Rebellion of a Kingdom: Black Hallows Book 3

by G N Wright

  “Mmm, morning, little King.” He mumbles into my ear, as his finger sinks between my folds, brushing against my clit.

  “Morning,” I moan out breathlessly, as he swipes his fingers around my sweet spot, my toes curling in response. Fuck. It doesn’t matter how many times he fucks me. I always want more. My hips start to roll against his hand, and I feel his smile on the curve of my neck.

  “Does my baby need something?” He asks, letting his teeth sink into my shoulder as I muffle my moan with a pillow, pushing my hips back into his groin.

  “Marcus, please.” I beg, and the hand that still grips my waist tightens.

  “I fucking love hearing you moan my name, Ells.” He grits through his teeth, as his hand moves to grab his hard cock, as he lines it up between my ass cheeks, slowly letting it slip down until he finds my entrance.

  “And I fucking love you.” I hiss, as he slams inside with a loud moan.

  “I love you too, baby.” Using his free hand, he lifts me up and rolls us over, so I’m on top with my back to him. “Now ride me, Ells, show me how much.”

  I reach out and lean my palms onto his thighs so I can rise up and then I slowly sink back down. His hands fly to my hips again tightening around me. He pulls me down even further and holds me there, so I am feeling him deep inside. When he squeezes me, I start to slide up again and he uses his grip to slam me back down. We do this over and over until we are fucking each other relentlessly, moaning and panting and desperate for more. When I find a rhythm, he sits up, leaning back on one of his hands and using the other to reach around to rub my clit. We fuck slow and hard, until Marcus can’t hold back. Pushing me forward, he slips out so that he can reposition me on my knees before he comes up behind and slides back inside. He fucks me hard and fast, hitting that perfect spot inside.

  “I’m getting close,” he grits out. “Touch that pussy for me.” I slide my hand between my legs and press my fingers in quick circles around my clit, feeling myself clenching around him as my orgasm begins to build. “Ah, fuck, Ells, just like that.” One hand grips my side as the other slips into my hair pulling slightly and the moan I let out is fucking porn worthy. “Fuck!” He groans, as I come around his cock. He thrusts a few more times before I feel him spill inside me. Both of us fall forward, breathless and sweating, and then he rolls me over, pushing my hair from my face. “So, fucking perfect. I love you” He kisses me again and I can’t get the smile off my face.

  “I love you.” I repeat back to him and now he smiles.

  “Pinky promise, you'll tell me that forever.” He grins cupping my cheek and kissing me again.

  I bring my pinky into the air and he laughs as he curls it with mine, “pinky promise, River.”

  After we have both showered for a second time, we quickly get dressed and make our way into the kitchen. Only Helen and Cassie are in there and both smile wide when they see us.

  “Mommy.” Cass greets me, and I move towards her.

  “Morning princess, you okay?” I ask, dropping a kiss to her head.

  “Yes. Grandma said we can have slumber.” She tells me excitedly, and I look at Helen with a smile. It’s something we haven’t done in ages, yet Cassie loves it. We did it at the old house. We would drag mattresses into the living room, pile them with blankets and pillows and have an on the floor sleepover with all the family. We’d eat pizza, watch movies, and Arthur and Helen would even show old family photos. We all love doing it and I know we are long overdue for it.

  “Sound’s perfect baby, I can’t wait.” I say, smiling as Helen hands me a coffee and I thank her.

  “Can River come?” She asks with her pleading tone, and I laugh.

  “Of course.” I say, sitting down next to her and leaning close, “how about we invite daddy and all the other boys too?” I ask, and she gleams up at me before throwing her arms around my neck.

  “And Taylor too?” She adds, and I can’t turn down her cute face, so I agree to invite her.

  “Yayyy!” She practically screams down my ear but seeing the happiness on her face is worth the deafness she might have just caused me. Mom life, hey.

  We spend the rest of the early morning making breakfast and reading books to Cass, not even once thinking about my father and the fact that I just killed him. I just think about how I will do everything in my power to be the parent to her, that I should have had growing up.

