Chapter 13

Thirteen

My mother stays through Saturday night, and I know she's doing it to punish me… just a little.

In the morning, I have no trouble waking up, being fully dressed and caffeinated before her. Yesterday's tiny grocery trip got us through the afternoon and evening, but this morning, it's leftovers of Johnny's casserole.

"The boy can cook, I'll give him that," my mother says as she finishes up her slice of the dish. "And it's nice to see they've had no problem accommodating your preferences."

"They're pretty great." I don't use the p-word, even if I think it. Perfect is a red flag for her and if it leaves my lips, she might try to stay all week.

But my father called three times yesterday. I'm honestly surprised she didn't bring him with her. Theirs is that sickly sweet kind of relationship that makes others cringe… and has been the benchmark for what I've always wanted.

Maybe I can have that… times four.

Rolling her suitcase behind her, my mother heads for the door.

"I will be checking in." She looks at me to be sure I'm listening. "Often."

"I would expect nothing else."

"And I expect to hear all of the things, at the correct time."

"There's no guaranteeing this will conform to whatever timeline is in your head. But when those things happen, you'll know."

She nods, her jaw twitching. "In the end… if you love them, you can only follow your heart. But if they break it, I will come back and I will eviscerate them. We will need to figure out how to make this work with the coven. They are going to want answers."

"And they will get them. If I deem it appropriate."

She doesn't look happy at that pronouncement, but she hugs me, kissing my forehead and gets in her car, to head back to Salem.

I don't stick around the house for long. Slipping back inside, I grab the bag I packed last night and hop in my own car.

Luckily, there isn't a sheriff waiting to harass me when I pull onto the highway, and I make it to the guys' house, a little before ten.

But it's not the guys who greet me.

"Good morning, Mrs. Miller," I say with my cheeriest smile.

The woman is clearly on her way to church, heading down her steps as I head up theirs.

But she's not the woman I've seen so many times before. Her glare is dark, her teeth oddly sharp and she bares them at me. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting." I keep my smile locked firmly in place.

"You leave these boys alone, you little hussy. I know what you're doing to them and I won't let you drag them down to hell with you."

"I imagine that's a choice they can make on their own. I don't think you have a say in it." I know I shouldn't, but I smile at her again.

It only makes her madder and I take a step back when she shoves her hand in her pocket.

Her next muttered words contain so much malice, I literally go cold.

"Thou shall not suffer a witch to live."

"Mrs. Miller." Joshua's voice is sharp and commanding, like a man scolding a dog. It makes me flinch too. He comes up the steps behind me, groceries in hand.

"Oh hello, Joshua!" Her whole posture changes, her face softens, and if I had not witnessed it, I might have been fooled.

But this woman was a completely different one to the one who'd just threatened my life.

"I'm so glad to see you," she says with a huge smile. "I thought I'd drop by and ask if you boys wanted to join me at church today."

"We do not. And if you cannot stop yourself from verbally abusing our guests, I will put up a fence to keep you and your opinions on that side of it."

She draws back, shocked, as if she has no idea what he's talking about. "I don't know what she's told you, but—"

"I was right here, Mrs. Miller. I heard what you just said to her. And frankly, I could call the cops on you. That constitutes a death threat."

The woman pales. "I think you misunderstood me."

She doesn't look to me for help, and at this point, I wouldn't offer it.

"I don't think I did." Joshua shifts the paper bags he has in each hand and for the first time since I met him, he actually looks scary.

Mrs. Miller swallows, her eyes wide and I wonder how much of that inherent danger of what he is still exists in him now that I've claimed their wolves.

"I see…" She says, sounding as though she doesn't. And when she looks back at me, an unfamiliar darkness passes over her face, but it's only for a moment.

And then, she wishes Joshua a wary "good afternoon", and starts toward the church that's about a quarter mile north.

We watch her go for a long moment before Joshua says, "Sometimes these wolfy ears are a curse… sometimes, they're a blessing. What the fuck was that?"

"I don't know." But I might want to do the same spell I did on the sheriff to see if she's speaking on her own behalf… or someone else's.

I can't imagine a scenario where Aphrodite could get that close, and Anthony might be jealous, but that level of influence is beyond him.

