Epilogue 2

Lincoln

T wenty years later

Fisting my cock harder, I groan as I feel my balls draw up tighter and tighter. The sounds of sweet whimpers and moans fill my office, and I'm going fucking feral for the way she's riding that dido.

Venomousking: You can go harder than that. Come on, Peaches, pretend it's my cock and cum around it. I want to hear you scream.

I type into the chat box of the live video feed. A private room just for me.

She looks over at the computer, her lips parted, panting heavenly. "Fuck," she moans, moving the toy in and out of her harder, faster.

Venomousking: Good fucking girl.

Seeing my girl like this, coming undone by my commands, never gets old.

After we had our last baby, Raven was starting to feel off. Once you have six kids all within a year apart of each other, it's hard to find time for anything or even have sex.

It took years before we started having the sex life we used to before the babies.

Now we're in a bigger house, a mansion if you will. Kids on one side of the house, the adults on the other. They know better than to make their way over to our side when the red light by the stairwell is on. Unless it's an emergency.

But seeing Raven craving what we used to have, I went back to the website she cammed on for that small period and sent her an email.

The look on her face when she saw Venomousking missed her and wanted her to come back was worth it.

Since then, every month I come to my office while she's at home, and we pretend we're strangers on the internet while she does every filthy thing I ask her to on that cam. It's our thing, something we share together, and it's still as fucking hot as it was back then.

Raven might be thirty-nine, but it's like she hasn't aged. She's fucking gorgeous and makes my cock rock hard every time I lay eyes on her.

"Daddy, oh god. I'm so close," she moans, and I curse, moving my hand faster as I lean forward. I'm close, so damn close, but I need her to cum for me first.

Venomousking: That's it, baby. Look at those thighs shake. Cum for me, Peaches. Shatter on that dildo like it's my cock.

She looks over at the camera, her free hand grasping her breast. My mouth waters, wanting to trace all those sexy stretch marks on her tits and belly.

When she reads what I've sent, she closes her eyes, arches her back, and lets out a scream that echoes throughout the room.

"Yes, God, oh fuck!" Her orgasm hits her hard, and the sight of her coming undone has my balls drawing up. I lean back, letting out a long groan as my cock twitches, cum shooting up and covering my abs. It feels like I fucking cum forever.

Breathing heavily, I see her look at the camera with a dopey smile. "Thanks for playing." She gives me an air kiss. "Goodbye."

Ending the live, I close my eyes and soak up the high of my climax.

"Oh daddy, harder. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" a mocking voice sounds from the doorway.

My eyes snap open, and I send a glare to Zayden. Pulling myself under my desk, I angle the laptop so he doesn't see anything.

"What the fuck are you doing in my office?" I snarl.

"Just came to tell you that I kicked the ass of that little punk-ass bitch who was picking on Clarke. Didn't expect to find you watching porn. I'm telling Mom. What kind were you watching anyway? She sounds kinda hot."

A slow smirk takes over my face. "That was your mother," I chuckle.

His eyes widen. "Well, shit. Go, Mom! I take that last part back, though."

"Oh, fuck off, you little shit." I grab the nearest thing I can get my hands on and toss it at him.

He ducks, cackling his ass off. "Love you too, Dad. Or should I say Daddy, " he moans the last part before disappearing out of the room.

I sigh heavily, leaning back in my chair. That kid is a mix between me and his uncle Hunter. Of all the kids, him and his twin sister, Mila, have been the most challenging. Mila is a mix of me and her mother. The two of them together, pure mayhem. We're honestly a little scared of them sometimes.

Cleaning up, I head out to the main part of the warehouse. Even twenty years later, Black Venom Crew is going strong. Our connections have stretched, taking over a good chunk of the west coast.

I'm nowhere near retiring, but when I do, I know the kid twins will take over. While all the kids accept the kind of life we live, they're the only ones who actively want to be part of it. And Andrew, of course. Without him, those two would be unstoppable, and not in a good way. I learned with Quinton, there's always a need for a level-headed person to make the hard decisions with logic, not emotions. Not that that has ever stopped me. Not when it comes to my family.

