Pose for Me

41. Epilogue

Epilogue

River

6 Months Later

Tonight, Rayne is having drinks with her friend Kahlee, giving me the perfect opportunity to have Knox all to myself. Well, with the exception of Luna, who is currently sprawled in one of the beds of a brand new cat tree with a small pouch of catnip Knox snuck her.

It's been six months since we wrapped up the serial killer investigation, and while we couldn't use Lacy as a scapegoat like we planned, we managed to cover our tracks well enough. The case was closed as unsolved, but we all knew the truth.

As amazing and awe inspiring as it was watching Rayne torture and kill her father, it meant a good hour had passed since she had shot Lacy. It’s a little hard to get away with waiting that long to call it in. So we simply disposed of them and since then have been on our best behavior.

We did manage to convince Rayne to move in with us with the promise of her own reading room and a new studio space on another floor of our building. She initially hesitated until Kahlee told her she needed to move again, stating someone she thinks works for her ex was sniffing around. So Rayne told Kahlee to move into her place and transfer her studio into a family photography space.

We got Zeke to set up some security and keep an eye out just in case. But there hasn’t been anything suspicious since then so the girls decided to have a night out to let off some steam.

I sprawl lazily across the plush leather couch, a tumbler of whiskey dangling from my fingers as I watch Knox move about the kitchen cleaning up from the dinner I cooked. The late afternoon sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing him in a golden glow that highlights every muscular curve of his body. He's wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, and I can't help but admire the way the fabric clings to his ass as he bends to return something to a lower cabinet.

"You know," I drawl, a wicked grin playing at my lips, "It’s been a while since I’ve had you all to myself like this."

Knox glances over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Don't get too comfortable," he warns, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "Rayne will be home before you know it."

I hum in acknowledgment, taking a sip of my whiskey. The amber liquid burns pleasantly as it slides down my throat. "True," I concede, "but we've got at least another hour before she's done with her girls' night with Kahlee. Plenty of time for some fun."

Knox chuckles, the sound rich and deep. He turns fully towards me, leaning back against the kitchen counter. The movement causes his sweatpants to ride even lower on his hips, revealing that delicious V that makes me hot every time. He knows what they do to me, so I know he wears them on purpose.

I can't help but marvel at how far we've come. From two lost, broken boys in the foster system, to this—lovers, partners, and now, part of a twisted trio with the most extraordinary woman I've ever known.

Knox stalks towards me, his movements fluid and predatory, and I feel my breath catch in my throat. The intensity in his eyes sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through my body. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches down and plucks the tumbler from my hand. I open my mouth to protest, but the words die on my lips as I watch him tip his head back, draining the remaining whiskey in one smooth motion.

Before I can react, Knox's hand shoots out, fingers wrapping firmly around my jaw. His grip is tight, bordering on painful, as he forces my mouth open. My pulse quickens, a mix of excitement and arousal flooding my system. Knox leans in close, his breath hot against my skin. I can smell the whiskey on him, rich and intoxicating.

Slowly, deliberately, Knox parts his lips. The amber liquid begins to trickle from his mouth into mine, a warm, sensual cascade. The alcohol burns as it hits my tongue, mingling with the taste of Knox himself—a combination that makes my head spin.

As the last of the whiskey passes between us, Knox closes the distance, crushing his mouth against mine. The kiss is fierce, almost brutal in its intensity. His tongue invades my mouth, chasing the lingering taste of whiskey. I moan into the kiss, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

Instead Knox pulls back slightly, pushing back against my grip, his teeth grazing my lower lip. "Swallow," he growls, his voice rough with desire.

I obey without hesitation, swallowing the whiskey. Knox watches intently, his eyes dark with lust as my throat bobs. The moment the last drop disappears, he surges forward again, reclaiming my mouth in a searing kiss.

He pulls me up off the couch and then his hands shift, one pressing firmly on my shoulders, guiding me down. His growl is both rough and irresistible as he commands, “On your knees.”

I sink down until I’m on my knees before him. My heart races, anticipation and desire coursing through me.