Joshua leads the way up the stairs shaking his head and I follow, opening the door for him so he doesn't have to set down his groceries.

"Somehow I expected Johnny would be the one getting the groceries."

"If you cook, you don't have to shop or clean up. Which might be why he's gotten so good at it." He looks down the hall. "Why haven't they come to ambush you?"

I shrug, and drop my bag next to their shoes and follow him toward the kitchen.

The answer to his question reveals itself when three sets of eyes look up from the video game they're playing… with earphones on for some reason.

Chase pulls his off immediately, coming to scoop me off the floor. "You should have texted you were on your way."

I laugh and look past him. "You're losing."

"I was losing anyway."

"He plays like an old man," Thomas says, one of his headphones pulled to the side. "But he's a good sport about it."

"First thing's first. I want to apologize for my mother."

"You don't need to. She's concerned about you. We get it."

"We're not happy about some other things." Johnny turns off the game console and stands, stretching. "The whole ‘we could have killed you without knowing' thing is not okay."

"You should have told us."

I probably should have, but there's nothing for it now. "I didn't want it to influence your decisions."

"It would have." Thomas crosses his arms and his glare feels genuine.

"It's done." Joshua said coming back from the kitchen. "The only thing left to do is decide what punishment should be dispensed."

"Punishment?" My mind goes straight to spanking, but I manage to keep my mouth pressed tightly shut.

Thomas pulls me into his lap and brushes my hair back from my shoulder. "Why do you always smell so good?"

"Focus, Thomas," Chase says, snapping his fingers. "We've got plans to enact."

"I can't think of a punishment when I've got a hard on."

"Don't worry, it's only a punishment for her." Johnny grabs Thomas by the arms and pulls him back at about the same time Chase lets go of me.

There's a rift between us, making it very clear that it's them and me… not "us" right now.

"We have some rules."

I nod. "Rules are good."

"The first rule is that you do whatever the three of us say." Joshua says.

"Hey!"

He looks at Thomas, brows raised. "You're going to rush it. And you'll be happier when we don't."

He doesn't look happy about it, but he nods. "Fine."

"Second rule?" I ask, pressing my lips together as I wait for the answer.

"You don't get to come." Joshua's smile is sharp.

I blink at him, lips parting even though I don't know what I'd say.

"Not until we say so."

"And until then?"

Joshua's gaze rakes over me. "We have a little fun."

Chase and Johnny pull Thomas back to the couch and drag him down as they sit, squeezing him between them.

But Joshua keeps watching me, like he's making a plan.

"Stand right there." He places me where he wants me and then goes back to the couch, sitting down and watching me like the others. "Now… Take off your blouse."

I'd worn this one with the intention of getting it off quick… now, I wish I'd have put on something that took ages to untie. I want to spend hours with them looking at me like that.

Button after button, I crawl my fingers down the front of my blouse. Copper studs through cream fabric.

Thomas shifts when I reach the bottom, pulling the ends out of my skirt and slipping the sleeves from my arms.

But as it slides from my skin, Johnny clamps an arm around his shoulder and keeps him in his seat.

I drape it over the chair beside me and turn back, watching them. Waiting for their next command.

Chase leans forward on his knees, gaze ghosting over me. "Now the skirt."

There's a zipper at my side and I take hold of the tiny piece of quartz I'd replaced the pull with. I don't tug, I use only the smallest amount of pressure trying not to smile as I see Thomas' jaw tense.

So far, I don't think I'm the one being tortured.

But when the zipper gets half way down, the skirt slithers down me, pooling around my heels, and all four of them say their own little curse.

After Friday's fun, I'd foregone the underwear that match this bra, but not the garter.

Black lace cupped my breasts and outlined my waist and hips… But there was nothing covering me between the garter belt and the lace band of the stockings it held up.

"Scarlette," Chase says, but his sarcasm is definitely feigned. "Have you been a naughty woman?"

"I had my own plans." I run my fingers over my thighs where they peek out from the tops of my stockings. "But I like yours better… So far."

I take a step back, bending down to get my skirt. It might have been better to turn and tease them. But that wasn't what they'd asked for. So it wasn't what they'd get.

"The bra goes too," Chase says when I've laid the skirt overtop of the blouse. "But you can leave the rest on."