  Once Cassie gets distracted by Logan playing Mario Kart, I leave her and Marcus and head off to see where everyone else is. I haven’t seen Ash, Lincoln or Jace yet this morning and I want to check in and catch up after everything that went down last night.

  I find Lincoln busy at work with Elijah so leave him be, and Zack tells me that Asher is sparring with Tyler out back. I shake my head at that and then head off to hunt down Jace, texting Taylor on my way to invite her over.

  I find him at the back of the garden, where he has dragged one of the sun loungers. He is lying down staring up at the sky with a lit joint hanging from his mouth and he doesn’t sense my presence, until I flop down between his feet.

  “Stalking me, Queenie?” He asks, without looking at me.

  “How did you know it was me?” I ask curiously.

  His eyes find mine and he smiles, but it’s nothing like his real smile and I frown, “you’re the only one who would ignore my silent brooding and come check on me.” He says matter of factly.

  “Ah, so you admit you are brooding,” I tease, hoping to turn that fake smile into a real one, but he just shrugs. I know how hard he is finding things. How much of the past is being dragged up by being here with me. I hate that he is caught up in this. “Well snap out of it, we’re having slumber night.”

  “Should I know what that means?” He inhales another drag of his joint and I can’t help myself when I grab it and toss it away. “Hey!” He protests, but I ignore it.

  “Slumber night is Royton tradition and I’m calling mandatory attendance.” I stand, trying to enforce my fake authority and he glares up at me as I add, “sober.”

  He rolls his eyes, pushing himself into a seated position, “I’ll be there.” He grumbles, and I note he is still wearing last night's clothes.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, reading the new message from Taylor that says she wouldn’t miss it, with a smiley face. I can’t help my smug tone as I say. “Yeah, well so will Taylor, so I suggest you take a shower.”

  I don’t linger for his response as I turn and head back to the house but smile when I hear him shuffling along behind me. He might not admit it, but she’s definitely already one of us and I can’t wait for both of them to realize it.

  I spend the rest of the afternoon helping Helen set up for the slumber. We get the guys to push all the living room furniture up against the walls and then drag a few of the mattresses into the center. Max sends one of his guys out to get a big projector with a screen, and Lily adds a few fairy lights for ambience. By the time Taylor arrives, the whole room looks like a giant bed, filled with pillows and blankets.

  Cassie is bouncing excitedly between Arthur and Helen on the sofa, as she yells out higher and lower to Zack and Max as they fix the projector to the wall.

  “Wow, so when you said sleepover, you really meant sleepover.” Taylor stands awe struck at the door, as she takes in the room.

  “Tay, you made it.” I greet her with a hug, and it feels good to be doing something so teenage like.

  "Yeah, Owen gave me a ride." She eyes me curiously like she's waiting for me to expand on Owen's presence at her house, but when I don’t, she continues. "This place looks insane."

  I laugh, "yeah well, what my daughter wants, she gets." I shake my head at the thought. I'm not usually the kind of Mom to give her things on a whim, but after everything that happened, I can't help it. I realize how precious time with her is.

  She smiles, clutching her bag tightly. "I still can't believe you have a daughter."

  "You get used to it." Marcus curls his arms
around my waist from behind.

  "I can't believe you got used to it. That's the most unbelievable part." Taylor jokes, and I can't help the laugh that bursts out of me.

  "Miracles can happen." I jest lightly, and that earns me a nip to the neck from River.

  “Watch it, little King.” He murmurs into my ear, and I can’t keep the wide grin from my face. These are the kind of nights I want. Fun and light-hearted, surrounded by my friends and family. Nights like this make it all worth it.

  "Where should I set up?" Taylor questions.

  I nod for her to follow me. "You're over here by Cassie and I. Come on."

  I get Taylor settled and then we join Lily in the kitchen to make fruit mocktails for Cassie. Surprisingly, Lily gets on really well with her and it's nice to see a little friendship forming with them.

