“This doesn’t mean you own me, you know that right?” I said passionately. “You can’t cut me off from the others.”
“Being married to me means no one else can touch you,” he mused. “Unless I say so of course, which I'm undecided on currently. I'll let you know when I've had my fill of you." He dropped his pants, standing before me in just his boxers and ran his hand over his solid length pressing through the material.
"Kyan stop being an asshole, we need to talk!" Blake shouted, throwing his weight against the door.
"Better hurry up, baby, or they might break in before we're done," Kyan said, grinning wickedly. “I’m happy to finish claiming you in private, but an audience won’t stop me either.”
I stood up on the bed, planting my hands on my hips. "I'm not your property, Kyan. Say it." I walked forward and pursed my lips at him.
“I wouldn’t use the word property, more like claimed territory. A fuck-hot, sweet as shit, peachy assed dominion if you will.” He grabbed the backs of my legs, knocking them out from under me to make me fall onto my knees beneath him. Then he dropped down to a crouch, shoved my dress up over my waist and gripped my thighs. He lifted my knees up onto his shoulders so I was kneeling on them with the large skirt scrunched up by my hips before he stood up again. I screamed in surprise as he carried me to the window and raked his tongue up the centre of my white panties. I clutched his hair for support, afraid he'd drop me, but his grip on me was firm.
He started to suck my clit through the thin material and I moaned, my head hitting the window with a solid thunk.
"Hey!" Blake shouted from outside and started banging his fist on the window.
Kyan laughed darkly, turning his head to kiss and bite my inner thigh.
"Are you enjoying the show, brother?" Kyan called to Blake and Blake smacked his palm against the window in anger.
"Stop being a dick, Kyan," he snarled.
"Do you want me to stop, baby?" Kyan looked up at me and the heat in his eyes made my core liquify.
"I want you to stop being an asshole," I said breathlessly.
"That wasn't what I asked." He raked his tongue up the centre of me again and I moaned, flexing my neck and bucking my hips to give him more access. But I couldn't let him cloud my thoughts with lust. He couldn't just lay his claim on me like some sort of caveman and shut every other Night Keeper out of here without an explanation.
He gripped my ass hard and twisted around, throwing me on the bed again, making me yelp in surprise. He reached into his boxers, rubbing himself as he stared at me. “Are you really going to deny me, wife?”
I sighed. He looked so damn hot and I supposed we could explain ourselves after the fact…
I scrambled up, getting to my feet again and raising my fists.
"Fine, I want you, but you'll have to fight for it," I growled, a dare in my voice. So yes, okay I was clearly one percent into this. And maybe I wanted to see how caveman he could really go.
Blake cupped his hands around his eyes as he stared in at us and Kyan offered him the finger in response. Monroe appeared beside him then Saint, the three of them looking furious. I couldn't even offer them much of my attention as Kyan lunged forward and I screamed in alarm as he caught my legs, trying to uproot me. I kicked at him, but he kept coming, climbing onto the bed and wrestling me down beneath him. He started tearing off my dress and I punched him in the kidney, making him growl in anger. He caught my hands, pinning them above my head, rocking his hard dick into my thigh and heat spread between my legs. Oh my god.
I arched my back, wriggling against his hold and he started kissing my neck, biting and teasing me. "God you're beautiful. And you taste like fucking ecstasy."
I yanked a hand free and caught his throat, forcing him back. He lifted his weight off of me, cocking his head to one side, looking cute as shit.
"Come on, wifey," he teased. "Don't you want your husband to make you come all night long?"
He started moving down my body, trying to get the buttons open behind my back before giving up and tearing my dress off, splitting the material right up the middle. I gasped, about to shout at him, but then he kissed his way down my body and I clawed my hands into his hair, giving in.
"Fuck, Kyan," I said breathlessly. He licked just above my panties and looked up at me with a question in his eyes, his hunger for me clear. “I’m gonna fuck the others right out of you,” he said, clearly trying to rile me.
I leaned up, slapping him hard and he growled approvingly.
