Epilogue
Theo
“You don’t think they’ll find him?” Ivy asks, nipping at her bottom lip to try and trap the anxiety. As if she can hide it from us.
Watching her these last few days has been so fucking surreal. We’ve loved her for the last twelve years in stolen moments, a couple of nights a year. She would show up out of nowhere, and then disappear just the same, taken back to her mysterious life in the city. But now she’s here, with us, and nobody can take her away.
I fucking dare them to try.
“Relax, Poison.” Monty reminds her, rubbing between her shoulders. “It’s over.”
Her eyes flick up to take him in, though I’m not sure she really sees him, since she only nods and blows out another breath.
“What did you say he said to you again?”
That question, I realize with a roll of my eyes, is for me. “If you can’t calm down, I’ll force you to. No one is looking for you, Tiger Lily. Which means no one will come to your rescue if I decide to keep you chained up in our basement and fuck every thought you’ve ever had out of that pretty little head.”
Killian snickers, and when I glare at him, he’s still smirking. “I think I’m rubbing off on you, Teddy.”
I bristle at the nickname he likes to taunt me with, telling me that I’m soft and sweet like a teddy bear. My mother was the only one who called me that, and she’s dead now. I’ve thought about knocking a few of his teeth out, but I enjoy the occasional graze of them when he’s got my cock in his mouth.
Ivy swallows, reminding me of how hot her delicate throat looked with Killian inside her. I’m going to collar her whether I have to chain her up or not… I need my good little pet to remember that we’ll take care of her every need. She has nothing to worry about, no matter what her father-in-law said. Our sweet girl doesn’t know it yet, but she’s buying her father-in-law time on this side of the dirt.
We’ve barely left Killian’s bed this week other than to handle the finer deals, such as calling Cody’s next of kin to inform him that his son and daughter-in-law had been killed in a fiery car accident, that the bodies were unrecognizable because of the explosion. Monty only left our bed to explain to the same man that the car he’d already processed hadn’t been salvageable and was already crushed into a sardine can along with the rest of their possessions. And Killian? He’s only left for as long as it took to procure a set of bodies from the morgue for her father-in-law to claim… and to see to it that Cody was incinerated properly.
He's scattered all throughout the mountains now, sprinkled from the passenger side window of my car as Ivy said her final goodbye. And by goodbye, I mean ‘fuck you’. The small bit of his remains that Killian did keep are in a vial on his trophy shelf—right next to my parents, to Tilly, to her Uncle Vitoli, to the others I don’t even remember the names of. He doesn’t label them, and I don’t ask, but I know exactly which one belongs to Cody—it’s been enhanced with our cum, a literal cocktail Ivy gathered with her skilled tongue and spat back into his bottle. It’s a fitting way for him to spend eternity, trapped like he kept his wife, surrounded by us.
“But what if—?”
Killian cuts her off with his hand around her throat, giving her a squeeze that looks just firm enough to re-wire her thoughts. Her eyes fix on him and I watch the anxiety melt away.
“You’re insatiable, Poison.” Monty chuckles, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “You still insist on worrying. Is it because you know it will get us to fuck you again?”
I watch her shiver, her brilliant eyes wide at the thought of taking more. Honestly, she may be stuck to the sheets as much as we’ve pumped our cum into her these last few days. She’s taken to switching them every night before she showers, and we’ve taken to making a mess of both things immediately after. I know she’s tired, her body exhausted and achy, and yet there’s no denying the way the lust sparks in her eyes every time. It’s lucky for her that our girl’s got an appetite that can keep up with ours. Maybe that’s one benefit of her husband denying her all those years.
I trace my fingers over the letters on her breast. They’re faint, not as significant as Killian’s marks on her, but they’re so fucking beautiful. They spark a primal pride, make my already hard cock tighten painfully.
“Monty’s the only one,” I say, flicking my eyes up to hers.
It takes a minute for her to understand what I’m getting at, but Killian understands. He smirks, pushing off her and leaving her delicious body exposed for us to assume control of. Ivy looks to Monty, seeking confirmation, and he licks his lips, suddenly looking a lot more animal than man.
“Once Monty claims you, it’s done. You realize that, baby?”
My heart jumps at him calling her baby, something Killian only does lately when he’s really excited. I’ve never liked that pet name, but hearing him call her that makes fire spread under my flesh. God, I need them both… all three of them. “Once Monty claims you, you’re never getting away from us.” My throat is tight as I’m choking around the need in me. “You’re fucking ours .”
“Would you let me go now if I wanted to?” She challenges, one eyebrow lifted with her smugness.
“Not a fucking chance.” Killian promises, brandishing the knife he retrieved to illustrate his point. He sets the tip of it between her tits, right between the four letters of my name. “And you wouldn’t want us to.”
Ivy doesn’t answer at first, her eyes on the blade before she drags them slowly up to the man wielding it. “No, I wouldn’t.” She agrees. “You could dig that blade a little deeper, cut open my chest, and you’ll see… your names have been carved on my heart longer than they’ve been on my flesh.”
For a minute, I think Killian might do it. He looks feral, out of control, and I can tell he’s hanging on by a thread. I think he wants to bury that knife in her pussy as much as he wants to bury his cock into it, but as much as he wants the violence, he doesn’t want to hurt her… not in ways she doesn’t enjoy.
A little growl works its way from the back of his throat and he passes the blade to Monty, who smirks as he rolls over her body, planting his legs on either side of her creamy thighs which are open just enough to grant him access if he wants to take it.
