Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty-Five

Nova

Last night was awkward to say the least!

Vox wouldn’t speak to me. When we arrived back at his house I expected him to send me home, but the second I took a step toward my house, he gripped my hand and dragged me inside. He was ravenous and couldn’t keep his hands off me all night but he still refused to speak to me. This morning I expected to wake up with him beside me but he wasn’t. I finally gathered the courage to make my way downstairs and ready to brave returning home but Vivian was waiting for me in the living room.

“Vivi?” I ask as I meander into the room. She smiles up at me and drops her phone to her lap.

“Come sit down, we need to chat.” Her ominous tone has me stiffening.

“Is everything okay?” I ask without moving a step.

She sighs and nods. “Yes and no. Can I trust you, Nova?”

Her question has me reeling back. “Of course!”

She eyes me warily for a beat before nodding. “What I am about to tell you stays between us, you can never tell Vox” I push my lips to the side debating how to answer. “I mean it, Nova, if you can’t agree to my terms then I can’t tell you.”

A whoosh of air escapes me as I nod and claim the seat beside her. “You have my word, I won’t tell Vox.”

“Good because if he ever found out about this he would not only kill me but his best friends. In case you haven’t noticed, my brother has bad trust issues.” I snort.

“Ya think?”

“Look, I know a lot more than Vox thinks. He always assumes because I sit here scrolling through my phone that I don’t listen to what he and the others are talking about, but I’m nosy so I can’t help it.”

“What do you think you know, Vi?” I ask. She rolls her lips a couple of times, clearly unsure about disclosing this information to me.

“Nova, the Saints can’t be stopped like Vox thinks they can.”

I flinch, that was not what I was expecting her to say. “How do you know this?”

“Edmund ruled that the next lord would be a female but he died before that could happen, plus his own daughter died when she was like one or something. None of the boys were of age to take over. Thomas tried to lead but because my dad was Edmund’s right hand he was made the new lord. I remember my dad acting sketchy and always worrying about us, more so me than Vox, but he would always tell us, a union between the two families is the only way to stop it. I didn’t understand why he would always say this until recently. The night before he died he told me, when the time comes for Vox or the other’s to lead they can never become the lord of the Saints.”

“Why?”

She smiles sadly. “Because I am the only female of this generation, Nova. My brother has tried to protect me for years and so have the guys, but they had no idea that I have known about the Saints since we were kids.”

“I’m not following, Vivian,” I admit.

Her eyes fill with tears. “My brother can’t lead because of Edmund’s decree, none of them will be the new lord because I am the future of the Saints. I believe my father was trying to warn us that a marriage between me and Nexus was predicated.” I gape at her in horror.

“No.” I dart forward and grip her hands in mine. “I won’t let you marry that piece of shit.”

A watery smile crests on her beautiful face. “If it means Thomas won’t hurt my family, then I will marry him. I don’t see another way out for any of us.”

“There has to be something we can do,” I implore her.

“Vox, Ez, Arch and Hayze started the Filthy Few to garner information from members and even years later they are still no closer to finding a solution. I hate that they had to become killers because they thought it was the only way to save me from my fate. They were wrong.”

“But why does it have to be you?”

“This is the part they haven’t figured out.” Something in her tone has dread pooling in my gut, knowing that this is the part I’m meant to keep from Vox. “In order to overturn the decree of a previous lord you must be from their bloodline. If Ezekiel’s sister lived, she would have the power to do that but she died, so therefore there is only one Tempest left and he isn’t in line to lead. I can’t change the ruling?—”

“But you could,” I rush to add as the idea hits me.

Her brows furrow. “How?”

“You are a Hatchett, so you don’t have that power but if you married Ez you would be a Tempest.” Her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. “Maybe that was the union your father was talking about, not Nexus.”

“What took you minutes to piece together took us years.” I scrunch my face in confusion for a minute. She stares at me as if waiting for me to piece together everything she is saying, but our moment is shattered when her front door opens and the four guys walk in. They all look at us with varying looks of worry.

“What happened?” Archer asks with concern thick in his tone.

Vivi waves him off. “Nothing, just nerves about what you have planned tonight and tomorrow,” she says casually.

