Kings of Anarchy

by Caroline Peckham

  "Guys, stop," Tatum demanded, scrambling out of Kyan's lap and forcing herself between us. "If we start fighting among ourselves then we're just playing into their hands. We need to figure out what to do about this."

  Saint scowled at me over her head, but as she placed a hand on his chest, some of the fight drained from him.

  "You need to stay here tonight," he said to her, the concern in his gaze clear. "It's not worth the risk of the stalker seeing the two of you sleeping up at the head's bungalow. If they really are following you then they could get all the evidence they need to fuck up both of your lives."

  "Don't make out like this is about protecting me," I hissed, hating how much sense he was making and feeling like someone had just dumped a bucket of cold water over my head and iced my balls.

  "But we already only get one night-" Tatum began and Saint huffed out a frustrated breath.

  "Nash can stay here tonight instead of you going up there. With all of us here there's no reason for anyone to believe anything untoward is going on. The windows are covered and you can just sleep out here on the couch to get your night together."

  "That's hardly the same," I muttered bitterly.

  "Well I'm sorry if protecting our girl gets in the way of you getting your dick wet, Nash," Saint snarled. "But my priority is her safety and protecting this brotherhood. If the two of you go to your place then it puts you both at an unacceptable level of risk. So suck it up, buttercup. Life isn't fair but it sure as fuck is ours to rule over. And once we've sorted out this little stalker situation you can go right on back to fucking your student in private."

  I took an angry step towards him, but Tatum turned to me, placing both hands on my chest and looking up at me imploringly.

  "He might be saying it like an asshat, but he has a point," she said. "I can't be the reason your life is ruined, Nash."

  I groaned in frustration as I was forced to give in, swiping a hand down my face and sending a silent apology to my blue balls as I was forced to give in.

  "Fine," I ground out. "I'll just stay here tonight then."

  "Good boy," Saint said patronisingly and Kyan chuckled like a dickwad.

  "So how the fuck are we going to deal with this stalker once and for all?" Blake demanded and silence fell heavily between us as we all tried to think of a fresh approach to this shit show.

  "I need time to think without you assholes ruining my process," Saint announced as if we'd all been yelling out suggestions at once and he couldn't cope with the noise even though we'd been doing nothing of the sort.

  "Go freak some people out in your opera house then," Blake said, rolling his eyes like he'd expected this. "But if you haven't come up with anything by the time you come back then we go with Kyan's plan."

  "Kyan doesn't have a plan," Saint hissed. "He just wants to beat the shit out of everyone like usual."

  "Even so," Blake said firmly while Kyan chuckled like he was excited about the prospect of following through on that. I couldn’t say I was totally against it myself.

  "Fine," Saint ground out before turning and wheeling away from us.

  He grabbed his phone and threw on a coat before striding to the door. Tatum chased after him and caught his hand.

  "Be careful out there alone," she breathed. "And lock yourself in the piano room. And text us to let us know you got there okay-"

  "Careful, siren, someone might start thinking you care about me," Saint mocked as he looked down at her, but the way his gaze devoured her told me that the feeling was more than mutual.

  Tatum pushed forward, moving onto her tiptoes and placing a kiss on his cheek. "That would be crazy though, right?" she breathed as she moved back again and I could have sworn the smug bastard almost smirked.

  "Utterly insane," he agreed.

  He headed out and Tatum locked the door behind him, double checking it and making my gut tighten as I watched her. She was doing a good job of covering it up, but I could see she was afraid. And I didn't blame her. I was terrified too. The thought of there being some obsessed psychopath stalking her was keeping me up at night even more than my old demons.

  The ache I held in my soul for my family was constant, but after all these years it had dulled somewhat. Besides, there was nothing I could do to save my mom or my brother now. But with Tatum I felt like there could be an axe hanging over her head at any moment, waiting to fall and rip all of us apart. I couldn't bear the idea of something happening to her like that.