Killian’s hand wraps around my throat, forcing me to turn to him. I don’t see much beyond the wicked gleam in his eyes as he drops to his knees and hooks his arms beneath my knees, dragging me to the edge of the bed.
His warm breath hovers over my thigh as he presses a kiss on one, making me shiver, and then the other. “Talk dirty to me.” He commands, just before his lips close around my cock and he works me deeper.
I had to work hard to be able to deep-throat—I spent a month with his cock or a toy buried in me pretty much at all times. Monty still can’t take either of us that deep. But Killian was apparently born without a gag reflex, because he takes me deep. It’s probably why he’s so ruthless when he’s in Ivy’s throat—he knows she’ll learn, just like I did. She’s already got a magical tongue.
“Fuck.” I groan as he skates me down his throat, losing all sense of anything beyond where my cock is, wrapped in his special warmth.
He squeezes me when he mumbles, and I think I could blow already. I’ve been on the edge since I saw him wrap his hand around Ivy’s throat. Fuck. Talk dirty.
“You’re such a good boy for me,” I gasp, loving the way his tongue skates against me as he approves of the praise. You’d never know by looking at him that a man like Killian would have such a praise kink, but it’s one thing I love about him. He’s not afraid to be vulnerable. There’s no need, when it comes to the people in this room.
“Fuck, Li.” I groan, burying my lips in his dark hair and pressing a long kiss there. “You take my cock so good.”
He moans in appreciation, and behind me I hear Ivy gasp as Monty lets out a measured chuckle. “You did such a good job bringing us all together.” I tell Killian, my thumb skating over his cheek as he releases me from the depth of his gullet and making me groan at the sudden loss of suction as he slides his head back. “You created such a beautiful fucking family.”
He moans, his mouth too full to speak, and swirls his tongue around the head of my cock. “And you’ve done so good protecting your family. You’ve killed everyone who’s ever stood in the way of us.”
Ivy groans, and I wonder if she’s getting off on my praise for Killian or if she just enjoys Monty carving her up. “And you aren’t done.” I gasp, barely able to control myself as he pulls me to the back of his throat again at high speed, so that I hit the back of him and everything goes black for half a second as the pleasure threatens to rip me apart. Sitting still and letting him have all the control is a torture I’ve grown accustomed to long ago, but it doesn’t make it any easier to refrain from gripping his face and driving him against the ground so I can fuck him at my own pace. “We’re going to have so much fun, killing the rest of them.”
“Mmm.” Killian growls his agreement, pulling away from me enough to let the sound clear. When he wraps his lips around me again, it’s to establish a rhythm this time, chasing my orgasm as my thighs clench around him.
“We’re finally going to get to destroy her cunt of a mother.” I groan.
Behind me, Ivy gasps, but it’s cut off, presumably by Monty’s hand over her mouth. A little scream follows, but as he moves his hand away, I hear the way it rolls into a moan of pleasure.
“I want to watch you cut her tongue out with the same blade Ivy killed her Uncle with.”
Killian’s fingers tense around my thighs, his pace picking up until it’s hard to form a coherent thought, let alone speak them.
Fuck.
“We’re going to fuck her daughter in her blood… right in front of her. Let her see the trash she hated so much soiling her precious daughter. And when it’s all said and done, we’ll go for the father-in-law, take his cock for touching what’s ours.”
Another growl promises me that Killian is right here on the edge with me, driven mad by my promise of violence, vengeance, blood. “We’ll put his cock on a spike and shove it up his own ass… the way we should have done to his son… and b—” White heat builds in my groin, making it hard to breathe. “Bury him like that. And—”
I don’t know what I’m saying or if I’m saying it anymore, because the orgasm takes over everything in me, and for a minute as Killian pumps me mercilessly in his mouth, I think I enter another dimension. It’s the best high I’ve ever known, being encompassed by the people I love. Having her right next to me, knowing finally, that our family is complete.
Well, almost…
I’m pretty sure in nine months it will be.
Hearing that her husband made his entire marriage about her not getting pregnant seemed to unleash something in us, and aside from being fun, we’ve spent the last week stuffing her so full of our cum that it will be a miracle if she doesn’t get knocked up. We haven’t even talked about the fact that getting her pregnant means we have to deal with a fucking baby, a child.
But that’s a conversation for another day. Ivy seems content to let us have free reign of her body, whatever that looks like. And as Killian licks my cum from his lips and frees my cock and I turn to look at her, it looks like turning her into our own road map as Monty covers her body with marks… our marks.
Unlike Killian and I, he didn’t just drop his name on her body… he spread the letters out, claiming each one of her old marks as his. One day, maybe I’ll ask about the old ones. The welt under her rib where he carved an M, the slice scar on her hip where he drew an O.
Ivy’s eyes are open, hooded with lust, as she watches him. I didn’t realize, at first, that he’s between her thighs, his cock inside of her, as he rewrites her abuse.
Killian crawls behind Monty, his lips ghosting over his back as he appraises his work. A second later, I see Monty’s eyes flutter as Killian sheathes him and reaches over his shoulder to point to a mark on her stomach. Monty claims it with an N, and I watch her shiver as Killian rocks slowly into him, and she reaps the benefits.
Our love may not feel like what most people expect. But we’re not what most people expect. We never have been. Whether we’re a divine mistake or a cosmic joke, it doesn’t fucking matter.
We’re together now, the way we always should have been.