Kings of Anarchy

by Caroline Peckham

  My blood was pumping hot in my limbs and as we rounded another corner and caught the faint glow of another cell phone light up ahead, the two of us cut the noise and ran on as silently as we could manage in the stone passageways.

  Tatum was damn fast and for several more twists and turns, it almost seemed like we weren't gaining on her at all. But then the light veered left when she should have hooked right and my heart leapt as I realised we had her.

  I cupped my hands to my mouth and howled once more, just to let her know we had her scent and then the two of us turned right, tearing on down the cold passages until we finally reached the large crypt where her wrong turn would lead her.

  Kyan gave me a look full of fucked up promises a moment before he flicked his cell phone light off and we were plunged into the pitch dark of the catacombs.

  The smirk that tugged at my lips was all carnal need, adrenaline pounding through my body at the thrill of the game as I moved to hide in an alcove right beside the archway she'd be passing through the moment she arrived.

  For several tense minutes, there was nothing to keep us company in the shadows but the ragged sound of our breaths and the frantic pounding of our hearts. As those slowed, I found my skin prickling with the knowledge that the two of us were waiting to ambush her alone in the dark.

  My dick was so hard that it ached and I had to fight the urge to stroke it and gain some relief from the need filling my body. There was something so exciting about this, like it was forbidden to hunt her the way we were, yet altogether irresistible at the same time. I was so confident of our win that I unhooked the buttons of my shirt and tossed it aside in preparation, wanting to feel my skin against hers as soon as physically possible.

  The pounding of footsteps reached us first and the anticipation in my body had my limbs trembling with energy desperate for an outlet as I waited to pounce.

  The soft glow of light from her cell phone was next and I shrank further into my hidden alcove as I waited, and waited, and waited-

  I stepped out half a second before she arrived, blocking the way on and earning a scream of fear from her as she slammed straight into my solid chest, her cell phone flying from her hand and clattering to the flagstones where the light of it cast us in eerie shadows.

  I made a move to grab her, but her palms collided with my chest and she shoved me back a step with a yell before whirling around and taking a few running paces back the way she'd come and crashing into Kyan next.

  His arms latched around her instantly and the dark and dangerous tone of his laughter echoed off of the stone chamber as he lifted her clean off of her feet and she screamed in fright.

  "Looks like we win, baby," Kyan announced as he carried her to a stone sarcophagus in the centre of the chamber and shoved her down face first over it before slapping her ass hard enough to make her cry out again, but there was a distinctly lusty sound to that scream which had my dick as hard as granite for her.

  Kyan yanked his hunting knife from his belt, keeping one hand flat on her back to hold her down and quickly sliced straight through her school skirt and panties in one swift movement.

  “For the love of hell, Kyan, you’re insane,” Tatum hissed as she squirmed against his hold on her, but he only laughed as he pinned her down.

  He tossed the knife down on the stone beside her and she gasped as he kicked her legs apart, her blonde hair spilling down to cover her face before me as her fingers gripped the edge of the sarcophagus in anticipation.

  Kyan yanked his fly open and shoved his jeans down just enough to let his dick spring free before slamming into her with a single, savage thrust which had her screaming out in pleasure and throwing her head back so that her gaze locked with mine.

  For several long moments all I did was stand there staring into her eyes and watching the way her lips parted and her pupils dilated as Kyan fucked her hard and rough. He ripped his wifebeater off with one hand and tossed it aside before gripping her hips even tighter as he drove into her again and she moaned and cursed his name with equal fervour.

  "What are you waiting for, Bowman?" Kyan snarled, forcing me to lift my gaze to his just as he wrapped her hair in his fist and he tugged her head back further, controlling her movements. "Do you want him at the same time, baby?" He rolled his hips as he asked the question and she moaned loudly before she answered.

  "Yes, Blake," she demanded, her gaze capturing mine as she licked her lips and I smiled like a predator as I moved to stand right before her.

  "You are so fucking beautiful, Tatum," I murmured as I rolled my fly down and released my dick, a bead of moisture already sliding down the head.

