Epilogue
EPILOGUE
T here’s something uniquely special about walking the halls of Noire House, secure in the knowledge that the man responsible for so much torment and willful abuse of others is gone.
This time, for good.
It doesn’t mean that we’re entirely free of his influence. Even in death, questions still linger as to what this Household might look like once his successor takes their place. From all accounts, there are still many within the Anguis who were loyal to Andreas—and were complicit in his perversions, who were his right hand in all kinds of foul businesses he commanded.
Hawke is still working to do everything he can to bring an end to the trafficking rings that still exist in and around Port Macabre. Although his task has become no less fraught with potential danger, just because Andreas no longer draws breath doesn’t safeguard him from others who might try to sink their fangs into him.
If anything, we’ve convinced him to be more cautious in his actions. Especially, after the way he was so brutally interrogated. Did I pull out my princess card and wave that around when telling him to not even think about being reckless while the dust has yet to settle? Absolutely.
My men might be deadly, ruthless, and possessive. However, I’m all that and more where they’re concerned.
In the months since Andreas’ death, our life has evolved to something where we can live freely together, and continue to explore what it means to fall more deeply in love the more time we get to spend with each other.
After how intense things were when we first started out, time feels like a precious gift sprawling lazily in the sun. Not that we’re ever going to take things for granted, but we have a freedom now to live our lives within the Anguis, and no longer be bound by the shackles I had been so perilously close to becoming forever claimed by.
In their individual sweet ways, my men have made their best effort to give me a proper relationship, as if we’re beginning over. Date nights, and dinners, and everything in between.
We’ve traveled extensively—something I had never dared dream might be my life or reality. They’ve flown me halfway around the damn world and back, often just for a few days at a time, including a trip to see Rita after she returned to complete the remainder of her internship. That girl now has her work featured on catwalks across the globe, and I’m forever inundated by glitzy photos of her latest location to temporarily call home.
Yet, the allure of this world and spending time with my men within the place that has been their existence for so long, it somehow sits comfortably. Noire House, the club, it all feels incredibly natural to become part of the fabric of this environment. I now work closely alongside Keisha, and love every minute of learning the business of pleasure .
Tonight, the mansion is full of Anguis members from far and wide. It’s an auction night. The likes of which is free of the polluted, poisonous fingers of Andreas Noire and his loyal followers for the first time.
There are individuals here being purchased for a night of pleasure, but it is all consensual. Rationally, I understand that fact. Even still, I can’t focus too much on my own feelings about being brought into this world by force. It’s conflicting indeed, knowing that one of the worst possible things to happen to me, also turned out to be the miracle that gave me the three men I love with a force that is all-consuming.
I’ve spent the past week or so assisting with all the intricacies of an event such as this happening here at Noire House. In between the preparations for the club itself to put on extra showcases and to make sure the private rooms are prepared ahead of time with the influx of members who will all be in attendance on the same night.
This will be grand and decadent, and I’m certainly dressed accordingly—in my favorite blood-red velvet gown. Guests have already begun arriving for the evening, with chatter and laughter floating through the main foyer and public gathering areas outside the grand ballroom.
Hawke:
Come to my office. I need to talk to you about something.
I look at my phone, then up at the security camera’s red light blinking in the corner, arching one eyebrow. This man has access to a view of every single room in this place from his computer, not to mention my tracking device, which he can easily monitor. It shouldn’t be such a turn-on that he can keep an eye on me wherever I go, but apparently, I’m very into the idea of belonging to him, along with Grey and Angel.
Making my way down the stairs hidden from the guests, the narrow passage leads me straight to Hawke’s study. As always, when I enter this space, that fluttery feeling occupies my stomach, knowing all the ways I gladly spend time with him here when it’s just the two of us.
My lessons might no longer be formally required, but I willingly allow this man to command me. Truth be told, I’m an absolute slut for Hawke Calliano all day, every day. All he has to do is hit me with those sapphire eyes seven ways to Sunday, and I’m putty in his hands.
Or, more to the point, I’m a melted puddle on the floor at his boots.
