Kings of Anarchy

by Caroline Peckham

  We upped our pace and Kyan moved back onto the bed with us, catching her jaw and turning her head so that she could kiss him while we fucked her and he continued to pump his cock with his own hand. Tatum reached for him, taking over the job he'd begun and working to pleasure him too even as her pussy squeezed and tightened around me and she came for us once more. Blake cursed as he slammed into her and the way her body clenched had both of us finishing with her.

  I groaned as I came inside her, the weight of her and Blake's bodies falling on top of me for several long seconds as we all collapsed into a tangled mess of ecstasy.

  Blake drew back first, pulling out of her and moving to lean back against the pillows with a huge grin on his face and before I could do anything else, Kyan was pulling Tatum away from me.

  "Do you trust me, baby?" he asked her as he lifted her from the bed and she wound her arms around his neck.

  "Always," she replied, her legs coiling around his waist as he kissed her hard and hungrily like he was trying to replace the memories of what me and Blake had just done to her with fresh ones of him.

  As their kiss deepened, Tatum's hands moved down his body and he groaned against her lips, but there was something in the tension in his shoulders as she touched him that made me frown.

  He suddenly dropped her back onto the bed in front of me, flipping her over so that she was face down and slapping her ass so hard that it instantly left a hand print on her ass cheek. She moaned so loudly that it was more than clear that she liked it and when he pushed his cock into her, she cried out in pleasure.

  Kyan growled as he leaned forward, wrapping his hand around her throat and tugging her up onto her knees as he squeezed tight enough to make her gasp and began fucking her with the same savagery he used when fighting.

  It was rough and brutal and angry but the way she moaned as she took his cock, her tits bouncing with every thrust was getting me hard again already.

  Blake shifted forward and took one of her pert nipples into his mouth before sliding his fingers onto her clit, using the momentum of Kyan's thrusts to work her up into a frenzy.

  Her eyes were on me as the two of them took control of her and I couldn't help but want in on more of it, of her, of this goddess amongst us who had us all fighting to bring her to ruin.

  "Nash," she gasped, reaching for me and licking her lips as Kyan's grip on her throat tightened and he fucked her even harder.

  She was screaming for him and Blake and yet she still wanted more and I was more than ready to give it to her.

  I got to my feet on the bed and moved towards her, my cock already hard again as I watched the perfection of this creature before me taking control of us all.

  The moment I was close enough, her fingers curled around my dick and she rubbed her thumb over the bead of moisture there before sucking it into her mouth and giving me a lust filled look.

  I didn't need any more encouragement than that and I stepped forward, letting her take my cock into her mouth as she moaned with pleasure.

  Kyan fucked her harder and I gripped her hair as I drove my cock into her mouth, loving the way it felt as she moaned around my shaft, the vibrations making my whole body shiver with pleasure.

  Her hand was on Blake’s dick again and he groaned hungrily as he kept up his work on her clit and I watched our girl taking control of all of us like she really was our queen.

  Somehow between the press of all of our bodies and the moans and screams of pleasure, I found myself coming again, spilling my cum down her throat as she rode out her own orgasm.

  I drew back just as Kyan thrust into her one last time and growled his release too, using his grip on her throat to pull her hard against his chest. He let her go, slapping her ass one last time as she fell forward onto the mattress between me and Blake, her body trembling with the effects of what we’d just done to her.

  The four of us all fell back onto the bed in a heap of panting, aching and seriously satisfied bodies, smirking like a bunch of smug motherfuckers.

  "Ho-ly shit, princess," I muttered as I tugged her against me and pressed a kiss to her lips.

  "You can say that again," she agreed breathily while Kyan laughed like an asshole.

  When his laughter turned gleeful, I rolled until I could fix him in my gaze and arched a brow. "What?"

  "Saint is going to lose his fucking mind when he sees what we've done to his bed," Kyan descended into hysterics and I found myself laughing too while Tatum groaned.

  "And there was me thinking this night couldn't get much better,” I said with a laugh.

  As if on cue, the sound of the front door banging came from downstairs and Tatum gasped like a naughty kid about to get caught out breaking the rules.

  “Cooey, sweetheart, we’re waiting for you!” Kyan called out and Tatum squeaked in protest as he laughed loudly.

  “Oh, shit,” Blake groaned but he was smirking all the same and I had to say, I wasn’t exactly sure how I was supposed to act in this situation. Was there a normal way to behave when you were caught out in someone’s bed with two other naked dudes and a seriously satisfied girl? If there was, I didn’t have time to figure it out because Saint’s footsteps were thumping up the stairs and my dick was most definitely out.

  The moment he reached the top of the staircase, he fell still and all four of us froze. There was a lingering moment where Saint’s eyes just moved between all of the cocks on his bed and Tatum’s state of thoroughly fucked. His jaw ticked, his eyes did this strange angry bugging out thing, a vein in his temple took on a life of its own, had kids and built itself a seven bed mansion because it was definitely there to stay, and Saint looked about ready to explode. Not start yelling or freaking out, but actually explode, like I was expecting to be hit in the face with copious amounts of brain matter at any moment.