Damn him for looking like that, for pushing my buttons in just the right way. I almost lost my grasp on my anger though as he lowered his head, kissing my thighs again, his breathing heavy like he was desperate to take this further. The shouts of the other guys started to fade in my head as I raked my fingernails over his muscular shoulders, marking him with red scratches. He grinned at me in a way that made my toes curl against the sheets.
"Fuck you," I panted and his eyes swirled with darkness.
"You used the wrong pronoun," he said, running his tongue up the centre of my panties again. "I think what you mean to say was fuck me."
I brought my knee up, slamming it into the side of his head as I got a second wave of will power, twisting myself over onto my knees as I tried to get away. He caught my ankles, dragging me back, his teeth sinking into the back of my thigh and making me yelp. I kicked back at him, catching him in the jaw and he caught my foot, sucking all of my toes into his mouth before biting down hard.
"Ah!" I kicked him again, shaking him off and he laughed as I made it off of the bed. I sped to the window, grabbing the curtains and giving the guys an apologetic look before I yanked them closed and they cursed me colourfully. Did they want to watch?
I laughed as Kyan grabbed me by the waist, lifting me off of my feet and throwing me down onto the bed again.
"You're enjoying this." He smirked, standing over me and shoving my legs apart. I lifted my hips, pressing my ankles into the bed as I slid further up it. He caught the backs of my thighs, tearing me back down it so my legs fell either side of him off the bed.
"It's a game I can't really lose," I said, smiling wickedly as I lifted my foot and pressed it against his chest. He pushed his weight down on it, making my knee bend up to my chest as he smirked at me.
"You can lose if I don't let you come," he mused.
"That would make you a bad husband," I panted.
"I never claimed to be a good one." He flashed his teeth at me then tore my panties off, shoving them into my mouth with two fingers.
I spat them out, turning my head and in the time I was distracted by disposing of them, he freed his cock and slammed inside me. I cried out as he filled me, shoving my leg aside so I was spread open for him and I immediately wrapped my thighs around his waist, locking my ankles and squeezing hard.
He laughed as he took me roughly, holding my hands down in the sheets above my head. He moved hard and fast, trying to dominate me and take and take, but I kept pace with him, defying him as I glared up at him. He groaned as I dug my heels into his spine and fought against his hold on my wrists.
"You're mine," he said fiercely and my body clenched around him in response to those words.
I gasped, caught between pleasure and pain, his thrusts becoming more powerful as he dared to try and finish this fast, fulfilling his own desires but not mine. Hell if I was going to let him away with that.
I craned my neck up to kiss him and the moment his mouth was on mine, his grip relaxed on my wrists enough that I knew I could get them free. I kissed him deeply and his hips slowed slightly as he fell into the slow rhythm of my tongue against his.
I yanked one hand free, throwing my fist into his jaw and he lurched backwards with a snarl of anger and lust. I took hold of my brief advantage, shoving his shoulders and forcing him to roll beneath me. I had a feeling he let me do it a little as he smirked and I pressed my knees into the sheets either side of him, riding him hard as he grabbed my hips and started
controlling my movements. I reached out to caress his chest, but he slapped my hands away, his eyes dark as he half sat up and yanked them behind my back to keep me at his mercy. He ripped the veil from my hair, tying my hands in place with it and I cursed as he tightened the knot.
He continued to thrust into me, sucking on my breasts and branding me with teeth marks and love bites everywhere his mouth touched. I started to come apart, moaning his name and pressing my forehead to his as he tried to outpace me, but I kept going, sweat rolling down my spine as he pushed me to my limits.
"Fuck," he hissed as I tightened around him and tipped my head back, moaning loudly as I came and he fell apart half a second later, grunting as he finished deep inside me.
I started laughing in my victory and he rolled me off of him, his arms closing around me so I was nose to nose with him lying on the bed.
"Don't underestimate me, Kyan Roscoe," I purred, kissing the tip of his nose.
