CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Blood coats my hands. Soaks my shirt, my pants, my shoes.

The pungent smell of puke laces with copper and hormones.

I should be disgusted. I should call someone to clean this shit up.

I should worry.

Our staff must have put two and two together and have realized the three of us are together in some capacity or another. Easing people into our relationship isn't going to happen.

They'll talk.

But what did I just say a few minutes ago?

Fuck the shoulds.

Thinking Amara might be hurt was a quick and painful lesson in what's important in this life. I didn't care about appearances. I was willing to kill anyone who looked at us the wrong way. Anyone who said a single motherfucking bad word about our relationship.

More than anything, I needed to save her.

And now that she's safe, my resolve hasn't changed. I know Carter and I won't hesitate to take down anyone who threatens our small family.

Rip them to shreds.

"You think you're safe, beautiful girl?" I ask the boneless girl Carter has in his arms.

Adrenaline pummels through my veins. Drenches my blood with violence.

"Why wouldn't I be?" she whispers, betting her eyelashes at me.

Carter smiles behind her, enjoying the violence echoing in my voice.

"You did what you thought was right." I rise to my full six-three, wiping my hands on my jacket. "And I get it. I really do. Problem is, you could've gotten yourself hurt. Killed, even."

Amara cowers into Carter's embrace at the underlying threat. He nuzzles her hair while slowly loosening his grip on our little prey.

My cock aches for release. My hands demand I cause damage.

Brain begging for chaos.

Carter tosses over to me one of the wipes he reserves for Cyclone. I tear the package open, cleaning my hands and the area around my mouth. The rest of Christopher's blood stays on my face, drying as I prowl toward Amara and Carter.

"What are you doing?" Her chin quivers, and she raises her arms to shield herself.

"You've been bad." I shrug off my jacket. My shirt too.

Carter follows my lead, backing off to remove his jacket and shirt. "Very, very bad, pet."

"I—uh—I haven't." The way her voice trembles has me harder than ever.

The desire to taste every inch of both her and Carter is overwhelming.

My hand finds the side of his neck, locking on it, while my tongue runs across the length of his neck. His fingers close on my wrist, and he moans when I suck on his skin. Marking him. Claiming what's mine.

In my periphery, I notice Amara's backing off. I break away from Carter, turning my attention to the woman we're about to hunt.

"You invited these assholes here." I gesture to the dead bodies we've just stepped over.

Wide, brown eyes dart between Carter and me. "Technically, just one asshole."

"You hear that?" Carter twists his head to me. His psycho grin stretches his lips, one of his black eyebrows quirks up. "She's talking back."

"Begging us to hurt her."

"No, I'm not." Amara takes another hesitant step back.

She's glued to the wall, sliding across it toward the executive room's bedroom. She doesn't fear us. But the act she puts on makes it look like she does. Her fear—even if fake—rouses sinister needs in me.

Chase. Hunt. Feed.

"Yes." Carter moves to my side, his shoulder pressing to mine. "You are."

"No, no." She presses her hands to the wall, sliding another step to the open door. "Please, go away. Don't hurt me."

"That's not begonias." My fists clench and unclench at my sides.

"No," she mouths.

"Get her." My order is quiet. Barely a whisper.

Carter doesn't need it to be louder. We eradicate the short distance between us and her while she's screaming her head off.

"No!" Her eyes widen, her shriek sounding so real.

Hell, maybe we do scare her.

What a beautiful emotion to evoke in someone. In our someone.

"You're in trouble, pet." Carter stalks toward her, slamming his hands on either side of her head. Caging her in.

At least we thought we did. Our terrified girl slips beneath Carter, then me, making a beeline for the bedroom.

"Go away!"

"Never." My gait is slow and menacing. We're right behind her.

"We're taking you." The amusement in his voice is palpable. "Then we're using you. Punishing you."

Her hand grips the handle of the bedroom's door, her face pale. She's about to close the door in our faces.

"Not happening, pet." Carter's hand shoves the door all the way back.

"Your tight holes better be ready for us." I sidestep him, grabbing a fistful of Amara's hair.

Goosebumps rake her skin when I graze my teeth along her slender neck. She shudders in my arms. Shuddering harder when Carter's lips join me on the other side. He's not as gentle as I am.

I know, because she starts screaming at his bite.

"I hope they're not," he adds, same as he always does, cupping her pussy from over her dress. "I hope we make it hurt."

"You'll be sore after we're done with you."

