The hint of a moan escaped her as she sucked in a breath and my thumb rode right over her clit.
I didn’t wait for her to reply, or take control by shoving me off of her. I pulled my hand back as quickly as I’d touched her, caught the hem of Kyan’s hoodie and ripped the material upwards, forcing her to raise her arms as I dragged it over her head.
I yanked the fucking thing off of her and she scrambled backwards as I knotted it in my fist, knocking into the toilet paper packages and sending them all tumbling to the floor.
“I don’t want you reeking of another man,” I warned her as she looked at me like she really could see the monster lurking beneath my skin. The T-shirt she wore beneath the hoody was her own so she was in luck – she wasn’t going to have to walk around in her bra for the duration of this little mission.
I turned and strode away from her as I heard the carts pulling up outside, using my keys to open the loading doors at the far end of the store room.
Kyan smirked at me as he spotted the hoody which was still clenched in my fist and I tossed it in his face. “You start dressing our girl in your clothes regularly, we’re going to have a problem,” I growled.
“Yes, boss,” he replied, tossing me a salute to go with the asshole smirk and I was damn tempted to punch him.
I threw a glance at the space in the back of the cart instead and turned back into the store room to gather supplies as he left to get another cart.
“C’mon then, Barbie, if you wanna avoid pissing me off, I suggest you start pointing out all the things in here that you’re going to need to keep me fed in the way that I like,” I called and Tatum gritted her teeth as she moved to follow my orders.
“Fine,” she ground out and for once, I let someone else tell me what to do as I followed her directions, piling up the carts with all manner of tinned and dry food as well as some fresh stuff that we would be able to use in the days to come.
Once Kyan and Blake were helping too, we made fast work of piling everything we needed onto the carts. I insisted on taking the entire fucking stockpile of toilet paper too. If that was gonna become currency then just call me the bank of Saint Memphis. If anyone wanted to wipe their asses they’d be coming to me to trade in gifts and favours and I couldn’t fucking wait.
By the time the carts were stacked and the store room shelves were looking suspiciously empty, the sun was just beginning to spill over the edge of the horizon.
All four of us were coated in a layer of sweat and I’d long since ditched my hoody. Delivery personnel were seriously under paid for doing this kind of work all day. Must suck to be them.
Blake gave me a hand as I locked up, leaving Kyan to look after our girl while we checked we hadn’t left any evidence behind in our rush to gut the place.
People talked about preppers and hoarders like they’re a bunch of vultures, circling a fresh kill and just making the scene of the death worse. The news was full of stories of people fighting it out over a pack of toilet paper like their entire fucking life depended on wiping their ass until it shined and there was an unnatural addiction to dried pasta taking place too. But what they always forgot about vultures was that the lions had to come and make that kill in the first place. And though the Hades Virus panic may have been a little late in coming to Everlake Prep, we’d just drawn first blood. And I was sure that carnage would soon follow as the vultures flocked to find the carcass picked clean.
Once I was sure that no one could irrefutably point the grand theft toilet paper back to us, I locked up the doors around the front of the building and circled back to the carts.
“Do you think Headmaster Brown is gonna know it was us?” Blake asked me with a smirk that said he was looking forward to the carnage this would create.
“He may have an inkling,” I agreed, my own lips curving up in amusement.
“Priceless. I can’t wait to see him lose his shit. I bet his face gets all red like a beetroot and his fucking beard sets fire.”
I snorted a laugh at that mental image as we headed around the back of the building to meet the others.
I fell still as I rounded the corner and spotted Barbie perched in Kyan’s lap as he showed her how to drive the fucking thing. His tattooed arms were tight around her waist and he guided her hands with his as he placed them on the steering wheel like she couldn’t figure out how to steer it for herself.
“Why do I get the feeling Kyan really is considering breaking his no rich girls rule with her?” Blake muttered and I glanced at him as his lip peeled back like he was disgusted, but that look in his eye was pure, unchecked jealousy.