  We watch two princess movies, eat more popcorn than I care to admit and have taken part in more Disney karaoke singalongs than I thought possible, with so many guys here. Tonight, is what we all needed, a reminder as to why we are doing any of this, a reminder of what we could lose.

  A couple of hours later, Cassie is snoring softly beside me, tired out from all the fun of the slumber. Everyone seems to have settled in their own little groups. Max and Zack are playing Call of Duty, while a few of his guys watch. Ash is sitting in the corner tapping away on his laptop, Lily is sitting by him and she keeps pointing to things on the screen and he keeps batting her hand away.

  Marcus, Lincoln, Jace and Logan all sat by the sofa, they’re laughing and joking and every so often I watch Jace's eyes float across the room towards Taylor and I.

  “You think he would make it less obvious.” Taylor grumbles.

  “What?” I’m guessing she has noticed the same thing I have, but I want to be sure.

  She huffs, “Conrad and his lingering eyes, way to make a girl feel flustered.” She fidgets with her empty mocktail glass and pretends like she isn’t looking back.

  “You like him.” I tease, bumping her shoulder with mine and I see the blush against her pale skin.

  “What’s not to like? Look at him! He’s a freaking walking temptation.” She slowly flicks her eyes his way, then huffs again when she catches him already staring at her. “No eighteen-year-old should be that attractive. It's unnatural.”

  I follow her gaze towards the guys and grumble my agreement. Because she is right. Marcus with his dark brooding eyes, Jace and his tattooed torso, Lincoln, and his little corner of the mouth smirk. Hell, I can even appreciate the sharp line of Logan’s jaw. All of them are ridiculously good looking, yet more than that because they also have personalities that rival their looks. A dangerous mixture for anyone who gets too close, they’re hypnotic.

  “So, what are you waiting for?” I wonder. I know Jace doesn’t want her in this, but she’s already in it whether he likes it or not. I mean technically she was one of us before he was.

  “A cold shower,” she mutters under her breath before adding louder, “I thought after the dance, when I kissed him.” She shrugs, “I don’t know, that he would make a move.”

  I flinch at the mention of that night. Fuck. To be normal and be worrying about something as mundane as kissing a guy and him not reacting to it. She doesn’t even know half of it. Jace probably forgot all about it.

  I sit up on my knees and grab her hand, “look, there has been a lot going on, but I know Jace likes you more than he is letting on, so if you like him, then you should tell him.”

  She looks at me and then back to him before she also shifts to her knees. “You know what, you’re right!” She agrees, her face setting into determination. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She adds and then before I can say anything, she stands and makes her way across the room to the guys, and I have no choice but to follow.

  Because she’s right… What’s the worst that can happen?

  Chapter 39

  LOGAN

  Ihave never liked it when we did slumber night. All it does is remind me how lucky I am. I have an amazing family, I know that. I could have landed in a much worse place than I did, but when we do stuff like this. All it does is remind me that I only got this lucky because both my parents died.

  Everyone is sleeping. Well, everyone that is here, but I am wide awake. I can’t relax. Not that I have ever been a good sleeper. It’s something I’ve always struggled with. Lily helped when we were younger. We used to sneak into each other’s rooms all the time, but that stopped as we got older. She’s the same, doesn’t always sleep great and I worry about her now. She never talks to me, not like she used to. She was doing better at college, seemed happier, but then everything happened, and now here we are.

  It was nice to watch her get along with Elle and Taylor tonight. Watching the three of them bond over their love of Disney karaoke and then The Vampire Diaries. They’re all team Stefan apparently, which is fucking stupid. Everyone knows it should be team Klaus.

  I can feel the anxiety practically crawling through my body, I need to do something, anything. I slip out of the mattress I’m on and eye everyone else. My mom and dad are sound asleep on one side of me and Cassie, Elle, Taylor and Lils are on the other side. Marcus is on another mattress next to them, like he can’t bear to be away from Elle. Zack is on another, a tight grimace on his face even while he sleeps, never escaping the pain from what that piece of shit Greg did to him.