The rest is nothing at all, but I don't say that. I'm not about to argue when it's clear they're going to give me what I want… eventually.

I shiver when I place the scraps of lace on top of the rest of the pile. The way they managed to keep me warm…

The chill tightens my nipples, but it's the low growl coming from one of them that makes them painfully hard.

"Turn around." Johnny says, his voice tight, like he's restraining himself. "Feet shoulder width apart."

I know the next part even before Joshua says it. "Bend at the waist."

My hair tumbles down around my face, but I don't bat it away.

The cold washes over me here, too, and I clench so I don't squirm. But when they don't immediately tell me what's next…

"Don't move. Eyes forward."

I close my eyes instead, there's nothing to see but dark curls in front of me.

I barely hear the sound of the couch shifting over the rush in my ears and the rhythm of my heart.

But there's no mistaking the feel of one of their hands against my skin. Palms smooth over me, moving my hips, adjusting me, spreading me.

Someone else trails the back of his fingers down me.

"Are you always this wet for us?" Chase asks, too far away to have his hands on me.

"All I have to do is think about the way you look at me." I gasp as the hands on me tighten, opening me a moment before one of them drags his tongue all the way up me in one, long lick.

When he groans, I finally know it's Thomas. "She tastes like she'll beg for it if we make her."

I don't tell him he's right. They already know.

"We'll get to that," Joshua says from right beside me.

He takes my arms, folding them behind my back so each hand takes hold of the other elbow. I lean into the support he gives, needing something to hold on to as Thomas's fingers pull me wider and his tongue delves deeper.

"Do you want him to play with you until you come, wicked girl?"

"Yes." I nod, though I doubt any of them are paying attention to it. "Yes, I want that."

"Too bad."

But even as he says it, Thomas' tongue finds my clit and I can't stop the whimper.

And just like that, he's gone.

"You don't get to come on his mouth. You don't get to come on any of our mouths."

I wait for the "yet" that never comes. Instead, a different mouth covers me. The stubble makes it easy to guess who.

Johnny mumbles something against me as he takes his first lick and I don't hear what he says as he presses two of those big, blunt fingers into me, but Thomas laughs.

I can't when those fingers slide down to move circles around my clit.

It becomes a routine… just when I think one of them is going to keep going—that they'll be the one to take me over the edge—they switch. Each time, they leave me open to the cool air as it washes down on my from their ceiling fan.

The first time I squirm, trying to squeeze my legs together, Joshua slaps me on the ass. "You don't get to jump the gun, sweetness."

I don't know how long we stay like that: Joshua holding me up, Chase, Thomas, and Johnny taking turns pushing me higher and higher. Only to back off and switch places when I get close.

It's a sweet torture, and I bite my tongue to keep from telling them I hate them.

Because I don't.

Need has made my every nerve sizzle when they touch me.

This time, when Chase backs away, Joshua's grip on me gentles.

"Hands on the table, wicked girl."

I do as I'm told. Even if I wanted to argue, I can't speak between wanting and ragged breaths.

Joshua wraps his arms around my thighs, spreading me from below instead of above, and when his tongue delves into me, I'm already so high that his first stroke leaves me whimpering.

"Poor, needy girl," Johnny moves around squatting down in front of me, but on the other side of the coffee table. "You taste so good, we want to make it last."

He's fully dressed, and I know the others are too.

It feels absolutely filthy to be this naked, this open to them.

"Do you want Joshua to make you come, wicked girl?"

I nod, the movement a series of jerking movements, hair flying as I try to fight the shaky breath that threatens to keep my voice a broken mess. "Yes."

Johnny looks past me. "Do you think he's in a generous mood?"

"After what she hid from us?" Chase sounds pensive and I feel so completely outside of reality, I can't even imagine what he's doing.

Joshua doesn't give me time to worry about it. His attentions are rougher. He licks and sucks and doesn't give me a second to breathe as he pushes me further and further toward that edge.

And then…

He lets me go.

I nearly fall over from the loss. I'm so close it almost hurts .

But I don't argue and I don't beg. I'm a quiet, good little witch. Even if each breath burns in my chest… if each second makes me want to sob at the loss of them.

