I caught hold of her and dragged her into my lap as I kissed those sinful lips and her hands roamed down my chest with the most delicious slowness.
I cupped her ass, not really listening as Saint started telling the others what to do, but Blake's hands brushed against mine as he took the job of peeling Tatum's panties off, drawing her up onto her knees to do it.
"I said, on your back, Nash," Saint growled.
I didn't move but Kyan suddenly grabbed my shoulders and forced me to lay down beneath Tatum and I would have cursed him for it if I hadn't been caught up in the taste of her lips against mine.
"If you won't listen, you'll have to be punished," Saint warned, sounding pleased about having an excuse for that, but if he seriously thought I'd let him spank me he had another thing coming. "Sit on his face, siren, take from him, don't give."
Kyan seemed to think he was the harbinger of Saint's commands because he instantly grabbed hold of Tatum and lifted her from my lap, moving her to kneel over my face instead. But if Saint really thought it was a punishment for me to get to devour her sweet pussy then he had me all wrong.
Tatum gasped as I gripped her ass and lowered her down onto my mouth, running my tongue up her centre and finding her clit with ease. I kept my eyes open, looking up at her as she pawed at her breasts and moaned for me, my tongue moving back and forth as I tasted her desire and sought out her pleasure.
Kyan moved in front of her, teasing her breasts free of her bra while leaving it on her so that the folded down cups pushed them up into prime position for his mouth and she moaned even louder as we worked on her together.
I kept my grip on her ass as I rocked her against me even more firmly, encouraging her to ride my face as I fucked her with my tongue, licking and devouring like I was starving for every taste.
Blake moved to kneel behind her, kissing her neck and reaching around to toy with the nipple which wasn't in Kyan's mouth as she moaned and fell apart between us.
My cock was straining with a desperate need and the louder she moaned, the harder I chased down her release.
"Open wide, siren," Saint commanded and her moans were muffled as Kyan stood in front of her, releasing his hard cock and driving it between her lips.
He gripped her hair, fucking her mouth as she dug her fingernails into his ass and dared him to do his worst, taking his cock to the back of her throat and moaning for more. And if our girl needed more then I'd happily give it to her.
I rocked her against my face again and pushed my tongue inside her sweet pussy, lapping and tasting her before returning to her clit and sucking hard.
I felt her come as she screamed around Kyan's cock and she ground down against my mouth as she rode it out.
"Take her first, Blake," Saint growled and she was suddenly lifted from my face, giving me a view of him as he watched us, his cock so hard in his pants that I could see the full outline of it straining for release. But the bastard was denying himself, watching the show and no doubt planning on stepping in at the last minute like the crescendo of this song we were writing. "On her hands and knees. Right where you are."
My eyes widened as Blake laughed, placing Tatum down so that her knees were either side of my hips and her hands landed by my ears.
She gave me a heady look as she was repositioned over me and I leaned up to kiss her as Kyan dropped down to kneel behind my head.
As Blake drove his dick into her, she cried out, biting my lip and making me groan before Kyan took hold of her hair and tugged her head back, breaking our kiss and giving her his cock again.
I dropped back down flat, looking up at the show as her tits bounced above me while Blake and Kyan spit roasted her right on top of me. Maybe I should have been pissed, but the sounds escaping her made that impossible as her ecstasy laced moans filled the air.
I arched up to suck on her nipple, my hand reaching down and finding her clit too, giving it some much needed attention while Blake fucked her hard and fast.
Saint got to his feet, moving to stand beside us, reaching out to caress her before striking his hand down on her ass. She came harder that time, her whole body tensing as Blake slammed into her harder and harder before finally coming too with a low groan.
Kyan being the asshole he was didn't give her a minute to catch her breath, still driving his cock between her lips even as Blake pulled out. I slid my fingers around her slick pussy, stroking gently and massaging her clit again.
"Enough, Kyan," Saint barked and Kyan cursed him as he withdrew his cock from Tatum's swollen lips, leaning down to kiss her roughly instead, his hand closing around her throat and making her moan again.
Saint moved behind Tatum, encouraging her to reposition so that she was straddling me as he drew her hair back behind her ear and ran his mouth up her neck.
"Do you want more?" he purred, holding onto her hips so that she couldn't sink down onto me.
"Yes," she gasped, her eyes on mine and full of need.
"Say it clearly," he commanded, and she bit her lip.
"I want Nash to fuck me until I can't breathe," she said huskily as Saint unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.
"And?" he prompted.
"And I want you in my ass," she added, her eyes flicking left and right to the other two while Saint tried to contain his grin. "And I want to satisfy Kyan and Blake again too. All of you. Together."
"Good girl," Saint growled, pressing her down to take my cock and I fisted the base of my shaft to position it for her as he moved away to find some lube.
Blake and Kyan drew in on either side of us, reaching for her breasts and kissing her neck while I teased her with my cock, rubbing the head back and forth along her entrance, rotating it against her clit and making her pant.
When she finally couldn't take any more, she caught my wrist to stop me and sank down onto my dick with a moan of pleasure.