Knox's hand threads through my hair again, gripping firmly. "Good boy," he murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I melt at his praise. His other hand moves to the waistband of his sweats, slowly pushing them down.

I watch, transfixed, as his impressive length springs free. He's large, thick and hard, the sight making my mouth water. Knox guides my head closer, the tip of his cock brushing against my lips.

"Open," he commands.

I hesitate for just a moment, a wicked grin pulling at my lips before he grips my hair tightly. The heat pooling low in my belly and the ache in my cock overrides everything else. I part my lips, allowing Knox to guide himself into my waiting mouth.

He groans low in his throat as I take him in, the sound sending another jolt of arousal through me. His fingers tightens in my hair harder as he begins to move, setting a slow but insistent rhythm.

I hollow my cheeks, swirling my tongue along his length as he slides in and out. The taste of him, the weight on my tongue, the stretch of my lips around him, the sounds he makes when I move my tongue just right–it's intoxicating, it’s addictive. I moan softly, the vibrations making Knox's hips jerk. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat and I swallow around him before forcing myself to relax.

"That's it, fuck, you’re mouth is perfect," he growls, pushing deeper. My eyes flick up to his and the look I see there tells me everything I need without words. Before Knox, I never knew it was possible to have a look of pure worship on your face when you aren’t the one on your knees.

I'm consumed by the taste and feel of Knox in my mouth, my senses overwhelmed. His grip in my hair is tight as he guides my movements, controlling the pace. I focus on relaxing my throat more, taking him deeper with each thrust.

I'm lost in the sensation of Knox, the taste of him on my tongue, when suddenly he's pulling me to my feet. His hands are rough as he yanks down my own sweatpants, exposing my aching cock to the cool air. I shiver, partly from the chill and partly from anticipation.

Knox's eyes rake over my body, dark with lust. "You little tease," he growls, his voice husky. "Wearing these all day, knowing what they do to me."

I open my mouth to retort about him doing the exact same thing, but I'm cut off by the sound of the front door opening. We both freeze, turning towards the entrance.

Rayne steps in, a knowing smirk playing on her full lips as she takes in the scene before her. She's wearing a long winter coat over her dress, which isn't surprising given the frigid temperatures outside. What is surprising is the way her eyes gleam with a predatory light, a look we've come to know well over the past six months.

"Don't stop on my account, boys," she purrs, her voice low and sultry.

As she speaks, she lets the coat slip from her shoulders, allowing it to pool at her feet. The sight that greets us steals the breath from my lungs.

Rayne stands before us in a form-fitting black dress that clings to every luscious contour of her body. But it's not the dress that captures our attention. It's the blood. Rich, crimson blood coats her arms up to the elbows, splattered across her chest and face in a macabre pattern. It glistens wetly in the soft light of our apartment, still fresh and vibrant. The sight is both terrifying and breathtakingly beautiful.

Knox's grip on my hip tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise. I can feel the tremor that runs through his body, a mix of surprise and arousal. My own cock twitches in response, hardening further despite the shock of Rayne's unexpected appearance.

"Rayne, sweetheart," Knox breathes, his voice a mix of concern and dark curiosity. "What happened?"

She shrugs nonchalantly, as if coming home covered in blood is an everyday occurrence. "Oh, you know," she says casually, her eyes glinting with wicked amusement. "Some guy decided he wanted to follow Kahlee home, so I took care of him." Her blood-stained lips curl into a predatory smile. "You can never be too careful, detectives. There are so many stalkers out there, after all."

The way she says it, so matter-of-fact and unapologetic, sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. This woman, this beautiful, deadly creature, never ceases to amaze me.

Rayne begins to walk towards us, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. Her hands move to the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down. The black fabric parts, revealing tantalizing glimpses of creamy skin and lacy lingerie beneath.

She shrugs the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of silk. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her standing there in nothing but a black lace bra, matching thong, and sky-high stilettos. The blood splattered across her pale skin creates a stark, erotic contrast that makes my cock throb with need.

