think you need to learn to ask nicely.”
Poe pops off his thumb and licks her lips hastily.
“I’d like Angel’s cock, please… Sir.”
“Of course you do, greedy girl. All those fancy piercings are too tempting.” Hawke chastises her, and at the same time, the man who still has a hand firmly planted at my nape squeezes his fingertips.
“Then you’d better come and bring that pretty pussy over here,” I say, nudging the man beside me to trade places. I don’t exactly know what Hawke’s game plan is, but he can keep calling the shots, and I’ll happily follow.
“Off you go.” He instructs, and our girl is quick to act as she scrambles to her feet and crosses to stand between Angel’s spread knees.
From behind his red-stained mask, he watches her keenly. Studies every tiny detail of body language, and I know he’s more concerned about making sure she remains protected from the vultures within this ballroom.
“Turn around.” Hawke draws in close now, and it brings him and me shoulder to shoulder. I suddenly get the feeling I know the intention behind this man’s plan.
“I think our slut will look fantastic riding his dick just like that.” My head tilts to drink in a long, appreciative look at Poe’s curves. As she stands there, caged in on all sides by our three figures—Angel’s enormous chest secured in place where he’s seated behind her, and the two of us looming in front—those heels don’t do much to increase that diminutive stature. We almost entirely crowd her, knowing there are no rules about how we’re supposed to go about our performance this evening.
As long as there’s sex on display, that fulfills the Anguis’ requirements. No one said anything about having to spread Poe out like a feast. We can be greedy, selfish assholes, and it still complies with the demands of her initiation.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take his cock, while keeping those eyes on us?”
Poe nods, with chest heaving as the words ghost out. “Yes, Sir.”
“Angel, you’ll have to help her,” Hawke says. “Leave those panties on, we don’t need any assholes in here tonight seeing what belongs to us.”
Of course, the man at her back needs no second invitation. Big palms glide up over those lush hips, in a reverential sweep, and Poe damn near melts on the spot with a shudder.
“Oh, I don’t think she’ll have any trouble taking that giant cock of yours,” I smirk behind my mask. “You’re already drenched, aren’t you, love?”
Her teeth sink into that plump bottom lip.
“Grey asked you a question.” The man beside me rasps as his hands start slowly working his belt. Hearing that metallic clank sends a bolt zapping down my spine as anticipation continues to build.
Heat flows between the four of us in a way that feels so deeply familiar. The proximity of us all is a wicked, tantalizing sensation.
Poe’s dark eyes continue to blow out with lust the longer Angel’s hands roam over her skin, and he doesn’t wait for her to answer before giving in to the temptation of finding out for himself. Instead, he snakes a hand across the soft lower swell of her stomach and slides below the delicate fabric.
“Wonder what he’s gonna find, hmm.” I follow Hawke’s lead, and start unthreading the leather of my belt as I keep my eyes fixed on the place where Angel’s hand sinks into her pussy. “And we know the big guy can’t answer for you, so go on, tell us just how soaked you are, little flower.”
Her stomach caves, and the softest droplet of a whimper escapes at that moment Angel sinks deeper below that thin scrap of material. The second his touch makes contact with her clit is a sexy fucking thing to behold.
“I’m so wet,” she whispers.
“Taking three cocks always turns you into a dripping mess, doesn’t it, princess?” Hawke takes his dick out and starts stroking himself from root to tip with a wickedly slow rhythm. “ I want your eyes on us the whole time. Don’t even think about anything else. We’re all that matters. Time to show us just how good you’re willing to be.”
“Angel, you better get that fancy piece of equipment out.” I meet his gaze at the same time, lowering my fly and hooking the waistband on my briefs. “Give our girl something to fill that needy cunt.”
Even through the holes of his mask, I can see the way his eyes narrow. Angel might be feral for getting inside Poe at every possible opportunity, but he clearly wasn’t finished playing with her hot little pussy. He drags his hand from her panties and purposefully swipes the wetness up her stomach so we can see exactly what he’s just had the pleasure of fondling and enjoying all to himself. He doesn’t stop there, mind you. Instead of diving straight to undoing his pants, he brings that hand up and cups Poe’s chin, slipping his fingers past those ruby lips, silently commanding that she tastes herself.
They look so fucking hot together, the sight of her nestled between his spread thighs, encased by that massive chest, and now with his fingers hooking her mouth… Christ, it sends a tingling straight to my balls. My fist tightens around my throbbing length, and I give the head a squeeze just to calm the hell down.
“Keep your eyes on us,” Hawke says. Not so subtly reminding everyone, not only Poe in this situation, that what we’re about to do has an audience. That, in fact, we have no idea who might be watching and judging and determining her worth.
Angel helps guide her to kneel while astride his hips and remain facing us both.
