Epilogue #2
I grumble under my breath as they help me out of the SUV.
There’s gravel beneath my boots, and two hands wrap around mine to guide me.
We step onto a concrete path, and my heels crunch over the walkway as my curiosity only grows.
They stop before turning me to face the left, and my brow furrows. “We’re still outside.”
“We are,” Roman whispers. “Open your eyes.”
My eyelids flutter until I’m blinking at an above-ground grave. It’s paved with cement, with a large, light tombstone rising from it that reads: Jordan Elsher, beloved daughter and sweetheart of Mystic.
I scowl at it. “My bully’s grave. You shouldn’t have.”
I remember when she passed. It was three years after high school. She already had two DUIs under her belt and couldn’t bother to stop partying. Her Blood Alcohol Level was through the roof the night she wrapped her car around a tree.
Kairo puts his arms around my shoulders. “But we should have, Thorn. We’re turning a bad memory into a good one. Grab her.”
Roman hoists me up onto the grave, knocking the wind out of me as he flips me onto my hands and knees. “What are you doing?!”
Maddox grabs my cheeks, staring at me through hungry eyes. “Showing this town that you possess us. In every way, Songbird. When you think of Mystic, we want you to only remember this night.”
They’re going to take me. On her grave.
It’s sick. It’s so fucked up.
And it has me aching.
My panties are soaked, and I make no moves to stop them. I’m caught in the trance of Maddox’s dark gaze, wholly consumed by the depravity in him. I guess I’m not as sane as I once thought, because I feel so hot.
Roman pulls my tights down, bunching them near the center of my thighs and baring my ass to the nighttime air. He gives my left cheek a stinging slap, making a moan crest past my lips as Maddox holds my face tenderly.
“She’s fucking soaked,” Roman growls.
Kairo comes into view, squatting down beside Maddox as his head tilts. “Do you like this, Thorn? Your men claiming you over a fucking grave?”
“Yes,” I breathe as my core clenches. Roman’s hands are all over me, his thumb brushing over my damp folds and making my legs shake.
“I want to see that pretty face while he ruins you,” Kairo whispers.
Roman notches himself at my entrance, his piercings cold against my skin, before he thrusts forward and I take his full length.
My mouth falls open as my palms dig into the concrete beneath them.
The sound of skin slapping fills the air as I’m jolted forward with every brutal mesh of Roman’s hips to mine.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful. Do you like our ritual, my love?” Maddox asks tauntingly as he holds me still. “We’re your sacrifice. Show every haunted soul in this graveyard how you’ve conquered us.”
Kairo’s hand rubs affectionately over the ink on my shoulder.
The scarred number is still raised, but it’s been replaced by my husband’s names—a sign of my devotion to them.
Mine matches their own. Kairo has my signature tattooed across his shoulders in a grand gesture.
Maddox’s is across his wrist for all eyes to see that he’s taken.
And then Roman’s resides over his heart, the ink refreshed for our one-year anniversary.
“I love our mark on you,” the blonde says hungrily before freeing his cock. My mouth waters as he climbs onto the grave and kneels before me. Maddox releases my face and switches my chin over Kairo’s hand as he peers down at me. “Open for your husband, baby.”
My lips part as Roman sends me forward. He snatches the hair at the nape of my neck, angling my head as Kairo’s cock hits the barrier of my throat. I choke around him, tears dotting my lashes as I lavish him with my tongue and take every brutal thrust from behind.
Kairo’s head rolls back against his shoulders, his mouth gaping on a groan that wracks me and sends electricity straight to my clit. My pussy begins to flutter around Roman as heat builds in my belly.
“She’s going to cum,” Roman growls.
“Fuck,” Maddox curses, seeming desperate for a taste. “Flip her over so I can make her squirt.”
Kairo pulls out of my mouth while Roman backs off.
I suck in a breath before I’m flipped onto my back.
Roman wedges himself under me until I’m seated in his lap with my shoulders to his chest. His hand works between us as he positions himself against my ass.