As Rayne reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, I find my voice. "Leave it," I command, my tone rough with desire. "The lingerie and the heels stay on."

A wicked smile pulls at her blood-stained lips. "As you wish," she purrs. Her eyes gleam with mischief as she adds, "Why don't you go get the lube, my cute little psycho? It looks like ass fucking is on the menu for all of us tonight."

I shiver at her words, anticipation coiling low in my belly. I nod, reluctantly tearing myself away from the intoxicating sight before me. As I head to the bedroom to retrieve the lube, I detour to the corner of the living room and switch on the camera we have set up there. When I turn around the sight that greets me nearly takes my breath away. Rayne is kneeling in the center of the room, her back arched gracefully, presenting herself to us. The blood splattered across her pale skin glistens in the soft lighting, creating an erotic contrast with her black lace lingerie. Knox kneels behind her, his large hands caressing her body with reverent touches.

I stride over to them, unable to resist kneeling and pulling Rayne into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips are soft against mine. When we part, both breathless, I grin wickedly at her.

"Pose for me, little Rayne," I purr, gesturing towards the camera. "Let's make sure we capture every delicious moment of this."

Rayne's eyes light up with mischief and desire. She shifts her position, lowering her front onto the pile of pillows Knox has arranged, facing the large mirror on the side wall. The position raises her ass while giving her a perfect view of everything that's about to unfold.

I move behind her, sliding between her and Knox, drinking in the sight of her perfect ass framed by the delicate lace of her thong. With deliberate slowness, I pour a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, making sure Rayne can see every movement in the mirror.

I tease my slick fingers along the cleft of Rayne's ass, watching her shiver in anticipation. Slowly, I pull the lacy thong to the side and circle her tight hole with my lubed fingers. Rayne's breath hitches as I press one finger inside, her inner muscles clenching around the intrusion.

"Relax, sweetheart," I murmur, working my finger in deeper. "Let me open you up."

As I prepare Rayne, I feel Knox's presence behind me, his body radiating heat. His hands grip my hips, thumbs digging into the dimples above my ass. I hear the snap of the lube cap and then cool wetness drizzling between my cheeks.

Knox's thick finger probes at my entrance and I groan, pressing back against him. The dual sensation of fingering Rayne while Knox opens me up is intoxicating. My cock throbs, heavy and aching to be touched.

When Rayne is ready, I line myself up with her slick hole. I push forward slowly, savoring the tight heat as I sink into her slowly. At the same time, Knox presses the head of his cock against my own entrance. The pressure builds until he buries himself inside me in one smooth thrust.

For a moment, we're all still, adjusting to the intense sensations. Then Knox begins to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust drives me deeper into Rayne, making her cry out in pleasure.

The sensations are incredible–Knox's thick length stretching me open as I bury myself in Rayne's perfect ass. I'm surrounded, filled, caught between them in the most delicious way.

Rayne's eyes meet mine in the mirror, heavy-lidded with pleasure. The sight of her—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes wild with lust—nearly undoes me. I reach forward, tangling my fingers in her long, dark hair. With a firm grip, I pull her head back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Her gasp of pleasure echoes through the room, mingling with the obscene sounds of flesh against flesh.

Behind me, Knox is a solid wall of muscle, tattoos and heat. His large hands grip my hips with bruising force, guiding my movements as he thrusts into me. His rhythm picks up, his thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. Rayne pushes her hips back to meet me with each thrust, pulling guttural moans from both of us. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by our ragged breathing and desperate cries of pleasure.

I feel myself getting close, the dual sensations of Knox filling me and Rayne's tight heat around my cock pushing me towards the edge. But I want more. I need more.

"Knox," I growl, my voice rough with desire. "Harder. Fucking wreck me."

Knox's response is immediate and fierce. His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in with brutal force. The power of his thrust drives me hard into Rayne, making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Like that, River?" Knox growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Is this what you want?"

He sets a punishing pace, each thrust harder than the last. The force of it rocks me forward, driving me relentlessly into Rayne’s ass. I can feel every inch of him as he pounds into me, stretching me open, filling me completely. The burn and stretch is exquisite, riding the razor's edge between pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, baby," Knox growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "You feel so fucking good. So tight for me."

