by K. A Knight
“Assassin,” I hiss, narrowing my eyes on his. “Enough games, fuck me already.”
“As you wish, Princess.” He grins and moves so quickly that I don’t even have time to gasp as he smashes me back against the wall and slams inside me.
Groaning, my head falls forward to his shoulder, my teeth digging into his flesh as he works through my tightness, only to pull out and push back in. Fuck, he’s long, so long and feels so right buried within me, stretching me.
“So perfect, Princess,” he whispers lovingly against my shoulder, biting down just like I am. “You fit me perfectly.”
“Archel,” I moan, wrapping my legs around him to hold him closer as he fucks me, slowly at first, tenderly. But our need is too great for slow and affectionate. I urge him on by kicking my heels and he obliges, fucking me harder, slamming my back into the wet shower wall with the force of his thrusts. His cock hitting that place inside me with each push and pull until I’m screaming into his skin, a wet wonton mess. I don’t even know what I’m saying, begging, pleading, teasing...all of it for more of him.
And my shadow? Of course he does as I ask.
He fucks me harder, faster, it’s brutal and fucking perfect. So smooth like the man himself, every thrust deliberate to bring me the most pleasure, his hands gripping my skin, playing my body like he does his knives.
Before I know it, I’m coming again, screaming my release into his skin as my pussy clamps down around his cock, and he still doesn’t lose his rhythm. Fucking me through it, driving me higher and higher again.
“Please, please,” I chant, my body his to do with as he pleases at this point.
“Princess,” he gasps, the only sign of weakness he shows, until I notice the tremor in his hands, the twisting of his lips as he tries to hold back, to keep fucking me.
“I want to feel you come,” I beg, and I do, more than anything.
He groans and slips out of me, leaving me cold and shaky as he drops my legs to the shower floor. With jerky movements, he grabs the shower curtain and does some weird hand flicks and then yanks me over, tying me up in it. My eyes fly wide as he hoists me into the air, the pole creaking but holding my weight, my legs barely touching the ground, the wet material suspending me for him.
Then he grabs my legs and holds me up, slipping back inside my pussy like he belongs there at all times.
He grins, his fingers gripping my thighs as he pummels into me, the new angle bumping my clit each time, leaving me moaning his name louder and louder. “God, too fucking good.” He groans, his eyes pinching as he watches me. “I want to—” He gasps, his hips stuttering for a moment before they lose all rhythm and he just fucks me, all that power unleashed on me. “To see you come around me, Princess, you are too fucking beautiful when you do. Better than any fight or weapon,” he pleads, his voice harsh and breathy.
I grip him tighter, my pussy aching in the best way, my clit throbbing, my nipples sore, and yet I want more. I want this man branded in me at all times, filling me up. The next time he pulls out, he does this little twist with his hips that has me seeing stars. He does it again and again until I’m screaming his name, wrapping my legs around him to keep him inside me. He groans my name and stills, his cock jerking in me as he fills me with his cum.
My eyes are dotting colours and I have to blink it away, to see his pleasure slack face before me. “Well, shit, Shadow,” I gasp.
He nods, leaning his head against my racing heart. “You feel like home.”
After we are both washed, dried, and dressed, he turns me around and plaits my hair for me before kissing me softly. “Now you look like the leader you are,” he whispers, and my heart squeezes when there is a knock at the door.
“Brawler, it’s time to eat,” Jago grumbles.
Archel smiles. “Your other men are getting antsy to have you back. Wouldn’t want to have to kill them, come on.” He winks and twines my hand with his as he opens the door and pulls me outside to see Jago and Evan waiting there impatiently. I won’t let them make me feel bad for spending time with Archel, though, so still holding his hand, I head to Jago and drop a kiss on his lips.
“Thanks, Beast. Come on, let’s eat,” I tell him, and wink at Evan as I skirt around them, pulling a chuckling Archel with me.
