Chapter 62
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
THE HEATHEN
Killian picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bedroom. Once inside, he sets me on my feet and makes quick work of removing my shirt and bra.
“Much better.” He says as his eyes travel my naked body with appreciation, causing my skin to tingle.
All of my men get undressed, and I can’t help but stare at them. All three of them are a work of art, sculpted for me alone.
Carter gets on the bed first and lies on his back, making a motion with his finger for me to come to him.
He strokes his already firm cock while staring at me, his eyes full of hunger.
He’s gorgeous, and him wanting me the way I know he does is a powerful feeling, even when I know this thing with the four of us doesn’t have a happy ending.
It’s a tragic ending that will result in lives lost and hearts forever broken.
For tonight, I’ll forget that and give myself to them while they’re still mine.
I get on the bed and climb over Carter.
“Sideways, Little Heathen.”
Knox comes over to me and helps me lower onto Carter’s cock. I spot Killian stroking himself with lube and quickly figure out positions.
Kneeling on the bed beside me, Knox rubs his thumb over my lips, and I open my mouth and suck on it.
“Fuck, Tesoro. Such an eager girl.”
I spread my legs and Knox moves between them as I feel Killian's hands on my ass. He pushes my back forward slightly and I gasp loudly when I feel his tongue swiping over my back hole.
“Oh, my God. Killian.”
He lifts me up slightly, and Carter thrusts into my pussy while Kill pushes into my ass. I’m so full of them and then Knox grabs my face on either side and slides into my mouth.
Carter reaches up, cupping my breast, before running his thumb over my nipple. The multiple sensations cause a slow burn in my body as I whimper around Knox’s length.
“Fuck, Tesoro.”
Carter thrusts into my pussy while Killian pulls out of my ass.
Knox groans as he slams into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat while he praises me.
The intensity is all-consuming. I never want this to end. But like everything good in life—it does.
It’s like a domino effect. Carter comes inside me, then Kill fills my back hole and Knox is last. He groans my nickname repeatedly, and it sounds like a prayer falling from his lips.
“Tesoro.”
Killian goes to take a shower, and Carter starts me a bath while Knox stays with me and holds me in his arms, close to his chest.
I press my palm to the side of his face.
“Thank you for always showing me kindness. If something happens to me, please take care of your brothers-“
“Tesoro,” he interrupts me, but I shake my head at him.
“Let me get this out.”
I take a deep, shaky breath and exhale before continuing.
“Carter will need you, but Killian will too. I’m asking you to put the past behind you.
And be the brothers each of you needs. Kill will act strong for both of you if you let him, but he will be hurting too.
Please do this for me. I need two things from you.
Take care of your brothers and know I loved you.
Because I did. And nothing that happens can ever take that away.
Our story will never end because a love like ours never dies. I love you, Knox. Forever.”
He presses his forehead to mine. His breaths are heavy and his voice is thick with emotion.
“Tesoro. Don’t you dare give up. No matter what happens, you have one job—to fucking live. Do you understand me?”
I kiss him softly, trying to memorize his soft lips.
“Yes, I promise to do everything I can to live. Now it’s your turn.”
He places a soft kiss on my forehead before he sighs softly.
“Yes, I promise I'll take care of my brothers. I love you, Tesoro. Please don’t leave me.”
I lay my head on his shoulder and breathe him in, his scent is calming and exactly what I need.
“If the worst thing happens, just know I didn’t want it. If I had my choice, I’d stay with you for eternity.”
Carter comes in and informs us my bath is ready, so I get up after squeezing Knox’s hand.
When I walk in, I touch Killian's hand and give him a warm smile.
“Can I be alone with Carter for a little while?”
He leans down and kisses me on the cheek as the anxiety in my chest builds.
“Is everything okay, Killer?”
When he looks at me again, I flash him another fake smile and nod yes, even though everything is definitely not okay.
Carter helps me into the bath, and I lower myself into the water, immediately enjoying the warmth. He always gets the temperature exactly right.
“Can I?”
I nod, and he gets in behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and holds me against his chest.
“Little Heathen?”
“Hmm?” I hum, in response, focusing on his fingers gently dragging down my arm.
“You told Kill you were okay, but I don’t think you are. Talk to me.”
Laying my head back against his chest, I sigh audibly before doing my best to get through this conversation before breaking.
“I’m okay, but I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s coming for us.”
He kisses the top of my head and doesn’t say a word, as if he is waiting for me to finish.
“It has been wonderful watching you heal, and I’m grateful to have been part of it.
If something happens to me—please stay present with your brothers and don’t fall back into old patterns.
Let them love you the way you deserve to be loved.
That’s what I would want if I couldn’t be with you—for you to each take care of the others.
Killian will try to be the strength as always, but he will hurt too.
It’s just an act. He feels as deeply as you do.
Take care of your brothers and know that I loved you.
Because I did. And nothing that happens can ever take that away.
Our story will never end because a love like ours never dies. I love you, Carter. Forever.”
“Heather?” he asks, his voice raw and emotional.
“Why the fuck does it sound like you’re saying goodbye to me?”
Placing my hand over his, I put my fingers between his.
“No. Not goodbye. Just things I needed to say, just in case.”
He grabs my waist and turns me over.
“This is how it would go if you were gone. I’d destroy everyone who was responsible for us losing you.
They would die in the most painful way. It would be excruciating.
Their last words would be begging for death, just to make the anguish finally end.
It wouldn’t matter if it were one or one-thousand.
The carnage would be great. And then, as I stand in their blood, I’d take my life because I will not-“
He releases a harsh, pained breath before continuing.
“Fucking. Live. Without. You.”
Carter grips my face in his hands, his gaze burns into mine, and I know that he isn’t being dramatic—he means every word.
“As soon as I receive confirmation that you’ve been taken from me. It’s decided. Killian and Knox can take care of each other because I’ll be in the afterlife searching for you. Because I don’t just love you. You are my reason for every breath. You die—I die.”
I collapse against his chest, my hand over his heart, and listen to him breathe.
I have no idea if there is an afterlife, but I close my eyes and decide there is. Because the thought of never seeing Carter again is too painful to bear.