"You need to have a talk with him," I tell Andrew as I join him at the bar. He looks over at me, lowering his drink to the bar top. He looks so much like Quinton. If we didn't know any better, I'd say he was Q's biological son.

"What's he done now?" Andrew sighs.

"Beating junior high kids up."

Andrew nods. "Want me to tell him to stop?" He raises a brow, a small smirk playing on his lips, knowing damn well that won't do shit. Zayden does what he wants, everyone else be damned.

"Fuck no," I scoff. "The little fucker was messing with Clarke. I just want to make sure he knows to cover his ass."

Andrew's eyes darken. "Why won't people just leave Clarke alone," he growls.

Of all the kids, Clarke is the most different. He stays away from our lifestyle and hasn't stepped foot inside the clubhouse since he was ten. We had the same conversation we had with all his other siblings when they were ten. He accepted what we did, but wants no part of it.

And we supported his decision. He doesn't judge, loves us all the same, just wants no part in it, and we respect that.

While his siblings are more like his mother, uncles, and myself, Clarke is more on the softer side. He likes manga, anime, comics, and drawing.

But in a town like Black Ridge, that stands out, and is considered weird to the little shit stains of this place.

As much as I would like to have everyone in this fucking town fear me and my family, there's always someone who has a big mouth. For the most part, once they get into high school, they learn who's in charge.

"Tell Zayden to tell the little fucker he has one more chance before I pay a visit to his parents. Trust me, no one wants that."

I'm not as trigger-happy as I used to be, but people still know not to fuck with me and not to get on my bad side. I might not kill without reason anymore, but that doesn't make me any less deadly than I was back in the day.

With each damn kid, I think I've gotten softer.

Doesn't matter. They're my world and I wouldn't trade them, my Little Bird, or my brothers for anything.

Raven

"CLARKE, BABY, COULD you go grab me the tray of cupcakes?"

He looks up at me from his book and pushes his black rimmed glasses up his nose. "Yeah, of course." He smiles.

"Thanks, baby." I lean down and kiss the top of his head.

He looks so much like his father, Taylor. He's the spitting image of him.

Twenty years later and our little family is complete.

It's Fiona's seventeenth birthday today, and we're having a barbecue in the backyard. All the moms are here, as well as Dynika, her men, and their daughter who's Clarke's age, fifteen.

My eyes find the birthday girl and I can't help but smile. She's talking to one of her friends, her cheeks pink as she tucks her hair behind her ears. She hasn't come out to us yet, but I see things. She likes girls, and that's okay. I just want her to know that all we care about is if she's happy.

I've noticed more and more over the past few months everything with her has been all about her best friend, Amy. Amy's a good kid, and all I can do is hope she doesn't break my baby girl's heart.

Speaking of broken hearts, I search for Haisley and sigh. Poor girl looks miserable. She's hanging out on the lawn chair, drink in hand, with her knees up to her chest as she stares daggers at someone. I follow her line of sight straight to Andrew. He stands on the other side of the yard, talking to one of the twins' friends. A tall blonde girl who I really want to tit punch right now.

Not the best parenting, but I'm the only one who sees how Haisley looks at Andrew. It sure as hell isn't how a sister should look at her brother.

Things between them have never been like that, though. Andrew always has had this overprotective nature with Haisley. Even with them being close in age, they never had that bond. He was her protector, and she saw him as her knight in shining armor.

Their fathers don't see it, but about four years ago, when Andrew started really getting into the dating game, they became more and more distant. Their bond became strained. I'm not sure if Andrew sees how she feels, though. It's not something I have any right to get involved in.

"Hey, Mama Bear," Mila says, standing next to me. I look over and sigh, knowing that look.

"What did you do now?" I swear these twins are going to be the death of me.

"Nothing I did. It's what you did." She laughs.

I raise a brow. "What did I do?"

"Dad was jacking off in his office to videos of you," Zayden chimes in, moving to stand next to his sister, wrapping his arm around her. Mila laughs.

