Gideon had a big fucking mouth. He spilled everything. Mattan’s big secret, my glowing eyes, and that he thought Heaven had gifted me. He slung his arm around my shoulder like he thought I was one of the boys and dubbed me the fifth Horseman. It sounded a lot like he just dumped me in some Horseman buddy club friend zone.
Clearly, Oma saw something I was missing. She was giving all four Horsemen epic grandmother stink eye. Her eye landed on me, and I shifted uncomfortably.
“If they get fresh with you, you smack them and remind them why they are here.”
Oh, Oma, I wanted them to get fresh with me. I wanted them to get ass naked and kinky with me. Lizzie pinched my arm because I must have been in the kinky fun zone instead of paying attention.
“Does any of that help us stop them?” Lizzie asked, saving my ass again.
“Well, we’d know if Drake was honoring the truce if The Four Horsemen were watching the computer again instead of staring at my granddaughter that way!” my Oma snapped.
Chase was the furthest away from me and hopped up to get his laptop. “He’s got to be pretty stupid if he thinks we haven’t found his accounts yet.”
“Maybe not,” I pointed out. “They probably had no idea the Horsemen know computers this go around and Mattan probably thinks Lizzie and I are too poor to have computers. We still have phones, and we both completed high school.”
“We probably knew about Twitter before that shit head did because we weren’t stuck in a cat,” Lizzie snapped.
Lizzie was practically glowing, and Natalia wasn’t there. I wondered what was up and I needed alone time with Lizzie. I knew I wasn’t going to get it quite yet. Ariel proved handy to have around yet again.
“What about the Mark of the Beast? Isn’t Drake supposed to have it? Would Mattan have a faint one? Does anyone know what the Mark is?”
Bash just snorted. Lizzie’s signature snort was getting contagious. “I wouldn’t put it past that little wanker to be tattooing 666 on his forehead because he thinks it makes him more goth. The Mark of the Beast isn’t a birthmark or something that would announce Drake or Mattan as the Beast. Drake is going to be looking for someone, a false prophet to build up his followers. The false prophet will have his followers put the Mark of the Beast on them to signify they follow Drake. The Mark is supposed to be his name, but Drake may go in a different direction.”
Now it was my turn to catch the snorting. I was starting to wonder if the whole room was getting hexed to be put into hogs like Drake was put into that cat.
“Doesn’t anyone know the name rule? I’m sure it works with the fucking Antichrist too. Pretty much as soon as you become psycho enough to tattoo someone’s name on your ass or worse, your forehead, they are going to feel the stalker vibes and run,” I said. How did no one know this? Even if you didn’t have any ink on your skin, it had to be common knowledge that putting someone’s name on your skin permanently with divorce rates and commitment-phobes today was going to be stupid.
“I don’t think Drake decided to go for Incels just because he was pissed about not getting laid because he was stuck in a cat,” Chase said. “I understand it because I’m the Horseman of Conquest. Drake needs an army of angry followers who subscribe to an ideal he can twist. A misguided, horrible idea he can use to his advantage. If Drake and his chosen prophet get them on his side, they will think it’s an honor to tattoo the mark. As the number of people with Drake’s mark grows, the more it will inflame his ego. Your name rule doesn’t work with the Antichrist.”
Well, fuck. It still counted a little, and we had a plan. We would ruin Drake’s little Incel army before they even had a chance to tattoo his fucking name on their asses. We had videos and all his social media sites. We were missing something very important though.
“Who is the false prophet?” I asked. “If we out Drake, he’ll still have the false prophet behind him.”
“Drake isn’t stupid, even if he’s been stuck in a cat for twenty-four years,” Gideon said. “Drake is going to network. He’s not just going to recruit the Incels. I will bet money Mattan has a role as a prophet in some sort a business sector and he’s giving Drake and his follower's legal advice not to get caught.”
My shoulders slumped. The apocalypse was so fucking complicated. Every time I thought we had a plan, Drake had more trickery and plots. Oma scowled at Gideon when he started playing with my hair then she scowled at me when I turned into an instant wad of putty.