  So if that meant I had to sacrifice my time alone with her, then so be it.

  I didn't have to like it to know it was the right thing to do.

  Blake grabbed me a beer from the fridge and tossed it to me before handing more out to Tatum and Kyan and the four of us moved to sit before the TV together.

  "So," Blake began, looking between everyone with a playful smirk on his face. "Are we allowed to talk about the elephant in the room yet or do we have to just keep on pretending that Tate isn't banging all three of us?"

  "Christ," I muttered as Tatum shrieked at him and threw a cushion in his face.

  "It's not like that!" she protested, wriggling back into the cushions as if they might save her from the gazes of the three predators who were all looking her way.

  "What is it like then?" Blake teased as I opened my beer and took a long swig.

  "It's like she's my wife but I let her fuck other guys because the jealousy makes our sex phenomenal," Kyan supplied, catching Tatum around the waist and hauling her into his lap with a grin. "Because I have to work twice as hard to fuck the memory of you guys out of her body."

  I scoffed dismissively. "And how's that working out?" I asked, locking her blue eyes with mine. "Have you forgotten all about me just because that thug keeps pawing at you, princess?"

  "I can't say I have," she said through a laugh as Kyan planted her ass right on top of his dick and started kissing her neck.

  "Did Tate tell you about the two of us having her together down in the crypt?" Blake asked, grinning provocatively as I raised an eyebrow.

  "I think that might have slipped her mind," I replied and Tatum squirmed.

  "I'm just pointing out that you both being here doesn't have to mean you can't make good on those plans I'm sure you had for her at your place," Blake pushed with a dirty grin. “I’m cool with watching…or joining in.”

  "Do you think that maybe I should be consulted before you start planning a four way?" Tatum demanded, laughing like this was all some big joke to her but as my gaze hitched on her bare thighs, I found myself considering it.

  "Tell me, princess," I said slowly, leaning forward and tucking a lock of that long, blonde hair behind her ear. "When you swore an oath to belong to all of us, was this your goal? Did you have fantasies about screwing three guys at once?"

  "Or four," Kyan added with a dark chuckle. "Because I'm pretty sure she's got those naughty little eyes of hers on Saint, too."

  "I'm not...that's not...we're not a thing. This is just…temporary," she spluttered but the doubt written all over her face said that she didn't even believe that herself.

  "Wow, Tate, that hurts me," Blake teased. "Because I'm pretty sure you have all of us hooked and I'm definitely not going anywhere."

  "You married me, baby, so you can't think that I'm not serious about you," Kyan murmured, moving his mouth to her throat as he held her tight against him and my heart beat a little faster as a soft moan escaped her.

  "I wouldn't risk prison for just any girl," I added, watching as Kyan slid his hand onto her knee, shifting her skirt up her thighs as if there wasn't anyone else in the room. But as he raised his gaze to mine, I realised that wasn't right, he wasn't acting like no one else was here, he was putting on a show for the people who were.

  “I didn’t mean that I’m not serious about all of you,” she backtracked. “It just doesn’t seem possible that this could last.”

  “Why not?” Kyan asked, his fingers moving back and forth along her inner thigh while I watched.


  "Are you planning to pick between us at some point?" Blake asked her curiously.

  "No," she replied without hesitation. "I know it’s a bit...unconventional," she said, biting her lip. "But I don't want to pick. I like what we all have right now and if I get my way then that won't change any time soon. Or ever."

  "Ever?" I asked, watching her own that statement with a flare of possessiveness in her eyes. "You want all of us to be involved in some kind of polyamorous relationship with you long term?"

  "Technically I think it's called a reverse harem," Blake said with a chuckle. "When a queen claims a bunch of men for herself."

  "Is that what you want, baby?" Kyan asked, reaching around her and taking hold of her throat as he made her tilt her head back to look up at him. "A harem of monsters to worship you."

  "I can think of worse things," she teased and I couldn't help but laugh.