  I don’t know what’s worse, the fact he almost killed him, or the fact Zack is a fucking Donovan himself. My brother, my first friend, tied to the enemy in a way I never could have imagined. I shake the thoughts from my head and quietly tiptoe from the room. I decide to head to the gym, hopefully try and burn off some of this energy. It always helped when I still lived at home. I quickly change into sweats and a tank, and then make my way there, only to find someone has beat me here.

  "Fucking hell, Conrad, you're the last person I thought I'd find in here."

  "I can't sleep." Jace grumbles, as he pushes himself up on a leg press.

  "Me neither." I respond pointlessly, because clearly being in the gym at 3am shows I can’t sleep. I watch his form, taking in the tension in his shoulders and the tight set of his jaw. He’s brutally stunning and it’s easy to see why Taylor has been drooling over him all night.

  "Wouldn't have anything to do with that little temptation in the silk pj's would it?" I tease, attempting to break the seriousness, but all it does is rile him up more.

  "Watch it." He snaps, and I smile, knowing I’ve hit the nail on the head.

  "Hey man, no threat.” I hold my hands up in mock defense, moving to sit down on the floor so I can lean against the mirror. “I'm just saying, if I was trying to hit that I wouldn't be able to sleep either."

  "I'm not trying to hit that." He grits out.

  "No?" I question, because I watched them flirt furiously with each other all evening.

  He huffs, slamming the leg press back into its resting position and climbing off. He wipes the sweat from his brow before coming and flopping down beside me.

  "I can't hit that." He adds quietly.

  I frown, "problems downstairs?"

  He scoffs, "No, you fucking dick!" He swipes both hands over his face in distress. "I don't want her anywhere near any of this, near me. It's not safe to be around us." I don’t have to hear the silent ‘me’, he added onto that in his head.

  I soften at his confession because I know first-hand what it’s like to be in this world. I remember the night I woke up to my mother’s cries and discovered a distressed and bloodied girl in my father’s office. Our life was so disgustingly perfect. Elle changed that, changed all of us. I was blinded by my pristine fucking everything. Forcing it all to be flawless, as I tried to forget about the destruction my parents’ death left behind. It would have been easier to keep my rose-tinted glasses in place, but at what cost? Elle isn’t the only girl out there who was hurt. Thousands of people are abused, trafficked, and murdered every single day. It would be wrong to ignore that.


  I want to help people. It’s why I’m following in my dad's footsteps and studying to go to medical school. I want to become someone worthy of helping those people when they need it most. But I still want to live my life. The situation we are in right now is dangerous, but it won’t be like this forever, right? It can’t be. We can’t put our life on hold just in case something bad might happen.

  "Shouldn't it be up to her to make that decision?" I ask, because I see the way she looks at him, if he doesn’t see how far gone, she already is for him, then he’s dumber than he looks.

  "Sometimes we have to make decisions that no one likes but are for the greater good." He responds, and I look at him and take in the sadness that coats his face. Elle told me what happened to his sister and I can’t imagine what that must have been like. The rage I felt that night, when Zack told me who Elle was and what she had endured, it was like nothing else I have ever experienced. She was a stranger, yet also family. All I wanted to do was protect her, protect Lily. Jace didn’t even get that chance, but with Taylor he does.

  Understanding dawns on me. "And this is one of those times." It’s not a question, but he answers me anyway.

  "Yes.” He breathes out solemnly, before plastering the fake smile that I know all too well on his face. It’s the same one I have perfected for myself. “Besides, she probably just wants a night with the playboy Rebel."

  I can sense his desperation for lighter topics, so I offer him a wink. "Don't we all." I nudge his shoulder again suggestively, and he smiles more genuinely this time.

  He ignores my attempts at flirting and adds. "Besides, girls like Taylor are unattainable to someone like me." I want to call bullshit, tell him that isn’t true, but the words die on my tongue as my own realm of torment enters the gym, pausing when he spots us both.