We prowl forward, giving Amara no other choice but to step back. She puts up a fight, and we push forward harder. Our legs are against hers, edging her backward until we're stopped by the bed.

All it takes is the slightest shove to have Amara falling onto the bed. Her feet flail in the air for the second it takes her to recover. Our little prey doesn't stay put, scrambling to get up. Desperate to flee.

She'll never flee from us.

Never.

Her escape attempts are obliterated as soon as she starts moving. Carter shoves her right leg to the side, holding it there, while I push her dress up to her waist, revealing her soaked panties to us.

I'm about to ruin them some more.

"Don't." She hooks her fingers to the hem of the dress, trying to yank it down. Failing. "Please, don't."

Amara's plea goes right over our heads. She's our toy, and our toy has been naughty. She's no match to Carter's and my strength, and her body gives in to us. Carter holds her right thigh down, while I place my knee next to his, going for her panties.

"Help," she cries out as I tear the flimsy material in two.

No one's coming for her.

Once her panties are torn in half, I press my knee to her dripping hole, being a violent asshole about it.

"You'll be very sore, A. And still…" With her stuck beneath me, it's easy for Carter to take his knife out of his pants pocket and start his games. "You'll be begging for more. Tell me why that is, Amara?"

"In your dreams." Her large eyes fix on Carter's knife as he pins it to her collarbone. "I would never ask you animals for more."

"Wrong answer." He nicks her skin.

Just a little.

Just enough to make her bleed for us.

"Mmm." His hand is on the underside of her breast while he licks the blood off her. He tastes her skin, sucking the wounded area for more. "So good. Your fear is addictive, pet."

I pull him by the hair. "Don't be greedy."

"No, Killian, stop." It's cute the way she tries to ward us off. Cute and futile. "This is my blood. Mine."

Something about her resistance and today's events push me further over the edge. Closer to insanity than I'd like to admit. But fuck if I don't like it.

My lips curve up, and I feel as though my smile isn't mine.

It's Carter's. A crazy grin that stretches my lips. I watch Amara's face twist with love and fear. Carter's tongue as he swipes it across his bottom lip.

I'm being transformed into a savage.

A loving, obsessed savage.

"Sweetheart, nothing is yours anymore." My hold on Carter's hair tightens and he moans. "From now on, everything is ours. And we're here to collect. We share hearts, blood, and everything in between. Everything."

I let her scream and wiggle as I yank on Carter's head and bring his mouth to mine. His tongue flicks on my tongue, offering me Amara's blood. Offering me his mouth. His tongue. His soul.

Choosing which one of them tastes better is impossible. Good fucking thing I don't have to choose.

Both of them are mine for the rest of our lives.

"Enough." I tear him from me when my need to conquer bleeds from my every pore. Uncontrolled and unhinged, I grab Amara's thigh, forcing her pussy to my knee. She drips on me as I order Carter, "Take me out."

His lips are parted, swollen, red. His breaths are labored.

"My pleasure." He's feral, his voice less human and more of a growl.

"Help," Amara whimpers as Carter moves to the side, biting down on his knife.

The hunter in me takes the back seat if only for a second to gauge for any signs of distress on her beautiful face. Carter works my belt, and her brown orbs sparkle. Deviant little thing.

"Fuck." Carter's hand on my cock has my attention snapping back to him.

More feeble cries burst from Amara at the sight of my throbbing cock. Cries that are actually moans.

"See this?" I thrust my knee to her pussy, reveling in her pained scream. In how Carter's hand strokes me hard. "Every inch of me will be inside you."

"Where?" She leans on her forearms, another attempt to run away. It gets her nowhere.

Carter drops the knife to the bed, his palm splaying out on her wounded flesh. "Bad girls don't get to have answers."

"They don't." A drop of precum leaks from my cock. "They just take it."

"Stay there, pet." Carter straightens to start unbuckling his belt.

"Okay," she breathes.

She's lying.

I love that. Her fight. Her crazy. She's beautiful.

Carter's hand fucks my cock slower so he can push down his zipper with one hand. Amara stares at us with a heated gaze. Both of us hover over her on our knees. Cocks out. Our violence barely contained.

"Want to get her naked?" I jerk my chin to where Carter's pocket knife dropped. "Get her ready for us?"

Carter nods, and I move to the side, taking off my shoes and pants. Getting harder by the second as I watch him flip Amara on her stomach.

She clutches the front of the bed, mumbling ‘no.' Her ass wiggles as she tries to flee.

Adorable.

