The Lost

by K. A Knight

  “I agree,” I murmur, ready to say anything to get his hand back where I need it.

  “Good girl,” Jago praises against my skin, pushing my head to the side to gain access to my neck where he leaves a path of stinging kisses.

  “Yep, that’s me. Now orgasms, please,” I demand as dignified as I can, channelling my inner Worth.

  “So needy,” Archel teases, and cups my pussy again. “Do you promise to be a good girl?”

  “No.” I grin at him and he smirks.

  “There’s my girl.” He laughs and then grabs my head and yanks me to him, covering my lips with his, swallowing my cry as Evan starts to pull down my trousers. I feel the air hit my bare pussy and ass, but Jago moves in behind me again, kissing my neck as Archel takes my mouth and Evan traces up my legs.

  I have a moment to think of Clay, but it disappears when Evan parts my thighs and blows his warm breath across my pussy and Archel nips at my lips. Jago pulls me back, away from Archel who breaks our kiss and stares at me with dark eyes, lips parted.

  My beast rips my shirt over my head and yanks off my bra, throwing them aside. I stand naked before them. They are still dressed, and it has the possibility of being overwhelming, but I have never been shy, and instead all I feel is powerful. These three men are ready to love me, worship me, and follow me into death itself…

  I’m so lucky.

  I’m so loved.

  But I’m not coming...not yet. “Mouth,” I demand Evan, but he ignores me and my hands yanking on his hair, and teases me by running his nose along my wet center and then kissing each thigh as I grumble. I get it. I’m not in charge, so I relax and let them do what they want.

  Only then does Evan lick along my pussy, tasting me and making me moan and reach for Archel. Jago’s hands massage my ass, pushing me against Evan’s mouth as he licks me like his favourite dessert, his tongue teasing as it dips into my pussy before circling my clit, again and again.

  Archel kisses me once more, swallowing my moans of pleasure as I ride Evan’s face. I am embarrassingly wet just from them taking charge, so when Evan finally flicks my clit, I scream. He sucks it into his mouth before lashing it with his tongue, his fingers plunging into my pussy but not moving, just stretching me as he throws me over the brink and I come, crying into Archel’s mouth.

  He pulls away, grinning even as I spot blood on his lip. I can’t form a coherent thought, nevermind words, but he must see my gaze because he reaches up and dabs at the blood, his grin growing. “You bit my lip,” he growls, but he doesn’t seem hurt or upset...more proud. Men.

  Before I can speak, I am spun to face Jago who kisses me hard, then pulls back and lifts me into the air. I wrap my legs around his waist and he drives into me, spearing my pussy with his hard cock, making me moan again. His hands grip my arse as he gives me no time to adjust, lifting and dropping me on his cock. He watches me, his eyes on fire, his hands rough, his cock hard and hitting that spot inside me that makes me moan and blurt things, and then suddenly, he’s gone. He lifts me from his cock and tosses me to the bedspread where I bounce.

  “Jago,” I moan, spreading my legs wantonly. It’s not like they haven’t seen the goods before, and it was just getting interesting. He grins down at me, his cock wet and rock-hard.

  My eyes flicker to Archel and Evan to see them playing rock-paper-scissors. Archel laughs when he wins and meets my eyes with a wink before starting to undress. “I wanted your mouth, Princess,” he tells me.

  I don’t have time to think about what that means, because Jago gets to his knees next to me. “I’m going to take your ass, Brawler. I told you I would always have your back and I will tonight.” A flash of desire shoots through me at his words and he leans closer, whispering against my lips. “I will keep my hand on your neck at all times so you know it’s me. Tell me if you need us to stop. I will make them.” He drops a soft kiss on my lips and rolls to his back, palming his cock and watching me.

  Archel grabs me, holding me effortlessly, and lowers me until I’m straddling him and then he parts my ass cheeks. My heart slams against my chest as Archel strokes my face and Evan comes to my side, kissing my cheek. “Relax for us, Pip, you know we would never hurt you. We just want to make you feel good.”

