Filthy

by Katherine Rhodes

  “He had a daughter,” Sebastian blurted out. “Did you know that?”

  That blew me back. “I had no idea.”

  “She’d be almost seventeen now. I only saw her once, She was a pretty little thing. I don’t know what happened to her, but she’s probably better off now. If she had gone to live with him, she’d be dead too.”

  “That’s the wrong way to look at it, Sebastian.”

  “Yeah, well, I got a dead wife and two dead kids,” he stated. “I don’t really see another way to look at any of this. Do you?”

  Grief was a bitch. How did I even answer that?

  “Don’t have an answer,” I whispered.

  “I didn’t think so. All the money in the world can’t repair my heart, because it’s dead. It bled out on the carpet of that bedroom.”

  I grabbed his hand with mine. It was big, warm, and there was a small callus where his wedding ring had rubbed against his palm for the past ten years.

  Sebastian stared down at our joined hands and a flurry of emotions flew across his face in succession: confusion, relief, delight, gratitude, horror, fear, betrayal, and disgust.

  Without warning, he stood, releasing my hand and headed for the door. “Thanks for the townhouse rental. As soon as I can get half a grip on my dead wife, dead kids and missing brother, I’ll be out.”

  And, I fucked it up again.

  Life – 2, Lincoln – 0.

  Fischer

  Lincoln made his way, step by step, up the stairs with the railing and the crutch. For just a moment I thought about installing an elevator to make it easier for him to get to the second floor.

  The brace and boot were temporary. He was already ten days into the healing process and had spent two of those days learning to walk with the boot and brace.

  Wren nudged me. “He’s fine, Doctor.”

  “He is a fine doctor,” Lincoln called back. “Nice ass, thick thighs.”

  I shook my head as Wren tried not to laugh.

  “You two really don’t…”

  “Baby, I’m all yours. I am not even the least bit interested in men,” I answered. “I mean, I know he has a fine ass, objectively, but I don’t need or want in.”

  Lincoln yelled back, “Your loss!”

  “It’s not!” I teased. “It’s yours. I’m fine without it!”

  He grumbled something as he finally reached the top of the stairs, and turned back to us. I pretended to wipe a tear from my eyes.

  “Look, Wren. Our boy can do it.”

  Repositioning his crutch, Lincoln shot me the middle finger. Wren laughed and walked up the stairs to him standing there. She dropped a more than suggestive kiss on his lips.

  “Are you cleared for that?”

  He looked down at me. “The only thing it has to clear is my boxers.”

  Oh, we were doing this.

  “Gross!” Ellie screamed from the kitchen. “I’m going to the library! Text me when you’re dressed!”

  I trotted up the stairs after I heard the door slam in the back of the house, and wrapped my arm around Wren’s waist. I peered over at Lincoln. “You good?”

  “How many more weeks do I have with these damn things?” he grumbled as we crutched through the hall.

  “Five,” Wren said as we managed to maneuver into our bedroom.

  Lincoln maneuvered himself to the bed, and dropped the crutch on the floor next to it. “I hate that thing.”

  I closed the door behind us, and lifted an eyebrow at Wren. She had a thoughtful look on her face, and I had the feeling that was trouble. The smirk that followed confirmed it.

  “Well. It looks like it’s my turn to tie you down, Mister Foster.”

  Whipping his head around to us, he looked shocked. “What? What do you mean?”

  Wren nudged me and I knew exactly what she was planning. I walked to the closet and pulled out the wristbands that we usually used on her to keep her on the bed.

  “What… I… No. I mean…”

  Lincoln was adorably flustered. Even I could admit that. I handed the cuffs to Wren and she crawled on to the bed.

  Damn that was hot.

  She slipped her hand up Lincoln’s side, snagging his shirt and dragging it up his body. She pulled one arm out and slipped the cuff on his wrist, wrapping the rope around the column of the headboard. She climbed off and moved to the other side, repeating the motions, and finishing it off by slipping his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor.

  “You can’t move,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re not allowed by order of the doctors. So, I’m just going to make sure that you listen to doctor’s orders.”

