Filthy

by Katherine Rhodes

  “Mm, I taste Bastian,” I said.

  Fischer’s finger plucked at the back of my bra, unhooking it slowly. “Does this all make you happy, Wren? That the three of us are here, for you? Because of you?”

  “You’re here because I love you,” I whispered. “Lincoln is here because I love him. And Bastian is here because both Lincoln and I are falling for him. I know this isn’t normal, but I don’t think any of us were meant to be normal.”

  “I think you’re right,” Lincoln said, with a huff and gasp. “Holy shit, this is…”

  Bastian stood from behind Lincoln, wiping his mouth. “Jesus, I didn’t think I’d enjoy that as much as I am.”

  “You didn’t?” Lincoln asked, mostly boneless.

  Bastian helped Lincoln on to the bed fully. It wasn’t really a lift or a carry, it was more like a pour. Linc lay there, blissed and hard as a rock. Bastian’s eyes twinkled and before we knew it, he had Lincoln’s cock deep in his throat.

  “Fuck,” Lincoln yelled, arching. “Warn a gu—ahhh!”

  Fischer’s hand trailed up and down my back as we watched Bastian take his fill of Lincoln. I reached back and felt his excitement straining against his briefs. Smiling, I stroked him slowly. “I want this, Fischer…but I think that…”

  “Bastian needs you first,” he said. “No matter how much he wants to drive that dick into Lincoln.”

  Fischer rolled me over, and plucked the unhooked bra off, neatly folding it on the nightstand. He guided me up the bed, to nestle me into the pillows, pressing open mouthed kisses to my nipples.

  “Bastian,” Lincoln hissed. “You have to stop. Stop. Wren wants you. Wren always comes first when it comes to what we do in bed.”

  What? Why would he think that? I did want Bastian but…

  Fischer rested his head on my breast. “Always Wren first, Bastian. She’s our balance. Our key to sanity. What she wants, she gets. What she needs, we provide. When she demands, we submit. And for that, she is ours, completely and wholly. For that she helps us learn who we are, keeps us in check.” He lifted his head and after a quick glance at Lincoln, spoke again, “There is no line between good and evil. Only the balance that Temperance helps us find.”

  Bastian leaned on Lincoln’s hip, staring at Fischer. The quiet was not uncomfortable, but he broke it a moment later. “You killed Woodall. And Green.”

  Fischer nodded, just once.

  Leaning up on his elbows, Lincoln also nodded. “No legal system would have been able to convict them since they had judges and politicians in their pockets. And nothing would have stopped them.”

  He glanced between the three of us. “I want Barry. His ass is mine.”

  “I hope you mean that in a murderous way because I was kind of hoping that this ass,” Lincoln pointed to his backside, “would be yours.”

  Bastian wrapped a hand around Lincoln’s erection and stroked it slowly. “I plan on making it mine,” he said. “But our woman needs me right now. And you heard the alpha. What she wants, she gets.”

  “Ooh goodie,” Lincoln said, rolling over. “I got breast duty.” He crawled up to lay on the other side of me, joining Fischer in his feast.

  The jolt of sexual desire had me arching off the bed, feet planted, and hips up.

  Slowly and deliberately, Bastian crawled onto the bed, and then up toward me, spreading my legs wide to accommodate him. But he didn’t just slide himself inside me.

  He pushed Lincoln and Fischer to the side, away from me for a moment. He hovered above me, and stared at my lips, studying my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and finally leaned down. “I don’t understand everything going on right now, Wren, but I do know that I’m meant to be here with you and these two. Part of me will always belong to Victoria and my children, but just a part. The rest of me from now on is yours.”

  He kissed me. Long and deep and greedy, he felt like Lust personified in that kiss. He drew out every iota of want I’d had for him—from the first day I laid eyes on him in class so many years ago. He stoked it and built it. His lips, sweet and demanding, landed on the column of my throat and he kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled his way down to my stomach.

  As soon as he was past the peaks of my breasts, Fischer and Lincoln invited themselves back and latched on like two hungry octopodes—and I swear they had just as many hands, stroking and grabbing every part of me.

