Chapter Eight
Luna
Has anyone ever said the prideful would inherit the earth?
“No, sweet Herc, no one has ever said that. I looked it up to be sure. Being prideful will win us nothing,” I mutter as I cuddle Hercules a little closer.
Her response of a long, dramatic meow makes me bow my head in shame. I am too damn prideful. Too damn stubborn. I won’t be told what to do, where to live, or who to be. Which means I have no clue what I am doing, nowhere to live, and whoever I thought I was seems long gone.
Sitting in the sweltering air with everything I own in a single backpack at my feet, I am inches from a breakdown. Last night was my last night at the hotel and I am out of cash. Today I thought I had a job lined up to waitress at a dive bar, but I made a mess once again. Tomorrow I am afraid I might have to call my father and beg for a ticket back home to True Ridge.
“Mama messed up, sweet girl,” I mumble to her fur, as I nuzzle there, holding her close.
Hercules doesn’t seem to mind us spending the day at the park. It was the closest safe space to the hotel. We’ve sat here on this bench almost all morning. After I blew the tryout at the bar—I dropped two trays and rolled an ankle—I had to pack up my hotel room. I didn’t take everything with me. I could not bear to take the gold dress I wore to Club Sin.
Just thinking about Club Sin and what I did there makes me shudder. I close my eyes because tears sting them immediately. I stormed out of there with my pride blazing bright. Never mind my broken heart or my aching soul. I rushed from room one-twenty-eight before I could make another foolish mistake.
“Like let yourself think you could love three men at once,” I whisper to myself, rubbing at my eyes with my palms.
Love has been a foreign concept to me for a long time. It wasn’t just about what I was feeling that night with Enzo, Mateo, and Tomas. It was what I saw. How I saw them love each other. How they wore it was like a badge of honor, like it was a gift to feel how they felt for one another.
Before them, I thought romance was sweet and soft. Flowers and date nights, slow kisses and gentle touching. That night...it was raw, it was harsh and painful. Together we were greedy, wild, and depraved. It was the first time in my life I felt as if I was my true self. It scared the hell out of me.
Escaping that night meant not facing who I was inside.
“Give me those eyes, little moon. I’m going to fill this perfect little cunt up.”
Enzo’s words play in my head as I sit there trembling in the sunshine. I haven’t been able to forget his words, his touch, the feeling of him inside me. Just like I can’t forget how hot it made me watching Mateo fuck Tomas, his cock slamming deep into him over and over. I nearly drowned in depravity that night. What is scariest is I didn’t want to be saved. I didn’t want to make it out of there alive.
I wanted to drown in them, to be stuck out to sea with them.
“Had to save yourself,” I say the words aloud as if I might believe them. Of course, I don’t, and I curse myself for still trying to convince myself that I did not make a mistake that night.
Hercules purrs as she snuggles up in her favorite spot—my boobs. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I kind of want to scream at the void and curse my bad luck and my bad choices. Also, I kind of want a banana split.
“Luna,” a voice calls me from thoughts of sweet ice cream treats. “If I had not found you today, we might have sent an actual search party out.”
Blinking up at the sun, I frown. Why is the sun talking to me? Oh hell, am I delirious from the heat and no food for two days? I am too tired and too damn hot to care if I have lost my entire mind. Past caring, I smile at the sunshine in the sky, shrugging a shoulder.
“Who would be looking for me?”
“We were looking for you for days, sugar,” Toma’s voice hits me all at once, that sweet endearment hitting me hard.
Panic crests inside of me, churning my stomach, making my heart pound. I am sweating. Shaking in the heat. Tears slip down my flushed cheeks, but I don’t bother with them. Tomas is here. Which means I don’t have to save myself anymore.
“Hercules, Tomas is here honey. We’re saved.”
“Oh, my sweet girl,” Tomas coos, bending in front of me, his hand coming to cup my face gently.
Staring down at him, it is more than my stomach that twists up. Tomas is beautiful. He might be more Mateo’s than anyone else's, but I love his mouth and how good he kisses. I am not making sense, but I don’t care. I bend down, brushing my mouth over his. He doesn’t pull back, he cups the back of my head, licking at my mouth before he pushes his tongue inside.
Pulling me from the bench, he takes my place and drags me down on his lap. We cradled Hercules between us as the kiss goes on. Tomas groans against my mouth, his hands sliding beneath my tank top. His rough fingers pluck at my nipples, and I cry out. Rocking on his lap, I am shocked to find him hard between my thighs.
“I turn you on?” I blink down at him, still half out of my mind. ‘
“Hell, yes sugar. You’re the sweetest little thing I’ve ever tasted. They weren’t lying to tell you I never wanted their women before. Sure, as hell want you, Luna. Not just any woman. Luna, you’re our woman. Ours.”
“I can’t,” I gasp even as I snuggle closer to him. “I don’t know how to love anyone. Or let anyone love me. I can’t let you control me.”
“We will show you how to let us, sugar,” Tomas husks, brushing my hair back from my face.
His light eyes stare up at me in the sunshine and I soften. Because I know he means it. He is the last one I expected to ever come looking for me. He has Mateo. Enzo. It would be downright greedy of him to want me too.
It is then I decide there might be nothing wrong with being greedy.
“Taking you home, Luna. To our home. Where you belong. Where the three of us have been going mad since you bailed on us at Club Sin. Enzo is a fucking nightmare right now. Won’t even let me suck his dick,” Tomas teases and for the first time in a very long time, I laugh.
