Chapter 54
Chapter Fifty-Four
THE HEATHEN
They stare at me, eyes wide, but not a single word is spoken. Was this a horrible mistake?
“You don’t like it.”
Killian stares at me as he runs his hand through his hair.
“Of course we do, baby. I’m a little surprised, but I fucking love it.”
He grabs my arm and pulls me to him as he scoots his chair back from the table. Holding me in his arms, his eyes stare into mine, the color a shade lighter than they normally are.
“We didn’t expect this, but that’s you, baby. Unexpected. Beautiful. And ours.”
He grumbles under his breath when Carter takes my hand and pulls me onto his lap.
“Are you happy with it? Does it make you feel differently about yourself?”
I nod and admit how much it means to me.
“It feels like the final step to erasing them from my life. And your names felt fitting to me because all of you changed everything for me. You were my first consensual touch. My first kiss. And my first loves.”
Carter slides his hand into my hair and pulls, yanking my head to his, his gaze possessive as he speaks in a tone almost threatening.
“Your only loves. First, last and only.”
A friend once told me that possessive men are glaring red flags. So why do I like it when Carter is like this? His stare holds mine, leaving no room for argument.
“Do you understand, Little Heathen?”
I tilt my head at him, dragging my fingers over his jaw, making my feelings clear.
“You’re mine, Carter. If another woman touches what’s mine, I’ll cut her fucking throat. That goes for all three of you. Do you understand?”
Holding onto my head on either side, he groans softly, as butterflies swirl in my stomach and my clit pulses with need.
“Perfect fucking girl. Ours.”
He brushes his lips over mine as I whisper, “Yours.”
Carter's kiss is seductive and slow as he slides his tongue against mine. Knox and Killian move and kiss each side of my neck.
“You need to get ready, Killer. We have plans tonight.”
Carter stops kissing me, and I press my face against his chest and complain.
“It’s not nice to start things you won’t finish. What’s the opposite of a cock tease? A pussy tease. Nobody likes a pussy tease.”
Killian kneels behind me, wrapping my hair around his fist he pulls my head back and I whimper.
“You don’t like me, Killer?”
I attempt to shake my head, but his grip on my hair is too firm to allow it.
“No, but I love you.”
He stares at me, his eyes dancing with amusement.
“And you don’t like me because,” his lips lift into a ghost of a smirk.
“I’m a pussy tease?”
I nod with a smile knowing how ridiculous I sound.
He chuckles as he shakes his head at me.
“You and that ravenous cunt, baby. Can you really not handle a kiss without being fucked? Is that all it takes?”
I wave my hand between the three of them.
“When it’s any of you, yes.”
The full truth is it doesn’t even require a kiss. Sometimes it’s a look or even the tone of their voice.
“Killer. I won’t tell you again. Get ready.”
Ahh yes. That tone right there. I get up and turn to Killian as he stands to his feet. Placing my hands on my hips, I fake glare at him.
“If you want me to get ready then stop being bossy. It turns me on.”
I walk to the stairs and he growls behind me.
“You’re a fucking brat.”
After going up the first three steps, I stop and turn to him. He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at me, his eyes dark and intense.
“And you’re a dick, but I love you in spite of it.”
I can’t help but giggle as I climb the rest of the steps without another word from Killian. It’s as if I won. For the moment.
My tattoo artist said no soaking or scented soap.
I don’t want to go out without showering but I’ll keep it short.
I laugh to myself thinking about her asking which of the hot men were mine.
She looked like a cartoon character when I said ‘all of them.’ At first I was embarrassed when anyone asked that question, but it doesn’t bother me anymore.
I know it’s unconventional, and maybe most people haven’t been in a relationship like this, but for us—it’s our normal.
If I were forced to choose between them I couldn’t.
I turn the shower on and get undressed while waiting for the water to warm up.
As I step inside I hear Killian yelling at me.
“Do not make yourself come.”
I giggle with the intention of pissing him off hoping he comes into the bathroom.
“Oh Killian. Yes, right there.”
“I swear to God, Killer.” He growls as he swings the door open and spots me not touching myself.
He shakes his head at me, his anger dissipating as he stands there and takes a deep breath.
“Knox says you’re a brat because you feel safe with us. I think you’re a brat because you’re a fucking brat. I’m going back downstairs. Behave.”
I tilt my head back, getting my hair wet as I yell back, “Yes, sir.”
Knox said I misbehave because I feel safe?
That’s an interesting thought process. It’s not something I’ve thought about with any great detail, but he might be right.
I do feel safe with them. I’m not afraid of any of their punishments.
Orgasm denial is not my idea of a good time, but if that’s as bad as it gets, I can handle it.
I feel safe. Really safe.
The thought is shocking because I’ve never been able to say that before. I smile to myself.
I never dared to dream of a life beyond killing the monsters from my past. No future.
There was never a thought of what comes next.
Because I didn’t expect to survive, and honestly, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to before.
Now, every day is spent with my three men, and I wouldn’t miss out on that for anything.