Vox looks at me expectantly, I inhale and plaster a smile on my face. “What she said.” The way his eyes crinkle in the corners tells me that he knows I’m full of shit but won’t call me out on it in front of everyone.

“Stay in tonight, don’t leave the house. I mean it,” Vox says to his sister before they all head upstairs. I deflate a little knowing he’s still pissed at me. The second they disappear Vi turns to me.

“Is he still mad about the kiss?”

The air whooshes from my lungs as I slouch back into the sofa. “Yeah, I think I really pissed him off.” Her answering laughter has me lulling my head to the side and glaring at her. “Seriously? Why the hell are you laughing?” I glare at her when she snorts and hunches forward, wrapping her arms around her stomach as her laughter grows loud enough to draw the guys back down here. They all stare at her like I do waiting to see what has set her off.

“Are you high?” Hayze asks with a shrug.

Vivian shakes her head and sits up, swiping away her tears, then looks to her brother still fighting back her laughter as she says. “You bullied her and did some fucked up shit to Nova but one little kiss with me has you going all ape shit?” Laughter breaks free from her again, I gape at her.

“What the fuck are you going on about?” Vox snaps.

She points at her twin then looks at me with tears of laughter rolling down her cheeks. “He can’t stand being on the receiving end, Vox is a control freak and you stole the control.”

I reel back. “What?” I croak out. When Hayze, Archer and Ezekiel all begin to laugh along with Vivian I start to worry if they have all lost the fucking plot until Ezekiel speaks.

“You’re mad because she one upped you and you don’t like being the one who isn’t calling the shots.”

“Oh, you fucked up now, Nova baby, you went and wounded his ego,” Hayze chokes out through his laughter. Vox smacks both guys on the back of the head, forcing them to laugh harder.

“You went and did something only I can do,” Vivian says.

“What did I do?” I ask seriously.

“You got under the monster's skin,” Archer answers, earning a glare from Vox.

“Shut the fuck up! We got shit to do and three cunts to kill.” At the mention of murder all laughter dies out and an eerie feeling overcomes us–worry for their safety gnaws at me.

Since when did I become involved with people who commit murder? Oh, that’s right, probably around the time I allowed a masked stranger to start fucking me.

Vivi and I tried to stay awake, waiting for the guys. Mrs Hatchett cooked us dinner but neither of us could stomach it. I don’t know if Jane is fully aware of what her son is up to or what he has done, but she doesn’t seem the least bit worried. I wish I could be like that, instead we’ve sat here with our phones in our hands and the TV playing in the background as we lay on Vivian’s bed, neither of us speaking as we get lost in our own thoughts.

I’ve checked my phone at least fifty times since the guys left a few hours ago. I know Vivian is worried and has kept checking her phone as well. Her and I did discuss how it felt good this time for her not having to hide and pretend like she didn’t know what the guys were up to and could openly worry. It’s well past midnight when both Vivian and I decide to try and sleep. I didn’t think either of us would catch a wink of it but I guess I was wrong because the next thing I know I’m being lifted from the bed and startle awake. I open my mouth to scream but words silence me.

“It’s just me, little witch.” My sleep-muddled mind finally catches up with me and I wrap my arms around Vox’s neck as he carries me out of Vivian’s room and down the hall to his. Once inside, he gently places me on the bed and steps back. I blindly reach for the bedside lamp and flick it on only to wish I hadn’t.

Even though he wears black I can make out the dried up blood that mars his clothing, his wooden mask hangs off his hip and the malicious look on his face has me gnawing on my bottom lip.

“Now you see that the Filthy Few doesn’t play games.” He leers down at me.

“But you did with me, why?” I press.

“Because I wanted you, simple as that.” He turns his back and stalks across the room to the bathroom. Not done with this conversation by a long shot, I bolt out of bed and chase after him. I know he can feel me standing in the doorway but he still keeps his back to me as he undresses and tosses his clothes to the side, for a second my mind wonders as I take in the perfect shape of his ass and the coiled muscles of his back, heat begins to unfurl inside me knowing what those muscles feel like beneath my touch. “Go to bed, witch, I’m tired and we have a long night ahead of us tomorrow.” He steps into the shower and doesn’t even wait for it to heat before he stands under the spray. For a minute I just stand here watching him through the glass but my gaze slowly lowers to his thick cock and my mouth waters.

