44. Epilogue
Prince Once again, I tread the very same hall that I once walked with my father, the anxiety welling up inside my chest as we approach the door at the other end.
The door to Leroy White’s office.
Well, the late Leroy White. That man can’t harm me anymore, nor my own father, since they are both at peace.
Now, both men smile down at us from that place beyond as Snow leads me to the room, an eager smile on her face.
She’s the new queen of these halls. Upon Regina’s death, her father’s estate went back to her, as it should have.
“I can’t wait!”
I smile down at the small woman beside me as she leads me to her father’s old office.
Her throne.
And I vow to be there with her when she re-takes it after all these years.
Finally, we step into the room and my stomach roils when I spy all those mirrors. Regina sure did love looking at herself, and now my own reflection gazes back at me as Snow approaches the black velvet chair behind the desk.
She hesitates, and I step toward her, lifting her hand as I place my lips on her knuckles.
“You’ve got this, Snow.”
With a deep breath, she approaches the chair. The moment she takes her rightful place as queen, re-taking her father’s old throne, a warmth seems to spread through the estate.
The clouds part outside the window, revealing blue sky, and the birds sing louder.
Unless I’m just imagining things.
It seems the estate is happy that its rightful queen has finally returned, and when she laughs, spinning around on the chair, something comes over me.
Fuck, I love this woman.
A woman who shares the blood of the man who killed my own.
But I promised Dad that instead of avenging his death on this woman, that I would love and cherish her forever.
Also, I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth either.
Leroy may have taken my father, but he left me the greatest gift of all—his beautiful daughter.
His way of making things up to me.
A daughter for a father…
A love for a life.
And I even promised Leroy that I would cherish his daughter,his gift to me, and care for her for the rest of my days.
Snow is mine now, and no one will take her away from me.
But unlike Leroy, I won’t shelter her. I will ensure that Snow remains the perfect storm that she was always destined to be. I approach her throne, dropping to my knees as I swear her fealty.
Snow rolls her eyes and drags me up to the chair, and now she shoves me down on the seat and sits on my lap, stealing a sweet kiss from my lips.
When she strokes her finger down my face, I shut my eyes, melting at her touch. She really does have me wrapped around her finger.
Now, I submit to her completely.
I even come for her now, as I refused before.
“So, how do you feel about fucking Leroy’s daughter on his old throne?”
My mouth stretches with a smirk.
Yes, I quite like the sound of that.
A lot.
Snow unbuttons my pants and frees my cock, impaling herself as she slides down my shaft, meeting me at the hips, and thrusting.
I let her fuck me wantonly, closing my eyes as she brings us both to our peak, and I finally come for her, releasing all my years of pent-up rage and bitterness as I submit beneath her.
I am thoroughly and utterly at her mercy.
No going back.
I’m pretty sure a bunch of woodland animals watch us through the window, the perverted freaks.
They must be her old friends coming to say hello.
But I’m not done.
So, I hope they’re in for a show.
I yank her up and throw her down as I proceed to fuck Leroy's daughter on his old desk. Then I flip her around, and Snow fucks me now as she gets on top, and she brings us to yet another orgasm.
When we’re done, she unsheathes from me and lies downbeside me, placing her hand on my beating heart.
It's beating for her.
My new queen.
I guess I should finally stop calling her princess then.
“I love you, my queen,” I whisper.
Snow smiles, leaning up to kiss me. “And I love you, my king.”
Looks like the prince and the princess are no more.
Now we’re reigning monarchs of our shared kingdom.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Saint Snow tugs me down the hall of the prison block. What has gotten into her?
I’m surprised she wants to return to this dark, dreary place.
The last time she was here, she killed a man, but it seems something has changed with her these last few weeks.
After all, Snow is a queen now.
And our queen specifically.
Could it be her new crown that is making her bold?
“Come on, he’s just down the hall…”
Who is?
Snow giggles, and when she opens the door to the torture chamber, I spy Angel waiting on the other side, a knowing smirk on his face.
“What is this?” I ask.
Angel’s lone eye gleams in the dark, and now his snigger echoes through the cell. “You’ll see, brother.”
I glance at Snow.
When she bites her lip, I finally understand.
She wants me and Angel to fuck her.
Angel and I have shared women before, but it always ended in tears where Angel was concerned. I had to console many a girl while Prince made them sign an NDA.