  "So you want to be at our mercy?" Kyan added, dipping his voice low as his fingers flexed against her throat and a soft moan escaped her.

  "Or maybe," she said slowly, reaching up to tug his hand away before standing in front of us. "I want you all as mine."

  She laughed like this was all some joke and turned towards the kitchenette to get herself another drink, swaying her hips as she went.

  All three of us watched her with hungry gazes before exchanging a look.

  Blake lurched upright but I was just as fast as him and I shoved him back down into Kyan where they instantly started wrestling to be the first to get off the couch. While they had each other occupied, I vaulted the couch and ran for Tatum.

  She squealed in alarm as she saw me coming, a hungry smile on my lips as she turned and bolted with a laugh.

  But I wasn't letting her get away that easily. With a growl of longing, I darted after her, circling the dining table and almost catching her before she sprang away from me and raced for the stairs that led up to Saint's bedroom. But if she thought I'd be put off by the idea of running into the devil's territory then she was mistaken.

  I took the stairs two at a time and tackled her as we reached the top of them, knocking her back onto his bed.

  "Shit, Nash, Saint will freak out if we-"

  I silenced her with a punishing kiss as I crushed her body beneath mine on the bed, hooking her legs around my waist and grinding my hard cock down against her clit.

  She clawed at my shirt, tugging on the back of the material as I devoured her lips and ground our bodies together with a desperate need.

  "Fuck, this is like watching a real life porno," Blake commented from somewhere way too close to us. "The naughty school girl getting punished by the coach."

  "Shut the fuck up," I snarled as I reared back so that I could push her forest green blazer off and forget the fact that she was my damn student. "You lost so go wait downstairs like a good boy."

  "Naw," I don't think that's how this is playing out," Kyan said from my right and the bed bounced beneath us as he moved onto it too.

  I glanced at him, already shirtless and moving closer to us so that he could steal my girl's attention from me. He caught her jaw in his hand and the ring he'd tattooed onto his finger in place of a wedding band caught my attention as he kissed her hard and demandingly.

  My hesitation gave Blake a chance to move onto the bed on our other side and I raised my eyebrows as he began to unbutton Tatum's shirt for her.

  Jealousy rose its ugly head in me as Tatum writhed between the two of them and I was forgotten where I knelt between her tanned thighs. But fuck that. If they wanted to fight a battle for her attention then I'd more than win it from them.

  I shifted back as Blake peeled her shirt off, my fingers hooking around the waistband of her plaid green and black skirt as I tugged it down and she lifted her hips to let me do it.

  Within moments she was laying before us in nothing but her black underwear and long school socks while Kyan continued to kiss her like he fucking owned her. But he was about to learn a lesson in how to kiss a girl like you owned her. And it had nothing to do with her mouth.

  Blake moved his lips to Tatum's breast, tugging it free of her bra as he took her nipple into his mouth and she moaned in encouragement as her hips bucked with need.

  I dropped my hand between her thighs, leaning back so that I could watch the way the others were touching her and the way her toned body writhed between them as I gently traced my fingers down the centre of her panties.

  She was so wet that she'd soaked them through and I groaned with need as I slid my fingers around the side of them, tugging the material back so that I could push two fingers straight inside her.

  Tatum cried out against Kyan's lips and he chuckled as he moved his hand down to meet with mine, taking control of her clit as he pushed his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties. I drove my fingers in and out of her, curving them and thrusting them deep to hit her G spot with every pump of my hand.

  Blake was tugging on the nipple which wasn't in his mouth with his fingers and somehow the three of us found the perfect rhythm together to get her coming for us spectacularly within moments.

  "Fuck," she panted, her head falling back against the pillows as she looked between us like she thought we might be done there, but I was barely even getting started.

  I smiled at her, tugging my shirt off and tossing it aside then holding her gaze as I dipped my head between her thighs and tugged her panties off for her.

  Kyan shifted his attention to kissing her neck as he took her hand in his, threading their fingers together and pushing it down onto the mattress just as my mouth made it to her centre.