"Daddy kink, huh? Nice."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, not sure if I should laugh or be mortified. Things with these two are always complicated. And I can't be surprised seeing how they are the spitting image of their father and me.

Zayden has dark hair like his dad, and Mila has dirty blonde hair like me.

Link made sure he was the one who knocked me up after Haisley. He was beyond proud of himself when he found out that the twins were his DNA.

Then came Fiona with Travis's DNA. She looks like him with her jet black hair.

Then a year later came Clarke.

We tried and tried for another with Quinton's DNA, but after going to the doctor a year later, we found out his sperm count was low, and while there was still a chance I could get pregnant, he was okay with stopping. Six kids was a lot and he didn't feel the need to have one with his DNA. He said we had Andrew and every one of our kids were his in his heart. It took me years to stop feeling guilty and to realize he really was okay with it.

"I don't want to hear it." I can't help but smile. "You know what your dads and I do."

"God, do we ever." Zayden shivers in disgust. "And I wish I didn't."

"How about you shut up." I raise a brow, and then look at Mila. "You, get your friend away from your brother."

Her brows shoot up and glances over my shoulder. "Shit," she sighs. "When is that asshole going to wake up and see the best damn thing that's ever happened to him is right in front of his face," she hisses before storming over to them. I watch as she slaps Andrew upside the head.

"What the fuck was that for Meme?" he uses his nickname for her.

"For being stupid!" she huffs as he stares at her in shock. He mutters something, then stalks away. My eyes find Haisley, watching him go.

"Here, Mom." Clarke hands me the cupcakes.

"Thanks, baby." He smiles at me, gives Zayden a nod, then heads back over to his chair to read.

I place the cupcakes on the snack table. "You did what we talked about?" I ask Zayden.

"Made him piss his pants." He chuckles.

"Nice." I give him a high five. Not the best parenting, conspiring with your kid to get his brother's bully beaten, but no one fucks with my family.

"Don't worry, Ma. I got their back." He leans in, licks my fucking face, and then darts off cackling like the fucking joker.

"Gross," I groan, wiping at my cheek. Weirdo that one is.

"I bet if we made him go to see a professional, they would lock him up," Hunter chuckles. I grin up at him and let him pull me into his arms.

"Why do you think I've told his teachers to fuck off when they mention it." God, this man is still as fine as ever.

After the kids got past the hair grabbing stage, Hunter let his hair grow out again; this time it's longer, down to his shoulders. He's kept it this length because he knows I love it. Mostly when it's wrapped around my fists, using it as reins as I ride his face.

"Hey, Dove," Travis shouts. "Where do you want this?" He holds a tray of mini hot dogs.

"Over there." Taylor comes out of the house behind him and comes over to me, Travis joining us after.

"Nice turnout," Travis says.

"Yeah," I sigh. "Nice time to spend with family."

The guys all look at each other and smirk.

"What's that look for?" I turn in Hunter's arms to glare at them.

"Nothing." Hunter chuckles.

"Oh, Quinton is inside. He's looking for you," Taylor says.

"I'll be right back." I head inside the house and find Quinton sitting in the living room.

"There you are." I smile. My men sure know how to age like fine wine. "Taylor said you were looking for me?"

"Yeah." He chuckles. "I was told to deliver a message to you."

"A message?" My brows furrow.

"Yeah." He licks his lips. "You have a five-minute head start."

My eyes widen as my brain registers what he means and my body breaks out in tingles.

Without a thought, I turn on my heel and take off out the front door, running toward the patch of woods next to our house.

My heart pounds, the anticipation of knowing I'm being hunted right now makes my pussy ache and my nipples tighten.

It's been a while since we've played like this, and fuck, did I ever miss it.

I manage to make it to the little clearing before stopping to catch my breath. I dare to look behind me and suck in a sharp breath as my belly cramps with need.

Standing in the tree line are five masked men, just watching me. The predators and their prey. Their venomous queen and her dark soldiers.

"Come and get me, boys," I whisper to myself before taking off again.