Her fingernails bit into my chest as she started to ride me and I thrust my hips up to meet her, driving my cock in deep and loving the way it made her gasp every time I hit the right spot inside her.
Kyan and Blake continued to kiss and touch her, worshipping her like she deserved, and I loved seeing her like that, surrounded by us and overwhelmed with pleasure.
Saint returned, his pants finally gone as he slicked his hard cock with lube before moving behind her to give her what she'd asked for.
Tatum leaned down, kissing me possessively as he moved his dick between her cheeks, pushing into her with aching slowness and making her cry out as she adjusted to the fullness of the two of us inside her at once.
I could feel him too, the thin flesh dividing our bodies not disguising a thing, yet somehow I liked that, knowing that we were giving her so much at once, working together just for her.
"Look at you, baby," Kyan growled as he took in the sight of us. "You're so fucking perfect."
"This is perfect," she panted. "All of us."
Before any of us could reply to that, she pushed herself up and Saint leaned back to let her. Blake and Kyan moved either side of her once more and she moaned as she took each of their cocks in her hands and they began kissing her again, teasing her nipples and making her throw her head back in pleasure.
I started to move faster, finding the perfect rhythm with Saint to make her scream for us while Blake rubbed her clit and Kyan wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.
We became this living, breathing embodiment of pleasure as we found a natural rhythm to each other’s movements, each of us working to destroy our girl while she brought us to ruin in return.
No matter how much we gave, she just kept demanding more and soon I was fucking her deep and hard while she screamed an orgasm and her pussy clamped so tight I had no choice but to follow her into it.
Saint pounded into her a few more times before snarling like a beast and thrusting in deep as he finished and Blake groaned as he came too, capturing her lips in a lingering kiss while she rode out her orgasm.
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bsp; Kyan laughed like a triumphant douchebag as he snatched her out from between the lot of us and placed her down on the bed to our right. He tossed her leg over his shoulder and drove his cock into her with one hard thrust that made her cry out again.
He was an animal like always as he claimed her roughly, slamming into her faster and faster until he was spanking her ass hard enough to leave a handprint and the two of them were coming loudly while the rest of us just watched.
Kyan kissed her almost sweetly as he took her leg from his shoulder and she smiled in that sexy, satiated way I fucking loved as she looked over to the rest of us too.
He rolled off of her and we all moved together, pulling bedding in around us as each of us found a way to touch her in our tangle of limbs. We drifted off beneath the stars, safe in each other's company for the final time, because I got the feeling that tomorrow was going to be the end in so many ways. I refused to believe we wouldn't survive it, but I knew everything would change because of it. And though I was more determined than I'd ever been to make certain those changes were for the best, it was hard to fully believe that there wouldn’t be at least a little bad.
I groaned as I woke up, the obnoxious sounds of birdsong ringing out all around us and something hard driving into my ribs.
"I swear, if that's your dick, Kyan, I'm gonna punch it," I mumbled as I pushed myself up and found that it had actually been Nash's elbow. Cock crisis averted.
I snorted at my own internal joke and swiped a hand over my face as I looked around at the sleeping Night Keepers and our girl. My eyebrows went up as I found Saint still asleep in the centre of the group. Tatum had her head laid on his chest and his arm was curled around her as he held her close. I wasn't sure I'd ever woken up before him until this moment and he looked weirdly peaceful in sleep, despite the fact that he'd told me more than once that his demons haunted him most during the night. I was certain he hadn't been lying about that. Which left only one possibility for his current contentment and that was the girl wrapped tight in his arms.
I wondered if she even knew how much we'd all needed her. Probably not, because we hadn't realised it either, but now that she was here, rooted so deeply into our lives that I knew we'd never be able to untangle her again, I couldn't help but see it all the time. Our damage had been a potent, violent thing and though she clearly couldn't just come along and wave a magic wand to fix us, she'd given us something so much better than that. A future with light in it. Something to fight for. A love we couldn't have ever imagined and a bond we couldn't live without.
I made a move to get up, my knee knocking against Kyan's leg and he growled as he rolled over. "No, Davie. If you don't stroke its tentacles just right, that squid is gonna slither right up your ass and give you an enema to boast to your grandma about."
I had been going to let Saint sleep longer while I made a start on packing up our shit, but of course the meticulous bastard had set an alarm and bang on time, Claire De Lune by Debussy filled the tent, pouring from his cellphone. He'd brought enough charger packs to make sure the thing didn't die on him during our trek through the wilderness so I shouldn't have been surprised, but I probably should have found his phone and switched the damn thing off the moment I woke. That might have set him off though, so despite the fact that it was going to ruin his cute ass little snuggle with Tatum, I didn't make any attempt to grab it now.
Saint's eyes opened and Tatum groaned as she buried her face against his chest, trying to hide from the day.
"This is it then," Nash muttered as he pushed himself to sit up too.
"By nightfall, my father will be dead and yours will be safe," Saint said, looking me straight in the eye to show he truly believed that and I nodded.
"I hope so," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose as I forced my head into game mode.