  One of each of their hands reached under my thighs, and pulled me wide for Bastian. He grabbed his erection and slipped himself up and down my sex, spreading his precum and my silk all over, taking the sensation of skin on skin to new heights.

  “Christ, please…” I managed to squeak out. “Please, Bastian.”

  He dipped down and lined himself up with me, and slowly, the magnificent cock I had seen Lincoln working with enthusiasm slid deep inside.

  A shock rolled through me. It was familiar and soothing and something deep inside unfurled, sending threads of a heated, thick power through the four of us. I could feel the three of them, their lives, their hearts, their minds, twisting around mine—and I knew they could feel each other through me.

  “Move,” I breathed. “Sebastian, move. Fuck me.”

  He did.

  …Wren writhed on the bed between them. Naked and sweating. It was Fischer who slowly slid himself in and out of her willing pussy, drawing out sounds of delight that were hard pressed to get out between the other moans she was releasing.

  Lincoln’s mouth was firmly fixed on one breast while Bastian’s was on the other. They both feasted on her, licking and sucking, planting open mouthed kisses on her nipples and skin.

  A moment later, Lincoln and Bastian met between her breasts and fused their mouths together, kissing and licking while their fingers found her nipples and her clit. She couldn’t tell who’s hand was where and moreover—didn’t care…

  “Holy shit,” Bastian and Fischer whispered at the same time, while Lincoln turned and grabbed his own erection in response to the vision.

  But it had sent all of us up into the stratosphere, and we were all close to coming. I grabbed Fischer’s hip and guided him so his erection was close to my lips. Lincoln did the same, but instead of my mouth, he reached up and threaded his hands through Bastian’s hair and pulled him down.

  As Bastian sank down on Lincoln again, Lincoln’s fingers found my clit and my lips found the crown of Fischer’s cock. We were just a giant tangle of limbs, a tornado of genitalia, and we didn’t care.

  Everything felt good, right.

  Fischer was panting, and I knew he was going to come soon. I reached up cupped his balls, rolling them softly.

  “Make her scream, Bastian,” Lincoln huffed, trying not to explode that very moment.

  It didn’t work for long. I felt Lincoln thrust up into Bastian’s mouth. I could feel Bastian swallowing everything Lincoln offered, and a moment later, thrust himself hard into me. Unrestrained, his libido lit up like a spotlight, his three hard thrusts into my pussy had him spilling his cum deep. And the climax he and Lincoln tore out of me sent Fischer over the edge—his cock spilling into my mouth. Not neatly, because he very much succeeded in making me scream.

  I swallowed, and swallowed again, but Bastian leaned down and helped me. “Shit,” Fischer breathed, watching Bastian kiss me and lick his climax off my lips.

  Lincoln was there again, and he and Bastian kissed. I let out a long, low moan watching them, then flicked my eyes to Fischer.

  “Lust?”

  “So much fucking Lust.”

  Bastian laid his head between my breast. “Can we just go with so much fucking?”

  Lincoln raised his hand. “Second!”

  Fischer laughed. “Motion carries.”

  Sebastian

  The compound Lily gave us the address to was down on the coast of Delaware. She told us to head out because she had to deal with the FBI since this was clearly interstate.

  We’d spent another two hours on that bed in all kinds of combinations. I did get
to own Lincoln’s ass after, and I had really enjoyed it. What made it better was Wren and Fischer watching from the chair as she rode him.

  The amount of sexual pheromones in that townhouse was overwhelming. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to look at that bed again without springing a hard-on.

  Lily’s call had brought us all back down to Earth, and had us sprinting to get our asses washed and dried and on the way.

  Before we split up, Wren pulled out an amazing black and gray blade that was—literally—otherworldly. Anjir. She said that her brother-in-law Hephaestus had forged it in Hades.

  My mouth sort of dropped open on that one.

  Fischer pushed it closed and pointed to the SUV we were going to be driving in as Lincoln hopped in his own new Audi crossover down the street.

  Miriam had decided that with Lily and two of my men going with me, she would stay behind with Laxmi and Lincoln.

