by KC Kean
I watch through watery eyes, as Kai continues to dominate my mouth. Oscar grips the back of Parker’s thighs and swallows him down, making him thrust into Oscar’s mouth with jerky movements as he cums down his throat. I love how his knuckles are white from the tight grip on Oscar’s hair.
It sets me on fire watching him orgasm at the hands of my Oscar. As I watch him go all alpha, taking what he wants, with Oscar encouraging him over the edge. Rome continues to stroke his cock against the walls of my core. The sound of skin on skin with the groans filling the room plays the perfect soundtrack as I find my climax, screaming around Kai’s length.
“Fuck. That’s it, Princess, squeeze my cock,” Roman moans, as he continues his brutal pace.
Kai pulls my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze. His jaw is slack as he takes me in, meeting the back of my throat with every thrust. I can see his control slip as his legs tremble. I drag my teeth against the bottom of his cock, and he growls above me, grunting as he cums. He looks deep into my eyes the whole time, letting me see the man behind the mask.
Slipping from my lips, he glances at Roman. “Come inside her, Roman. Let her know how you feel,” Kai groans, surprising everyone with his dominant side.
It’s so hot that he can control us all, forcing us to chase our release. Roman pulls my body back against his, as he sits on the mattress. I try to take a moment to figure out my bearings, but it’s not needed. His hands scorch into my hips, his cock still inside me as he grinds me against him.
“Show me how you reverse cowgirl, Princess,” he murmurs, sending a tingle up my spine.
I love hearing Roman tell me what he wants, giving me a glimpse of my Acehole. The one who lets me see the fire in his eyes, instead of the stone-cold exterior everyone else gets.
Doing exactly as he says, I grind myself against him again and again. Loving the feel of his grip getting tighter on my waist. Kai steps into my line of sight, crouching before me.
“Cum for him one more time, Sakura.” He presses the pad of his thumb to my clit, as his breath fans against my face.
Panting, I trail my fingers over his lips, as I burn with pleasure all over again. Roman moves a hand to my hair, wrapping it around his wrist as he pulls.
That’s all I needed to find my ecstasy again. The vice-like grip my pussy has on Roman sends him over the edge with me, riding wave after wave together.
Looking past Kai, I see Parker slowly sinking to his knees in front of Oscar, who stands wide-eyed, staring down at him. Not wasting a moment, Parker sucks him down, straight to the base, and Oscar has to lean his hands against his shoulders to remain on his feet.
Roman’s forehead rests against my back as we try and catch our breath. Fuck, if this doesn’t bond us, I don’t know what will.
Kai takes me from Roman’s lap, placing me gently on the mattress, and with a wink, Roman stands approaching Parker and Oscar. I don’t know what he’s saying, but he leans in and whispers in Oscar’s ear. Whatever it is, it only adds fuel to the fire as Oscar thrusts into Parker’s mouth, matching his momentum.
All the pent up sexual tension around us, encourages Oscar over the cliff, as we watch him climax.
Oh. My. God.
Flopping down, flat on my back, I sink into the mattress. I don’t move a muscle as I bask in the sex cloud I’ve found myself on. Closing my eyes, as I try to cool my body temperature down, I could fall asleep. I can hear the guys murmuring around me, but I’m too out of it to pay attention. I feel someone run their fingers through my hair before I’m lifted into their arms. I don’t open my eyes as I rest my head on their shoulder, letting whoever it is carry me wherever they want. Although, I’d be lying if I didn’t know the woodsy scent beneath me was Oscar.
The light scent of my coconut bubble bath milk fills the air, forcing my eyes open. I’m surprised as I’m gently placed into a fully drawn bath. Oscar smiles, placing a kiss to my head, as I groan at how good the water soothes my aching body. He climbs in behind me and pulls me against his chest.
We don’t speak as we relax together, but I feel his breath against my ear as he goes back to twirling my ring on my finger. The sound of the others walking around in the lounge and kitchen, the only noise. Stroking my hand down his thigh, I can’t believe how good this feels. Laying with Oscar, in our post-sex haze, feeling the water lap against my chest. His hand cups my cheek and tilts my head back a little to look up at him. Frown lines mark his forehead, with his jaw set tight, but the softness in his eyes tells me he’s okay.