He yanked me closer by the ass, the evidence of our desire sticky against my thighs. "Never again, Mrs Roscoe." He grinned and I scowled as he untied the veil from my wrists and rubbed his thumbs over the sore marks.
I realised the guys had stopped trying to get in and I sighed as I curled up in Kyan's arms, hooking one leg over his hip. "How long are you going to keep this up for?" I asked, letting my eyes fall closed as I soaked in the warmth of his body against mine.
"How long are you going to keep refusing you’re mine now?" he countered and I tutted.
"I belong to all of you," I said simply.
"I take my vows very seriously and I intend on honouring them," he said, smirking. “I also have a far bigger claim on you now, so we will just have to see how well the guys behave before I decide if I’ll share you.”
I opened my eyes, frowning at him. Was he for real? "Kyan," I sighed. "I may be your wife, but I’m not just yours. Besides, I’m not exactly wifey material.”
He squeezed my ass then my waist, then my breasts. "Naw, you seem like the perfect wifey material to me."
I snorted, noticing he hadn’t responded to the first part of what I’d said. "I mean it, asshole."
"Me too, bitch," he tossed back with a smirk.
"God you're infuriating." I rolled back to rest against the pillow and he laid his head down beside mine, his breath on my neck enough to get me turned on again already.
"By the morning you'll be so sated on my cock that you'll never be infuriated with me again," he commented and I rolled my eyes which made a challenge flare in his.
He moved over me, sliding down between my legs and starting to drive me wild again with his tongue, his eyes on mine the whole time. I sighed as I let my thighs widen and he laughed throatily into my flesh like he’d won something. Damn him to hell.
***
I woke to a strange buzzing noise and took in a long breath through my nose as I rolled onto my back, the sheets tangled around me. I cracked an eye, spotting Kyan across the room at the desk in front of the door, hunched over in his chair. He was butt naked and had something laid out on the desk before him.
I slid out of bed, walking across the room and pressing my hand to his shoulder as I leaned over to see what he was doing. He had a tattoo gun in his hand and was finishing up marking something around his ring finger.
"What do you think, baby?" He placed the gun down, showing it to me and I gasped as I realised he'd tattooed my name there with a skull above it that matched the one on my ring. It actually looked pretty cool.
"I guess you can always tattoo over it if we get a divorce," I teased.
He grabbed my waist, yanking me down onto his lap and his hardening dick as he clutched my naked body against his. "We won't," he growled angrily, grabbing my chin between his rough finger and thumb and forcing me to look him in the eye. "Ever. You're mine."
I frowned, brushing my fingers over his cheeks. "It's not like I want to divorce you. But what about after we graduate-"
"So what? Wherever you go, I'll follow," he said fiercely, squeezing my jaw. "You're my wife."
I couldn’t deny how good that sounded on his lips and a part of me wished it could last forever. I just wasn’t sure how a future for us was going to work out.
He wrapped his hand in my hair, a snarl on his lips. "Stop worrying," he demanded then lowered his hand between my thighs. “I will never let you get away.”
I stood up, pushing away from him with a grin as I strode to the bed and started trying to tug it away from the bathroom door. "I need to pee."
Kyan came up behind me, leaning down and rubbing his hard dick against my ass as he dragged the bed out a foot. I shot him a smirk before I jumped onto the bed, heading across it and slipping into the bathroom.
I peed, showered and took in the love bites all over my breasts and neck which were the worst case of Saint bait I'd ever seen.
"Fucking Kyan," I muttered, but I was smiling as I stepped back into his room wrapped in a towel. He had one of his wife beaters waiting for me and a pair of his boxer shorts too, grinning like a savage as he walked forward, tugging my towel off and helping me into them. "Perfect," he announced, admiring the love bites that were on full display with a smug grin.
"You're going to invoke the wrath of the devil before we've even had breakfast," I sing-songed and he shrugged.
"That's my plan, wife." He smacked me on the ass then dragged his desk out of the way of the door, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we headed out the door.