  And now, we were parked down the street from the compound, trusting that the fuckers who lived on it didn’t take good stock of their neighbors.

  “This place is ridiculous,” Fischer mumbled. “There’s a goddamn formal garden over there. See it?”

  Wren and I looked over and in the moonlight, could make out the shapes of topiary bushes, fountains, raised beds, and formal walks. There were a few benches and some perfectly trimmed trees.

  “Are you kidding me?” Wren grumbled. “These pig-fuckers have a formal garden like they’re the kings of France?”

  “Think they shit in the halls too?” I asked.

  Fischer and Wren looked at me. I shrugged. “What? There were a few of the courtiers in the French court who just kind of did what they wanted where they happened to be standing.”

  Fischer turned his lip up. “That’s disgusting.”

  “Exactly,” I said.

  “Dominance and humiliation,” Wren murmured.

  “Also on the nose.” I nodded. “They did it because they had more power, they shirked societal standards and just shit where they wanted. And because they could, they did. And because they did, they had people to clean it up for them.”

  “No wonder the monarchy collapsed,” Fischer said. “People going around just shitting where they pleased.”

  “No different from the pig-fuckers who kidnap and train children to be sex slaves,” I said.

  Fischer pointed to the compound a hundred yards down the street. “Our own personal Versailles.”

  I grinned. “Then we’ll just play the part of Madame Guillotine, mais oui?”

  A vehicle crunched up on the road behind us, lights off. If it hadn’t been for the tires on gravel, we never would have heard it. The passenger side opened and Lily climbed out, walking over to us, and climbing in next to me in the SUV, swinging a bag in with her and closed the door quietly.

  “I love Teslas. They’re so fucking quiet. It’s like having a panther in the jungle in the dark

  “Come alone?” Wren asked.

  “The feds are supposed to be half an hour behind me,” she said. “I told them I would be ahead of them. They were coming from DC, and the roads aren’t straight out here.”

  Hoisting the bag onto her lap, she unzipped it. “I also made a few quick stops.” She pulled a mid-length sword out. “Your blade, m’lord.”

  Wren gasped when she held it out to Fischer. He grasped it, but Wren looked worried. “What about Bastian?”

  “Do you doubt me?” She reached in and pulled out another blade. A little shorter than hers, and far simpler, Lily hefted one at me. “Compliments of my big brother.”

  I wrapped my hand around the hilt and a shock rolled through me. The sword had been made for me—ages ago. This was not a new sword.

  Glancing over at Lily, I paused. “Wait. Your big brother? You mean…”

  “Heph is a good guy,” she said. “Very sweet. Loves to work with his hands. And that usually means forging things in the fires of Hell. Including the swords he made for the lot of you.”

  “How old is this sword?” Fischer asked.

  “Mmm. Not allowed to say,” she answered.

  “Which means, really really old,” Wren said. “Mine’s probably older and I don’t want to know, but I’m going to just be glad we have these.”

  “I have something else for you,” Lily said, opening the bag again. She pulled out a gun in a shoulder holster and offered it to Wren. “That’s yours. There’s a full mag, and I have two more in here.”

  “Sweet, it’s my Glock!” Wren immediately slipped it over her shoulders.

  I stared at her. “You know how to use that?”

  “I have concealed carry in New Jersey and PA,” she said. “I’m assuming that either the FBI said it was okay or we’re not letting them know I’m packing heat.”

  “We’re going to keep it on the down low,” Lily said. “Because…” She reached into the bag and pulled out two more guns and shoulder holsters. “You’re all carrying tonight.”

  I pursed my lips, while Fischer took the gun and strapped it on. Lily lifted an eyebrow.

  “Something wrong? You a conscientious objector?”

  “Well…” I rubbed my neck. “Do you have a rifle and scope perchance? I do better with those.”

  “Oh really?” she asked. “As a matter of fact, I have my sniper kit in the trunk.”

  “That’s more my speed,” I answered.

  She stared at me. “You’re serious?”

  “Four years in the Marines. Special forces.” I grinned. “How do you think a poor boy like me was able to afford school? It wasn’t through loans.”