“You forget, we’re watching Drake and Mattan. We can see all Drake’s private messages. He hasn’t been human long,” Bash said. “You can’t just post an ad on a job site for a false prophet. Use your head before becoming hopeless, Tabby. Drake and Mattan have to convince people to follow Drake, and with all the cynicism in the world today, that is going to take time. No one is going to believe either of them if he says he’s the Antichrist. The Church of Satan doesn’t even believe in Satan and would think he was full of shit if he approached them claiming to be the Antichrist.”
I realized I was just freaking out for nothing. Well, not totally nothing. My twin was the Antichrist, and I now had superpowers. But the apocalypse wasn’t going to happen overnight just because I released the Horsemen. I didn’t even have three thousand twitter followers, and I’d had an account for ages. Lizzie had some sort of cult following on Instagram because she posted photos of all the outfits she made. She really could have made more money sewing than she did bartending, but both of us were too neurotic about money to quit our job and dive into the unknown. Even Lizzie didn’t have the followers Drake would need.
We still needed to move quickly, but we had time.
Chapter 22
My grandparents all had to leave for business meetings, but they wouldn’t leave until they were content I didn’t have any questions they could answer, the Four Horsemen swore to my Oma they were going to behave, and we all watched Mattan and Drake. They promised to come back in the morning to see if they could answer anything I might not know and they wanted to spend time with me.
Drake spent most of the day on the computer. There were several men he was talking to, but he appeared to want to know details for one particular man. He was looking for a man named Hannibal Bates Even if Lizzie hadn’t told me he was sort of a god to the Incels, his name creeped me out. With a name like that, he was probably a budding serial killer who snuck into women’s houses and stole their panties. He probably had a collection of toenails and liked to talk about how he wondered what human flesh tasted like over family dinners. I was guessing he still lived in his parent’s basement in a room surrounded by fast food wrappers.
Drake wanted Hannibal as his prophet, but it didn’t appear like Hannibal wanted to give him the time of day. We watched Mattan too. He wasn’t doing anything sinister, but he was moving money around to different stocks and posting on stock forums. Chase seemed to know the most about what Mattan was up to. Mattan was trying to find a way to manipulate the stock market and the people who invested.
We watched until they both took a break for their nightly escort visits. The Horsemen understood me and Lizzie’s connection and shooed us away to just record what we needed. Lizzie had been antsy and glowing at the same time all day. We needed to talk. Natalia was gone all day, and I wondered if they had fought. I tried to pull Lizzie to my bedroom, but she told me she would be right back.
She came back with a million garment bags. Did Lizzie have time to sew in the middle of the apocalypse?
“Lizzie, what’s going on? What’s with all the clothes and why wasn’t Natalia with us today?”
Lizzie practically shrieked. “She’s planning our first date. A date instead of sneaking into someone’s apartment. She said she was making reservations, so it’s probably got classy food and shit instead of the places we normally eat at. Odelia was trying to help me figure out which fork to use. I still don’t understand why there’s more than one. A fork is for putting food in your face. Why does there need to be a different one fo
r the salad than there is for the main food? It’s ridiculous! They all work the same, and you still get full even if you grab the wrong fork.”
I grabbed Lizzie into a headlock hug and just laughed. “Fuck the forks. You’ve got a hot date with someone who cares enough to take you out for once. How do Esther and Odelia feel about the two of you dating?”
Lizzie moaned. “They are practically planning the wedding. How are things with your hot Horsemen?”
“Lord, girl, Zed would give you a run for your money with your claim you can finger a girl better than anyone on the planet.”
“Ha!” Lizzie snorted. “That’s because I’d never finger you, you wench. Have you decided on Zed or are you still being a greedy bitch and want all of them?”
I explained to Lizzie what would happen if I chose just one and that I probably wanted all four of them for a reason. She just nodded like she understood.
