Chapter 48
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
THE HEATHEN
The guesthouse is big, but nothing compared to the main house.
It won't be difficult for them to catch me, but of course, I want them to.
I dash through the kitchen, down a long hallway, and turn back, glancing over my shoulder at three sets of hungry eyes—hungry for me, and my center clenches with need as Carter growls while he quickens his pace.
“Little Heathen.”
They don’t run. They walk confidently, knowing they’ll get their target. Me. The sound of heavy footsteps gets closer to me causing my breathing to accelerate. Not from fear but excitement.
Carter grabs the back of my shirt, pulling me against his chest. Pressing his nose to my neck, he inhales sharply, causing a whimper to squeak out of me.
“You smell so fucking good.”
“We are going to devour you, Killer. Fucking devour you.” Killian growls as I break free from Carter, heart pounding in my chest. I reach the end of the hallway and turn left, entering a doorway and instantly realize I should’ve gone right.
Turning around, I face them as they block my exit, dark eyes watching for my next move, and I know I don’t have one. There’s a king-sized bed to my left with a large bay window and an armoire and dresser to my right. The only way out is through them, and we all know that’s not going to happen.
Lifting my skirt again, their gazes drop to my thighs, I run my fingers inside my panties as they watch me with rapt attention.
“Oh, Tesoro.” Knox says, a heated warning if I’ve ever heard one, a warning I don’t intend on paying any attention to. I want them riled up. All of them. I’m enjoying the way they look at me like I’m their prey, mouths salivating, desperate for a single taste, knowing it’ll never be enough.
Dipping a finger inside my pussy I pull it out and show them how wet I am, thoroughly enjoying the growl that comes from Killian.
“Filthy fucking slut.”
Licking my wetness from my skin, I exaggerate a moan, and all three of them step forward, never taking their eyes off me.
Watching.
Waiting.
Ready to claim.
Giving me exactly what I crave.
Them.
I move closer to the bed, and Carter copies my movement as if he saw it in my mind ahead of time. He’s the hunter after all, so I’m not surprised to watch him studying me, anticipating my next move before it happens.
I dart to the other side of the dresser, and he is there grabbing my hair, pushing me over the luxurious Italian wood, before I have a chance to move away from him.
“Carter.” I whimper. He holds me down by the back of my neck as Killian comes up beside me and yanks my skirt to the floor aggressively.
“What’s your safe word, Tesoro?”
A hand slowly moves down my ass. I assume it’s Carter, but I don’t know for sure.
“I don’t need one,” I say, my breaths coming out harsh and heavy.
“That’s not what I asked. What is your fucking safe word, Tesoro?”
The sound of his footsteps moving closer causes a thrill to run down my spine as Carter moves aside to make room for his brother.
Large hands grab my panties on either side, and rip them from my body.
A firm hand slaps my ass, and I cry out from the surprise as Carter continues holding my head down. I’m trapped. I can’t move and it’s exhilarating.
“Safe word, Tesoro. Or everything stops. Either we have your consent or we don’t.”
I quickly stammer out, “Do-n-nut.”
Thick fingers push inside me, and maybe I’m more fucked in the head than I thought, because not knowing who the fingers belong to excites me.
They move in and out, gliding with my wetness. All three men groan as they watch the fingers stretching me, making me whimper. It’s not until I hear his voice that I realize who it is.
“Such a filthy fucking slut. You don’t even know whose finger fucking you, do you, Killer? And I bet you don’t care as long as this ravenous cunt gets filled.”
“Killian.” I whimper as I push back against his fingers, desperate for more.
“Please,” I beg, the ache filling me with an intensity I can hardly handle.
Carter moves my hair from my neck and licks at my skin while Knox works on removing my shirt while standing on the other side of me. He slides my shirt over my shoulders and down my back before quickly unfastening my bra.
“Turn her around.”
Carter releases me and moves out of the way while Killian pulls his fingers from me, steps back, and licks my moisture from his flesh, his eyes locked on mine. My skin tingles as Knox draws my bra straps down my arms until it slides over my hands to the floor.
All three of them gaze at me, taking in my naked form, and instead of feeling awkward, I feel beautiful and treasured. I’ve never liked my body. I’m always able to find flaws, but that’s not what they see when they look at me.
Carter moves in front of me, a dark glint of possession in his eyes, holding me in place, making it hard to breathe.
If I could get away from the other two, I’d never escape Carter.
I hold his gaze, needing to show him that nothing has changed since he confessed more about his past to me.
He is not less than he was before. If anything, he’s more.
I know how terrifying that level of vulnerability is, and with it came a gift.
He once told me I was the gift, but he was wrong. It was him, all along.
“Carter.” I moan, and he strokes two fingers down the side of my cheek, starting at me, his gaze filled with hunger. Hunger for me.
“I know, Little Heathen. Spread your thighs.”
He kneels in front of me and presses a soft kiss to my clit, teasing me, making me desperate for more.
“Such a beautiful, pussy.”
Killian and Knox swipe their tongues over my nipples while Carter darts his tongue out, caressing my clit with long lashes, the pleasure, instant and heady.
“Oh, my God!” I cry out as their licking turns to sucking and then biting.
They devour me like they planned it. What one does, the others match in sync.
I grab onto Knox’s hair and then Killians, pulling at the strands as they become more aggressive with their nips of my flesh.
Carter drags his tongue from my clit to my entrance and pushes inside me, swirling his tongue in circles as he digs his fingers into my thighs.
I gaze down at him, my beautiful man, as my body nearly collapses from pleasure.