The movement throws Poe into a position where she has to balance her weight by leaning forward, using his knees to brace herself on both palms. From my standpoint, I get the pleasure of her ample cleavage pressing together in a goddamn sinful display of how perfect her tits are. My dick is fully leaking at the sight of him freeing himself from his pants, carefully pulling her panties aside from underneath, then gripping Poe’s hips to guide her to lower down and take him. He encourages her to rest against his chest, and with each notch, sinks into her channel. She lets out the tiniest whines of pleasure that weave their way between us, the kind that are gonna have me damn near fighting not to blow the minute she touches me.
The moment they’re fully joined, his length seated deep inside her channel, everything intensifies, as if we’ve been hit by a fork of lightning. Static tension lingering in the space between the four of us ignites, and Hawke pounces on our girl.
“Go on then. Suck us both.” He doesn’t wait for Poe to gather herself, insistently pressing forward, the crown beaded with pre-cum and already swollen in anticipation of her sucking on him. “Put that dirty little mouth to work.”
The good girl she is, Poe opens up, flattens her tongue, and reaches out for the belts hanging loose over our hips. Using the loops at his waistband to steady herself, she simply allows Hawke to use her mouth and fuck my entire life… the place where they’re joined in a hot, wet glide of saliva and the leaking evidence of him painted over her bottom lip is so close.
My dick is all of a few pulsating inches from pushing in there also, and I keep stroking myself harder as I let Hawke use her mouth a little first.
Angel keeps her impaled on his cock, not moving, but I see the way one of his big palms settles at her hip, pinning her firmly in place, while the other rests over the front of her panties. His palm is so large in comparison to her frame, he covers up any possible spot where she might be exposed. It’s not an action to try and touch her or get her off, it’s a possessive concealment of what is only ours at this moment.
Even though we might be surrounded by other people, he makes sure she’s covered .
The most this audience is going to get to see is the way she looks seated in his lap and the sight of our lengths pressing past her lips. In the context of the rest of this room and the other initiates on display, there’s hardly much to be seen, yet the technicalities have been satisfied.
Hawke is one clever motherfucker; I’ll give him that.
“You just gonna stand there, Grey? Are you planning on striping her tits with your cum, or gonna give our girl a chance to suck you until you can’t see straight?” Hawke grunts and keeps slipping in and out of her mouth as Poe gets sloppier and sloppier.
With eyes watering behind her mask, she clings tighter to my belt and gives me a subtle tug forward.
It’s all the invitation I need to join in. We stand hip to hip, and both slowly push into her mouth. As Poe struggles to lick and suck both of our tips, we’re also rubbing cocks in a way that leaves my pulse thundering like a racehorse in the side of my neck.
“ Fffuck , Hawke. Look how greedy she is.” Our girl is a mess, with saliva running down her chin and lipstick well and truly smeared with the force of attempting to squeeze us both inside her mouth.
She can only manage the heads, and has to keep alternating between sucking us before we both push forward again, but it feels fucking incredible. The slick glide of our dicks rubbing and the heat of her mouth and the laps of her tongue… Jesus, my balls tighten, and that familiar pool of tension low in my spine begins to take hold.
Hawke makes a ragged noise beside me, then fucking wrecks all of us when he wraps his palm around both of our dicks and squeezes them together so that Poe can take us even deeper. “You came for me with my handprint on your ass. How long before you come just from sucking us down your throat?”
I can’t help the groan that fills the air, mixing with the filthy wet sounds and desperate noises our girl is making as she struggles to obey Hawke. She’s a complete mess, and that act of Hawke touching me, while forcing her to wrap her lips around both of our heads, is altering my chemistry with every second his calloused fingers keep a firm grip on my shaft.
“How hard will you come from taking two cocks in that hot little mouth?” Hawke’s voice is sinfully hot, and drops into a deep grunt of pleasure when she does exactly that.
Poe unravels on a muffled whimper, and those vibrations are my own undoing.
My dick throbs, pulses, and pumps my seed all over her lips and Hawke’s fist, and the sight leaves me gasping and light-headed. The man holding onto my length draws back a little and hooks Poe’s mouth with his free hand to keep her lips hanging parted.
He uses the slickness of my cum to rub a couple more firm strokes over both of our cocks until his own release erupts. Mingled with our girl’s panting and tiny sobs of pleasure, his spills forward to land on her mouth and tongue.
“Lick it all up and swallow, princess.” Hawke keeps her under his trance as she does just that, with his help to swipe up the cum on her face and push it past her lips.
The filthiness of it all leaves me struggling to catch my breath, and behind that mask, I see the glaze of pleasure filling Poe’s eyes. It leaves me desperate to get her out of here so we can reward her properly for doing so well.
“A belly full of cum and still hungry for more?” he asks, and her nod comes quickly.
Christ. I tuck myself away. “Have we done enough to satisfy these pricks? Can we get the fuck out of here now? We should probably take this to one of the private rooms or your office, yeah?”
Hawke’s doing the same as I am, moving efficiently to tuck himself away, all while keeping his attention focused on Poe. “No, we’re getting far away from this place.”
Reaching forward to help ease Poe up off Angel’s cock, the two of them work together to make sure she’s supported before he lifts her chin.
“We’re taking you away from here, and since you did so well, we’re gonna give you your rewards.”