“I love you, Luna.”
My breath catches, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Turning around to face him fully, his hands remain on my cheek, as I look into his wild blue eyes. A rare moment where he’s letting me see his soul, my hands lift to his chest, feeling his heart beat just as fast as mine.
Frantically searching his face, the pureness of his words settle over me. Releasing a deep breath, I smile softly at him, and as foreign as the words feel on my lips, my heart takes over and speaks the truth.
“I love you too, Oscar.”
CHAPTER FOUR
(Parker)
** The Night of The Games **
I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. This motherfucker has his arm locked around my neck, as I watch Luna fight with Veronica over the gun in the back of the moving SUV. The gun is between them, as Veronica tries to overpower my angel.
He has my left arm hooked up near my head, which only makes trying to fight him off harder. He growls in my ear as I try to force my way out of his hold, but it’s no use. I’m struggling to fight back and my airflow is dropping. I can feel myself getting lightheaded as little black dots fill my vision.
Luna throws her head forward, smashing her skull into Veronica’s face, and I hear Veronica’s scream fill the SUV. I see Luna wince in pain, and I hate seeing her like this, but I hate it even more that I’m useless to her when she needs me most.
I grunt as I try to push my legs off the floor, trying to get more leverage, so I can try and land a hit with my free arm. Glancing at Luna, I barely see when she swings her arm around, the barrel of my gun connecting with the side of Veronica’s head. She falls dramatically into the seat behind her, but Luna doesn’t waste a second. She turns, aiming the gun in my direction, without even a breath of hesitation she pulls the trigger and the hold around my neck instantly falls.
Leaning forward, I dip my head between my knees. Gasping for breath, as the fog in my mind slowly begins to clear. Without warning, the SUV screeches to a stop. I try to brace myself against something, but my body doesn’t react quickly enough, and my head bounces off the seating opposite me. Stumbling backward, my vision still blurry, as I try to gain my balance, but I don’t know if it’s from the impact.
Luna!
Moving my head around slowly, I search out my angel. I falter when I see her.
My heart pounds in my chest, the ringing in my ears is thunderous. The window behind her has shattered, covering my angel in tiny shards of glass. It takes a moment for her green eyes to open, fluttering as she tries to process what just happened. As I start to crouch down, I notice the gun at my feet. Luna must have dropped it when her head smashed the window.
Looking back up, I try to find who stopped the SUV. Time stills, as the driver pulls a gun from the cup holder beside him, aiming it straight at Luna’s shocked face. My body feels weightless as it moves on its own accord.
“Luna!” I scream, but I don’t hear the word.
I feel like a useless bystander, watching as my life slips between my fingers in slow motion. Seeing the shock and fear flicker across her face as she sits frozen in place. Everything we have lived through and survived so far, for it all to end here in the back of some SUV is not acceptable. Our scars run deep as we continue to pick ourselves up and march on. This is not how it ends, how we end. My heart pleads for my body to kick into motion, to do something, anything, to protect my angel.
My finger slips through the trigger gua
rd, as I lift it off the ground. Dropping to my knees, I finally feel my training instincts takeover. My eyes focus solely on this motherfucker, pointing a gun at my wife. My wife, my angel, my Luna. I haven’t even been able to express my heart to her yet.
In a smooth, practiced skill, he clicks the safety off, keeping the gun aimed at Luna. My hand raises instinctively, fingers wrapping around the grip as I level the gun in front of me. Without a second thought, I fire.
It feels as though time is not on my side, the bullet traveling slowly through the air. The bang from the gun finally registers in my ears as the bullet blasts through his skull. A large splatter of blood coats the interior of the SUV, myself, and Luna included, making me see nothing but red. As his now lifeless body falls forward, hanging over the back on the seat.
My eyes frantically search over him, making sure he really is dead and no longer a threat to my angel. Slowly, I click the overhead light on and reach impulsively for Luna. Her hands lift to my chest. The delicate touch of her fingertips against my skin makes me sigh in relief. A quiet sob leaves her mouth as she inches closer.
