Chapter 61
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
KILLIAN
We walk inside and Heather plops herself into the chair with a huff as we stand like idiots watching her.
“Spill.”
Carter takes a seat on the sofa first, followed by Knox and I sitting last. We didn’t have a chance to discuss what we should or shouldn’t say to her, privately.
And she deserves to know. It would be worse for us to keep it from her.
I glance at my brothers and shake my head, hating that we have to tell her but knowing we do.
“Bones has a guy on the inside with Morte Mafia. He says Grave is in deep with the church and St. Dymphna’s.”
Heather shrugs like it’s no big deal. It’s certainly what we expected.
“Your father has promised you to Grave. We are fairly certain the plan is to take you-“ the next words falling from my tongue feel like poison- “and keep you.”
She doesn’t move or speak. I watch her, waiting for something. Her stare is vacant, lost, the only sign of life is her trembling fingers.
“Killer, please say something.”
She closes her eyes and hangs her head down, the look of defeat written all over her face.
“I’m not surprised. The Prophet hasn’t had a genuine interest in me for a long time. I’m not a little girl, but if he can profit from my misery, he will. This is a perfect solution for him. He washes his hands of me while knowing I’m being tortured before my death.”
Unable to handle the space between us, I get up and go to her. I drop to my knees, take her hand, and kiss her knuckles.
“We aren’t going to let him take you. You’re ours. He can’t have you.”
My brothers come over and kneel beside me. Carter grabs one of her hands, and Knox takes the other.
“Thank you for telling me.”
She releases a small moan as Knox drags his fingers down her arm.
“Tell us what you need, Tesoro.”
My eyes track her tongue sliding over her lips as she licks them, her gaze speaking before she utters the words.
“I want you to fuck me—all of you—like it’s our last time together.”
Running my hand under her skirt, I dig my fingers into her flesh, eliciting a gasp that sounds so sweet it makes my dick hard.
“You want to be used, Killer?”
Her gaze drops to mine, and she licks her lips again, the hunger evident.
“Yes.”
Unzipping her skirt on the side, I lay it open. I grab her legs and spread them, setting one on either side of the arms of the chair. Pulling her panties to the side, I press my face to her pussy and inhale deeply, letting her scent consume me.
Carter grabs one side of her panties and Knox takes the other. I chuckle at her surprised expression when they rip the offending material from her beautiful body, revealing her already slick slit.
“Mmm, much better, Killer.”
Carter pushes two fingers inside her and quickly pulls them out, before holding them up for us to see her wetness dripping down his digits.
“I think we should take turns devouring this pretty pussy. What do you think, Killer?”
She nods her agreement, and I pinch her clit hard until she yelps in pain.
“We want to hear you. Do you want us all to eat your ravenous pussy?”
Heather cries out loudly, “Yes.”
“That’s our girl.” I say before I swipe my tongue over her clit.
Knox pushes a finger inside her causing her to moan for us as I continue to lavish her swollen nub with quick flicks of my tongue.
Carter rises to his feet and moves behind her.
Leaning over her he unbuttons her shirt, revealing her tits covered in a black lacy bra.
When he pulls the fabric down, her tits hang over, her hard nipples perky and inviting.
He takes one in his hand and alternates between licking and sucking.
Heather grinds her pussy against my face as she moans, sounding desperate for more.
Her fingers are in my hair, nails digging into my scalp as she throws her head back and lets out a strangled cry. Taking her clit between my lips, I suck hard as I listen to the erotic sounds she makes for us.
Knox grumbles like an impatient child.
“Move over, dick. You had your turn.”
I rise to my feet and move beside her. When she turns to me, I place my hands on her cheeks and lean down.
“Taste your delicious pussy on my tongue.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I slide my tongue into her mouth, and she hungrily laps up her flavor. I fucking love that she does this. There are no inhibitions with her. She’s filthy, like we are, and perfect for us.
Heather cries out in my mouth as she comes on Knox’s face, and Carter wastes no time taking his turn.
“One more, Little Heathen. Come again and we will reward you with our cocks.”
Knox moves to the other side of her, and we both lick, suck, and bite her nipples while she writhes against Carter's face.
“Fuck.” She cries out as she holds our heads in place, clearly not wanting us to stop. I flick my tongue over her nipple, simulating what I did to her clit and nearly come in my pants from her sounds.
Heavy breaths.
Moans.
Gasps.
A needy whimper.
The way she sounds—looks—feels. Everything about her is perfect, and she’s ours. If Grave wants her, he will have to kill all three of us to get to her. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow that to happen.