He makes Hunter and Casper’s girls do the same thing, too.
But Angel doesn’t have to hide who he is with Snow. Because she accepts him for the dark, depraved soul that he is.
I’m aware he has already had one of his knives in her.
Angel is a lot for many women. But not for our Snow…
That’s because she’s just as twisted as he is.
“I want you both to chain me up and do things to my body.”
I sigh, placing my hand on my forehead. “Snow…”
“I insist. Angel already found the perfect set of chains.”
I glance up, and there I find my twin rattling a pair of chains that hang from the ceiling.
Before I can stop her, Snow approaches Angel, and they share a bruising kiss. Snow yanks on his lower lip with her teeth, and my dick hardens at the sight of their raw passion.
Yeah, she can kiss me just like that, too.
Angel can barely contain himself the whole time he chains her to the ceiling, until Snow hangs suspended.
Fuck.
How can I say no to this?
So long as she gives us consent.
That’s all that matters here. Snow wants this.
And I am not completely fucked in the head for wanting to run my own knife down her body, tearing off her clothes.
Angel cackles, and I spy a shiny blade in his hand.
He flips it around, letting Snow lick the handle up and down with her sinful tongue, and holy shit…
Then he runs the blade down her chest, placing the knife tip at her beating heart.
“Angel,” I warn.
His lone eye glows when it finds me, and I watch him carefully.
But he has everything under control. His maniac finally learns its limits, and now he yanks down her pants, slipping his finger inside her pussy.
I move forward, joining him in pleasuring Snow’s body at last.
Now we both run our knives over her flesh. I use mine to rip off her clothes, hoping she wasn’t too attached to them.
We can always get her some more.
When Angel thrusts his handle deep in her pussy, she moans, arching her back as she trembles in her chains.
Then, he kneels in front of her, kissing up and down her body, and I tease the handle of my own knife at her backside.
Thank God she’s wet enough.
I look forward to fucking her with my steel.
Angel My brother is all for this, as I knew he would be.
Never one to fail to disappoint me as he thrusts his own knife’s handle inside Snow’s ass, using her own wetness to wet the handle.
I tug my own handle out of her gently, and she pulls on her chains when the blade’s handle scrapes against her sensitive walls, making her come.
Her body shivers and I appreciate the way the goosebumps pop along her naked skin, raising her hair on end.
Fuck, she is beautiful, and I know it in my twisted black heart that I love her.
I look up, meeting her hooded brown eyes. “I love you, Snow.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. Even Saint looks at me stunned.
“Brother…” he whispers.
I sigh. “I do. You’re the first and only girl who has ever loved me for me , despite the fact that I’m a raving lunatic.”
“You can say that again,” Saint mutters, and I growl at him.
Yet he only grins at me, and I shake my head, meeting Snow’s eyes again.
Tears drip down her cheeks, and I rise, wiping them away. “Do not cry, little Snow. This is a time to rejoice.”
She closes her eyes. “I love you, too. Both of you.”
Saint stills behind her. Then he angles her face, bringing her lips to his. “I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Hey, not fair.
But I did, too.
It was why I hesitated to bring her home with us that time. Saint and I saw it then, and we see it now.
Snow is special.
Our perfect woman.
Because no other woman could handle the both of us.
She has our knives in her, yet she loves every moment, curling her fingers and toes as she comes prettily for us again and again.
Enough of the knife play.
I want to be inside her now.
I take out the knife fully, replacing it with my cock at last, and as I snap my hips against hers, bring her to climax, Saint matches my pace, keeping up behind her.
He takes her ass, I take her front, and out of the two of us, I would have expected him to take her pussy.
To be the one to gaze into her eyes as he makes her come.
Seems I am the romantic one after all.
Unless Saint is giving me this gift.
When I meet my own blue eyes on his face, it only confirms my suspicions, and my heart swells.
He knows I need this.
Because I need Snow to look me in the eye when I make love to her, and now I take off my eyepatch so she can see all of me.
I bare it all for her.
Finally, Snow throws her head back and groans as Saint and I pump our cocks in rhythm; I can even feel him through the membrane of skin that separates her ass from her pussy.
We shared a womb, and now we share a woman.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When we’re finished, we remove her from the chains, then carry her up to her room in Prince’s wing. I think it’s time our queen got her own wing, though.
And I’m sure Prince would agree.