They move behind me, low words… coordinating, and I lick my lips, because I know there's an end. They can't keep going like this forever. Eventually, one of them is going to break… or maybe I will.

"You can stand up now, Scarlette."

Swallowing the whimper of relief, I do as I'm told, but that's all I do.

"Turn around."

Now I'm the only one wearing anything.

All four of them are on their enormous couch, not a stitch of clothing on them, watching me, hard, ready.

"Lose the rest, except for the garter belt, wicked girl. We don't want you tearing up those pretty stockings."

I step out of the shoes and unclip the stockings with shaky hands.

Sliding them down my legs is a slow process. I'm not doing it to tease, but because I don't know what else they'll do if I manage to snag one in my haste. I lay them over top of the skirt and turn back to them, clips swaying as I go.

Joshua crooks a finger and as I take the three steps that put me right in front of them, I realize Thomas really is having a hard time controlling himself.

He might already have gotten up if Johnny's hand wasn't clamped around the back of his neck.

"You don't get to come until you've swallowed each of ours first." Joshua holds my gaze when I meet his eyes again. "And then, only if we let you."

Chase is on the far left side of the couch and I look at him, I could make jokes about riding bikes and reading books… But I'm too keyed up for that.

I move to him, sinking to my knees between his legs, but when I reach for him. Joshua catches my hand and shakes his head.

"I only get to use my mouth?"

"You can use anything you want… except that pretty pussy."

"And if I come before all of you do?"

Joshua looks at me for a long moment and then down at the pile of their clothes a wicked smile touches his lips and he stands, digging through it to pull his belt from his pants.

My spine stiffens, but I don't have to object.

"That better not be for what I think it's for." Chase says, his tone pure menace.

Joshua shoots him a scathing glance. And I watch over my shoulder as he turns it into an approximation of handcuffs and loosely binds me up. "Hopefully that keeps you from doing something else we'll have to punish you for."

He lets me go and I turn back to Chase. He's taken himself in hand and is watching me. Carefully. His jaw is tight, his teeth clenched.

This is its own sort of spell. Its own worship. I take Chase into my mouth as a benediction.

I want .

Everything about these men makes me want and I have to stop myself from trying to break the rules.

I take him as deeply as I can before pulling back and looking up at him as my tongue swirls over his tip.

"Good girl." Chase's hand tangles in my hair and I wiggle against the sensation, clenching my thighs together, but Joshua's hand makes me flinch. A soft touch on my hip.

"None of that, Scarlette. Knees apart."

The whimper that leaves my throat wraps around Chase's cock, muted by that soft, slick skin.

"If you could see how much our little slut is dripping for your cock, Chase…"

Cold air brushing over me only makes it worse, and I take Chase faster, pressing deeper. But I have to come up for air.

Pulling back, I gasp and watch him, stroke himself as my chest heaves with each breath.

"Is there anything quite as sexy as blowjob smeared lipstick?"

"Yeah," Thomas says, "Her face when she comes on one of our cocks."

Johnny whispers something to Chase and Chase nods, spreading his arm over the sofa back.

I lick my lips as I watch Johnny stand and move behind me.

"Looks like you need a little help, wicked girl." He brushes his thigh against my shoulder as he passes and slips his hands into my hair. "How about we see how much fun we can have?"

His fingers tighten to a fist, and he guides my head back down, but not far enough.

I'm only able to kiss Chase, to lick him when I'd rather suck.

When I pull against Johnny's grip, it tightens and I whimper. "Please."

My words are a whisper against Chase's cock, the breath makes him twitch. And Johnny chuckles a moment before he presses me down, letting me have what I want.

It might look like Johnny's the one guiding me, but he's not forcing anything. At most, he's holding my hair out of my face for the others to see.

"Fuck." Chase says it in a long growl, somehow adding a few Hs to the word. "I'm going to come."

Johnny's lips are at my ear a moment later. "Are you ready to drink his come, wicked girl?"

I nod, the movement pressing him further into my mouth.

Johnny hums an agreement, his hand still tight in my hair, still setting the pace, and his other… He reaches beneath my chin and I feel the gentlest touch as his fingers coax Chase's orgasm from him in hot spurts that fill my mouth.