I'd been tossing and turning all night worrying about what was happening to my dad, but now I just needed to focus. Freaking out about the situation wouldn't help him and it could just fuck everything up.
Warm hands slid around my neck as Tatum crawled into my lap and I opened my eyes to find her there, her hair all tousled from sleep and a grey t-shirt covering her slim frame which I was pretty sure belonged to Kyan.
"This is going to work," she swore with such certainty in her voice that I couldn't help but believe her.
"It's going to work," I agreed firmly, leaning forward to kiss her and seal that promise because she was right. It would work. I refused to consider any other outcome. I was born a winner and I wasn't going to start losing today.
***
Despite us seeing Troy's winter home before we camped last night, it had still taken us the full day to trek down into the valley and through the forest to reach it.
It had started to snow around midday and had slowly begun to settle all around us so that by now it was several inches deep. We'd stashed our camping equipment in the trees before closing in on the house and as we stood looking at it from the edge of the forest, we had nothing on us but our phones and weapons as we lurked in the dark.
"I still believe the wine cellar is the most obvious place for my father to be holding your dad," Saint said in a low voice as we looked at the dark building. Light spilled out from the edges of a few windows where curtains were drawn, but that was the only signs we'd seen to say anyone was in there.
"We get him to safety first then finish this," I murmured, saying the plan out loud for my own benefit. We'd gone over it plenty of times and I knew that we were going to prioritise my dad's safety over everything else. But I wouldn't be able to settle this frantic pounding in my chest until I was certain he was okay.
"Let's do this then," Kyan growled, his fingers curling into fists as the bloodlust in him showed.
"Follow me," Saint commanded and he took off without another word, slipping through the trees to avoid leaving footprints on the freshly fallen snow as we circled around towards the left of the house.
Tatum was right behind him and I moved to her left while Nash was on her right and Kyan behind her. We didn't need to communicate about our positioning like that. Each of us knew she was the most important piece to our puzzle and whether she liked it or not, we were always going to protect her in whatever ways we could.
It finally became impossible to stay off of the open ground which ran up to the rear of the property and Saint led the way out from beneath the trees and across the lawn. I just hoped no one noticed our footprints in the snow before we'd either done what we'd come here for or they were covered once more by the falling flakes to hide our passage.
We made it to a door partially hidden beneath a stone arch at the corner of the property. The wooden door was bolted and secured with a heavy looking padlock like Saint had predicted and Kyan pulled the handheld blowtorch from his pocket before lighting it and aiming it at the lock.
I looked around cautiously as the sounds of the dark forest behind us filled the night, listening out for anything unnatural amongst the call of owls and branches rustling in the wind.
"Are you sure this will work?" Nash hissed as the seconds ticked by and nothing but the low sound of the blowtorch filled the air.
"I've got it," Kyan growled.
"It will work," Saint added, his tone brokering no arguments.
"Shit, I love it when you guys go all criminal on me," Tatum purred and my lips twitched with amusement.
A click sounded from the lock and Kyan cursed as he used his hunting knife to move the burning hot metal off of the latch. As the padlock hit the snow, it hissed, steam rising around it and I stepped over it as I hurried to follow the others inside.
"This way," Saint murmured, leading us down a long, dark corridor which he'd told us was intended for use by the household staff.
Nash closed the door silently behind us and we were plunged into darkness so I had to squint to make out the shapes of my family around me.
After a couple of twists and turns, Saint pulled open another door and we headed after him down
a set of brick steps. The scent of stone and dry wood filled my nostrils as we headed lower and lower and when we finally emerged in a huge wine cellar, Saint flicked on the lights.
I looked around at the oak barrels and racks of priceless wine and frowned. "I thought you said he'd be keeping my dad down here?" I demanded as my heart began to race. Because if he wasn't here then he could be anywhere in this fucking enormous place and I didn't like the idea of us making ourselves known before we could be certain he was safe.
"There's a room at the far end of the cellar," Saint said in a hushed tone, leading the way on as he pointed to the wooden door in question. "It's where he likes to sit and sample the wine when he selects a bottle."
"Fuck me, that might just be the most pretentious thing I've ever heard," Nash muttered and Tatum giggled.
"The point is, that room has a heavy door with a lock and can be heated, so I would hazard a guess that it's the most secure place to house a prisoner in the building. Not taking into account the extension my father had built, because I don't know the details of that." It was clear that fact pissed him off, but I wasn’t going to get into it with him over that again.
I tried not to let his words worry me, focusing instead on the fact that my dad was most likely behind that door right at this moment.
I broke into a run, unable to hold back a second longer as the need to see him consumed me. I'd already lost one parent, there was no way I was losing another. No fucking way.
I swallowed thickly as I ignored Saint's warning growl, forcing the rest of them to keep pace with me or get left behind.
I reached the door, quickly unlocking the bolt on the outside, grabbing hold of the handle and wrenching it open, too excited to find it unlocked to even question it being so damn easy.
The others were right on my heels as I burst into the small room and a relieved laugh burst from my lips as I found my dad sitting there on a foldout bed.
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