Sitting there in the sunshine, cuddled up on this man’s lap, I laugh. He chuckles and gives my ass a little playful smack. Then he notices Hercules and his eyes get big. Bending his head, he nuzzles her before he peeks at me through her thick golden fur.
“Mateo will not be happy you have a kitten. He wants one pussy, not two,” he snarks again and I laugh, my tears gone, my smile back as my heart blooms inside of my chest.
Tomas stands and sets me on my feet, pressing a kiss on my lips, Grabbing the heavy backpack, he tosses it over his shoulder with ease. Holding his hand out to me, he waits. He lets me make the choice. Just the way they did the night they took me to room one-twenty-eight.
Leading me to a flashy black truck, he loads me in and secures my seatbelt. Climbing in beside me, he doesn’t ask me where I’ve spent the past few days or why I was at that park. He doesn’t ask if I have any other things. There is no pushing or judgment. He is just taking me where he wants me to be, and nothing else seems to matter much.
We drive through downtown Seattle until we get to the higher numbers. To the sprawling lawns and the towering condos. It is cooler here somehow, with thick growths of trees and dark forests. It feels as if I can breathe for the first time in days and it is all because of Tomas.
We don’t talk as he drives, but he keeps his heavy hand on my thigh. I am dirty and sweaty, but he doesn’t care. Hercules sits in the back seat, staring out at the beautiful place he has brought us to. Tomas pulls into a gated neighborhood and stops at the first condo. A garage door opens, and he pulls in, alongside two other cars.
“Is....anyone home?” I wonder as my breath catches in my lungs.
“They will be. I let them know I found you. I meant what I said. We’ve been looking for you since you walked out of Club Sin. We would not have given up till we found you, Luna. No plans to give up what is ours.”
A thrill shoots through me at his words and the crooked smile he delivers them with. Climbing from the truck, I let Hercules down, telling Tomas she can hang out in the garage until we figure out what comes next. Taking my hand, he leads me inside, pulling me close behind him.
Leading me down a hall, past framed photos of them all through the years, he tells me I need to behave until the other two come home. I frown at him. I told him they cannot control me. Tomas sits down at a long sectional in the corner with a sigh. Head laid back, he watches me. My eyes drop to his zipper, and I can see he is still hard, still turned on.
Wanting to prove something to both of us, I go to him, kneeling in front of him. Tomas sits up a little, letting me between his thighs. His rough hands brush over my face gently, pushing my hair back. He gathers it in his fist at the nape of my neck and I stare into his eyes. My hands find his zipper and I pull slowly, waiting for him to stop me. He doesn’t.
“Trying to prove you can’t be controlled, baby?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I just want to taste you in my mouth,” I mutter.
“Fuck,” he hisses, lifting his hips slightly. His cock bounces out of his jeans and I almost gasp. I forgot how big he was, thick and long.
Bending my head, I lick the swollen crown, never looking away from his eyes. He yanks at my hair hard, pulling me off him. Then he pulls me back, grabs my jaw and shoves himself past my lips with a roar. I gasp and choke, but once I relax, I let him go even deeper.
“Fuck your mouth is so good,” he growls, pulling gently at my hair. Pulling back, I tear at my tank top and push at my tiny shorts. Knelt in front of him, I pop my mouth open again and let him pull me down on his cock.
“Oh, that’s it. Good girl,” he moans, controlling my movements as his hips thrust up slowly. “That’s a good little girl, sugar. Take me down that pretty throat. Mateo would be so fucking turned on watching you take me so good. Don’t you touch your little pussy. You can’t come. Not till we tell you that you can.”
Tomas makes the sexiest sounds as he works his cock in my mouth. I am soaked between my thighs, and I wish Enzo or Mateo were here to touch me or lick me or fuck me. All I can think about is pleasing them. Being a good girl so they never take anyone else to Club Sin again.
“God, your mouth,” he grunts, his hips rocking faster, his cock plunging deeper. “It’s so fucking good, little girl. Tell daddy how much you like swallowing his thick cock.”
“Yes, daddy, yes, I do. I like it, I like it daddy,” I moan as spit and sweat drips down my jaw.
“Such a good little girl. You were made for us, Luna. Our little moon. Open that mouth. I want you covered in my cum when they come home. Then you’ll sit here like a good slut and suck their cocks next. Mateo and Enzo want to punish you for thinking you could ever hide from us.”
Sitting back on my heels, I open my mouth. I reach down to touch my pussy, but he slaps my hand away. Then he smacks my pussy and I cry out. I am so close. Just a touch. Just a rub of his rough fingers or his slick tongue. I would come so good. But he won’t let me, and I have to do as I am told.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, on your knees,” Enzo’s voice startles me, and I hang my head in shame.
“Open your mouth, little girl,” Mateo commands. I turn to see both of them behind me, watching with rapt fascination. “Let him paint that good girl mouth and those perfect tits with his come. Then it is our turn.”
Turning back to Tomas, I tilt my head back and open my mouth. I stick my tongue out and he slaps his cock on it, jerking it until he comes. It hits the back of my throat, my face, my throat. I don’t dare move to wipe it off. They want me to wear it. They want me to be covered in it, in them.
“Good girl,” Enzo praises as he bends close to me. “Don’t you dare close that slut mouth. We’re going to fill it with our cum. You’re going to suck your daddies clean, babydoll. Because you want to be our good girl, don’t you little moon?”
Staring up at him, I nod before I seal my fate. “Yes, daddy. I want to be your good girl.”