  Then Kyan started laughing. Fuck, we all started laughing and I dragged Tatum into my arms so that she could bury her face against my chest and hide from the dark lord who had come to destroy us.

  “At least we’re going to die with smiles on our faces,” I joked and she groaned again.

  “Tatum,” Saint growled and I looked back to find him standing at the foot of the bed seeming way too fucking calm as he fixed her in his gaze and beckoned with a single finger.

  I held her tightly against me but she wriggled away, slipping down the bed between me and Blake before crawling over Kyan who was still laughing as he slapped her ass again on her way by. When she moved to stand before Saint, I reached out and grabbed one of the pillows, tossing it over my junk to make it seem like I was at least trying to appear apologetic for the mess we’d made of his bed.

  Tatum bit her lip as Saint looked her up and down before reaching out to touch her.

  His fingers brushed against her lips which were swollen from so many pleasure filled kisses, before trailing down to her throat where pink marks showed the position Kyan’s fingers had maintained while he fucked her.

  Tatum gasped as his fingertips shifted over the bite marks on her neck to a love bite on her left breast and her nipples hardened at the contact, her breath hitching.

  I might have wanted to deny the idea of her feeling this way about Saint too, but her body was making the truth painfully obvious and for a moment, it looked like he might have been about to fulfil that desire flaring in her eyes and join us down here on his bed.

  Instead of that, his calm mask stayed in place as he found finger marks on her hips and thighs before turning her around to inspect Kyan’s handprints on her round ass.

  Saint tugged Tatum’s hair over her shoulder and leaned close behind her back so that he could speak into her ear.

  “I should punish you for each and every one of the marks you let them place on your body in my bed,” he growled and Blake bit down on his knuckles to hold back his amusement as we all waited for him to blow.

  “That seems fair,” Tatum breathed, shivering as her hardened nipples drew my attention and Saint pressed even closer to her. />
  “I will then,” he said in a dark tone. “But not now. Now you can go and clean yourself up and think about what you’ve done. I’ll make you suffer in suspense over how and when that punishment is coming. If you wanted my attention, siren, you really should have just asked for it.”

  “Maybe this is me asking for it,” she murmured.

  “Be careful what you wish for.” He gave her a little push and she bit her lip, throwing the three of us an apologetic glance before heading off to the bathroom for a shower.

  The moment the door closed behind her, Saint turned his icy gaze on us and Kyan fell apart laughing, cupping his hands behind his head and just owning that fact that he had his cock out in front of a man who looked more than tempted to rip it off.

  Saint’s gaze slid to me where I much more respectfully held a pillow over my junk and his eyes narrowed.

  “Did you assume I would find the sight of your dick more offensive than the act of you rubbing it all over my pillow?” he asked in a dry tone and Blake burst into laughter too.

  “Err,” I couldn’t quite come up with the appropriate response to that and I was really fighting the urge to start laughing in my mission to be at least a little bit apologetic for what we’d done, but it was damn hard to do.

  “I found something outside that I need you all to look at,” Saint said in a deadly serious tone, changing the subject abruptly. “I think someone’s been trying to get down into the catacombs out there and I’m concerned that The Temple isn’t secure.”

  “Shit,” I gasped, shoving the pillow away from me as I got out of the bed, the mood sobering instantly as all three of us quickly tracked down our pants and tugged them back on again.

  “When I get my hands on that fucking Justice Ninja, he’s gonna wish I would kill him,” Kyan snarled and Saint made a sound of agreement before leading us all downstairs.

  He set a fast pace, kicking on his shoes and heading out into the dark, the three of us hurrying to follow him as he led the way around the back of the building into the shadows.

  “There,” he said, pointing at the base of the wall where the ground seemed a little uneven.

  I moved forward, trying to get a look as I squinted against the darkness and he told us he was going to get a light.

  “Does he mean this?” Blake asked, pointing out an area of the old brickwork that seemed to be crumbling around the mortar and Kyan shoved me aside as he tried to get a look.

  I shoved him back, cursing the darkness as I failed to see anything serious enough to have made Saint think the stalker had been trying to break in here and turning to look for him with that damn light.

  The moment I turned my head, a spray of ice cold water hit me square in the face and I yelled out as Saint turned the hose on the others too.

  He quickly swung the hose back and forth drenching all of us with the freezing water before we had a chance to dive away from it and Kyan bellowed as he launched himself at him.

  His shoulder caught Saint in the gut and the hose went flying as the two of them crashed into the mud in a heap of fists and curses.

  Blake yelled out a battle cry as he launched himself into the fight too and I only hesitated a moment as they yelled for me to help them pin Saint down before I leapt into the fray as well.

  He fought like a demon, kicking and punching as the four of us rolled through the mud until we were utterly covered and Kyan was the first to crack and start laughing.

  He fell onto his back as Saint punched him once more before bursting into laughter too and the corners of my lips pulled up until I was gasping with laughter, laying amongst the three of them in the dirt.

  “Fuck you guys,” Saint cursed, swiping mud from his face as he tried to pull himself together.

