Page 67 of To Claim A King
“There are no words for you, other than ‘good riddance.’ Fuck everything you stand for.” Blood dripped down her porcelain skin, and she was the most beautiful she’d ever been to me.
Aaron took his time, letting Antonio’s blood flow across his skin like water. He pulled two ribs to the surface, the sadistic look of pleasure across his features another reminder of how dangerous our man could be in the right circumstances.
“You will haunt him no more,” he said, but it was enough. This violent, romantic man was more than enough for me.
Together, we stared down at Antonio’s mutilated form, bones jutted out of his back like the wings of a bird in flight, admiring the picture of a broken man bound as a broken eagle.
Thick, hot blood coated my arms, up to my biceps, soaked the front of my pants, and flecked my beard. I welcomed the scent of iron on my skin, savoring the release of its significance.
Vengeance was mine.
Rough gasps of air faded to whimpers as my father—my mentor, my torturer—pitched forward, dead bodyweight tipping over the chair onto the dirt floor. I watched him with a growing lightness in my soul as the evil remnants of him leached into the soil.
We all watched in silence as he took his final breath, and held the quiet for another moment longer. Finally, I moved around the carcass and out the door into the darkness of night.
“Leave him to rot,” I called behind me. “He’ll be a warning to whoever comes to find him tomorrow.”
The stars lit up the mountainside so brightly, it was as if we could just touch the Milky Way. I ignored all of its beauty and tore off my Kevlar and all of my clothing, then bounded to the river to rinse off the remnants of my father’s demise.
Fully naked, I dove into the cool water, relishing the soothing balm against my heated skin.
The man who’d raised me to follow in his footsteps had hoped I would become fucked up beyond repair. Considering the way I’d just mutilated his body, he’d succeeded, but it didn’t make me loathe myself like many other actions I’d taken in his name over the years.
He’d used and abused me, damaged my soul and scarred my body. But for all his efforts, he’d failed to break me. I was still here, bonded to three other broken people with shitty parents and decades living for something other than their own wants and needs.
Antonio’s death didn’t just bring peace. It brought fucking hope. The target on our backs was gone—we could build a life without the fear of it all being taken away. I’dforgotten what true freedom felt like. I’d probably never had it. But tonight, I could taste its sweetness on my tongue.
Soon, three naked bodies glided into the water alongside me, their splashes the only sounds breaking through the hoots of owls in the distance. I dug my hands into the riverbed, using the sand and small rocks to exfoliate away the blood and debris on my arms, my hands and my face. Then I hauled my ass out of the rushing water to sit on the bank.
When Hillary waded out of the water to sit beside me, I roughly grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her into my lap. Her soft, wet skin glided across my crotch and instantly hardened my cock to stone. Fighting and fucking worked on the same chemical level, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins needed another outlet besides murder.
She turned in my hold to stare into my eyes, but I wasn’t in the mood for talking. Gripping her chin between two large fingers, I closed my mouth over hers and demanded entrance with my tongue, combining the sweet taste of freedom with the sweetness of her.
The soft moan in the back of her throat spurred me on. Her hands wrapped in my wet hair, and I released my grip on her chin to palm her ass, lifting her to straddle my lap and tease her heat with the thick, angry head of my erection. Warm arousal dripped onto my cock as she squirmed against me, desperately seeking friction against her clit.
I needed this woman more than I needed air to breathe. My partner, my lover, my Queen.
The sensation of being watched made the hairs on my neck stand on end, but not in fear. I cracked open one eye. Aaron and Lucky watched us from the river, lazily stroking their cocks to the same rhythm as our bodies.
I pulled my mouth away from Killer’s, the urgent need to fuck and fuck hard superseding every other rationalthought. “What are you waiting for?” I called over the soft rush of water. “Come join us.”
Hillary twisted in my lap to face them, breasts and bare pussy on full display, as they scrambled to kneel in front of us.
“Not really the time or place,” she let out on a groan as I reached out to tweak a pebbled nipple, “but I want to fuck every one of you tonight.” Another gush from her pussy soaked the inside of my thigh, and I shifted our positions to wedge my solid cock between her ass cheeks. She shivered in my hold, bucking up into nothing, desperate to be touched.
I’d touched this woman almost a hundred times this way, but tonight, it felt as fresh as the first time. New and exciting, like I hadn’t truly fucked her before now. Maybe because this timewasdifferent. I wasn’t just fucking her, I waslovingher, giving her everything I should have given her all these years. My body, my heart, and my demons on full display.
“I want to fuck every one of you tonight too,” Lucky admitted, his eyes never leaving the pink flesh of her hot cunt. Without warning, he lowered directly in front of her open legs, sticking his tongue out to lick her wetness; he sucked every drop from her clit to the edge of her puckered hole.
I banded my arms around her to hold her in place while he enthusiastically sucked her dry. Aaron and I watched, impossibly hard, but too into her pleasure to stop it for our own gain. Her whimpers and pleas erased Antonio’s screams. I wanted to hear them all make those noises tonight.
When Lucky came up for air, Aaron knelt on his knees before him, his thick cock jutting upward for Lucky’s lips. The Irishman didn’t hesitate, opening wide and hollowing his cheeks with the sticky sweetness of Hillary still coating his chin.
Aaron plunged into him, gripping the sides of Lucky’s head to fuck his mouth. He took no prisoners as he pounded against his tongue, his body shuddering with each thrust. I pressed into the crest of Hillary’s ass to release some of the pressure, bringing my hand around to gently rub the swollen nub of her clit while we watched the show.
These two men were beautiful in their own right. Strong and fierce, yet each embodied their own softness and didn’t apologize for it. They worshipped Hillary with the same devout spirit I did, and now I could see they worshipped each other with the same care.
Saliva dribbled down Lucky’s chin as he took each invasion without complaint, until Aaron pulled out entirely and hauled him upward into a passionate kiss. Their tongues collided like they were in the middle of battle.