I’m honestly surprised he’s down here still, considering that the mansion is filling up. I know his brothers are in attendance as usual with their security roles tonight, and I expected him to be meeting with them for a briefing by now. So when I press the door open, I’m left stumbling a little to be met with his broad chest.
“Hi.” I melt instantly. All breathless and giddy, while staring up at him with a goofy smile and stars in my eyes. This man holds my heart so securely; there’s no doubt he’s rock-steady in his care for not just me but the others, too.
Pretty sure that’s what makes me fall in love with him a little harder every day, seeing how he cares for and looks after both Grey and Angel.
“Get undressed.” Hawke has a look in his eyes that leaves me shivering with the intensity of his gaze and his words.
But, surely, he’s joking.
“Very funny. What did you need to talk about? The hall upstairs was mostly full when I last—”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, princess.”
My mouth opens, then closes, as I feel heat tinge my cheeks. He looks ready to devour me—and I’m unashamedly forever ready to splay myself out willingly as his feast to savor—except, we are most definitely running to a schedule of events this evening.
One that leaves no room for us to be fooling around in this office.
“Oh my god. We don’t have time for that.” My lips twist, and I slowly shake my head.
Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say. Hawke’s eyes flash with a glimpse of silver at my moment of defiance, and he steps into my figure. His bulk crowds me against the wooden paneling until my spine connects with the wall.
With one hand, he pulls his phone out and dials a number before bringing it to his ear. With the other, he drags a finger across my collarbone, leaving a track of goosebumps erupting in the wake of his skimming, feather-light touch.
“Poe is required elsewhere,” he says to whoever is on the other end of that call. “You’ve got everything covered, haven’t you?”
As his voice grows thick with that roughened edge of desire taking hold, he begins to hook the thin strap on my shoulder with one pinky finger.
He carries on confirming various details over the phone, but in all honesty, I’m not hearing a word he says. All I can focus on is the drag of his knuckles across my skin. All I can concentrate on, is the way he smoothly slips the material down my arm. The only thing I hear is blood rushing in my ears as I’m entrapped by his silent command of my body.
Hawke then repeats the act on the other side. He unhooks my dress so slowly, I feel like he’s doing the same thing to my brain at the same time. With the brush of his touch, my knees are liable to give way any second.
As he ends the call, his little finger slips out from beneath the strap, and the fabric flutters to the floor, pooling around my ankles.
“ Mmm . My favorite toy to play with. My own little whore to use whenever I desire.”
“Yes, Sir.” I barely usher a whisper to hang between us, but I know he wants to hear my words. I’ll gladly give him every single drop of breath, if only I could regather my senses and oxygen supply.
He steps aside and, with a penetrating stare, gestures in the direction of his desk. There’s already a cushion in one of the only places where I feel safest and most securely taken care of, outside of the moments when the four of us are in our home together.
This dance is a familiar one.
Hawke follows after me and settles into his chair, just as I lower myself between his spread knees. As always, looking up at him like this accentuates his handsomeness. The angles of his jaw, his cheekbones, those eyes I’ll forever find myself drawn to swim in the depths of.
Reaching out, he strokes my hair, and it’s as if time loses all meaning when he touches me like this. It’s so reverential. So commanding. So utterly Hawke in his complexities of being both a man in a position of power and having the capacity to shower me with so much tenderness.
I nuzzle into his palm, seeking more. He always leaves me with a need blazing and raging in my core. All it has taken tonight is one second in his presence, and here I am, ready to forget anything beyond these walls and worship the ground he walks upon.
Because I know he does the same for me in return.
“It’s not going to suck itself.” He pinches my chin, leaving my body flushing from head to toe at the inherent scolding behind those darkly spoken words.
I move with lightning speed the second he gives me permission. Freeing his thick length, I’m busy biting back the need to moan and purr out loud as soon as he begins to swell beneath my touch. Wrapping my palm around the velvety feel of him, I work him with slow, firm strokes, dipping my tongue out to lap at his leaking tip.