  “Well, I’ll be right back with your new best friend,” Lily popped the door open and slipped out of the SUV.

  “You’re really a sniper?” Fischer asked.

  “Yup,” I nodded. “I put my time in, took out a few baddies along the way, and walked away. They wanted me for longer, but I was done. I wanted out. I wanted to be a doctor, so I split and used the GI Bill.”

  “Smart,” Fischer said.

  Wren was looking at something in the rearview on her side, glancing back once in a while. “I don’t like that,” she stated. “Something’s not right here.”

  “What?” Fischer asked, and looked in his rearview. “Oh, shit.” His voice dropped to very quiet. “There’s someone coming up on the back door on the driver’s side. Dressed in all black.”

  I dipped down and snagged the other gun that Lily had wanted to give me. I wasn’t good with handguns. They were too imprecise for me, but at close range, it didn’t matter. I looked at the one in my hand and pulled out the magazine. “Twenty-two? This is whimpy.”

  Fischer yanked his out and passed it back. “I don’t know what I’m doing with the caliber. Is that better?”

  “Three-eighty. Yup.” I passed him the small caliber in my hand. “You’ll do just fine with that. Now tell me when this bastard is lined up with that back door.”

  “Just about there,” Fischer answered, staring at the mirror.

  “Cover your ears,” I said.

  There two more silent seconds passed. “Now,” Fischer said.

  I pumped three rounds out of the gun, into and through the door of the SUV.

  “He’s down!” Fischer slammed the door open as Wren and I spun out of the vehicle on the passenger side. She shot the other guy sneaking up right in the knee, felling him with a yelp. He smashed his head on the ground and was out cold.

  “Ooh, you got some bad ass in you,” I offered quietly with a smile.

  “More than a little,” she answered, holstering her gun. She pulled out the sword, and held it down and across her body.

  All three of us popped around the trunk of the Tesla to find two men desperately trying to wrestle Lily into the trunk. She was kicking and punching and flailing as much as she could—so much so they couldn’t even get her wrists in zipties.

  “Hands!” I snapped, holding the gun out for them to see. “Up now! Let’s go!”

  They let go of Lily, but the one n
earest to us whipped out his own pistol and started to take aim at me and Wren.

  She sliced the sword up and out and a scream echoed down the street.

  His gun and his hand hit the pavement.

  Fischer yanked the man’s belt off him and quickly made a rough tourniquet just above his elbow. The man stared at the spot where his hand used to be and after a few whimpers, passed clear out.

  The other guy was staring at his buddy, and thrust his hands in the air. “I don’t get paid to lose hands. Fuck that.”

  Fischer motioned Lily off the lip of the trunk and Wren motioned for the other guy to climb in. I leaned on the trunk and looked down at him once he was settled in.

  “What were you doing here?”

  “I’m just here to make sure the road only has residents on it after midnight. We’re supposed to bring anyone else to the guard house and let Ms. Juniata know they’re here.”

  “Is Juniata here?”

  “Got here about two hours ago, with cargo.”

  “Cargo?” Wren hissed.

  “Vans. Two of them. Blacked out windows. I have no idea what was in them,” he said. “I’m a mercenary. I work for money. I don’t believe in the causes, just the cash.”

  “You,” Lily said, grabbing the trunk, “need a better system for vetting your clients. Those vans? Hold trafficked children.”

  She slammed the trunk closed as a disbelieving gasp and scream of “What?” filled the air. “I didn’t know. I had no idea. Fuck. Let me out and I’ll leave. I’ll do a lot of dirty shit, but I don’t do sex trafficking!”

  Lily knocked on the metal. “Then stay put.”

  “My guess is they already know we’re here,” I said. “What are we going to do? We have to get in there.”

  Lily tossed the rifle at me and I caught it. “We’re going to walk the fuck in. I’m going to let my agent know we’re in a position that it’s fight or lose the kids.” She pursed her lips, then raised her hand. “I’m not really supposed to show you this, but these are children and I’ll be forgiven for protecting innocents.”

  Her eyes went flame red and seemed almost to burn from within Her hand was slowly engulfed in a low, cool red flame.