  I pulled the Queen Anne wingback to the edge of the bed and settled in. I did love when I got to watch the two of them.

  “You tied me down,” he breathed.

  “I did.” She reached for the Velcro on the side of his brace. She unfastened it and loosened the brace just a little. It was enough to unsnap the athletic pants and slip them up and out of the brace. She refastened the brace. “Doctor’s orders.”

  A moment later, she pulled the fasteners on the other side of the pants and left Lincoln laying in nothing but a jock and his brace and boot.

  “Ooh.” Wren smirked and ran her hand over the front of his jock. “I like this.”

  He looked a little lost at the other end of the ropes. He liked to be in control and most assuredly was not at this point. It was kind of fun to watch him sweat.

  “Mmm, let’s see here,” Wren purred as she followed the straps around his body. “Ah, ha. I knew you’d make this easy for me.” She twisted her hands a bit in the back and elastic straps popped open. “I do like this.”

  Peeling the fabric forward, she lifted the cotton off his body and revealed the hard cock she was looking for underneath. Wrapping her hand around him, she pumped his shaft slowly a few times, then let go and shimmied backward.

  I would still have argued I had the better view during that shimmy.

  Standing up, she shucked her shirt and pants. She gave me a grin and then crawled back on to the bed.

  I unzipped my pants and pulled my own cock out. It was way too tight in there.

  “Uhm… Wren? What…what are you doing?” Lincoln looked really nervous.

  “Pleasuring you,” she hissed, wrapping her lips around his nipple, and cradling his balls.

  “The doctor was serious about me—”

  She covered his mouth with her hand and rose up a bit. “Lincoln. Will you shut up and let me enjoy myself? I’m not going to hurt you, I’m not going to strain your leg. You might rather like this.”

  “I like it,” I said, raising my hand.

  She looked back at me over the crest of her ass. “You’d better get naked, Fischer, because you’re going to be up at bat in a few minutes.”

  Oh, yes. I knew where this was going.

  Lincoln shut up, thankfully, and let himself sink into the covers and pillows. Wren took her time nibbling and sucking and licking her way around his body. A few whimpers and moans of delight escaped him as she worked her way around.

  I could not deny that I loved watching her with Linc. I loved the way he worshiped that body of hers, and the sweet sounds she made when she came. Other people might think that I was whipped, cuckolded—but there was no air of that in this bedroom. At any point, I could climb up on that bed and join in. Help him tease and delight her.

  I just really liked watching.

  Stroking myself slow, because I didn’t want to come yet, my eyes were fixed on Wren’s pert little ass in the air as she worked her magic on Linc. She lifted his bad leg carefully and moved it just a little to the side. She shoved his other out and away, and crawled in between his legs.

  “Do you know how much I have missed your taste in my mouth, Lincoln?” She dragged her tongue from the base of his dick to the tip and flicked it across the top, licking off the drops of precum. She moaned a bit and closed her eyes.

  “Shit,” Lincoln breathed. “I mis
sed that filthy mouth.”

  “You make it filthy,” she said.

  She swallowed him down in one move, all the way to his root. Lincoln groaned and arched his back, and huffed, desperately trying to get himself back under control. I chuckled. I’d been there, under the spell of that hot mouth moving over my erection. I’d had to start naming the nerves in the neck to keep from blowing instantly.

  His lips were moving, and I raised an eyebrow.

  “Federal reserve regulations,” he snapped. “Jesus her mouth is amazing.”

  “So is her ability to deep throat,” I agreed.

  “Ngh. Shit.” He let out a blast of air. “Christ, don’t stop baby. Are you going to fuck her or what, Fischer?”

  Wren wiggled her still panty-clad ass at me. I stood and shucked my pants quickly, pulling her little cotton briefs off her butt and nibbling on the firm cheeks. I pulled my shirt off, and reached forward, plucking her bra open as well, slipping my hands up her body, uncovering them, letting her breasts spill into my hands.