Saint was waiting in his usual seat at the dining table, his fingers steepled together and rage brimming in his eyes. "You're late," he bit out and Kyan made a show of pressing a messy kiss to my mouth.
"Sorry, brother, consummating a marriage is lengthy work. I had to write my name on the inside of her pussy with a sharpie attached to my dick," Kyan joked and I ducked out from under his arm, shaking my head at him with a smirk as I headed into the kitchen.
Monroe stepped through the front door, looking like a furious heathen as he strode toward us with his jaw ticking. "Explain."
Blake's door slammed just before he arrived too and he stalked into the room with his muscles bunched. He looked seriously tired and I bit my lip guiltily as I realised we'd probably kept him up half the night.
"Fuck you." He pointed at Kyan. "And you." His finger wheeled onto me. "I want an explanation."
"I really don't know what more can be said. She's my wife. Simple as that really," Kyan said, dropping down into his seat and putting his bare feet up on the table.
I sighed, getting some food from the fridge. "His family have some stupid rule that basically means I'm fair game unless I'm married to him. And his crazy grandpa was going to sell me to Royaume D’élite to wipe their debt clean in payment for cleaning up all the murders at my dad's cabin," I explained and Saint's jaw gritted.
“Come on, we got married for more reasons than just the threat,” Kyan pushed, grinning at me and I smiled, a blush rising in my cheeks.
“Well yeah…I wanted it too,” I admitted, but that clearly wasn’t the right thing to say as the tension in the room tripled.
Monroe and Blake strode forward, standing shoulder to shoulder as they glared down at Kyan from the opposite side of the table. Apparently he was getting the blame more than I was.
"And you didn't think this needed to be mentioned before you went ahead and did it?" Monroe growled.
"Nope." Kyan shrugged. "I mean, I'm sure it sucks for you guys now that I own Tatum in a whole other way. A bigger way some might say. A way recognised by everyone in the world. By God and Satan and every angel and demon hiding in the shadows."
"Would you stop with that shit already?" I huffed. "I'm not going to tell you again. You don’t own me more than them now just because we’re married."
"Calm down, wife," he chuckled and Blake stepped forward as if he was going to hit him.
Saint held up a hand, drawing everyone's attention to him.
"This is unacceptable," he said, deadly calm, the cog
s working behind his eyes. "You cannot hold more ownership of Tatum than the rest of us, that is not how it works."
"Sorry bro." Kyan placed his hands behind his head, leaning back in his seat so the front legs came off the floor. "That's the way it is."
"Once an appropriate amount of time has passed, you will divorce one another in secret and we can all allow your family to keep believing the lie," Saint said thoughtfully.
"No," Kyan snapped, fixing Saint with a glare and my gut clenched at the thought too. "I won't. Not ever."
"It's not your choice," Saint hissed, slamming his hand down on the table.
"Oh, but it is," Kyan said with a dangerous edge to his voice.
"I just really don't think it should bother you guys so much," I said gently, pushing some bread in the toaster. “We might be married, but that doesn’t take away from what I have with you individually.”
"Naw, I think they need to be taking it more seriously," Kyan growled. "The fact is by law you are my wife. Simple as fucking that. They need to accept it."
My mouth dried out as I looked over at him, the blazing energy in his eyes making me suck on my lower lip.
"Stop eye fucking each other," Blake demanded. "If Kyan has married her then I'm marrying her too."
"I've already considered that," Saint said in an icy tone. "The closest place we could go to arrange such a thing legally would be Africa, but as travel is suspended-"
"Saint," I snarled. "I am not marrying more of you. This really doesn’t need to be such a big deal."
"Not a big deal?" Saint hissed, rising from his seat. "You and Kyan have altered the power balance between us."
"No we haven't," I snapped. "I belong to all of you and you all belong to me. Wholly, entirely. That's how it is." I realised it was the first time I'd actually defended this situation to all of them out loud. But I was offended that he thought me marrying Kyan changed anything I had with any of them. I didn't belong to them any less just because Kyan was my husband.
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