  It’s the fact that it’s Evan saying those words, without jealousy in his eyes, that has me finally relaxing. He keeps eye contact with me as Jago slowly pushes into my ass, his cock wet from my pussy. He stops every inch or so, letting me stretch around him. I can feel his need, how much he wants to hammer into me, but he doesn’t. He’s gentle and loving, and when he finally bottoms out in my ass, I’m so full I can barely breathe, but also so turned on I can’t help but squirm on his cock, making him grunt and slap my ass.

  “Behave, Brawler,” he commands. He drapes his arms around me and pulls me back until my spine is flush with his chest, his cock still in my ass, and this new position makes me cry out at how deep and hard I can feel him inside me.

  He doesn’t move, doesn’t thrust, just keeps his promise by wrapping his hand around my neck, his thumb resting on my racing pulse as a reminder of who is behind me, then he stills altogether. If it wasn’t for his heart beating and his cock jerking, I wouldn’t even know he was there. But I can feel him, watching, waiting, protecting me always. My beast.

  Evan crouches between our parted legs, his eyes flickering down my body hungrily and ending on my pussy before meeting my gaze. My eyes widen. Shit, is he going to fuck my pussy? Christ, will he even fit with Jago’s cock in my ass? I know I said I had three holes, but I was being stupid...yet the idea has more cream leaking from my pussy.

  Archel reaches down and swipes some up, licking it from his fingers and humming. “Better fuck her, Doc, before I get bored and do it for you.”

  Evan rolls his eyes but crawls up my body, sitting on his knees as he grips his cock and rubs it against my pussy, making my breath catch. Okay, I can see the appeal of the three holes thing.

  “Evvie,” I whisper, my voice cracked and pleading. He smirks at me and notches the head of his cock at my entrance, and only when I nod does he push inside. Not slow or steady, one smooth move. His long cock piercing me, filling me up. It’s too much, I’m too full. They both hold still as I stretch and writhe around them, moaning at the feeling.

  Then they start to move.

  Evan pulls out and pushes back in, building up speed, fucking me slowly at first, but then it’s like he can’t help himself. He grunts, his thrusts coming harder...faster, and I close my eyes in bliss and then Jago. God, Jago.

  When Evan pulls out, he pushes in, and they move in sync, working together to bring me pleasure. Their hands grip me, and Evan’s mouth covers my nipple, sucking it in as Jago grips my neck. It’s too much, too much...a tap comes at my lips and I turn my head and open my eyes to see Archel there. His hard cock waiting.

  “Don’t want to feel left out, Princess. Be a bad girl, won’t you?” he teases, rubbing it along my lips as I gasp and moan, but touching him, feeling him, anchors me, so I grab his hard cock and suck him down, taking out my passion, my need, on him. He grunts, his cock jerking in my mouth, making my pussy clench down and the others cry out.

  We are all one big ball of need, a circle of pleasure.

  Archel fucks my mouth, not letting me take control as the others use my body. I’m theirs, they are mine. They know me better than anyone. Where to touch, where to lick. Their hands are everywhere, their cocks hard and branding me. Their noises of pleasure spurring me on.

  Until it’s too much.

  Evan sucks my nipple, biting down hard.

  Archel forces himself into my throat.

  Jago squeezes my neck.

  I come apart.

  In their arms, I scream, sucking Archel down farther, my pussy tightening and milking Evan. With a groan, Archel explodes in my mouth and I swallow his release before he stumbles away. Evan yells and jerks between my thighs, his hot cum spurting in my pussy and filling me up before he falls aw
ay too, and then there is Jago.

  He’s fucking me so hard, so fast, I am just limp on top of him, letting him have his way. His heavy breathing brushes my ear, words of praise and love pouring out with each thrust until he reaches around and flicks my clit.

  “Come,” he orders...so I do.

  I scream my pleasure into our tent as he drives into my ass once more and fills it with his cum.

  My vision blackens from the pleasure, and when I come to, I am sprawled on Jago’s chest. He pulls from my ass and we both groan, then Evan cleans me up as Jago moves away to wash himself, and then we all collapse on the bed, still breathing heavily but all smiling.