“Why am I not surprised magic vagina is the only thing that can kill a Horseman?”
“Lizzie!” I shrieked, shoving her arm. “I think there’s more to it than that. It’s something about a broken heart, not a supernatural STD.”
“So, Gideon got you off with all your clothes on, and Zed has magic fingers. Who is guarding you tonight? Maybe Zed and I can talk about the trade secrets of fingering.”
“Bash is guarding me tonight, and he swears he’s got oral skills.”
“If you start telling me they are better than mine tomorrow, I’m going to swear you’re just being mean.”
“Hey, you’ve got gorgeous Natalia to impress, not me. I’ve seen you in the morning with your hair everywhere and your face melting off because you went to bed with your makeup on again.”
“I’m going to need some help with the runt,” Lizzie said, leaning back on my bed. “I swear, she’s like my Mini-Me. She wants to find Drake’s Incel followers and blow fire on them. She’s pissed, and she’s going to get careless.”
“We’ll all help with Ariel. Now, I believe you have a date to go get ready for.”
Chapter 23
I spent so much time with Lizzie trying to pick the perfect custom dress for her date, by the time we had decided, she was rushing out the door, and the Horsemen had all taken up guard duty. Bash was guarding me tonight, and I believe he threw a gauntlet about his oral skills. I grinned and headed up to my room. Maybe now that they all agreed I was connected to them, I could also get laid tonight.
My jaw dropped when I threw open my bedroom door. Bash was sprawled out on my bed in a very tiny, black leather G-string. He was pale as fuck, but I guess that was because he was Death. Death looked really hot in a thong. I went sprinting towards my bed and practically tackled him. This was cause for celebration.
“Finally, I get one of you to take your pants off,” I growled, going to pull that G-string off.
Bash caught my hands and clucked his tongue at me. “You’re still not getting dick from any of us until the apocalypse is over. We still don’t know what will happen.”
“Then why are you in that thong?” I wailed. The Horsemen were such muffin muzzles. I wanted dick, damn it.
Bash gave me this evil grin and pinned me on my back. He held my hands over my head with one of his and licked the tip of my nose. I normally would have found that disgusting, but I guess Death in a thong could make it sexy.
“Payback, Tabby. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your corsets getting lower and your skirts getting shorter since you decided you didn’t want to put those sexy boots up our asses.”
“Well, clearly, you all have balls of steel because none of you will get naked with me. And now you’re torturing me,” I pouted.
“Oh, honey,” Bash chuckled. “You’ve got the Horseman of Death in bed with you. I’m going to show you exactly why they used to call the orgasm la petite mort. You won’t be pouting when I’m done with you.”
Bash didn’t even give me the chance to give any type of witty retort back. He crushed his lips to mine, and I parted my lips when I felt his tongue wanting to enter. I got a little light headed. Bash kissed totally different than Gideon or Zed. With Gideon, there was this explosion of passion he always held back. Zed took his time when he was kissing you, like he had all the time in the world to pleasure you. With Bash, it was like this all-consuming kiss where he took a part of my soul with him. I was panting when he broke the kiss.
I couldn’t move at all. Bash had my hands pinned over my head and most of his body weight on me. I wondered if he was going to tie me up like Zed did. I was all for being tied up and tongue fucked if that’s where Bash was headed. His eyes roamed down to my cleavage. Maybe I had been going overboard with my corset choices lately. I normally didn’t wear them around the house and every day, but I was trying to snag four Horsemen with a death vagina that could kill all four of them.
Bash kissed the tip of my nose and climbed off me. My eyes immediately went to the front of that leather G-string. He was lucky he moved away from me because the outline of his cock was so promising I was about to rip the damn thing off with my bare hands. I had no idea what the fuck he was doing when he left my bed and went and sat in an overstuffed chair. He had a remote ready and queued music.
He leaned back and started stroking that huge bulge under the thong. His eyes were hooded as he stared at me. Maybe I would get him naked.