Rayne's cries grow louder, more desperate. Her inner muscles clench around me, milking my cock with each thrust. I tighten my grip in her hair, pulling her head back further. The arch of her spine is beautiful, a perfect curve of pale skin marred by splashes of drying blood.

Knox's thrusts turn brutal, each snap of his hips driving into me with punishing force. The power behind his movements is my undoing. I lose all semblance of control, my rhythm becoming harsh and erratic as I pound into Rayne.

The sensations overwhelm me. It's too much, too intense. I feel myself hurtling towards the edge, unable to hold back any longer.

I drive into her with wild abandon, all finesse lost to primal need. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the room, punctuated by our collective grunts and moans. Rayne's cries grow louder, more desperate with each punishing thrust.

"Oh god, oh fuck," she gasps, her voice raw and broken. "River, Knox, I'm so close. Please, please, I need..."

Her words dissolve into incoherent whimpers as I angle my hips, hitting that perfect spot inside her. The pressure builds, a coiling tension low in my belly that threatens to snap at any moment.

Knox's hand snakes around, gripping my throat and pulling me back against his chest. The new angle drives him impossibly deeper, hitting that spot inside me with unerring accuracy. Stars explode behind my eyes, pleasure crackling along every nerve ending.

"Come for me," Knox commands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble in my ear. "Both of you. Fucking come now."

Like a dam breaking, it hits me all at once. My orgasm crashes over me in waves of white-hot ecstasy. I cry out, my voice raw and animalistic as I empty myself into Rayne's tight heat. My vision blurs as I feel Rayne shatter around me. Her body convulses, inner walls clamping down on my cock as she cries out. I feel the heat of Knox’s release as his own pace stutters to a stop.

As the last tremors of our shared orgasm fade, we collapse onto the floor in a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. The room is thick with the scent of sex and the metallic tang of blood. For a moment, the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the faint hum of the air conditioning.

I lie there, sandwiched between Knox and Rayne, feeling utterly spent and blissfully content. Knox's solid warmth presses against my back, his arm draped possessively over my waist. Rayne is curled into my chest, her blood-spattered skin sticky against mine. The contrast of her soft contours and Knox's hard planes is exquisite, a perfect balance of feminine and masculine.

As we bask in the afterglow, a soft thump draws my attention. I crack open an eye to see Luna gracefully descending from her cat tree, her tail swishing behind her with regal disdain. She pads across the room, her paws making no sound on the hardwood floor, before settling a few feet away from our sprawled bodies.

Luna sits down, wrapping her tail neatly around her paws. Her amber eyes survey us with a mixture of disgust and accusation, as if we've committed some grave feline faux pas by engaging in such debauchery in her presence. Her whiskers twitch, nose wrinkling slightly as she catches the mingled scents of blood, sweat, and sex hanging in the air.

Rayne catches sight of Luna's judgmental stare and dissolves into a fit of giggles. The sound is light and musical, a stark contrast to the passionate cries that filled the room just moments ago. Her body shakes with mirth.

Luna's tail twitches in annoyance at us, her eyes narrowing to slits. She looks for all the world like a disapproving matron who's caught us in some scandalous act. Which, I suppose, she has.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Rayne manages to gasp out between giggles. "We'll try to keep our depraved human activities to a minimum in your presence."

Luna's tail twitches again, her whiskers quivering with disdain. With one last withering look, she turns her back on us and begins to fastidiously groom herself, as if to cleanse away the very sight of our debauchery.

Knox chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I think we've offended Her Royal Highness," he says, his voice still husky from our exertions. His hand traces lazy patterns on my hip as he speaks.

I grin, pressing a kiss to Rayne's temple. "Well, we can't have that, can we? We'd better make it up to her."

Rayne hums in agreement, her giggles subsiding. "Extra treats for Luna tomorrow," she declares. "And maybe a new toy. We wouldn't want her plotting our demise. The treats might just buy us some time."