  Kyan slowed for a moment as we both watched her lick that moisture away and I groaned at the feeling of her tongue on my flesh. With another circle of her tongue, Tatum slid my cock between her lips and I growled with pleasure as Kyan started moving faster again.

  He kept his hand fisted in her hair as he began to drive into her faster and faster, forcing her to take me right to the back of her throat as the three of us matched his rhythm.

  I placed my hands on the edge of the sarcophagus next to hers and she instantly wound her fingers into mine, her grip tight enough to bruise and the stifled moans around my cock enough to let me know just how much she was loving this.

  Kyan began to curse as he thrust into her harder and harder and with a powerful slap to her ass, he forced an orgasm from her body which had her crying out around my cock and collapsing down over the sarcophagus as he fell over her too, clearly spilling himself into her just as she'd come for him.

  I grunted as her lips tightened around my shaft and slowly pushed her back as Kyan released his hold on her hair.

  Kyan kissed and bit at her neck as I pulled my dick from her lips and I watched as he drew her up to stand for me and he stepped back so that I could catch her hand and guide her closer.

  My mouth found hers and the faint tremble in her limbs felt like a challenge as I lifted her up to sit on the edge of the sarcophagus.

  I tugged on her school tie, yanking it off before ripping at the front of her shirt until the buttons spilled and I was gifted access to her tits in the red push up bra that had been taunting me with its silhouette through the white material all day.

  Tatum kissed me with growing heat and I hooked her legs around my waist as I dragged her so close to me that every inch of our chests were touching as I drove my dick inside her.

  She was so wet from her own arousal and the evidence of Kyan's presence that I was fully seated in her within one thrust and I groaned as she clamped my dick tightly within the hold of her tight pussy for a moment before we started moving.

  My hands gripped her hips as we came together in this furious clash of flesh and tongues and passion and heat and the pace we found as one was exhilarating and unstoppable.

  Kyan tugged her shirt from her body, quickly followed by her bra and I broke her kiss so that I could look down at her naked flesh. I found his mouth on her neck and her head tipping back against his tattooed shoulder and she looked so fucking hot between us like that that I didn’t even feel any jealousy over her attention wavering.

  One of his hands tugged and teased at her nipple and the other slid down to toy with her clit.

  Tatum moaned and panted, my name and his escaping her lips time and again as I drove myself into her deep and hard. I could feel the back of Kyan's hand against my abs as I ground into her, but the way her pussy clenched and twitched with the curling of his fingers on her clit only made it hotter.

  She screamed as she came again, the sound echoing beautifully in the stone chamber and even in the dim light it was one of the most exquisite sights I'd ever seen. I thrust into her pulsing body twice more as hard as I could and groaned as I came too.

  The three of us slumped together, panting, sweating, utterly fucking satisfied and smug as all fuck.

  "Well, at least the walk down here wasn't a wasted effort," Saint's voice came from the darkness in the tunnel beyon
d us and a laugh fell from my lips as Tatum gasped in surprise.

  "You had to catch her if you wanted in on it, asshole," Kyan growled but he sounded half amused.

  "I don't want in on it," Saint snarled totally unconvincingly and as he stepped closer, the hunger in his eyes proved that was clearly a lie. "Like I said, I just wanted to know which of you needed punishing for breaking the rules. Now I do. Come on, Tatum, you need a shower."

  He held a hand out to her and I snorted a laugh as she rolled her eyes but obediently slid out from between our bodies. Her clothes were pretty much shredded so Kyan scooped his wifebeater from the floor and offered it to her to pull on.

  He was so much bigger than her that it fell to her thighs and she thanked him for it even as Saint looked like he might burst a blood vessel. Weirdly, he seemed to be more enraged about her wearing Kyan's clothing than he had been about watching the two of us with her.

  "I still think I'll win next time," Tatum said mockingly as she let Saint tug her down the passageway and I quickly grabbed the scraps of her clothing while Kyan retrieved her phone.