  I teased her a bit. That was the only disadvantage to this particular position. Neither Linc nor I were in a position to handle her tits, and we both greatly enjoyed that. But it was difficult like this, so I slid my hands down and grasped her thighs, pulling them apart.

  She was at the perfect spot at the end of the bed. I lifted her legs just a bit by her thighs, and fitted myself against her welcoming pussy. I grasped her hips and pushed myself inside.

  She made a sound that could have been oh fuck if her mouth hadn’t been full of Lincoln’s dick. He jerked because the vibration of her throat tripped down him and landed in his balls.

  Wren worked her mouth up and down him as I worked myself in and out of the warm welcoming heat of her depths. I took my time. I enjoyed the silken sensation of her heat over and over on my cock.

  “That’s it, baby,” I cooed, leaning forward. “Make him feel good. Show him how much you missed him.”

  Lincoln’s fingers fisted in the cuffs—which after sharing this woman with him for the past three months, I knew meant he was going to come soon.

  I was actually disappointed that I didn’t even feel the slightest wiggle of homosexual attraction. Lincoln was hot, and I had no doubt that he would be amazing in that capacity. And while I was just fine admitting I loved him, it was platonic and brotherly.

  Shared over our shared woman. Who was a filthy little creature in this room. We both loved that.

  Wren was cresting up as well, and I reached for her clit as I started to move more quickly in her. She lifted up and off Lincoln, and gasped, “God, yes, you’d better come inside me, Fischer.” She licked the head of Linc’s cock like it was a lollipop. “You too, Linc.”

  “Not a problem,” he gasped, tightening his fingers even more.

  I watched as her mouth and tongue swirled around his length, teasing him. She dipped her head down to his sac and sucked each of his balls into her mouth alone, swirling them.

  She swallowed him down again—and I watched her finger dust over the hole nestled between his cheeks.

  “Oh, fuck!” he yelled and Wren hummed as she swallowed his cum, enjoying his climax on her tongue.

  The ripples of delight that traveled through her, tightening her channel around me, brought me that much closer. With a few flicks of my finger over her clit, she drew her head back from where she was still laving Linc’s dick and let out a shuddering moan.

  “Fuck, yes!” she managed, and came hard around me.

  The pulse of her pussy around me again did me in and I came, long and hard, pumping myself into her welcome heat.

  Wren dropped onto Lincoln’s stomach, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. I managed to flop on to the bed and release one of Lincoln’s hands from the cuffs.

  “Welcome home.” I grinned.

  “Mngh.”

  Wren

  Fischer and Lincoln both stared at me. They traded looks with each and then once in a while looked over at Ellie, but it always landed back on me.

  Finally, Lincoln stood and limped away from the table, running his hand through his hair. “The twins. The two little kids that I thought I randomly picked from a sex auction, are part of this mess?”

  I nodded. Ellie nodded as well.

  “They’re versilange?” he asked, again.

  “That’s what we discovered,” Ellie said. “Linc, I don’t want those two involved in this anymore than you do. They’re kids. Even more than I am. They’re just getting their lives back.”

  A knock on the back door startled all of us, and Fischer went to answer it. Lily, Laxmi, and Miriam walked in, sitting down at the table.

  “Gang’s all here,” Fischer said, and slid in to the seat next to me.

  “The twins?” Lily asked.

  “With their tutor in the library.” Lincoln pointed vaguely in the right direction. “I told them to stay there for the day, so that’s about two more hours.” He seemed oddly contrite.

  Lily pulled the leather sheath and black handled sword from behind her. “That thing is uncomfortable to carry around.”

  “Why…is there a short sword on the table?” Fischer asked. “Are we expecting hobbits?”

  Ellie just rolled her eyes, and I shook my head. “It’s mine, apparently. I haven’t touched it because Lily said it’s going to trigger me and she didn’t want me in public for that.”

  “What did you see? At the table?” Miriam asked. “We all saw the spark and I know you had to have seen something. We all felt the time jerk, and then the After trying to crowd through the rip.”

  “Sebastian felt it too,” I said.