I know why he went after Jefferson, Neil and Justin and a sick depraved part of me loves the fact he did what he did tonight in my honor. I yank my shirt off—the one I stole earlier from his closet—over my head, then push my panties down my legs before stepping inside the stall with him. He doesn’t open his eyes or even react when I stand before him.

“Tonight isn’t the night to fucking play games with me, Nova.” He leans forward and blinks his eyes open, the darkness that swirls in the depths of those blue eyes has me trembling. I choose not to answer him, instead I hold his dark gaze as I lower to my knees before him.

“Let me make you feel good.” His nostrils flare and instantly I watch as his cock grows hard. I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips, needing to taste him and feel him in the back of my throat. I want him to take control and dominate me, force me to surrender to him and allow him to take the burden from my shoulders.

“Hands behind your back.” I do as he says and lock my arms behind my back. “Mouth open.” I obey his demand. “Tongue out.” I eagerly do as he says. He grips his thick shaft in his hand and pumps it twice, groaning. I glare at his hand, wanting it to be my mouth that pulls those sounds from him. Pre-cum dances on the head of his cock making me salivate at the sight. “You want to taste it?”

“Mmmmhmmmm.”

“Then lick it.” I lean forward and dart my tongue across the head of his cock catching every drop of his pre-cum and swallow, a sultry moan escapes me. “Suck it, hard .” I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and take him as deep as I can but I can’t take all of him. Not one to be deterred, Vox tangles his hand in my hair and forces me forward until I’m choking on his dick and unable to stop gagging. “Fuck, baby, breathe through your nose.” I try do as he says and inhale through my nose and relax my gag reflex but it futile, he’s too fucking big. He releases his hold on my head and I take over. I ignore his order from earlier to keep my hands behind my back and grip his shaft, a hiss escapes him. I pump him and bob up and down on his length, loving the sounds he makes and how the taste of him coating the back of my throat has me growing wetter by the second.

I never thought I would be the type of girl who loved to give blow jobs but ever since meeting Vox, I have become an addict. It’s like I always need to feel his cock in one of my holes at all times and I love it when I swallow his cum. Knowing that he is swirling inside me has a sick sense of ownership coursing through me.

“Fuck, you suck dick like a perfect little whore, witch.” His filthy words have me moaning, bobbing faster. “Fuck yes, play with your pussy baby.” I slip my free hand between my thighs and cry out the instant I circle my clit. I’m so sensitive and turned on I know I won’t last long. Vox begins to thrust his hips and fucks my face as I play with my greedy little cunt. “That’s it, baby, swallow my cock and come on your fingers.” My moans are muffled by his dick and because I know he loves the vibrations, I hold nothing back as I work myself up, knowing this orgasm is something we both need.

“Ahhhh,” I cry out when the rising orgasm builds at rapid speed like a wildfire inside me. I want to drag it out and deny myself a few more times, not wanting this to end, but I can’t. I need to come with him, I need this connection like an addict needs their next high.

“Fuck yes, witch. Swallow every last fucking drop of my cum.” Vox explodes inside my mouth and shoots streams of cum down my throat. I swallow greedily, wanting every ounce of him inside me. Before I can work him down he tears out of my mouth, kneels before me and slaps my hand out of the way. His mouth covers mine as his fingers delve inside my tight wet cunt. I scream into his mouth when the pad of his thumb presses against my clit, as he finger fucks my pussy like he wants my come more than his next breath. “Give me what I want,” he snarls before smashing his lips to mine and swallowing the cry of pleasure that rips through me when I detonate on his fingers, coating them in my own release. Vox breaks the kiss and stares me dead in the eyes, we’re both panting and trying to catch our breaths. “I’ll fucking kill you if you ever pull another stunt like you did last night. You’re mine, witch, and I don’t fucking share.”

“Does that mean you’re mine?” I blurt without thought.

“Was me breaking into your house and fucking you behind my best friends’ backs not indication enough that you owned me before I owned you?”

Well shit, that was not what I expected to come out of his filthy mouth.