God, this always skyrockets my neediness. Being his little plaything for him like this does something to my brain, leaving me squeezing my thighs together as I kneel for him and gently run my tongue everywhere to trace the veins and swollen tip.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, continuing to stroke my hair. “Wrap that hot little mouth around me, princess.” His hips lift to give me better access to suck him down and begin to take him deeper and deeper.
That’s when I lose the battle with keeping my slutty little noises to myself. I’m enjoying this too much, and while sometimes Hawke will tell me off and punish me for being unable to stay quiet for him—tonight, he seems to be in the kind of mood where he wants everything I’ve got to offer.
Just thinking of that, of being his to use freely as he sees fit this evening, sends a wicked shudder through my limbs and a pulse straight to my clit.
Hawke’s fingers thread tighter in my hair, until the pinch stings my scalp. While I get sloppier and sloppier, still only moving slowly, saliva pools and begins to run down my chin.
“Fuck, that’s it. Look at how needy you are for a cock in your mouth.” He brushes a thumb against the corner of my eye, swiping up the wetness there. “You’re a good girl when there’s a promise of having your mouth stuffed full, aren’t you?”
As he grunts his filthy words, I see him pick up his phone from the desk above my head, and I dutifully give him my eyes and damp lashes with my lips wrapped around the base of him. His cock jerks on my tongue as he takes a photo—or maybe it’s a video, I don’t know—then devastates me with a slight quirk of his lips while looking down on me .
He looks so smug and beautiful I’m almost certainly about to combust into flames.
I’m busy, lost to the raptures of watching Hawke watching me… that I only faintly hear the sound of a door slamming and footsteps drawing close. But I know the rules, especially if I’m in a position like this—on my knees with a mouthful of Hawke Calliano—there’s no looking or stopping .
I have to kneel here and endure every second of intense arousal, knowing we have an audience.
Especially knowing what they’ll be seeing.
“Christ. A slutty little flower with her throat stuffed full. Now, that’s a much better way to spend this evening.”
Grey’s voice is already raspy with arousal, as I feel every inch of his assessment.
What a sensation it builds in me, knowing that Hawke sent an image of me sucking him down to lure the others here.
God, I love them so much it aches.
“Those teeth marks weren’t there last night. Wonder what creature our girl has allowed to have their wicked way with her perfect ass?”
I whimper, my pussy clenching.
“ Hmm . It certainly wasn’t me.” Hawke gives me a disapproving look. “Has your fallen Angel been playing with his favorite toy?”
He absolutely has, and I’m a squirming mess knowing that my tiny thong will reveal the bruise he adorned my ass cheek with at whatever hour of the morning we were fooling around together quietly in the dark while the other two were sleeping right beside us.
“What punishment do you both deserve? Since the two of you can’t be trusted to not be humping each other all day and night.” Grey’s voice is thick now; his focus unmistakably lasered in on the bruise he’s got a prime position to take in the sight of .
“We know our boy isn’t good at only watching… a pussy full of cum that he can’t touch? I think that’s only fair.”
I’m reduced to a series of pathetic noises, with wetness running freely from the corners of my mouth as I struggle to keep my attention fixed on the man above me. Knowing Hawke and Grey’s fondness for punishments, they’ll absolutely make Angel and me have to endure not touching each other, and I’m already prepared to beg if it means getting to have all three of them before we leave this room.
The very place where we all collided into each other’s orbits for the first time.
“Put her on the desk. I’ve already had to endure watching you fuck our girl right there, so it’s only fair I get my turn.” Grey’s figure looms in my periphery as he comes around to stand beside Hawke’s chair. “Jesus. Look at the mess you’ve made of yourself, little flower. Is your cunt going to be that sloppy for me, too?”
“ Fffuck . She keeps moaning around me every time you talk. I bet she’ll be extra nasty for you tonight, butcher.”
Hawke pulls me off him and swipes a thumb over my wet chin and puffy lips before lifting me out from beneath his desk and sitting me exactly where they both want.
I swallow down a gulp of air, wanting to turn around and look for my Angel so badly, but knowing fully well that these two handsome devils in front of me are only going to prolong our agony if I don’t give them every ounce of my obedience.