Hunter Snow dances and dances without a care in the world when Casper and I take her back to the Poison Apple club, and for once, we can completely let go as Prince no longer presides over us.
He trusts us now, and most of all, he trusts Snow.
I push her flush to my chest as we embrace on the dancefloor, Casper at her back as she grinds against us both, and I’m getting turned on.
And I know my brother feels the same.
The three of us are drenched in sweat, and things are getting hot in this club.
Good. Anyway to cheer her up.
Snow was a little upset that her friend Elle couldn’t make it tonight, and I hope the girl’s stepsisters aren’t giving her too much of a hard time.
I couldn’t even imagine a more deplorable pair of women. Those stepsisters of Elle’s are just as bad as Regina was.
Overly glamorous, overly pampered woman are not my type.
I love my girls raw, like Snow.
She brings my ear to her mouth, her breath hot on my skin. “Let’s go somewhere private.”
I find Casper’s violet eyes on her other side, and he smirks, becoming the King of Darkness as he throws her over his shoulder in her tight black leather skirt, giving it a wicked slap as he rushes through the club.
In the end, we find a back alley that reeks of piss and decadence, but it wouldn’t be the first time I fucked in an alleyway.
Lucky thing we’re good friends with security.
Otherwise, we’d be arrested.
In fact, I spy a camera on the wall right by the fire escape, and I hope whoever watches loves the show.
Casper pushes Snow against the wall, and now he fucks her wantonly, thrusting his cock deep inside her pussy, and I spy the moment she reaches her peak.
Her eyes roll as she wraps her legs around his waist, beautiful sounds coming from her lips. Here we all thought Casper was the singer…
“Yes, sing for me, Snow,” he rasps.
Well, here we go.
Casper Snow sings for me again and again, and I shut my eyes, jerking my hips as I come in her eager pussy.
She swallows my cock, clenching around me tightly, and then she comes yet again.
Now I flip her away from the wall, passing her to Hunter, and now he fucks her from behind as I lean down, licking away the arousal from her creamy thigh.
Damn, it was never this good with the other girls. They were all so fake, all so eager, yet Snow comes so naturally around both of our cocks as we both takes turns with her.
“I love you, Snow,” I whisper, kissing and biting her thigh.
“I love you, too,” she breathes.
Hunter grabs her cheek, turning her to face him. “And don’t forget me. I love you, Snow.”
She smiles, meeting his kiss. “And I love you, too. Both of you.”
My heart has never felt so full, and I swear then to protect my queen always.
Snow is ours.
She is mine.
Knight A sigh leaves my lips as I clean the blood from Snow’s shoulder.
Angel got a little too carried away with his knife, and no matter how many times I tell him that knives do not belong in the bedroom, he still insists.
“But we weren’t in a bedroom, big brother…” he’d said.
No. They were in the cell again, and those two.
As a doctor, I feel it is my responsibility to tell them not to use knives like sex toys.
Angel nicked her skin, and I tsk yet again.
Snow blushes bright red, and she’s just too much at times.
So modest, yet those dirty thoughts of hers are going to be the death of her.
“Sorry,” she whispers.
I smile. “It’s fine, Snow. Just be careful next time.”
She reaches across and grabs my cheek, kissing my lips. “I will, doctor.”
Fuck. I love the way she says doctor.
Almost makes me want to stick my own knife inside her.
No, no.
She has the twins for that.
I just hope she’s all right to settle for a sword.
All knights have one.
“I guess you find me boring,” I reply.
Snow shakes her head. “I could never find you boring, Knight.”
Her words make my heart skip a beat, and what did we do to deserve her?
Snow’s hands run down my body, stopping at the bulge in my pants. “I know there’s a maniac inside you too. I’ve seen him... The way he threatened Prince that one time. The way he grinned …”
I grin for her yet again, but it’s not my manic grin. “Oh, really?”
She nods, and before I know it, we’re taking off each other’s clothes, and soon I sheath my sword inside her as I make her come for me.
Snow squeezes on my cock, trembling as I fuck her on the kitchen island, and when she meets my eyes, I give her my joker smile.
She climaxes when I show her how crazy I can be, running her fingers over my face as she rests them on my dimples, and then I jerk my hips, releasing at last.
Then I close my eyes, pressing my head to hers as I whisper. “I love you, Snow.”
She kisses me. “I love you, too, Knight.”