We grab some food that Paradise peeps are cooking and head to the table Worth was using, not wanting to sit with them. All my men and I sit together. It’s filled with awkward tension, which Archel keeps breaking by making jokes. Once we have eaten, I check up on Lupin, but he isn’t through yet, so I decide to go to bed.
Only when I’m in the tent do I realise the problem, they are all going to want to sleep with me. Faking confidence I don’t feel, I turn to see them all waiting anxiously. “There’s enough room for everyone, you can dick it out for the position next to me, but I’m going to sleep,” I inform them, and kick off my boots and jeans before wiggling into bed.
I pull the covers up and see them all watching me before they look at each other and dive towards me, making me yelp and shield my face protectively. They all land on me in a heap, and try to fight each other to get beside me, causing me to giggle, I didn’t expect Evan to join in, but he proudly rolls next to me and grins up at a disgruntled Jago, and while he is distracted, Archel steals the other’s spot next to me and slides under the blanket, putting his arms under his head and grinning up at the big guy who narrows his eyes.
He glares at them both before his fire eyes light up and a small smile curls his lips. Oh God, no, what is he going to do?
“Fine, I’ll get the best spot.” He grunts and then proceeds to yank off the cover and slip under it, resting his head on my stomach as he forces himself between my thighs and settles there.
Well, shit, wasn’t expecting that.
“Well played.” Archel nods and scoots closer until we are touching, unlike Evan, who has left a gap between us.
He smiles at me. “Night, Pip.” He turns over and presses his back to me before promptly going to sleep.
“Night, guys,” I murmur, and close my eyes, warm as balls, but I daren’t disrupt them so I go to sleep like a chicken in an oven.
I wake up disoriented sometime later, if the quiet outside the tent is anything to go by, but what they don’t warn you about with being with so many men is…the snoring. Dear God, one stops and another starts, like they are an acapella group, the Dick Snorers. Groaning, I cover my eyes and try to go back to sleep, but they are too loud, even competing in their sleep to be the loudest, so I finally give up and crawl backwards from under Jago and slip out of the pile of men.
Grabbing my jeans and boots, I get dressed outside of the tent. Yawning, I look around to see only the patrols on the roof, since everyone else is asleep. I walk the perimeter and kick some sand onto the fire to put it out. I wave at Lupin, who is still at the door, and he waves back distractedly, so I leave him to it and instead walk to the pump station to use the water again while we are still here.
Inputting the code, I slip inside, wash my face, and gargle my mouth out. What I wouldn’t do for some toothpaste right now. When I lift my head, I jump, spotting Evan behind me in the mirror. I spin and grab my chest, my heart racing. “Jesus, Evvie.”
“Sorry, Pip.” He winces and then scrubs at the back of his head. “I keep fucking this up,” I hear him mutter, before he blows out a breath. “Can we talk?”
Licking my lips, I nod and lean back against the sinks. I said everything I needed to, I’m not sure what else he needs to say. “I want you to know, I’m really trying to be okay with you and…Jago and, erm, Archel. I am, I want to be part of your life, Pip, and if that means accepting them, then I’ll do it.” He nods, his lips flat, as if waiting for a reaction.
“In what way?” I ask, tired of dancing around my attraction to him. Once upon a time, I loved this boy so much it consumed me. I guess I’m asking if he ever really felt the same.
“Huh?” he retorts, his eyes crinkling adorably.
“In what way do you want to be part of my life? Brother?” He cringes at that. “Friend?” He shakes his head and I sigh. “Evan, just fucking speak, man, I’m tired and overly warm and getting annoyed with the vague words and glances. What do you want?” I snap, throwing my hands in the air.
“You, always you,” he replies, losing all hints of shyness as he straightens, a confidence entering his eyes that I have to admit is attractive as his lips curl up flirtily. “Always was you, Pip.” He crosses the space between us, grabs my face, and presses his lips to mine.