Maddox spits, lubricating me as his friend sinks slowly into me.
It’s so filthy to see them work together this way, and I fucking love it.
Once I’m fully seated on Roman, Maddox rubs the head of his length through my glistening folds, collecting some of the wetness before thrusting forward, and I cry out at the delicious fullness. My hands claw at Maddox’s shirt as a desperate plea sobs past my lips. “Move!”
He slams into me as Roman pumps his hips shallowly until they establish a rhythm. With all of the practice we’ve had, it doesn’t take them long. Maddox uses his thumb to tease my clit roughly, hitting a spot deep inside of me that has pressure building.
Roman grabs my cheeks, turning my head to face Kairo as he nears me with his cock in his hands. “You aren’t done. Take him, Siren.”
I open my mouth, beckoned by the call that these three have embedded into my fibers. They’ve reshaped my whole life to fit them perfectly, and I take my husband’s cock with vigor, sucking and licking at him as he fists a hand in my hair.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” Kairo croons. “Cum all over this fucking grave so I can clean it up.”
The pressure snaps, taking my sanity with it as I clamp down like a vice on the two cocks inside of me. My release drenches the grave and the men inside of me, but we aren’t done. Not until they fill me.
“Fuck!” Maddox shouts, his movements becoming sloppy. “I’m going to cum!”
He and Roman stall with deep groans, and heat floods me. I moan around Kairo’s length, sending the vibration through him as I cup his balls and massage.
“Shit!” My husband grits his teeth. “Where the fuck did you learn that?”
“Guilty,” Maddox gasps over me as Kairo buries himself deep and his release shoots down my throat.
I swallow every last drop, still massaging him as my spit smears down my chin.
When he pulls out, I suck in a ragged breath and chuckle at Kairo’s state.
He staggers back, looking disoriented as he rides the high of his climax.
“You sucked the soul out of me, Christ, woman.” The blonde chuckles breathlessly as he runs a hand through his messy hair.
“You liked it?” I ask with a smile.
“Liked it?” He huffs. “Someone is going to have to pry me away from you.”
Roman helps me untangle my limbs, and we all sit in the silence for a moment, staring up at the stars. I shift as liquid begins to trickle out of me, and the man below me holds my hips as he growls in my ear. “That stays. For the whole concert.”
“Yes, sir,” I respond meekly, curling my lips in.
Maddox helps me up, giving me a quick kiss as he frets over me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m not made of glass,” I roll my eyes.
All three of my husbands give me displeased looks.
“I’m fine!” I throw my hands out.
“You made such a mess,” Kairo places his hands on his hips as he stares down at the dark, wet spot seeping into the grave.
“Can’t let this go to waste.” He bends down before slicking his tongue over my juices with his eyes closed.
My mouth falls open in shock as I watch his rise and wipe a hand over his mouth.
He slaps my ass hard before bending down and kissing me passionately. “Our greedy girl.”
My heart soars as my pulse hammers. “Forever.”
“Rose!” Callum greets boisterously at the event center’s doors. Beside him is Knox, who’s posted up against the brick wall as he finishes a cigarette, and Cain stands close to the venue doors, scowling at the flurry of people already overcrowding the main floor.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask as Callum wraps his arms around me in a tight bear hug, picking me up off the ground as he swings me side-to-side.
Roman places a hand on the man’s bicep, cutting harsh eyes at him. “Drop our wife before I drop you.”
Callum eases me back to the ground with a sheepish expression as he scratches the back of his neck. “Sorry…”
“We were in the neighborhood and thought you were performing tonight,” Knox says casually as he stomps his cigarette out. “Turns out, it’s Luna. We were a day late.”
Somehow, I don’t believe that…
“Oh, yeah?” I challenge.
Callum smirks. “What can we say? We’re horrible at time management.”
“Eight years in the service…” Kairo mutters under his breath as he elbows me.
“Horrible at time management, my ass,” I gossip back.