Moth Snow poses on a chair before me as I sketch her face, and for once I don’t have to go off memory.
Now, she is sitting right in front of me, a living embodiment of my dreams, and as I capture her beauty on a canvas, I know it’s my finest work yet.
“Can I see?” she asks.
“Not yet.”
I do the last finishing touches, and when it’s finished, I lift the sketch, letting her see.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, but I toss it aside on the couch, getting up to reach her side.
“Yet it could never compare to the real thing. I can’t believe you’re finally mine, Snow. Ever since I saw you as a kid, I knew I loved you.”
She smiles, resting her hand on my moth tattoo, as I’m shirtless per her orders. My heart beats beneath her fingers.
“I love you, too. I’m sure I would have fallen for you then if you had made yourself known to me, Moth. Heaven knows I needed a friend back then.”
I shut my eyes.
No regrets. That’s what I tell myself.
When I open them again, I meet her sweet brown eyes. They’re as beautiful as I always thought they’d be up close.
“Well, we can make up for all that lost time.”
Snow smiles, getting to her feet as she throws me back on my couch. Then she climbs on my lap, freeing my cock as she leans down, wrapping her lips around me.
I flex inside her mouth as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, and when I come, she hollows out her cheeks, swallowing up every last drop.
“I… love you, Snow…” I gasp, fisting my hand as her tongue feels so good.
It looks like she got a tongue ring and fuck me…
Snow really is full of surprises.
With a smirk, she impales herself on my cock until she meets me at the hips, and we stay that way.
Just the two of us, as I love to be inside her.
Lord knows teenage me had envisioned this moment many a night alone with this cock. That was around the time I first sketched her.
Seventeen-year-old me tried to imagine what she would look like at sixteen, and yeah, I used to jerk off to my own sketch of her, too, but my art could never compare to the real thing…
Snow is more than I imagined she would be.
It appears all my boyhood dreams have come true.
I got the girl of my dreams…
Snow
Hunter snorts as he leads me through the halls, and I can’t see for the life of me as he has me blindfolded.
Angel even suggested they bind me, too, with his rope, but Prince quickly shut down his offer.
They merely mean to give me a gift.
Now all seven of them lead me like a captive through their mansion, but I am not their captive anymore.
I am their queen.
It takes some time, but we finally stop when Prince clears his throat. “Ready, Snow? Hunter, remove her blindfold.”
Hunter yanks my blindfold off, and I gasp.
We’re inside a huge, empty room, but when I look around, I spy a hallway that leads into a series of bedrooms.
I look at Prince. “What is it?”
Prince smiles, and when Saint steps forward, handing me a keycard, my heart pounds.
“Snow, daughter of the late King Leroy White… welcome to your new wing. A place to call your own.”
Now my jaw hits the floor.
This wing is all for me…
They shouldn’t have.
But Prince holds up his hand before I protest. “I know you have no need for it since you’re a queen of your very own estate now, but… it’s yours, Snow. As you are ours .”
My fingers close around the keycard as tears trickle down my cheeks.
This card is the key to all their hearts…
They have finally accepted me into their home.
As their queen.
It seems I finally found a new family, and I send a silent promise to Mama and Daddy as I feel their presence.
“I’ll make you both proud.”
“So, how are you going to decorate it, Snow? What colors?” Hunter asks excitedly.
No doubt he will want to take me shopping. So long as we can take Casper, too (and so long as all three of us can mess around on the beds in the store).
I peer around the beige walls. Then I meet each of their eyes.
Prince’s mismatched pair are warm for me these days, the green and the brown both regarding me with such passion, and Hunter’s green eyes are beaming with pride.
Angel’s lone eye gleams, and Saint’s are shining, as he can’t take his ice-blue gaze off me.
Knight shows me his dimples with a smile, his gray eyes kind as usual, and Casper is reserved, yet, his violet eyes burn when they find mine.
And Moth seems to know my answer before the words leave my mouth, the golden flecks in his onyx eyes reflecting the light that pours in through the floor-length windows.
“Well?” Hunter probes
I peer around the beige walls again.
Yeah, beige is not my color at all.
“Black,”I reply.
A combination of all their eye colors.
Perfect.
With maybe a few skulls and bats for décor.
Yeah, Tainted Snow is here to stay.
It seems I have finally become the raging storm.
And I have my new family to thank for that.
My seven larger-than-life men. End