“Do you really care that much?” I muttered as Kyan’s dark laughter reached us. What the fuck? He hardly ever laughed and only with one of us. Not some fucking girl.
“I just don’t think the bitch deserves any orgasms,” Blake grumbled and I bit down on a laugh at that as we continued to watch them while they seemed utterly oblivious to any other fucking thing in the world.
“Well be sure to tell Kyan to be selfish when he fucks her and maybe she won’t get any out of the transaction,” I teased.
“Maybe I should,” Blake muttered. “Because it sure looks like they’ll be at it before long.”
I scowled as I watched them, a prickle dancing beneath my skin that started out as an itch but soon began to build into a burn. Barbie didn’t seem in as much of a hurry to get away from him as she had been from me and my jaw ticked.
She leaned back against his bare chest and he placed a hand on her knee as she shifted her foot to the accelerator.
“The thing has no gears and only two pedals,” I growled as I closed in on them with Blake one step behind me. “She doesn’t need a ride on your dick to to help her figure out which one means start and which one means stop.”
“If she was riding on my dick we wouldn’t be stopping any time soon,” Kyan joked, tossing me a look that said he believed he could have her if he wanted to. But the look in Barbie’s eyes said he could fuck right off. Mostly. “At least not unless she used the safe word.”
“I find it hard to believe that any word would keep me safe around the three of you,” Tatum growled before turning her gaze on me. Her blue eyes looked like chips of ice in the pale light of dawn and she fixed me with a look that said she hated me right down to her core. “And if it bothers you so much that Kyan keeps ordering me into his lap then why don’t you just order him not to? Because that’s how your little threesome works, right? When it comes down to it, you’re in charge and the other two are just your little bitches.”
Kyan’s hand moved from her knee to her throat in less than a second and he yanked her back against his chest as his grip tightened enough to silence her.
Tatum tried to throw an elbow back into his gut, but Kyan had been brawling since before he’d been crawling. He took the hit with nothing but a dark smile before slamming his arm around her chest and crushing both of her arms to her sides.
My heart leapt as I watched her struggling against him, helpless in his arms and he locked her down with his strength, his grip on her throat just tight enough to stop her from moving.
“Tell me I’m Saint’s little bitch again,” Kyan growled in a low voice that made a tremor of excitement run along my skin.
I fucking loved it when he got like this. I swear, I could practically taste violence coating the air surrounding him and I inhaled deeply, letting it infect me too. Blake looked like he wouldn’t mind it at all if Kyan really did choke her out and he shot me a pissy look too. He hated it when people pointed out the fact that I was in charge, but it wasn’t my problem if he couldn’t handle it. And deep down he knew it was the truth no matter how much he might have wanted to rebuke it.
Tatum stayed silent but if she thought that would be enough to protect her, she was fucking insane.
“I just gave you an order,” Kyan said menacingly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear and making her shiver. It was mostly fear, but I didn’t think that was all it
was. Our little pet had her lips parted, and her chest heaved in a way that said she liked this a bit too. Maybe more than a bit.
She still didn’t speak though, her gaze locked on me like she thought I might step in to save her.
You’d be better off begging the devil to come help you, Barbie doll.
“Place her hand on the dash,” I said in a low voice as I moved around the cart and pulled a tin of tomatoes from the back of it. Blake laughed darkly and a cruel smile twisted his mouth as he moved closer to the cart to get a front row seat to the show.
Kyan’s eyes flashed dangerously and he shifted forward suddenly, crushing Tatum between him and the steering wheel before releasing her throat and snatching her wrist into his grasp.
“Stop!” Tatum yelled as she thrashed and kicked, trying to break free as Kyan forced her hand down on the dash before me. She kept fighting and the smirk on Kyan’s face said that he didn’t mind her bouncing about in his lap like that.
“You were just given an order, Plague,” I said, loud enough for her to hear me over her continued screams. “Are you sure you want to ignore it?”