"You just don't understand, do you?" While I grab Amara's foot, Carter silently slices through her dress, bottom to top. "You scared the living fuck out of us. It's only fair you get a taste of it in return."

She squeals. Carter holds her by one ass cheek, his palm huge on her round, delectable ass. He keeps her in place for me, lets me take his spot. Groans loudly when I slap Amara's tight hole with my cock, then spit on it.

"I didn't mean to scare you." Her brown eyes find mine over her shoulder.

We know she didn't. Both Carter and I heard her loud and clear earlier. We didn't need this little stunt to respect or adore her more than we had, either. But I can't deny the scene that we walked into was one of the hottest things I'd ever witnessed.

As does the idea of making her hurt.

"Should've thought about that before." I line the tip of my cock to her tight hole, rubbing the wetness into the rim while pushing her head back to the bed.

Hiding from her what Carter and I have planned.

"You really should've." Carter spits on Cyclone's handle while I tease her asshole, then aligns the end of the black handle over the spot where I tease her. "Too bad we can't erase the past. You're going to lie here and take your punishment. If you're a good girl, we'll even make you come."

I pull back, and he quickly places the handle on Amara's spit-soaked asshole. She barely manages to realize we've swapped places when he pushes it inside her.

"Fuck." She clenches her ass, legs trembling. "Fuck, Carter, not with Cyclone."

"Yes, with Cyclone." He sinks another inch inside, then out. In and out.

Amara's body falls to the bed, her stomach almost hitting the mattress. Carter stops and I'm quick to wrap an arm around her middle, thrusting her back up.

Now that her face isn't mashed into the bed, she tucks her hair away from her sweat-stricken face, glowering at us. "I hate you."

"Nah, you don't hate us." Carter, unbothered by Amara's words, continues slipping his killing tool in and out of her.

Some of the tension releases from her, and slowly, she opens up for us. Then the moans come. Such beautiful moans.

I shouldn't be this turned on from watching my stepson fuck our girlfriend's ass with a foreign object.

I am. Every sick part of me is.

"Look at her taking it." I throw at him. "If you keep that up, I'm going to get real fucking jealous."

I pretend to ignore her. Truth is, I don't miss anything about Amara. Especially not the blush exploding on her cheeks.

"Then again." I gather saliva in my mouth, spitting on her asshole when Cyclone's out. "Maybe I do want you to come from this. Carter?"

"You know I do." His biceps flex and I can tell it takes every ounce of him not to act on his urges and fuck her harder. "She'll be screaming for my knife."

His cock thickens too. I reach for him, flicking my thumb on his piercing, gathering his precum on my thumb, and suck on it.

"I already told you I would never." Her angry denial reaches straight to my balls. "Twisted fucks."

"Amara, Amara, Amara." I use my free hand to slap her ass. "You should be grateful for the plastic fucking your ass right now. We could've been less merciful. I could've gone in dry, split you in half."

"You wouldn't have."

"Maybe we should." I fist Carter's cock again, and he thrusts into my touch. "Make you scream."

"Oh, pet." Carter removes the knife carefully and loses it before removing his shoes, socks, pants, and briefs. "I'm gonna have so much fun fucking you into submission."

A low whimper is all we get.

I slap her ass. "You're here?"

"Ow. Yes."

Carter crawls up the bed, sitting against the headboard. I shove Amara higher up, closer to him.

"Good girl."

Carter wastes no time fisting her hair and forcing his cock between her lips.

"Fuck, I needed that." His head falls back, his groan reverberating through me.

"Eyes open," I bark. "I want you to look at me when I'm balls deep in her ass."

He does. Gray eyes slide from Amara's bobbing head to my face. He grunts when they reach my erect cock, the same time he pushes Amara's head deeper.

I don't tease either of them. Can't help myself when I shove through the tight tissues of Amara's pucker. When she screams, Carter pulls her head up for air. I don't have to ask why. He's letting me enjoy her tortured sounds, getting off on them with me.

"You want more?" he asks her while I pound into her, while my fingers bury into her flesh.

"No," she chokes out, barely heard over my grunts.

"Kinda sounds like a yes to me." Carter smirks, lowering her to his dick, impaling her mouth.

Together, we create a symphony. Violent and synchronized. Rough and loving.

"Pet." Softness slithers into Carter's voice. Just a fraction. He lifts her head, twists her carefully back to me. "Watch him take your ass."

A line of saliva stretches from her mouth to Carter's cock until she's fully looking at me. The corners of her eyes are wet, her nostrils flaring.

I'm so in love.

"Like what you see?" He uses the thumb of his free hand to wipe her saliva and suck it into his mouth.