  Lily let out a sigh at the same time as Miriam. I still didn’t know what Lily’s part in all this was, but she’d just turned up with a sword that was supposed to be mine. I guessed it was big.

  Ellie explained what we saw in the vision, and I just added on a few details here and there. “But who is Melchior?” she asked, looking at Lily and Miriam. “You’ve told me more than you’ve told Wren, which is bullshit, by the way, but you never mentioned Melchior.”

  “He’s an angel,” Laxmi answered. “Not a very nice one.”

  “Yeah, got that impression,” I mumbled.

  “The twins,” Lincoln said.

  “They’re apparently light versilange,” Miriam said.

  “Oh, apparently,” he grumbled.

  “They’re just kids,” Ellie repeated.

  Lincoln nodded. “And they’re just getting back on their feet. There’s still more therapy they have to go through and I’m not willing to pull them into any of this shit before—”

  Fischer rested a hand on his. “Linc? We’re on the same page. They’re kids. They’re our kids. They need to grow, and they don’t need to be brought into this right now. We’ll keep them safe.”

  Lincoln slumped back in the chair, and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re right. Of course, you’re right. Always the fucking voice of reason.”

  “Not always.” I smirked.

  They both blushed beet red.

  I wasn’t even being specific, and both of their heads went to sex. I laughed.

  “Okay, now what’s going on with the sword here?” Laxmi said, clearing her throat and the air from innuendo. “You pulled that out back at Shank’s—”

  “Are we still able to go to Shank’s after that?” Ellie asked. “My mother was concerned she’d lose access to her favorite chicken cheesesteak.”

  I lightly punch her shoulder. “You’re a shit.”

  “But she’s not wrong,” Miriam said, tipping her head. “You’re kind of obsessed with the place.”

  “Screw you both.” I laughed, pointing at each of them. “It’s Philadelphia. We’re supposed to be obsessed with cheesesteak.”

  “As long as it’s not Pat or Gino’s,” Fischer grumbled.

  “How dare you bring up those names!” Lincoln snapped. “Get thee behind me, Satan!”

  “Or at least get thee a pork sandwich from John’
s,” Lily mumbled.

  Whatever just happened was exactly what we needed. We all collapsed into a fit of laughter, all trying to catch our breath.

  Ellie motioned to the sword on the table. “Okay, tell us about this sword thing. I know Wren wished she had a flameblade the other day with the twins, and you’re offering this…thing.”

  “An anjir blade,” Miriam reminded us.

  “Right,” Fischer said. “Obvs.”

  Lily snorted and shook her head. “It’s a titanium and obsidian blade. And since were going for the truth here, this was forged in the fires of Hell by Hephaestus.”

  My eyebrows shot up my forehead. “Excuse me? Not only is Hell real, but a fucking Greek god is also a thing?”

  “Yes,” Miriam said. “Heph is a nice guy. Demon. God. Whatever. He’s an immortal. He likes working with his hands and the anjir and flameblades are his. He makes other stuff, too—”

  Lincoln held up a hand. “Hold on. I’m still dealing with the Hell is real thing. There are actual hot fires there?”

  “Hell is one aspect of the After,” Miriam said. “And After is really just a convenient name for us to call it. It’s a whole other realm and I can’t even begin to explain it. There’s an immortal aspect to all creatures, and that part is pulled to the After. There are some of us,” she pointed to herself, then Laxmi, “who are from there and we can move between here and the After. But if you are born here, you can only pass to the After. With exception.”

  I knew she was talking about Ellie. And now the twins, once they were awakened.

  “So a lot of the historical gods you might have heard of were probably born or created in the After,” Miriam finished.

  “This sword,” Lily said, pushing it into the middle of the table, “was a…” She was stuck on the words. Pursing her lips, I could see the internal battle to say something.

  It hit me like a bolt of lightning why she hesitated. Whatever she was about to say was going to change everything. Touching the blade would just wedge all of that into position.

  Lily finally lifted her eyes and stared right into mine. “This was a gift to you from Hephaestus after the Awakening.”