Grey already has his cock in his hand as he steps between my thighs and hits me with that self-assured look I crumble for every single goddamn time. Biting my lip, I lean back on my palms and wait for him to make his move—to use me however he sees fit.
To be the man I’m besotted and hopelessly in love with.
“Did you finger yourself while you were sucking him down like his private fucktoy?” He hooks one digit beneath my thong, and tugs the material out of the way, before tapping the head of himself against my swollen clit.
“No—No, I was good. I promise.” I whimper as my eyelashes flutter heavily with the way that feels so damn good.
“Are you sure? Or were you busy riding your fingers and getting lost in his pretty eyes?” Grey nudges my clit again, and again, until my own eyes start to roll back in my head.
“Hurry up and get inside her.” Hawke’s voice sounds strained, and when I refocus on the scene before me, I see that he’s still seated right fucking there, only inches from where Grey is about to slip into my entrance. And he’s stroking himself, with his gaze fixated on the spot where Grey’s tattooed hand and cock and my drenched pussy are all positioned.
Like we’re all on show… just for his pleasure.
“Want a closer look?” Grey taunts him, as he guides himself to notch at my core, fitting against me until just the tip stretches me perfectly.
Now I really am at their mercy, succumbing to the need to let out all the porny little noises I’ve been wanting to make this entire time.
“I know you want to come over here and give me a hand, Calliano. You can still tug on that big dick of yours while you tease her clit.”
I’m gasping, soaring as Grey begins to sheath himself. He presses forward, and my entire body lights up as he fills me. The heat of him, the proximity of Hawke, who comes to stand at his hip—everything builds rapidly after what I just did underneath his desk, having already ratcheted up my need so intensely.
The leaking tip of Hawke drags along my thigh, as his fingers explore and glide and slip in time with Grey’s initial thrusts. Both of them work in tandem to have me spiraling into a frenzy within what feels like only a few short heartbeats, and they’re too pleased with themselves, too commanding.
Grey coats me in filthy words. Hawke pinches down on my clit. And it’s the combination of the two of them together like this that undoes me entirely. I tense up and proceed to fall apart on a shuddering climax as Grey keeps fucking me, and Hawke shoves his fingers into my mouth for me to taste myself.
“Jesus—Fuck—Keep squeezing me like that, love. You’re such a dirty little thing. Goddamn.”
His thrusts grow erratic, and I feel the way he swells, his length dragging against my inner walls until his own release bursts out of him. Grey dives for my mouth, licking his way to seal against Hawke’s fingers, and meet my tongue with his own.
That’s when I feel Hawke twist his hand to pinch his chin, the roughness of his calluses and Grey’s stubble brush past my mouth. It’s a silent command. One that is unmistakably his own need to claim me.
I hardly have a moment to gather myself, to suck in a few shuddering breaths, as he withdraws, only for Hawke to take his place. He pushes inside my slippery channel and drags my ass right to the edge of his desk.
Once again, they work as a team. One tattooed hand comes up to collar my throat, and I’m guided back, my spine hitting the desk covered in papers, and neither of these two are apparently concerned that we’re about to send everything into complete disarray.
Whereas Grey seemed intent on tormenting me with his slow, steady thrusts—the man now between my legs is feral. Hawke fucks me hard and fast, slamming us against his desk over and over.
When I look up at him, his gaze isn’t on me, but it falls somewhere across the room. Oh, god, he’s looking at Angel while he’s absolutely owning me… while I’m already full of Grey’s cum. That possessiveness sends me on a crash course with another orgasm real fucking fast.
Maybe I hardly had a chance to come down from the first one, but whatever the case is, I see it in the tip at the corner of Hawke’s mouth hovering above me. I see the way he feels me tighten around him, and let out a string of pathetic sobs of pleasure as my back bows.
“Look at you. Already falling apart. See how hard our girl gets off being stuffed full of cum over and over.” Grey’s hand tenses around the column of my throat, and that pressure, combined with Hawke’s thrusts, has the desired effect.