Her act drops altogether the way we fuck and worship her. It's evident in her expression. It's made even more evident when she says, "Yes. Fucking love it."

"Too bad." Carter smirks, sadistic as fuck. "Because now you're gonna have a view of my cock again."

She sucks in a breath of air. He grants her a short second, then uses her mouth for his pleasure. Carter pumps his hips up to meet her, and I'm set on fire. On the goddamn edge.

"Come for us, beautiful girl." My fingers find her clit, touching her the way she likes.

I'm done being an asshole. I'm theirs.

"It's your turn, pet." Carter grits out the words, his orgasm about to consume him. "Clench on us. Scream. Thrash. Squeeze us dry."

Her responsive body reacts to our encouragement. She freezes one moment, letting go the next. Her body gives in, her orgasm becoming a living thing. Taking over her. Over us. Over the entire universe.

Carter comes next with her head pinned to his pubic bone. The two of them are what sets me off, and I rock into Amara hard, emptying myself into her ass.

I pull out of Amara at the same moment Carter helps her off his cock. Through the blood, puke, and dead bodies, we carry her to the bath.

We wash her. We love her. We love each other.

Then we tell her what a good girl she is. How happy we are that she's alive.

And go out there to face the world.

"So it's a thing. You're together." Luna's gaze darts from Amara to Carter to me. "As in the three of you? Everyone with everyone?"

"Yes." I nod.

The five of us, Snake included, are in the main office. We left room 5009 for our housekeeping staff and our movers, Lance and Shawn. The moment we stepped out of there is the moment we left the last of our secrets behind. We're done hiding.

When the truth finally came out today, a surge of air entered my lungs. Even though the confession was made in front of that lowlife, Christopher, I felt it.

The relief. That flicker of happiness.

I'm proud of my relationship with my stepson and Amara. For the short few weeks we've been together, they've been helping me unravel. To admit to the one thing that's been missing in my life. The one I couldn't ask for until it was thrusted into my lap.

Them.

For them—these two humans my heart is forever connected to—I'd put myself out there. I'd risk being scorned or accused. With open motherfucking arms.

And fists.

And Carter's Cyclone.

No one would spew made-up shit about us and get to live.

Our hotel will survive.

So will we.

Loving the people you love and having them love you back can never be wrong.

"Do you mind me asking how this happened?" Luna's smile is warm.

We told her and Snake the gist of it. She doesn't have to stay here. She can go back and enjoy her new husband. She doesn't, though. Can't help her curiosity.

I understand.

Still, it's none of her business.

Carter, sitting on the leather chair beside me with Amara in his lap, says what the three of us are thinking, "We walked into it as consenting adults. That's all you or anyone else needs to know."

Amara, floaty and beautiful, massages his wet hair. Hers is damp as well, draping across her shoulders, darkening the black hotel uniform shirt she's wearing.

My hand is on her knee, and Carter covers it, connecting the three of us.

"Okay." Luna holds up her tablet, preparing to type. "Anything else you want me to forward to our members?"

"No." On the outside, I'm all business. On the inside, I'm dying to get home. "They should figure out the we won't tolerate any crap from anyone part on their own."

"We'll be ready, boss, in case anyone doesn't get the message." Snake cracks his tattooed fingers, a mean-looking smile curving his lips. "Our team won't fail you again, I promise you."

Carter's thumb rubs slow circles onto Amara's thigh, grazing my hand too. He doesn't add how he'd love nothing more than to put some people in their place. Everyone in the room is aware of it without him needing to say a word.

Snake and Luna say their goodbyes, and we're left alone. Just the three of us.

"So, that's it?" Amara glances between Carter and me. "We're together? Forever?"

Her enthusiasm never fails to warm my heart. She's more endearing than humanly possible. Hungry for love just as she's eager to spread it.

"Would you like it to be?" I grab her feet, placing them in my lap.

My question is a response to her statement, but it's directed to Carter as well.

"Yes." Carter kisses her temple and squeezes my hand.

"A million yesses." Amara puts her hand on top of ours. "A million and one."

"Good. Because we were never going to let you go."

"Never." Carter picks her up, and I'm right behind him as he walks for the door. "Now, let's go home."

"Home." She smiles.

The smile I return to her is the last thing she sees before her eyes grow heavy, her exhaustion carrying her into what I hope is a soundless sleep.

Good thing too. She's going to need it. Both Carter and her.

For the rest of our lives, each and every one of my waking moments will be dedicated to these two.