"Don't swallow Scarlette." Joshua says. "We need proof or else you'll have to wait and come back to him when he's ready for you again."

Johnny's hand gentles and I pull back when Chase has stopped jerking underneath me.

"Let's see it, wicked girl."

I have absolutely no idea what I look like, other than a mess as I open my mouth and let Joshua see Chase's come filling my mouth.

"Our wicked girl is being so good." Johnny brushes his thumb over my lower lip.

Joshua's smile is quick. "Swallow it for us, Scarlette. And then you'll get another treat."

I hold his gaze for a long moment before I do as I'm told. But I don't move to him next.

I turn.

Johnny's still right behind me, and it's his turn.

He takes hold of my head with both hands and guides me onto him. "Come here and wrap those pretty lips around my cock."

But he comes to me and I'm glad I don't have to move far on my knees. The rug isn't thick enough for the abuse they're already taking. But I'm not going to complain until I've gotten what I want.

And Johnny gives me what I want… to a point.

He holds me back when I would get closer. He keeps my pace slow when all I truly want to do is turn frantic, to ease the need within me.

And even as I take him into me, he doesn't let me take everything.

His fists are gentle, until I try to take charge, and when he tightens them, the pain pricks at my scalp and makes me want to adjust, to press my legs together and work on that sharp point of need I want to touch to ease the lust and desire and want. But I keep my knees as far apart as possible.

Letting him torture me just as much as he wants. As much as I no doubt deserve.

When I look up at him, his jaw is tense and I know he's close, but he pulls me off of him.

"I'm being selfish," he says, his grin as wicked as he likes to call me. "With a mouth like yours, how can I keep you all to myself."

He motions over my shoulder, and when his fist tightens, turning my head back toward the couch, it's Joshua's cock he leads my mouth to.

I see Thomas behind him. He's got his hands behind his head, his teeth clenched. And I wonder what he did to receive his own sort of punishment.

But I can't wonder for long as Johnny guides me over Joshua, just long enough to tease and then back to himself.

He uses me to play with Joshua and I'm more than happy to let him.

I hate that my hands are tied. I desperately want to touch them.

Joshua slides his hand into my hair alongside Johnny's, taking me away from him and making me look him in the eye. "Do you promise you'll never omit things again?"

I nod, because I don't have the breath to speak.

"Good." He steals what little I had left with a searing kiss and when he pulls back, his gaze is dark with lust. "Take the rest of your punishment, and you'll get what you need."

His hand, still under my chin, I open my mouth, just a little. Watching him. Waiting.

"Take what you want, beautiful." Thomas says it from the couch as he brings one hand down to stroke himself. "He'll stop you if it's not allowed."

I swirl my tongue over Joshua, flicking the tip and biting back a smile as his eyes close on a groan. But he only lets me get in a few strokes at the pace I want before he catches my hair in his fists again and slows me.

"You're such a greedy little witch."

I chuckle, wanting to prove him right at the same time I want to savor him.

When he pulls me back handing me over to Johnny once more. Chase watches us from the other side, lounging on the leather, completely at peace with his body.

His eyes lock on mine and I wish I could see this tableau from his point of view.

Or Thomas'.

When Joshua takes me back again, his eyes watch me with enough heat I can imagine the whole place setting on fire.

Quite suddenly, I'm sucking Joshua's cock for him.

That kind of desire is distracting, and when Joshua's hands tighten in my hair and he says my name as a hard, low curse, it's my only warning that he's about to come.

"Don't you swallow this one either, wicked girl." Johnny moves closer, his hand tracing over my shoulders as Joshua's face contorts in that pleasured pain.

I hold perfectly still as Joshua spills the last of his come into me and for a moment, I worry it's too much. That I won't be able to keep that unspoken promise. But when he pulls back, drawing his cock across my lips and spreading the last of it over them, I manage to keep it all in my mouth.

"Show me."

I turn to Johnny, mouth wide enough he can see, but not wide enough it will spill out.

"Good girl. Now, it's my turn." He guides himself into my mouth without giving me a chance to swallow.

"Why is that so hot?" Thomas asks from behind me, the words a groan.

But I have to swallow and my throat works over Johnny, making him groan too.