  They wrap their arms around me, pulling me closer, and my heart...my damaged, tattered heart seals itself shut. Overflowing with their love. No matter what happens, we are together. What we have is beautiful and so different I know it’s a once in a lifetime type of love.

  I love three men as a woman. As a leader.

  Clay comes in and I smile sleepily. I was worried I wouldn’t sleep tonight, and then I worried about where he was. I know we aren’t at this point of our...relationship, or whatever we are, but I didn’t want him sleeping out there either. He must see the questions and thoughts in my mind that I don’t even know how to begin to untangle, so he sneaks closer and dips his head, kissing me softly.

  “Sleep, Pascha,” he whispers, and curls up at my feet.

  I lay my head back down, wearing a smile so full it might break my face.

  “Goodnight,” I whisper into the dark tent. With their bodies wrapped around me, I feel better, less lost...anchored by their presence and whole now.

  They fucked the worry right out of me, and my eyelids are heavy as I fall asleep in a cocoon of bodies. Tomorrow is a distant thought.

  Twenty-Six

  Brought Some Friends

  Even tangled up with my men, I wake early with energy and anxiety running through me. We have so much to do and the war is coming, I can feel it. So I wake my men with no chance of staying in bed. We pack up quickly, sharing teasing touches between us, and gather our people. Packing up takes little under an hour and then we are back on the road.

  Soberer today, more serious, all of our people on edge.

  They can feel it too.

  A change in the Wastes.

  Today, I ride with Archel, and I squeeze him closer as we race through the sands. We only have a vague idea of where we are meeting the army Worth called together, so we travel for a long time. We stop for dinner, unlike before, because I want to make sure my men are okay and looked after. They have a fight coming up, after all. But today there are no laughter or songs, just a grim determination, and from The Lost...excitement and bloodlust.

  Clay sneaks a kiss when no one else is looking, and I find myself smiling despite it all until I have to sigh and announce it’s time to keep moving. Then I take to driving, Evan riding bitch as we head south. Passing a shanty city Archel described, it, too, seems sombre, serious, and almost empty.

  We keep going past it, farther south than many have ever been, and I can feel my home growing distant, but I know I have to do this.

  It takes two more hours before we see signs of life. There are men on patrol. They watch us but let us through. We slow down to show them we aren’t threats and head straight until we see people up ahead.

  There, in front of us, is Worth’s amassed army. There are so many bodies spread across the sand they look like dots, and watching us arrive are three distinct figures. We pull up in front of them and I climb off to meet them—an older, plumper man, a skinny, creepy man, and an old woman who glares at me and points a shotgun.

  “Who are ya?” she yells, and I grin as I hold up my hands.

  “Name’s Piper, Worth sent me. Oh, and I brought a few friends. Hope that’s okay?” I wink.

  The old woman laughs and drops her shotgun. “Well, why didn’t ya say so, girlie? Come on, the more the fucking merrier. Hope ya brought some weapons ‘cause it’s going to get bloody.”

  “I was depending on it,” I retort, and my men stream from the trucks behind me, forming a line as we face the other clan leaders. “Now, what’s the plan? Because I have a few surprises I don’t think the Cities people will be expecting.”

  Twenty-Seven

  A War Line

  “She will be coming this way tomorrow morning if everything goes to plan,” Nan tells me. We are gathered in the middle of their camp, my men mingling but staying close as I talk to the leaders to see where they need me and explain what I have planned.

  “Okay, so we have until tomorrow morning to get everything ready. Split into teams. I want lookouts everywhere for tonight, we only sleep a few hours in case she comes early. Today, the others need to team up with a member of The Lost and help them set the explosives,” I instruct, and only then do I realise I am almost questioning their judgement. I feel my men move closer as I wait for their anger, but they surprise me. A gleam enters the skinny man’s eyes as he watches me, the man they introduced as Priest. The old man nods, Reeves, I was told, and Nan grins.

  “Explosives?” Nan repeats with a twinkle in her eye.

