“Please, War, I want your cock,” Scarlett whined as she continued to fuck Prescott whilst West had his fingers in her arse, preparing her for his dick.
“Do you? Mmm, I don’t know if you deserve it yet, slut. I think I need to hear you beg a little more.”
“Please, I want you so fucking badly. I need you inside me. Stretch me out… make it hurt, War. I need you to make it hurt.”
When she begged, it made it very hard for any of us to think straight. The sound of her voice was like a fucking beacon, guiding us to her, pulling the four of us under her spell. Our goddess would not be satisfied or tamed. She was as wild and free as her horsemen. She didn’t take no for an answer.
West gripped her hip and shoved a third finger inside her.
“You want the pain, slut? Are you thinking about that night when I made it hurt so bad you screamed against your gag, hmm? Did you like tasting yourself whilst I fucked you?”
“I loved it… every moment. Please give it to me. I want you to hurt me again, War. Break me.”
Drake looked at me with a raised eyebrow. We’d heard West say some pretty fucked up things to Scarlett since the night after she’d run to him. To hear her want it just as much. Well, our girl was full of fucking surprises.
“You’ve been such a good girl tonight. You did so well.” He stroked her back. “You deserve to get fucked the way you need.”
Releasing her, he poured the oil over his cock, coating it thoroughly, then pressed it against her. Scarlett cried out when he breached her. He didn’t give her any time to adjust, but she’d told him she wanted the pain. He shoved deeper, making Scarlett grip Prescott’s shoulder, her nails digging into his skin. He grunted and stroked her arms, trying to calm her as West impaled her completely on his dick.
He leant over her, ghosting his lips over her ear.
“That’s a good girl, you’ve taken us so well… now, little Scar, War and Pestilence are going to fuck you until you scream. Until you come all over our cocks from the pleasure and pain. Is that understood?”
She nodded, her eyes still fixed on Prescott’s.
“Good girl.” He straightened and gripped both her hips. “Let’s begin.”
Forty
Prescott
The feel of Scarlett impaled on both West and I was the highlight of my fucking night. Yes, I’d enjoyed all the death and violence we’d engaged in and ridding the world of Stuart Carver. But this moment with Scarlett? This was what I longed for. The times when we were all together like this. Where I could watch them fuck her and then take my fill of the woman we loved. The woman we’d devoted our entire lives to.
My little lamb.
West gripped the back of Scarlett’s neck, pulling her upright to press her against his chest. I wrapped my hands around her hips, directing her movements. West circled her neck and nibbled her ear.
“Make your tits bounce for Pres,” he told her. “Show him how much you want him to touch you.”
Scarlett let out a harsh pant, placing her hands on my chest as leverage. Then she was riding us harder. I watched the way her breasts moved with each rise and fall of her hips against mine. I couldn’t deny how fucking alluring it was, watching her use us for her own pleasure. Showing us exactly how much she needed our cocks inside her.
“Good girl, such a good little slut you are for us.”
She bit her lip, staring down at me with such intensity, it threatened to undo me. The way this girl loved us. The fierceness of it. The absolute pure devotion she had for us. It was fucking awe-inspiring. Everything we did was for her. Even this evening had been for Scarlett.
Yes, we’d killed Stuart, his wife and all his fucking staff because he would never stop coming after us. But we’d exacted justice for her. He’d abused our girl. Made her life a living hell. When she explained the extent of the damage inflicted on her, I’d been utterly incensed. The need to destroy everything Stuart stood for burnt in my veins. Soon, this place would be fucking ashes.
One of my hands left her hip and ran up her abdomen, stroking her bloody skin. Drake and his blood kink. Admittedly, watching him fuck her in it was a sight to behold. She was our queen, wearing the blood of our enemies on her skin. I may have been slightly hesitant before she told me to get naked, but now I was all in. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Scarlett and the boys. Nothing in this world would stop me from giving them everything they needed.
My fingertips grazed her scars. The ones painting a picture of the trauma she’d been through. Scarlett was so fucking strong. She was still healing, but you could see when you looked into her eyes, she would fight through anything thrown at her. We’d be right by her side as she did it. Our woman could take on the fucking world if she wanted to.