“C’mon Cinderella, be a good girl and do as you’re told,” Blake taunted.
I raised the tin above her hand, my muscles tensing as I gripped it tightly.
“Last chance to do as I ordered you,” Kyan warned, his grip on her unrelenting as her wild eyes fixed on the tin in my hand.
I swung my arm back, adrenaline sweeping me away on a tide.
“You’re Saint’s little bitch!” she shrieked as I slammed the tin down with all my strength.
The dash cracked with a bang that even sent bits of plastic flying as the tin slammed into it right beside her hand and Tatum’s scream of terror sent an electric current zipping through my body all the way to my toes.
I whooped with excitement and Kyan laughed like a fucking hyena.
“Good to see you got there in the end, baby,” he cooed, lifting her out of the cart as he got to his feet before dumping her back down on her ass behind the wheel.
“You’re insane!” she yelled. “The lot of you are fucking insane! You belong in a goddamn psych ward, or better yet a super max!”
“Tough luck, Barbie, people like us don’t get punished for being the way we are – we just use it to rule the fucking world,” I taunted, giving her a feral grin before tossing the tin of tomatoes into her lap.
Blake laughed wildly, whooping with excitement as he ran and leapt into his cart.
Tatum glared at me as she fought to catch her breath, that wild look in her eyes turning me on so much that I was almost tempted to kiss her.
She’d probably punch me for it, but that would only get me harder.
I forced myself to look away from her as Kyan leapt into the next cart, still howling with laughter like he’d never stop.
“Let’s get back to The Temple before the rest of the assholes on campus wake up and realise all of the food is gone,” I said with a wicked smile. “We need to fill the crypt with this stuff where no one will ever find it. Then I wanna build a fucking throne out of toilet paper right by my window where they can all see me sitting in it as they hunt the forest for leaves that are soft enough to wipe with.”
Blake spun his cart in a few doughnuts which almost made some of the toilet paper on the back of it topple out before tearing away down the hill towards The Temple. Kyan slammed his foot on the accelerator and shot away down the hill after him and I blasted the high pitched horn to make Barbie follow on next. She had the tin of tomatoes gripped in her fist and I got the impression she was imagining what it would feel like to cave my head in with it.
“Murderous is a good look on you, Barbie,” I called and she had the nerve to flip me the finger.
Luckily for her, I was chasing a high right now though so I just flipped her off right back and laughed as she sped off after Kyan.
I’d never realised that I was fated to be the king of toilet paper, but if that was my destiny in life then I’d happily sit up on my Charmin throne and lord it over everyone.
We made it back to The Temple and I quickly opened the doors as we began to unload the carts. This work really would have been better suited to a few Unspeakables, but I had two very good reasons for not wanting that. Firstly, I didn’t want anyone on campus knowing where we were hiding our stash. And secondly, I absolutely refused to allow anyone inside The Temple aside from me and the other Night Keepers and Rebecca the maid (who I didn’t count because I was still pretending she was just a ghost who cleaned shit as I never saw any sign of her)…and Barbie now too. Although I had to admit that I didn’t hate the addition of her presence as much as I would have expected to.
I carried a crate of tinned beans inside and she followed me with a box of dried pasta in her arms. Kyan and Blake were already heading back out to grab more and a smirk caught on the corner of my lips as I decided to let our little pet help me out with storing the food.
“Follow me,” I snapped at her, not bothering to check that she was as I headed for the door to the crypt and made my way straight down the stairs.
Tatum’s footsteps followed me as we descended into the cold space beneath the old church and I crossed through the gym as I strode straight towards the archway which led into the catacombs.
A few of the other students had asked me from time to time if I found it creepy to be sleeping above all of these dead people down here and my answer had been simple. I’m not afraid of the dead, I bet my heart is colder than theirs.
I led Tatum through the stone archway and the light from the room behind us gave us just enough to see by as I drew her further into the echoing space.