“Oh fuck, oh god.” I moan and claw at the desk as the wave rushes for me, but hovers and leaves me on the precipice of being swallowed up.
“You know the rules, princess.” Hawke grunts.
“Please. Please, Sir .” There’s no limit to my willingness to beg for this man. For all of them. My whines fill the room, and he groans loudly. Hawke shoves deep and adds pressure to my clit, giving us both an explosive release at the same time.
My pulse thunders in my ears, and my vision blanks as I feel him unload deep inside. Knowing that Grey has already filled me, and now Hawke has too, settles something and wraps my heart up with a security I’ve never known until I met them. I can’t understand it, but having this with them is everything .
All I need now is my Angel.
I blink back the wetness, my tears of pleasure coating my lashes, and run my tongue over my bottom lip. As I stare up at the two men standing over me, I’m floating somewhere in a state of pure bliss, hoping I’ve pleased them enough to earn my reward.
“Think we should let him over here, before he murders the two of us with his bare hands? Sorry, little flower, it was kinda nice knowing you…” Grey chuckles and cups my face, stooping to kiss me. “Do you want his mouth, or his fancy cock, or both?” He hovers over my lips and smirks in that devious way he does.
All I can do is whimper something in agreement.
“Christ, Calliano. Pretty sure you just fucked her so hard she’s forgotten how to talk.” He nips my bottom lip between his teeth, then straightens up.
“Don’t think our girl needs to know how to talk where the big guy is concerned.” Hawke pulls out with a hiss, then takes a long look at my exposed pussy as he tucks himself away. “But since you’ve been such a very good girl, princess…” He braces himself over me and drapes his mouth to cover mine, slipping his tongue past my tingling lips, treating me to a long, slow kiss that reaches straight to my toes.
As Hawke leaves my head spinning with his mouth on mine, I feel it. Thick fingers press into me, then draw back to swipe up the evidence welling at my entrance. Hawke chuckles against my lips, a rich, decadent sound I inhale like rarified air. Before he steps back and allows the man currently fucking their combined releases back into me.
Angel gives me the darkened, soul-consuming eyes I forever see in my dreams, all while pushing as much as he can back into my pussy. It’s too much; I’m so overstimulated that I’m reduced to rubble. I’m a mess for him—for them—and absolutely need him to ruin me even more at this moment.
We don’t need to exchange anything but a glance, no more than a heated stare and a promise of how much we love each other, before he hooks my panties with his cum-covered knuckles and slips himself easily inside.
It’s filthy and slick between us, and my pussy flutters around him. I’m unashamedly trying to arch my spine and angle my hips to give him access, encouraging him to drive as deep as possible straight away.
He understands what I need perfectly. I lose it, on a cascade of loud sobs and whines, as his piercings feel unbelievable, dragging in and out of my sensitive channel.
“Fuck. Please. I love you so much.” I whimper.
Angel gives me everything, fucking me with perfect intensity, thrusting in and out until I see stars. He guides me to shatter on a slow, undulating wave that lifts me up and carries me away.
His rumbling noise of pleasure draws me back into my body as I feel him jerk inside me, and his climax takes hold. Everything is so hot and slippery, and the sound of my heart pounding must surely be loud enough for all of them to hear.
He pulls back, with a slow, drawn-out glide, that feels too soon because I just want him to stay there, seated inside me. Except he gives me what I didn’t realize I needed to make this moment even more perfect.
Angel fastens his mouth over my slick core, licking and swirling his tongue, before shifting up my body to seek out my lips. He feeds me the taste of all of us, the erotic combination of our passion and desire for one another. With each slide of our tongues together, I thread my limp arms around the back of his neck and cling tight.
I’m still holding onto Angel when different lips taste mine, first Grey, followed by Hawke, before the scratch of Angel’s beard tells me I’m claimed by his tender kisses once more.
The three loves of my life. The three hearts I’ve been waiting for, unknowingly, this whole time.
We’re together, we’re safe in each other’s arms, and I can’t wait to live out this dream with them every single day.