I'm not surprised when he comes a few strokes later. The back and forth between him and Joshua was a small torture for him too.

He pulls me tightly to him and his cock is so deep in me, I have to swallow immediately, there's no chance I could keep it in my mouth. He pulls back with a groaning sigh and the tiniest bit of him dribbles out onto my breasts.

With a chuckle from where he's fallen on the couch next to Chase, Joshua says "That'll have to be proof enough, won't it."

It's not much, but I scoop it from my skin and enjoy the sounds they make when I suck it from my fingertips almost as much as I enjoy the way the three of them look as they watch me turn to Thomas.

I walk to him on my knees, ignoring the sharpness, and holding my hands clasped tightly together so I don't try to wiggle them out of the belt.

He sits up, leaning forward to meet me. When he tips my chin up and brushes a kiss across my lips, he keeps going and slides his cheek across mine to whisper. "I like it with some teeth."

His hand had snaked around my back as he said it, and as he pulls away and the belt falls, I realize why.

Hands freed, I take hold of his thigh to steady myself. The loss of that restraint making me somehow unstable.

Thomas' muscles are tense under my fingers. His whole body seems coiled, but he doesn't attack. He doesn't even hold my head to guide me as I take him into my mouth.

Someone's hand ghosts over my back, pressing between my shoulder blades, and I shiver at the touch, moving closer to Thomas, taking more of him.

When I pull back, I graze lightly over him with my teeth and he shivers. His hands tighten in my hair, a sharp pain.

I like it, probably more than I should, and I repay him with my nails on his thighs. He chuckles in response.

He comes too quickly, and I'm a little disappointed. But he makes up for it, as he pulls me up him wrapping his arm around my waist and licking my lips.

"Not fair." I whisper against his mouth. "Now I don't have proof."

"I'll vouch for you."

Johnny chuckles from behind me, but Thomas doesn't loosen his grip so I can see where he is.

But I've done what I needed to do to get what I want…

"My turn?" I ask, shifting on him, trying to get myself lower.

He stops me and even though he doesn't look happy about it, he says, "You're still being punished."

I pout, but when he lifts me up, I have to bite back a squeal.

He places me on the recliner, purposefully draping my legs, one each over the arms. Placing me on display for all of them.

But he leaves me like that. "Get yourself there."

His hand leaves me, fingers dragging down the skin of my leg until it's gone, and then, I can't stop the whimper that comes with the loss.

"Just one more little orgasm and your punishment is over." Chase watches me from the couch, but he's moved forward, as if he'll stand at any moment, and I angle myself, wanting. I'm spun so tight, it won't take long to get there now. And if all it takes to get their hands on me again…

The first brush of my fingertips makes me twitch. Sharp, pleasured pain washes through me and I have to still my fingers.

"Who knew she could get so starved?"

I open my eyes and Johnny is on his knees in front of me.

I watch him as he watches my fingers. Licking his lips as I cover myself. It's only long enough to cover my fingers in the wetness there before dragging it back up to my clit.

Thomas mutters in the background, asking who's really being punished, and I have to screw my eyes shut as my nerves jump after each touch.

Each move of my fingers makes me twitch and after a moment, I can't stop the sob that has been threatening at the back of my throat. I need it and it's right there…

Johnny's hands smooth up the inside of my legs and I still, opening my eyes on a gasp.

"If you need help, wicked girl, all you need to do is ask for it." He brushes a knuckle over me and my hips rise to him without any conscious thought.

"Please."

Johnny's response is a brief chuckle, a half moment before his fingers slip into me, curling up to hit that perfect spot.

When the others touch me. Hands skimming across skin, it's all I need.

I come apart on a scream so loud, there's no chance the neighbors didn't hear it.

And when I come back to my senses, I'm curled up in Chase's lap, his lips on my forehead.

"Ready for round two?" Thomas asks, but he doesn't sound ready at all.

"Gentlemen. Have you forgotten? It is the Lord's day."

"He's not the one we want to worship."

"I meant, it's supposed to be a day of rest." I'm barely able to open my eyes.

"Maybe we should take this to the kitchen? Let Mrs. Miller see that her granddaughters don't stand a chance."

"We don't want her to have a heart attack," Joshua says, but he glances toward the back like he's thinking about it too.