“I’m okay, angel,” I manage to force out, and her mouth finds mine. The touch of her lips calms my racing heart and frayed nerves. I feel the blood of death between our lips, and rest my forehead to hers instead. Running my fingers through her hair, pulling out the small pieces of glass, I try to distract myself for a moment. Making sure there aren’t any deep cuts, I lean back cupping her face.
“I’m sorry I got blood on you when I shot him,” I murmur, looking deep into her emerald eyes and she smiles up at me.
As I look at her, she reminds me of Diana, the triple goddess, just like our bloodline's symbol. The research I found on the tattooed symbol runs through my mind. Diana Triformis: Diana, Luna, and Hecate were all one. Diana as a huntress, Diana as the moon, and Diana of the Underworld. Just like my beautiful fallen angel before me, a goddess, a warrior, a queen.
Leaning back, she takes in the scene around us, and my eyes follow her gaze. Veronica is still knocked out, but an almost muted shouting catches our attention. Luna leans over her mother to pick up the phone, wedged between the seats. I grab her arm, worry taking over as she presses the speakerphone button.
A guy starts yelling on the other end, about some shit her egg donor apparently promised. There isn’t a chance in hell he’s getting his hands on my angel. I’ll fucking kill him with my bare hands before he even gets that close. He’ll be another reason for me to have blood on my hands, and I won’t regret it.
The line cuts off after his idol threat, and there was no denial when Luna called him Totem. As if we need to be dealing with the man that wreaked havoc on Featherstone years ago, on top of everything else.
I watch as Luna looks for something on the floor of the SUV, pulling her phone out, rushing to answer the call. It must be Maverick if she’s asking about Jess, and the way her shoulders relax after a moment's pause, I know she’s okay. Looking in my direction as if to make sure I’m still here, I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her into me as I sit down on the seat behind us.
I need to touch her, make sure she’s real. I’m too busy running my hands over her stomach to process what they’re saying on the phone. My head resting on her shoulder blade as I breathe her in. I hear her call a quick goodbye on the phone, but she whips round to face me.
“Parker, I know where we need to go,” she says frantically, and I nod subconsciously in agreement.
“Let’s move their bodies to the back and then we can leave, angel. Do you think they have something in here we can tie Veronica up with? As much as I’d rather toss them out, I think we need to show up with a statement,” I say, begrudgingly lifting her off my lap.
Stepping out of the SUV, the road is dark around us. Moving the dead bodies to the back, piling them up to one side, as we tie Veronica up on the other. Handcuffing her to the ‘oh shit bar’ above her head, we bind her legs together and put duct tape over her mouth.
Taking the driver’s seat, as Luna climbs in beside me, I can’t help but appreciate the strength and determination she has. Her eyes are blazing again, ready to take on the world.
“Let’s go get our family, angel,” I say with the same confidence that’s in her eyes.
I’m ready to show Featherstone exactly where I belong.
*****
Arriving at Beechwood Hall, which Luna had added to her mobile navigation app, I’m surprised by the actual size of it. I assumed it would be big, but this place is crazy. Surrounded by farming crops for miles before you even get here, with wrought iron gates guarding the entryway inside.
With Veronica awake in the backseat trying to scream against the tape for our attention, I can’t help but chuckle at the way Luna just turns the volume up on the radio. Devil by Barren Gates fills the space around us, all too fitting right now.
After a brief stop at the security checkpoint, we’re soon driving down another long road before the Manor house actually comes into view.
My breath picks up again, as my defense mechanism kicks in. It hadn’t truly slowed after shooting the driver, but I know he deserved it. If I hadn’t, he’d have taken my angel away from me, and nobody gets to do that. Ever. My blood starts to boil again as the memory floats in my mind. Gripping the steering wheel, I try to focus. I can feel the anticipation of seeing my father, but I refuse to let it consume me this time.
I don’t think either of us really focus on our surroundings, both wanting to find the others so we can take this all on together, as a team.