There were old prayer chambers located here before the catacombs began and I led the way into one of them before placing my box down. The space was big and cold, like an old school refrigeration system. And best of all, it was completely out of sight so no one would ever know about the food we hid down here.
I stepped back as Barbie placed her box down beside mine, my gaze lingering on the curve of her ass as she bent over. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but every move that girl made just screamed sex to me. I swear she could have been clipping her toenails and she still would have been able to make me hard.
“I want to show you something,” I said in a low voice as she straightened and turned back to me.
Her face was in shadow now and I liked the way the darkness kissed her golden skin.
“Okay,” she replied like she didn’t give a shit either way and I smiled menacingly as I turned and led her further into the darkness of the catacombs.
She didn’t voice any complaint, but I could feel the heat of her body almost touching mine as she moved closer to me. Didn’t she know that demons only thrived in the dark?
We continued along the short stone passage which housed the prayer chambers and came to a recess carved into the wall where the wax of old candles still clung to the brickwork and a hook held a set of heavy metal keys.
I picked up a flashlight which sat in the bottom of the recess and flicked it on, illuminating the wrought iron gate which blocked the way on.
“Legend has it, that before the catholics came and stole this land to bury their dead, the Kotari tribe used to use it as a burial ground too,” I said in a low voice as I stepped forward to unlock the gate and motioned for her to go ahead of me.
“The settlers did a lot of fucked up things like that when they came here,” she murmured, her chin held high as she fought the urge to be afraid of this place.
“They say that that’s why the ghosts down here are so restless. They’re caught in an eternal war for the place they were laid to rest in. This is holy ground and sacred land, but being both makes it its own special kind of hell. That’s why you can hear them wailing down here, begging for the torment to end.” As if on cue, the wind whisked through the passages, creating that soft, haunting whistle which plagued this place. During a storm it sounded like the catacombs were scr
eaming sometimes, if the wind hit the caves at the far end of this labyrinth just right.
“I don’t believe in ghosts,” Tatum said defiantly as I gave her a little nudge to make her turn into one of the burial chambers.
A large stone coffin sat in the centre of the space, the name Thomas Smith carved into the side of it. He’d died in Murkwell at the ripe old age of seventy two and had been the mayor back when there used to be a town here instead of a school.
“No? How about the devil then?”
She scoffed lightly just before I flicked the flashlight off and plunged us into darkness.
Tatum gasped and my heart leapt at the thrill of not being able to see her but I lunged forward, aiming for the spot where she’d been and finding her warm body just where I’d expected to.
I shoved her back against the coffin and her hands gripped my biceps as she cried out, the sound echoing beautifully in the caves surrounding us.
“So brave, Barbie,” I purred as I pinned her to the coffin with my hips and her grip on my arms tightened.
I kept one hand on her waist while the other still held the flashlight and her breath fluttered over my lips as she panted in fright. I could almost taste the sweetness of her mouth in the space dividing us and despite the fact that I couldn’t see a thing, I felt so aware of her body that I was sure I could lean in and find her lips without any effort at all if the notion took me.
“There are worse things than darkness,” she growled, her grip on my arms tightening so that her nails dug into my flesh.
“Not when it’s inside of you,” I purred.
“Do you get off on frightening people?” she demanded and I was guessing she could feel the swell of my dick driving against her, but the way she was parting her thighs made me wonder if she really minded that as much as she was trying to make out.
“I get off on testing people. On finding out what they’re made of and exactly what it takes to break them.”
“Some people will never break,” she growled.
“No,” I agreed, reaching up to brush my hand along her cheek and smiling to myself as I found it exactly where I’d expected. We might have been hiding in the dark, but my awareness of her was too sharp to allow for mistakes in that. “But everyone bends.” I pushed forward suddenly, forcing her back so that she fell onto the coffin, her back arched as she was forced to bend her spine and part her thighs further to allow for the movement.
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