“You spend so much time getting in that corset and those boots in the morning. I want to watch you get out of them.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “You want a striptease? What do I get? You already said you aren’t taking that thong off.”
“I felt you last night, remember? I spent forty-five minutes trying to take a cold shower and ended up jerking off three times before you were finished playing with Zed. You know full well all four of us have skills to please you without taking our pants off just yet. Be patient, my lion.”
Bash would get his striptease, but I was doing it my way. Bash tried to make a point about my clothing by teasing me with his little thong. Maybe he didn’t know I worked at a strip club and after dragging tips out of horny men, I wrote the fucking book on teasing. Bash was getting his striptease with a little side of Tabitha revenge. Maybe I’d even get that thong off him.
Bash picked my favorite music to do a striptease to. He had a playlist of Dark Cabaret, and I knew every song. My skirt was tiny. I danced over to Bash and put one of my fuck me boots right at the side of his face.
“Unbuckle my boot with your teeth,” I ordered. Zed may have tied me down the night before, but trust me, I’d fully explored my dominant side in addition to my submissive. I liked what I was in the mood for that night, and I was in the mood to fuck with the Horseman of Death tonight.
I didn’t take Bash for being submissive at all. I wanted to rile him up. I was shocked when huge, bald Bash who looked like he crushed skulls outside one of the goth clubs I visited groaned and went to work on my buckles with his teeth. Was the Horseman of Death my puppy tonight?
Apparently not. Bash undid the buckles on one boot, yanked it off, then forgot all about that striptease he wanted. He growled and picked me up, carrying me over to the bed. He was the one that took my other boot off and unlaced my corset. He was grumbling about laces and buckles the entire time.
“I love seeing you in this getup, but it’s a pain in the ass getting you out of it. Next time we do this, can you wear something without so many laces?”
“Next time we do this, can you be totally naked?”
Bash peeled my corset back and buried his face in my breasts. “I want to be naked with you as much as you want to be naked with me. It’s hard waiting for us just like it is for you. We just have thousands of years of history to think about before we do anything about it. We all are ninety-nine percent sure being with you is not going to kill us, but it’s the one percent we need to worry about until Drake is taken care of. You could help by not bringing it up all the time. We want it too; we just have to wait.”
“I know,” I groa
ned as Bash planted kisses all over my breasts. “I know why we have to wait. I know my vagina could be poison for all of you. I know I should be focusing on the apocalypse. It’s just when I’m around all four of you, it just feels like that’s what we’re supposed to be doing.”
Bash started focusing his attention on my neck, giving me little love bites. “I can’t tell if you’re just a horny little minx or you’re onto something. I don’t want to talk anymore, Tabby. I’ve been thinking about this for days. All I’ve wanted is to make you scream.”
Bash was a biter, and I loved every minute of it. I wanted him to kiss me again. Bash hadn’t even used those special oral skills he bragged about, and I was begging for his kisses. All the Horsemen had kissing skills better than anyone I’d been with before, but I craved Bash’s kisses right now. I wasn’t thinking about kinky fivesomes. I was solely focused on the pale, muscular man in my bed who took my breath away when he kissed me.
Bash indulged me and kissed me for as long as I wanted. He finally pulled away and gave me this evil grin. “I promised to kiss you in other places too. Can I make you scream or do you want me to keep kissing you? Your wish is my command.”
I wasn’t feeling dominant and wanting to torture Bash anymore. I wanted a little more of Bash’s brand of torture.
“Fuck, Bash. You bragged of skills. Show me everything. Surprise me.”
Bash chuckled and started kissing his way down my belly button. “Never ask the Horseman of Death to surprise you, even in bed. Hold on tight, little lamb. You’re in for a hell of a ride.”
Bash didn’t even give me time to react. He yanked my ass up and threw my legs over his shoulders. He set me back down gently, but seemed to want my thighs wrapped around his head. He even gave me a love bite with his face buried in my pussy. His little bites were driving me crazy. They were just hard enough to hurt a little and mix pleasure with pain, just the way I liked it.
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