  "Next time?" I called after her, not even caring how obvious it was that I wanted that so damn much.

  "Yeah," she replied, looking over her shoulder and biting her lip just before Saint tugged her around the corner.

  I exchanged a look with Kyan and his smirk let me know he was thinking about next time too. And I was wondering just how soon that might be.

  F inding a way to get into Saint's laptop for Monroe’s revenge plans against his father was a good distraction for everything on my mind. And as the days drifted by, I focused on that and nothing else. But I’d finally slipped. In the early hours of the morning I’d had a dream about Dad. I’d woken up choking on my own breath and had snuck out of Blake's bed into the bathroom and let myself cry until the tears wouldn’t come anymore.

  Now, I felt tired and hurting this morning, my wounds ripped freshly open and stinging like they’d been doused in alcohol. At least I had this to focus on. While Saint had been preparing to do school work last night, I'd managed to get a recording on my phone of him entering his password. All me and Monroe needed was to decipher it and secure some alone time with his laptop. Which might have been simple for any other target, but Saint was one meticulous asshole. So we had to wait for an opportunity and dive on it the moment it appeared.

  I sat on the couch with my head in Kyan's lap, my feet on Blake’s legs and my kindle propped up on my knees. It was hard to concentrate on the book I was reading as Blake ran the pad of his thumb around my bare heel and Kyan absentmindedly trailed his fingers through my hair. They were watching a movie about some race car dude that I wasn't really interested in.

  Saint sat across from me in his wing back chair, his foot balanced on his knee and his gaze on his phone. He apparently couldn't get into the movie either, but he always spent this hour with us after dinner no matter what, then he'd either do some work or head to Ash Chambers to play piano. I'd never heard him play before but according to Blake he was ‘epic as shit’ and I was hardly surprised.

  Saint kept glancing over at us, his gaze moving from me to where the guys were touching me then back to his phone. Every time he did, the frown on his brow deepened and I wondered what he was thinking. Did he wish he could join us over here?

  He had punished them for breaking my rules by making them eat all of their meals without cutlery for two full days, but I was pretty sure that had backfired on him when he’d had to watch them shovel pasta into their mouths with their bare hands. I honestly wished he’d just let the rules go at this point. It felt like a lifetime ago that I’d wanted to implement them and seeing as he’d watched me taking part in the rule breaks, I knew he was well aware of how much I’d enjoyed breaking them. But any time I tried to bring up changing them he refused to even entertain the idea, and if he was content to torture himself over them then that was up to him. They certainly weren’t going to stop me from exploring the new perks to my relationship with the two men who were currently caressing me.

  Saint's cast was off at last and his ribs finally healed enough for him to return to normal, the doctors having given him the all clear via a video consultation, much to everyone’s relief. He was back to working out every morning and late at night, exhausting himself to the point of almost collapsing. I wondered about the demons that must have haunted him to make him the way he was. No one needed to put their body through the wringer like that twice a day unless they were trying to keep something out. Sometimes, I pitied him. Other times, I hated him. And more recently, I liked him far more than I was willing to admit.

  I gave up staring at the page of my book and getting nowhere with it, reaching over to put my kindle on the coffee table. I twisted around to sit up between my guys and Kyan turned to whisper in my ear. "Don't look now but the Prince of Darkness has his eye on you." He chewed on my earlobe and I giggled, glancing over at Saint. His lips pressed into a thin line as he watched us, glaring, absorbing. There was an ache in his eyes which I recognised because I felt it myself for him. He wanted me as keenly as I wanted him. Why couldn’t he just take me? I didn’t mind being controlled during it, in fact, I was more than happy to be bound and spanked and whatever else the fuck he needed to get off. It got me off too. So why wouldn’t he just…do it?

  "You should just admit you want her, brother," Kyan taunted Saint, sliding a hand between my legs and spreading them so my panties were bared to him beneath my school skirt.

  Blake perked up, sensing the game and smirking as he grabbed my other thigh and pulled my legs even wider. I blushed, but didn't push them off, glancing curiously over at Saint and wondering what it would take to make him give in to the desire in his eyes.

