21. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Skyla

V incent got home last night from his job. That's what he calls it, at least. To be honest, I don't ask, and he sure as hell doesn't tell me. All I know is that what he does for the Brethren is violent, and he doesn't like to talk about it. I have an equal amount of curiosity as I do the desire to remain ignorant.

All the guys have essentially moved into the house at this point, and though Asher and I were snuggling in each other's arms last night, that didn't stop Vincent from slipping into bed behind me.

When I woke up, Asher was noticeably absent, and Vincent was already awake, running his fingers through my hair.

"Good morning, Siren."

I smile at him softly, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"Good morning. How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," he answers, as his tattooed hand tangles with my blonde strands. "Did you have a good night?" he asks, his voice tighter than before.

"I did, how about you?"

"Coming home to you made it worth it," he says, before pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

Smiling, I roll over so that I'm facing him, those silver eyes looking at me as if I hold all the secrets to the universe.

"What?" I laugh.

"Hm?"

"You're staring at me very intently. What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" I ask as my fingers play with his hair, pushing it back so I can see him.

"You're just perfect like this, sleepy and comfortable. Safe in my arms."

"And no one else around?" I guess.

"Exactly," he hmphs, as he buries his face into my neck.

We're both quiet for a few seconds before he speaks again.

"I'm beginning to suspect that you'll never choose. That given the choice, you wouldn't."

I swallow, as I think over his words.

"You're right, I don't think I could."

Vincent nods like he expected that but doesn't say anything more.

"How does that make you feel?" I edge.

He releases a rough breath, before he pulls his head away from my neck to look at me.

"I fucking hate it."

I can't help but laugh at him; the man is like a pouty toddler.

"But sharing you is better than not having you at all, I suppose."

"You sure about that?" I ask, semi-teasing, but also kind of hoping he will drop this idea that I'll just run away with him one day.

His eyes flick back and forth between my own as he speaks.

"I'm getting used to it. It's not in my nature to compromise; you have to give me some grace here."

A chuckle escapes me as I nod, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I know, and I know how unfair it is of me to ask you to be okay with it all. If you came to me and said that you had fallen in love with another woman. That you wanted me to share you with her, I'd—"

"Never be put in that position," Vincent finishes. "Ever. All I see is you; all I breathe is you. You rule my entire world. I have no doubt you'll rule my afterlife as well. Everything, forever, is you, Siren."

My heart skips a beat, literally. His words are so raw, so perfect, that it affects my current heart rhythm. Before I can even attempt to formulate a response, I feel his lips dust against my forehead and then again to my nose before moving to my lips. Our mouths move together effortlessly, like they were always meant to. Everything with Vincent is so easy, so intrinsic, like we are one soul divided in two.

I feel his hands glide up and down my sides, slipping beneath the hem of my tank top. His hand cups one of my breasts, thumb flicking against my nipple in a way that has me gasping into his mouth.

The door opens to my left, and I break away from Vincent to see Liam in a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. His eyes land on us, practically lighting up when he understands what he's just walked in on.

"Don't stop on my account, pretend I'm not even here," Liam says, as he kicks his shoes off and grips the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the ground.

"I always do," Vincent snarks before one of his hands grasps my chin, forcing my eyes back on him before he's back to kissing me.

I hear the sound of Liam's jeans hit the floor, before the bed besides me dips. A hand slides around my throat, pulling me towards him. He smiles down at me, his green eyes looking a little dimmer than normal, but that bright smile is all I can focus on.

"Hi, babygirl. I missed you."

"I missed you, too," I say before his mouth is on mine.

His hands roam across my body, and I notice Vincent pull away. Before I can ask him where he's going though, I feel my sleep shorts slip off my legs and Vincent's hands spreading my thighs apart. I moan into Liam's mouth as I feel Vincent's tongue run through me before circling my clit.

Liam pulls away, smirking as Vincent hooks my thighs over his shoulders.

"Yeah, eat that pussy, Vinny. Look at you being such a good boy," Liam praises teasingly.

Vincent's eyes snap up to Liam, irritation heavy in them before he ignores him, doubling his efforts while slipping a finger inside me. I gasp at the feeling when two more figures appear in the doorway, plates of food in their hands as they still.

Ronan and Asher stare at us for several seconds, me practically naked, Liam fully naked, and Vincent between my thighs. Surprisingly, Ronan doesn't hesitate. He sets the plates on the ground and crosses the room, shoving Liam's shoulder so hard he falls to the ground.

"Hey!" he grouses, as Ronan cups the back of my neck and smashes his lips to mine.

"I've missed you, so fucking much," he grumbles before moving to my neck.

"I missed you too," I gasp as Vincent's tongue flicks against my clit, his fingers massaging my g-spot.

I reach my hand out for Ronan's pants, fumbling with the belt before he quickly undoes it with one hand. My hand wraps around his cock through his boxers before I pull it out. I feel his hand come behind my head before guiding me to it.

His cock slides into my mouth, pushing until I gag around it and he groans. Again, I feel Vincent shift as he pulls his fingers and mouth away from me. I whimper at the loss, but it's short-lived, before I feel the head of his cock pushing inside me.

Moaning around Ronan's cock, my eyes swing over to Vincent as best I can as he grips my hips. In the next moment, Liam is by my side, somehow just to the side of Ronan before his mouth closes around my nipple. Asher comes to my other side, repeating the action to my other breast, and instantly, I'm in heaven.

Since Asher and I have become…official, I guess, we haven't all had sex. This is the first time we are all together, and something feels incredibly perfect about it. Ronan and Vincent's thrusts seem to fall into a similar rhythm as Asher and Liam lavish me with kisses, their tongues twirling around my nipples while Asher begins nipping at me.