  She cried out as I lapped at her tingling clit, taking advantage of the orgasm we'd already given her as I circled my tongue against her, tasting her, teasing her, owning her.

  I kept moving my tongue in that same pattern, loving the way her hips bucked up to meet me until she was grinding herself against me, fucking my mouth and panting my name so that there was no question as to which one of us had her attention now.

  My dick strained with the desperate urge to take more from her and as she reared up off of the bed, coming once more with a scream of ecstasy, I quickly forgot any reasons I may have had to hold back.

  I moved off of her for a moment, dropping my sweatpants and boxers so that my cock leapt free, hard and ready for her. Tatum licked her lips as the others stayed either side of her, kissing her neck and toying with her tits so that she moaned and panted, her legs spread wide for me and the pleading look in her eyes saying she needed this just as much as I did.

  I moved on top of her and my cock instantly found its place against her opening, the slick wetness of her desire urging me on as I thrust inside her with one hard grind of my hips.

  Her legs locked around my waist and I groaned as I began to move inside her, not even caring as my shoulders hit Blake and Kyan's with each thrust because the way she was screaming for us had all of my attention.

  I fucked her hard and urgently, dominating her body as I kissed her with a savagery that let her know how jealous this was making me and wanting her to admit that I was the one who was possessing her now.

  "Roll over, asshole," Kyan demanded, gripping my shoulder and tugging to make me do it.

  I cursed him as I was forced to slow my pace but as I pulled back to glare at him, I found his attention fully fixed on Tatum beneath me.

  "You want more, don't you baby?" he asked her and her eyes blazed at the idea of that before she nodded her head in agreement.

  I didn't need any more encouragement than that, rolling onto my back and tugging her over too so that she could ride me and I could watch her perfect tits bounce. One of the others must have stripped her bra off of her and the fact that I didn't know who kind of pissed me off. But I definitely wasn't complaining about the view as she placed her hands on my chest and fucked me with a moan of pleasure.

  Blake seemed to have disappeared and for a few blissful moments it was just me and my girl as Kyan stepped back and
dropped his pants.

  Tatum turned her head to look at him as he fisted his cock in his hand and he smirked at her as he toyed with himself while watching us. It should have pissed me off, but something about it was just really fucking hot, knowing that someone could see us doing this, that they liked it. I gripped Tatum's hips and guided her up and down my shaft until she was screaming with every slam of my dick into her.

  Blake reappeared just as I was sure she was going to come for me again and he grinned as he dropped his pants and moved onto the bed behind her, kissing her neck and making her arch back into him.

  "Slow down a moment, sweetheart," he breathed in Tatum’s ear and his gaze shifted to me as I gave in to what he wanted and slowed my pace.

  Blake pushed her shoulders so that she leaned down over me, bending forward and lifting her ass while keeping our bodies joined. A curtain of blonde hair tumbled around us and for a moment it was just me and her again as I kissed her softly, our heavy breaths mingling.

  Something hit the bed beside me and I spotted the bottle of lube just as Tatum gasped at something Blake was doing behind her. But before I could question what that was, her grip on my shoulders tightened and her pussy clamped around my cock forcefully enough to make me groan.

  The tightness only intensified as he drove his dick inside her ass and Tatum panted as she clung to me, taking him in until he growled with satisfaction and I could feel the press of his body behind hers bearing down on me.

  "Look at you, baby," Kyan purred in appreciation as the three of us slowly began to move as one.

  Blake led the movement as he rocked his hips, driving himself deep into her so that I could feel it through the thin wall of flesh dividing the two of us. She was so tight around me that I had to fight against the urge to come already as I found a rhythm with him and we began moving faster.

  Tatum cried out as we fucked her together, her body pinned between us as her nails bit into my chest hard enough to draw blood. But the look of intense pleasure on her face was so fucking hot that I didn't care about that. All I wanted was to see how far we could push her, how much she could take.