Coming to a stop in front of the massive building, I pay little attention to the outside as Luna’s eyes run over the whole exterior.
“Are you ready, angel?” I ask, running my thumb over her knuckles, needing to feel her any way I can.
“As I’ll ever be,” she says with a soft smile. My heart screams at me as my pulse throbs in my neck and my palms sweat. After what we just went through, I don’t want to step in there having not said it. I need her to know what she means to me.
“Don’t you dare, Parker. You can tell me on the other side of this, and I can say it too. The chance of death will not be the reason, do you understand?” Her breathing is erratic as she searches my eyes, refusing to say the words under these circumstances.
I nod in understanding and offer the next best thing. Pointing my finger to my eye, to my heart, and to my angel.
Her eyes well with emotion and her hands shake as she repeats the action to me.
I feel like my heart has stopped, I could die a happy man right now for my girl. My throat is clogged with unspoken emotion as I try to process this overwhelming sense of belonging and peace.
“Fuck you, Parker Parker, for making me feel,” she whispers, pressing her lips to mine.
Pulling apart, we both step out of the SUV, and I drag Veronica out of the back. Funny how she doesn’t look at all put together as she usually does. Her ragged hair is a mess, as I drag her barefoot beside me. This vile bitch has done more than enough to our girl, and I refuse to let her do anymore, especially since she is connected to my father, and apparently, Totem.
I have no mercy as I make quick work of uncuffing her and retightening them behind her back. Tearing the bindings on her legs, I leave the duct tape in place, not wanting to hear a word from her mouth.
The long entrance is silent, all the noise coming from the room straight ahead. I can hear Roman, Oscar, and Kai all shouting, clearly wanting answers on our whereabouts.
Trying to cover the ground between us and them as quickly as possible, I drag a stumbling Veronica along with me, by the handcuffs, as Luna jogs beside me. The sound of her boots hitting the ground filling the space around us. In true Luna fashion, she throws open the arched wooden double doors, letting them bounce off the walls on either side of us.
The instant relief I feel at the sight of my brothers is indescribable, and it’s reflected back in their eyes too. Veronica whimpers beside me, but I tighten my grip on
the handcuffs and ignore her protests.
“Princess, why are you covered in blood? Parker?” Roman murmurs, rage filling his eyes as he grinds his jaw in anger.
“What the fuck is going on?” Rico snarls, and I instinctively recoil at the sound of his voice. It feels as though my heart may truly shatter against my chest this time.
Luna pulls me forward with her, as I drag Veronica along with me. She trips over her own feet so I let her fall to the floor in front of us, looking pathetic. It seems we already have everyone’s attention.
The Ring sits before us at a table elevated on a small platform. Maria’s hands are planted on the table, anger rolling off her in waves as she sneers at my father. The tension that fills the room could be cut with a knife, and the fear emanating from the crowds sitting around the tables is embarrassingly noticeable.
We continue to stand on the red carpet walkway, as other guests and students sit at tables on the other side of the red rope dividing us. Luna stands taller and takes another step towards the front, with her hand firmly in mine, her voice fills the room.
“Please, Rico. Do tell me where you thought we would be?” She asks. “It wouldn’t happen to be knocked out cold in the back of an SUV with Veronica, would it? On our merry way to see Totem?”
Rafe bursts forward from the crowd to the left where Rico is sitting, ready to snap his neck. “I’m going to kill you,” he growls. It actually warms my heart at the loyalty and devotion he always shows my angel, his daughter.
“It’s okay, Dad. We’re here now,” Luna says softly, trying to calm him. Wanting to show this room that she can handle herself, and the vipers set on tearing us down. “Still no response, Rico? I’m disappointed. I’m waiting for you to ask how we still made it here, and Barb, where’s she? I’m sure she would love to know too.”
This fucking girl has ovaries of steel. Bigger balls than anyone I have ever met.
Everyone subtly looks around for Barbette Dietrichson in the crowd, as I squeeze Luna’s hand in support. Focusing my gaze back on my father, Luna pushes on when she doesn’t get a response.