  I grin then. “Didn’t think I wouldn’t show up without some toys, did you? We set up fifty feet from our front line, and when they are close...boom!” I offer, and all the gathered leaders laugh.

  “I like ya, I see why Worth invited ya.” Nan grins, slapping my back and turning to the man next to her, Reeves. “Well, get on wit it, ya fat bastard, ya heard her! We got shit to do and hours to burn, let’s show them fookers who they are messin wit!” she shouts, and everyone around us cheers.

  It takes nearly all day but keeps my mind occupied. I help set the explosives. Clay shows me how and we assign each one to a member of The Lost who will be in charge of clicking the trigger tomorrow. The rest of the day is spent answering questions, and with the other leaders double and triple checking our war plans. We will stick to our people, each in charge of our own battalion to give the signal when we see Worth. The plan is simple, blow as many enemies to smithereens as we can, then we go in and clean up the rest with swords, guns, and bows. It keeps my mind busy, but my body is tense, wired up with anxiety of what is to come. There will be so much death.

  I don’t fear death, no, I fear the living more, but it doesn’t mean I can face down an army without being scared. Responsibility is sitting heavily on my shoulders. If something goes wrong tomorrow, all these men I led here could die.

  When it comes to sleeping in watches, I can’t close my eyes. I sit on the line where we will stand tomorrow and stare out into the dark of the Wastelands. Far out on the horizon, I see the lights of the Cities, and I know tomorrow, ready or not, we will be at war. My men sit with me, all of us quiet for once, just holding each other, knowing it could be the very last time.

  Before the sun rises, I kiss them all, looking deep into their eyes and telling them that I love them. Then, I wake the troops. There is no laughter or drinking today. No.

  Today is a day for death, not happiness.

  We stand as one army without division, not today. We stand in the scorching sun, in the sands that will soon run red with blood, and we wait. We wait for our queen.

  Epilogue

  A Queen

  We wait for hours, not moving, not speaking. A waiting army. A trap.

  Seeing Worth and the oncoming Cities trucks racing towards us, I step forward to lead my people, my fighters. My heart is racing from both fear and excitement, my hands tightening on my crossbow, my men framed behind me.

  Turning, I stare them all down. I meet their eyes, my men...people of The Forgotten, Paradise, and The Lost united under one leader. One queen. One fight. “It’s an honour to fight by your side today!” I yell, and they all cheer. “We fight for our future, our land, and our people! May we never be lost or forgotten again! Together, we are stronger than they! For our people! For our queen!” I shout, pointing my bow into the air as they scream their war cries with me.<
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  It ripples through the thousands gathered in our line, everyone joining in the battle cry. Feet start to stomp and then a voice rises into the night. It’s quiet at first, a lonely echo of one man singing the tale of our world. Then, another joins in, and another, until we all take up the song.

  The lyrics are in our hearts, the beat the sounds of our weapons clashing.

  This our story, our world, not theirs.

  Not anymore.

  We are warriors, rougher and tougher than they could imagine. Gathered from all over the Wastes, our only commonality is our determination to stay alive. To rebel in the face of danger, in death.

  Voices climb, our cry going out to all four corners of the world, our song is our warning.

  I hope they are ready, because they brought together the North, and now they will face our combined army with Worth as our leader.

  Turning to face the front, I tilt my head back and let my voice join the others’ cadence, pouring my heart, my very soul into it.

  Heed our warning, Cities, for once where there was one woman…now lies an army.

  I look to the men who are here with me, my men, my family. I started this journey alone, but I will never be alone again. Live or die, we do it together.

  The assassin, the adventurer, the beast, the doctor, and the mountain man…

  Always.

  Acknowledgments

  This book wouldn’t have happened without Mal, the woman who encourages my crazy antics. Without Kaila and Jess eagerly awaiting chapters which meant I had to actually write them!

  Of course, my readers. You are the reason I always write, why I always strive to be better. I hope I did Piper justice for you.

  About the Author

  K.A Knight is an indie author trying to get all of the stories and characters out of her head. She loves reading and devours every book she can get her hands on, she also has a worrying caffeine addiction.