  “No thanks, brother,” Kyan teased. “Tate already did a good job of that before you got here.”

  We started laughing again while Saint sporadically continued to curse us and I couldn’t help but think as I lay there covered in mud, soaking wet with my body freshly bruised and my dick utterly satisfied that I might have actually found somewhere I belonged. The Night Keepers may have been a bunch of assholes with a severely dysfunctional moral compass, but somehow being among them felt right, like I’d found something I’d been searching for without ever even realising I was looking for it.

  So maybe it was time I stopped trying to bullshit myself about the way I felt and just accept it. Tatum had called us her tribe before, and I was starting to realise that she was right. Down here in the dirt was where I belonged, and I was ready to accept that with all of my heart.

  W e had a plan. The only plan that made any sense, but one that the Night Keepers weren't entirely happy about. I was going to be bait for the Justice Ninja and we'd lead them to a snare I'd set up in the woods. An honest to god snare that was good enough to catch a mountain lion thank you very much and I hadn’t minded one bit when Saint’s eyes had bugged out of his head while he’d watched me set it up. Or the way Kyan had suggested we go camping in the woods one time so that I could show him my wild side in action.

  I just hoped that asshole was spying on me with his listening device tonight because I was hungry as hell for vengeance.

  I sat in the library for a while, pretending to do work when really all I was doing was shooting messages to the guys and chewing my pen so hard that I cracked the plastic.

  Saint seemed to be putting my punishment on ice until this was dealt with, but I couldn’t help but expect him to spring an attack on me at any moment for defiling his bed with the other Night Keepers. I should have known better than that though. Saint didn’t launch attacks with a battle cry, he snuck up behind you and slit your throat so you couldn’t scream while he cleaved you apart piece by piece. So whatever his punishment was going to be, I knew I would never predict it. I just wished he’d get it over with so I could stop living in a state of anxiety.

  Tatum:

  Anyone else feeling *squid emoji* tonight?

  Kyan:

  Naw, baby, I’m getting real *octopus emoji* though. The Justice Ninja is gonna *onion emoji* while I ram a *pine tree emoji* up his *peach emoji* tonight.

  Saint:

  I am growing weary of these emoticon conversations. I will likely remove the emoticon keyboards from your phones soon.

  Blake:

  Who says emoticon??

  Saint:

  A man with good breeding. Something you would know little about, Bowman.

  Blake:

  Woah. Did you just have a go at my dead mother?

  *Saint Memphis is typing*

  Kyan:

  Can’t believe you’d go at his dead mom like that bro. That’s not something I can even *squid emoji* about.

  Tatum:

  I think Saint was just being *clown emoji*

  Saint:

  I am incapable of guilt and Blake is incapable of being offended. So I will not fall for your tomfoolery.

  P.S.

  Cease and desist with the emoticons or I shall punish you all for them henceforth.

  Nash:

  I bet you love this emoji though Saint >> *list emoji*

  Tatum:

  Haha oh yes! There’s a whole section for stationary. Saint I really want your *protractor emoji* in my *wastepaper basket emoji*

  Blake:

  *shocked emoji*

  Kyan:

  Holy fuck.

  *Saint Memphis is typing*

  Nash:

  Jesus princess…

  Saint:

  Give me time to decipher the meaning of this and I shall give you my answer, Tatum.

  Tatum:

  Okay…

  (Psst guys did I just offer Saint anal?)

  Kyan:

  EXTREME ANAL

  Tatum:

  What makes it extreme???

  Blake:

  You don’t wanna know, Cinders.

  Tatum:

  Yes I do!!

  Saint:

  I need all the details be
fore I make my decision.

  Tatum:

  Haha you’re joking right?

  Saint:

  I never joke. Expect my answer soon.

  Kyan:

  Don’t worry, baby, he doesn’t have the *squid emoji* to go through with it. I however…

  Nash:

  I won’t let them go near your *wastepaper basket emoji* princess.

  Blake:

  Only because you’ll be too busy filling it yourself with your coach whistle.

  Nash:

  D minus for a shitty joke badly delivered, Bowman.

  Tatum:

  You guys are distracting me from important Justice Ninja mission stuff and things…

  Kyan:

  Turn your earpiece on.

  Tatum:

  No chance pervert.

  The guys started sending me filthier and filthier messages to distract me more and I laughed as I continued pretending to work on an assignment.

  After a while, our text chat stopped and I started to get anxious about our plans. I wished I could remember more of the night I'd been drugged. It was all so hazy, the last thing I recalled was sitting here, then falling to the floor as I dropped my phone. Beyond that, there were just snippets of the dark woods, a white mask, fire and then Blake pulling me into his arms.

  You're dead meat tonight, Ninja.

  At a quarter to ten, I subtly turned on my earpiece. The other guys would all be wearing them too so we could stay in contact tonight. It was like a legit undercover operation.

  Kyan called my phone on cue and I answered, ready to act my heart out. "Hey."

  "Hey baby, how wet are you for me right now?"

  I stifled a laugh and gave my rehearsed answer. "Well that's okay, I'll just walk back on my own tonight."