I gasp in shock and he slips his tongue inside, entangling it with mine as he backs me into the sink with his hips, holding me there as he kisses me so desperately, so utterly consuming, that I don’t know which way is up. He breaks away, both of us panting, and stares at me from inches away, his eyes completely open and hopeful. “I’ve loved you since I was a child, Piper, and into manhood. I followed you everywhere, protected you, loved you even when you didn’t know it, but you deserved better than a bastard like me…but I won’t ever give you up again. Keeping you at arm’s length and seeing you with others was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Maybe that’s why I was so bitter and hateful. God, I was a prick, Pip, the biggest one on the planet, but love makes people crazy.”
“Evvie,” I whisper, eyes round. “Are you saying…”
“That I love you?” he says for me, smirking. “Isn’t it obvious, Piper? I always have, always will. Jesus, your name was the first fucking tattoo I got. You drive me crazy, but in the best way. My life was so empty and boring without you.”
“Erm, I’m sorry, my brain is shutting off…what tattoo?” I question, swallowing at his close proximity. I’ve wanted this for so long, and now that it’s happening, I feel like I’m drowning in him. His scent, that smirk that is so Evvie, those twinkling eyes I love so much.
He steps back and I whimper, but he winks and rips his shirt over his head, and my eyes become lost in the hard planes of his chest and scrawling tattoo that I used to trace as he was asleep next to me, imagining him pulling me closer and whispering all these things he is saying now. With one chipped, black painted fingernail, he taps right over his heart, showing me one I never noticed before. Stepping closer, I hover my hand over it and look up into his eyes.
He nods and I trace the intricate ink which spells out “Pip,” right over his heart. He shivers under my touch as I lick my lips, just staring at the ink. “I got it when I was fourteen. I knew then and there you were my forever, Pip, knew you would always be my one, my family. Now, I’m asking you, will you be mine? We’ve made mistakes, we’ve fucked up and been stupid…but if you’ll give us a chance, I think you’ll find that we would be amazing together. Will you, Pip?” he asks, his voice quiet and scared as he’s lying all of his cards bare before me.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to hear. This man had my heart before I even realised I could give it, and now he’s showing me I’ve had his for just as long. We were both too blind and young to realise it. Sometimes, people need to break away to come back together, better and stronger than before.
“Yes, Evvie, God yes,” I tell him, and meet his eyes with a watery smile to see his filled with tears as well.
He whoops and scoops me up, swinging me around the room like we used to before stopping and holding me against him. Usually he would let go and step back, putting distance between us. But that was before, now he holds me closer and I wrap my legs around his waist until there is no space between us at all.
Gripping his cheeks, I cover his lips with mine, teasing them with little pecks before he groans my name and I kiss him properly. Letting our tongues tangle as his hands grab my ass and hoist me higher, gripping me as he walks us backwards and stumbling over since he won’t look away. My back hits the wall and I grunt into his mouth, gripping his hair and pulling him tighter as his hand pushes my top up, only hesitating for a moment before he strokes across my stomach and up my ribs, making me giggle into his mouth when he hits a ticklish spot.
Ripping my mouth away, I stare down at his closed eyes, his lips bruised from our kiss, his chest rising and falling heavily as he grips my breast with rough fingers. I tip my head back and he nudges it to the side as he kisses down my neck to my shoulder.
He jerks down my bra cup and twists my nipple, hard, tweaking and yanking it until I’m moaning and pushing into his hands. I didn’t expect this from him, I expected him to be soft and hesitant, almost loving, but the way his hands are dominating my body…the rough way he treats me…
Sit on a dick and spin, it’s amazing.
My pussy pulses like there is a direct line from my nipple to my clit, and I kiss along his cheek until my mouth meets his again, starving for his kisses after all these years.
He moans my name into my mouth, the sexiest sound ever as I grip his shoulders, digging my nails in to his skin to keep myself close.
Maybe this can really work, maybe I can have all three men I love.
A bang comes at the door, pulling us apart. “They are fighting! They are going to kill each other!” comes a scared yell.
I stare at Evan in shock. “Who do you…shit!” I yell, and he lets me go as we both scramble to the door and yank it open.