“Well,” Roman sighs. “We have front row access, so we’ll see you after the show—”
I grab my husband’s lips, squishing them together. “You should come to our section. We have plenty of space.”
Roman glares at me, and I smile as I ignore my husband’s attitude. You would think with all the sex, he would loosen up.
“Sounds great!” Callum claps as we head for the doors. “So, what does Barbie sing anyway? Pop music is more my speed.”
I roll my lips in as metalheads dressed in baggy tactical pants with chains and band t-shirts pass us. “Oh, you’ll really like Luna’s music then.”
Kairo and I laugh together as Maddox intertwines our fingers. Roman talks quietly to Knox up ahead, most likely noting the emergency exits.
That man.
Callum keeps the conversation cordial as we battle the crowd until we reach the back of the stage. I flash my platinum access badge to the stage crew before they allow us through.
Luna originally wanted me to flash them a handwritten note that just said: Fuck off, love, Luna.
I shot down her idea, much to her dismay, and purchased my pass online like a normal person.
The whole crew rushes around us as the venue comes to life with screaming fans. The band is already behind the backdrop that will rise once Luna begins her vocals. It’s nice to be on the other side—getting to observe rather than being the one running around on the stage.
Luna walks out of a back room as women flutter around her to fix her mic and finish her makeup.
Heavy black eyeliner is smeared under her eyes, and she looks killer in the baggy, green tactical pants that hang off her hips.
She has a sheer black bodysuit tucked into the waistband, with a bra underneath.
Her hair is styled into two long French braids as she guzzles back some water.
Her eyes gloss over us before widening, and she chokes.
“Hey!” I shout, waving my hand. “Hope you don’t mind, but look at who we found!”
Callum waves animatedly to her, and she scowls at him. “Ugh.”
“Good to see you too, Barbie.”
“Stop calling me that,” she rolls her eyes before stepping towards the stage. She grabs the bust of my dress, pulling me until our noses almost touch. “I’m going to kill you.”
I smirk evilly. “No, you won’t. You love me.”
She kisses my forehead. “Just trying to remember your face before I bury you later.”
I push her playfully. “It’s show time. Don’t forget to smile!”
She lifts both her middle fingers towards me before turning back to the stage and realizing that someone moved the stairs. “Seriously?! Do any of you people know what you’re doing?”
Knox sighs under his breath before stepping behind her and placing his hands on her hips. Luna smacks him. “Let me go!”
He lifts her effortlessly onto the stage. “You’re welcome.”
She whips around, mocking him. “You’re welcome. Fuck off.”
Knox rubs a hand messily over his mouth, shaking his head as he rejoins our group. “Fucking impossible.”
Cain snorts, the sound low as he watches Luna glide into her spot.
“Let’s see what all the fuss is about,” Callum crosses his arms over his chest before a heavy drum slam, and the sound of a wailing guitar fills the arena. His eyes widen as the backdrop rolls upwards and reveals Luna.
Something fast and loud fills the air as the blonde takes a deep breath, filling her lungs before belting out. “FUUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOUUU!” The guitar shreds impossibly loud as the drummer slams erratically on his set.
“Huh…” Knox trails.
All three men look stunned as Luna screams passionately into the mic.
Kairo and I are losing it as we crack up beside them. Each song is aggressive energy with distorted guitars and a powerful message. The whole backstage area rattles with every new song that slams out of the speakers.
Luna is doing amazing as she calls to the crowd. Her stage presence is addictive with her quick movements and practiced dance choreography. She commands attention, taking hold of the listener and giving them something to remember.
Until a crazy fan breaks past security, who’s distracted and not paying attention.
Luckily, as the fan reaches the stage, Cain is already in action, sailing across and wrapping his arms around the man’s waist before tossing him back over the barricade.
Luna’s gaze angrily snaps to the venue-hired crew, her eyes narrowing on them before she turns and falls into her next set with smooth ease.
Roman slaps a hand on Knox’s shoulder. “You said to let you know when anything becomes available. I think a spot just opened up.”
Knox’s jaw twinges. “Fuck.”