I'm no longer in control of my body as the overstimulation becomes too much. I don't even realize that I'm coming until it's too late. My body shakes, and my muffled screams rumble against Ronan's cock as my pussy throbs around Vincent.

I feel Vincent tense first as he follows, shortly before Ronan does as well, his warm cum coating my tongue as he fucks it further down my throat. I swallow him down quickly, before I look to see Liam and Asher stroking their cocks while sucking on my tits. I go to ask them if they are going to switch places with Vincent and Ronan, but before I can, they both pull away from my tits. They lean over me, both covering my stomach and chest with their cum. Holy shit. Talk about a brother bond.

They both collapse against the bed, and all that can be heard in the room is heavy breathing. Eventually, Ronan and Vincent both pull out of me as Liam stands and moves to the bathroom. He grabs a warm washcloth and begins cleaning up the mess they left behind.

When I'm all cleaned up, Asher helps me get dressed before settling me back into bed. Ronan brings over a plate of eggs, pancakes, and bacon before sitting beside me. Liam and Vincent grab their own plates, as well as Asher's, before they take a seat at the foot of the bed. We all eat with very little words exchanged, the post orgasm high still heavily weighted over us all.

Jesus, I wouldn't mind that kind of a wake-up call every morning from now on.

The next day, we all had different things to do. Ronan had to go help some of the other legacies, Vincent had to go report on his latest job, and Liam had to have lunch with his parents. Maggie ended up calling me, asking if I wanted to go to the mall to which I obviously accepted. Since Asher and I were out of school for a few weeks and with Thanksgiving break next week, we haven't gotten to see each other much lately.

Asher is currently driving us back from the mall, the back of his Range Rover absolutely filled to the brim with bags. My father is good for one thing– that handy black card.

For a moment, Asher tried to pay for my things, until I reminded him that I wanted my father to see the outrageous credit card bill. That after everything he was a part of, the least he could do was buy me a few new outfits. Or ten, whatever.

I watch as he drives with one hand, his other intertwined with mine, resting on the center console as I turn in my seat to face Maggie. She watches us with a sly grin before speaking.

"I like you guys together. You're a hot couple."

Asher scoffs, but doesn't say anything as I roll my eyes at her.

"Thanks, Mags. That's what we were going for."

She shrugs and laughs. Well, I don't know what the requirements to enter your harem are! Judging by the current members, I'd guess it's one of the base-level requirements."

"The current members?" I ask with my brows raised and a shake of my head.

"Yeah. Hey, how do those members ‘members' compare?"

"Jesus Christ," Asher grumbles under his breath.

"What?" Maggie defends.

"Aren't you supposed to be a lesbian?" Asher asks.

"Just because I like pussy doesn't mean I can't admire a fine penis. I'm queer, not blind."

I can't help but laugh. There is no way in hell I'm discussing my boyfriends' penises with her, especially not in front of one of them.

"That's why you guys were gone for those two weeks, huh? A little delayed honeymoon? Some good ole post-wedding boning?"

Asher and I tense at her words, not responding as I turn to face forward in the seat. I glance at Asher to see his shoulders are tight, his grip on the steering wheel practically punishing. I continue holding his hand with my right one as I reach over with my left, rubbing soft circles against his back in a spot where I know several scars reside.

They are healing well, but both of our backs will never be the same. Even with plastic surgery, it will always look…off. I'd still do it again if given the choice. I'd jump in front of a million whips for Asher, and I know he'd do the same for me, probably tenfold.

Maggie is smart enough to realize she's struck a nerve and none of us speak for the rest of the ride back to our house. When we park, we move Maggie's bags to her car before Asher and I carry all mine upstairs.

"So, have you guys gotten one of those ginormous Alaskan kings yet? Or a custom-made bed that goes from like wall to wall?" Maggie asks, as she trudges up the stairs behind us.

"No, why?" I laugh.

"Well, I'm just saying, five people in one bed sounds like a space issue. I'd want to be able to spread out during group playtime."

Asher's nose wrinkles at that. "Can you not call it that."

"Fine, group fuck-sesh time. Better?" Maggie amends.

Asher rolls his eyes at her, giving me a look that screams, ‘are you sure you want to be friends with her?'. I smile and nod, wordlessly answering that even though I love him, I love Maggie too. She will not be going anywhere.

When we get to my room, I push the door open, moving over to the armchair in the corner. and dumping my bags onto it. I turn to take the bags from Asher when I pause. He's still in the doorway, body frozen in place as he stares at my bed. My eyes follow his before a cold chill sets in. Oh my god.

The mattress has been sliced open, literally. A jagged cut through the material leading down to a sunken knife. That's not the only thing on the bed, though. Beneath the knife is a picture; technically, the picture is stabbed through. Slowly, I take a few steps forward, my hands shaking as I get a better look at it. My stomach rolls the instant I do, and I immediately regret my choice.

It's from yesterday, all five of us tangled up on the bed together. The image captured is a private moment, one drenched in passion and love, feelings that are easily conveyed through the photograph. The most chilling part, though? The angle is obviously taken from my closet.

My eyes look up to see Asher already staring in that direction, before he dumps my bags on the floor and begins ripping through my closet. Piece by piece, my clothes, shoes, and bags are thrown to the ground as Asher hastily searches for a camera. When he doesn't find what he's looking for, he punches a hole in the wall, grabbing the broken sheetrock and ripping it apart as he searches deeper.

I don't realize that my entire body is shaking until Maggie is beside me, wrapping her arms around me in an attempt to stabilize me.

"Are you okay?" she asks softly.

Asher's head whips in my direction, eyes wild and panicked.

"D-did you find anything?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"S-sso that means, he was there? Taking the pictures real time, as we were…."

My skin crawls at the thought, goosebumps scattering across my body. There was no letter this time, no note. The intention far too clear, though.