Only two people among us would be fighting, scaring people enough to reach out to me…Jago and Archel.
I’m going to kill them myself.
Ten
Pecking Order
Fury twists inside me as I storm through the camp, drawn to the circle of people screaming and yelling. I barge through their masses until they part, and I see Jago and Archel.
Archel is dancing around while Jago tracks his movements, and then they meet in a flurry of punches and flashing of knives. I narrow my eyes, spotting a bruise appearing on my shadow already, and there is a cut along Jago’s neck. They aren’t playing, they are trying to kill each other.
I swear to baby Jesus, I’m going to chop both of their cocks off and make the others eat it, that way they can eat as much shit as they talk. Stomping between them, I stand there as they both stop. Jago has his fist raised, ready to hit Archel, who has a knife pointing at Jago’s junk.
“Stop,” I yell, my eyes narrowed as I look at both of them. “You throw another hit and I will leave you here to rot. Tent. Now,” I bellow, before looking at the circled people. “Break it the fuck up! Shouldn’t you be packing?” I shout, meeting their gazes until they break away, grumbling to themselves.
Glaring at both of them, I let them see how mad I am. “Now!” I scream, before turning and heading to the tent, hearing their footsteps behind me.
Pushing through the flaps, I turn to scowl at them, beyond furious as they slink inside, their heads held high and grinning at me like they were just having fun.
Boys will be boys my arsehole, they don’t get to try and kill each other. Only I get to kill them when they are being stupid fuckwits like now. Hands on hips, I take them both in.
“Well, nothing to say for yourselves? You giant, fucking turdburgalars!”
Archel raises an eyebrow. “Turdburgalar?”
“It’s better than assbandit,” Jago says seriously, and he nods in understanding.
“You motherfucking men, just because you have dicks doesn’t mean you need to act like one! I leave for five fucking minutes and I come back to you two beating the shit out of each other. You might as well have got your cocks out and seen whose was bigger!”
“Huh, where were you anyway, Princess?” Archel asks, changing the subject.
“None of your business,” I sputter, and he grins, sharing it with Jago.
“I think someone made up with Doc, if her hair is anything to go by,” Archel teases, making me huff in indignation.
“That is not the fucking topic at the moment, you two assholes—”
“And by her lips, I wonder if he is as skilled with women as he is with patients?” Jago adds.
My mouth drops open at how chummy these two are. “What the flying
fucking cock tassels is this?” I yell.
Archel steps closer, curling around me until he whispers in my ear from behind. “We just needed to see who was the strongest, a pecking order if you will, we are good now.”
“Are you freakin’ kidding me?” I shriek, but it turns into a gasp when he kisses my neck right in front of Jago, who’s watching us with curiosity before he steps closer and presses to my front until I’m framed between them.
“He’s right, we are good now, we know where we both stand. There’s enough of you to go around. Fuck knows you are a handful,” he grumbles, and Archel snakes a hand between us and cups my breast, making my eyes widen.
“More than a handful,” he teases, whispering against my skin.
“Does someone want to tell me what the hell is happening right now? I feel like I’m in a bad porno,” I mutter, while Jago grins down at me, his eyes hungry as he tracks Archel’s movements as he squeezes my breast.
“Do you want to be, Brawler?” he whispers seductively, licking at his lips.
“Dear God, you two have too many after fight hormones. Go stroke one out to a thought about a princess,” I snap, and Archel laughs.
“You mean you, Princess?”
Shit, I forgot about his pet name for me.
“You two need to…” I trail off, searching for anything to say, but I’m at a loss.
“Thank fuck, she’s run out of words,” Jago remarks, before tilting his head down and kissing me.
Groaning into his mouth, I feel the desire Evan stirred up returning full force, especially when another set of lips kisses down my neck to my shoulder and nudges my shirt aside. Finished protesting, I let my thoughts go and concentrate on Archel’s hand on my breast, stroking me through the material as Jago dominates my mouth.