  "Fuck off, Kyan," Saint said hollowly, but his eyes didn't leave my face, his hand clenching into a fist on the armrest.

  "Well you heard him, baby, let's fuck off to my room and let El Diablo listen to your screams," Kyan said with a cruel grin as he goaded Saint.

  I smacked his chest, peeling both of their hands off my thighs as I stood up. "I don't want to go anywhere." I approached Saint with measured steps, my thirst for him growing as I got closer, the air seeming to chill as I entered his personal bubble.

  He looked up at me from the chair, sliding his ankle from his knee, but making no other move. Somehow, even though he was lower down than me it still felt like he was dominating every ounce of oxygen that made it into my lungs.

  "Just touch her," Blake encouraged and I laughed softly, my pulse drumming in my ears as I looked to Saint for his reaction.

  He didn't like being told what to do, but his eyes were flaring with a madness that had me craving him even more. He wanted to touch me. But he had to do it on his own terms. He stood up suddenly so he was in my face, staring down his nose at me and making my legs quiver.

  He reached out, surprising me as he dragged his fingers along the arc of my jawline, his breathing growing ragged. I saw the weight of his lust behind his eyes, a tsunami held back by his unyielding restraint in all things. I wanted to taste the full brunt of his desire just once to know I wasn't going entirely crazy by craving him back. That this pull I felt toward him really was reciprocated.

  I forgot Blake and Kyan were watching, forgot that this had been a game designed to tease Saint as the air between us became utterly magnetic. But still, he resisted. Was it all about control? Was this just another way to make himself feel powerful?

  "Move aside, Tatum," he rasped and I tried not to feel the sting of rejection in my chest. Tried not to notice how fiercely I wanted him now. It was humiliating after all he'd done to me. I did as he asked and he stalked away across The Temple. "I have somewhere to be."

  I stared after him as he exited. Blake and Kyan laughed at his ways, but my heart twisted and I couldn’t find it in me to laugh with them. I realised it was piano night for him, so he’d be gone for an hour. Nothing altered Saint’s routine except being shot and hit by a car apparently. But
even that had only altered it fleetingly.

  “I feel like he’s so sad or something,” I said with a pout.

  "Come here, baby," Kyan purred. "I'll make you forget sad little Saint exists."

  "No time." Blake jumped up, kicking Kyan in the leg. "The Unspeakables are waiting for us at Aspen Halls. They’ve already been there for like…an hour. Oops."

  Kyan grunted in annoyance but pushed out of his seat, frowning at me.

  "What have you got planned?" I asked.

  "We're going to find out if any of them have heard rumours of who this fucking Justice Ninja is. We’ve had them listening in on everyone in the dorms outside their rooms at night," Blake growled, cracking his knuckles.

  "Anyone who has information can go back to bed. Those who don't will get hunted in the woods." Kyan smiled darkly and my heart pounded out of rhythm.

  “Can I come?” I asked, biting my lip at the thought of throwing myself into punishing those assholes tonight.

  “Naw.” Kyan stepped toward me, kissing me hard. "We got you a babysitter."

  I pursed my lips as he walked away, but my mood did a U-turn as I spotted Monroe entering The Temple a heartbeat later. No complaints here.

  "See you later, Tate." Blake kissed me too and the two of them headed off together shoulder to shoulder. The door shut firmly and I grinned at Monroe as I realised we had just gotten crazy lucky.

  I pointed at Saint's laptop on the table and he jogged over to it in anticipation. I took my phone from my pocket, running over to join him and bringing up the video of Saint entering his password. We had one hour before Saint came back and that would have to be enough.

  I grabbed a pen and paper as Monroe examined the footage then I sat beside him at the table.

  "Okay this first part is E...D...hashtag...E, D, hashtag...E, B, D, C, A," Monroe paused, looking to me with a shake of his head. "It's fucking sheet music, I told you he had a symphony in here." He laughed excitedly, continuing on with the password until I had it all written out.