19. ~Caspian~

I was losing them.

Encouraging Caleb and Bastian to move out had been intended to give them a chance at a more normal life, a peaceful life that wasn't marred by the complications that my role as King of the City brought along with it. I'd wanted to give them their best chance and allow them to get out from underneath my shadow.

Especially for Caleb. He'd put his own life and aspirations on hold when I'd lost my parents to assist me with that tumultuous time when my whole world had come crashing down and I'd had to take the helm of King years before had been intended. I'd needed somebody whose loyalty wasn't in question, somebody who, unlike all the others who'd surrounded me at the time who'd just wanted a piece of me and the empire, I could count on to have only my best interests at heart. But he'd stayed far beyond what had been necessary. And as he'd become involved in the more illegitimate aspects of the business, he'd begun to not just excel at it, but to need it… too much. It had fed that darkness in him.

I hadn't wanted that for him.

It was bad enough that I was it.

I certainly hadn't wanted him to fall victim to it as well. There was no redemption for me after the things I'd done to pull King from near-bankruptcy and to solidify my position in Rossun and even far beyond. I'd basically sold my soul and while I accepted that, because it had given me what mattered most to me outside of the brotherhood—unchallenged power—I wouldn't accept that as being his fate. There still existed a very bright light in him and I wouldn't allow it to be snuffed out. Certainly not because of anything I'd done.

But Caleb immersing himself in his Business Management degree program at Luxington University hadn't done what I'd hoped it would. Even though weeks had gone by, he hadn't settled into it. He wasn't interested. More than that, he was wholly resistant to it. And now he was just going through the motions.

Taking away the temptation that our work as The Jackals was for him hadn't worked to focus him there either. In truth, it would've been fine to return to all of that a couple of weeks after I'd removed the unhinged element that was Damien Thorn, but I'd held off a lot longer than had been necessary to give him more time to settle, hoping he'd actually be able to live a normal life without danger and darkness.

The same had gone for Bastian. But he'd actually taken well to it. He enjoyed his studies and he felt like he was also honoring his father by doing it too. And he hadn't minded that we'd taken a break from The Jackals either.

But then what had been a sound strategy at the time had gone to hell with the massive curveball that Skylar Bennett had turned out to be for him.

To say she'd gotten under his skin didn't even begin to cover it.

Tonight had shown me just how much.

He hadn't been able to check it at all.

Because I'd been preoccupied with King and the recent revelations about Elijah Bane, my new partnership with Dante Mancini, I'd been standing at a distance to it all.

But Damien hadn't.

He'd taken full advantage of that fact. He'd seen the change in Bastian right up close. Worse where he was concerned, he'd recognized that Bastian actually cared about someone. Outside of Caleb and me. For the first time ever.

And now he had something to hurt him with.

For so long, there'd been nothing for Damien to come at him with, to use against him, because Bastian had just been a robot, unfeeling, and operating in a numbed state. And being a part of The Jackals with us had kept the older Thorn brother from focusing on that toxic sibling rivalry. Pulling him had been absolutely necessary, but detrimental too.

And it had led to tonight happening.

Violently and sexually assaulting the woman Bastian was clearly falling in love with, and whom he was most definitely absolutely obsessed with.

I was obviously monitoring Damien and when I'd put his location at that fight club tonight, knowing my boys were also there with Skylar slated to fight, I'd grown suspicious and sent Luke down there. Caleb and Bastian had been too preoccupied with the girl to recognize Damien's behavior as being anything other than his usual antagonistic self, but Luke had fortunately registered it for what it really had been, him gearing up for something far worse. I'd headed down there before Damien had even stepped into the ring. And, sure enough, by the time I'd arrived on scene, he'd been wreaking havoc.

He"d gone after what he'd deemed Bastian's weakness.

Not just his, though.

Skylar Bennett was the weak link overall. Because my boys were now connected to her, enamored with her, and had grown close to her, yet she'd remained on the periphery because I'd been biding my time to analyze her further, to gauge her true intentions that she hid so well, especially with her resistance to remaining true to her former self and the Onyx moniker. And then the revelation and subsequent new situation with Elijah Bane had taken my focus.

After tonight, it had been made absolutely clear that I needed to decimate that weakness.

The only way to do that without hurting Bastian and Caleb who now cared for her, was to bring her in under my protection. To bring her into the fold.

Her presence in their lives had proven to only be detrimental when she wasn't with them, or when, like tonight, she'd been under threat. Being under the protection of the likes of me would nullify the latter.

She was a positive force for Bastian, having the uncanny ability to soothe him in ways I hadn't thought ever possible for him.

And, as I was witnessing for myself now, she also brought out the lighthearted side of Caleb, something that had only been possible for me to bring out in him before. His humorous side too was being brought forth as well. He'd been quiet and contemplative on the drive back here. It was because the assault had taken on a sexual aspect and anything like that triggered him, due to what had happened to his sister. But he'd managed to pull out of that mindset by the time we'd arrived back here and after Bastian had taken off in a fit of rage to calm down Caleb had engaged the girl in light conversation, even joking around about one of the sitcoms Bastian had put on for her. He'd shifted the atmosphere significantly and it was putting her at ease.

Well, as much as anybody could possibly feel at ease as a stranger in my home.

Caleb suddenly rose to his feet from where he'd been sitting on the arm of the chair right beside her for the last half an hour while I'd remained silent, allowing her time to come down from what had happened. "I'm gonna check on Bastian."

"I'll go with you," Skylar said.

But before she could get up, Caleb laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Stay with Cas. Bastian doesn't want you to see him all hopped up on rage."

"That doesn't matter to me. He doesn't need to be in a good mood every moment spent with me. If he's hurting, he shouldn't hide it. I can be there for him."

Caleb smiled and gave me a look of incredulity.

It was certainly something.

"He'll get to that point. Just give it a little time. All of this is new to him."

"Feeling after shutting down for so long?"

"More than that," Caleb said, stroking a strand of her hair. "Falling in love, darling."

Her lips parted. "I… I don't know about that."

Caleb chuckled. "I see you need some time to wrap your head around that. I'll go find our boy." He planted a kiss on the top her head, then stopped by me and kissed me on the cheek, then leaned in and whispered, "After your performance in that ring earlier, I'm barely keeping my dick in check here, Cas. Fucking need you tonight."

I turned into him and whispered, "How do you want it?"

"Hard and dirty. Real dirty."

Hmm, absolutely delicious. "Later then, lovely."

He grinned, breathed in my minty cologne scent, then reluctantly pulled from me and strode out of the living room.

Leaving me alone with the girl.

Feeling the change in the atmosphere and the buffer that was Caleb now gone, I saw her tense, then shift her weight on the armchair, sitting up rigidly straight.

Yeah, I'd been known to have that effect on people, unnerving them without so much as a word.

"I didn't say it yet, but thank you for what you did earlier," she spoke.

"You're welcome."

A nervous smile played on her lips. She clearly knew she was in the lion's den. Although, given her reputation and the fierce way she'd been with Bastian and Caleb, I'd expected her to be far less intimidated by that and not to balk. She was clearly still on edge by what had happened. Perhaps, also with Bastian's pained and irate reaction to it all.

"You've got some skills… in combat, I mean."

"You're not lacking there yourself."

"Something you were already well aware of before I even came back here."

I smiled. There was that fight, that fire. Well, a spark of it at least. "You were regaining the upper hand by the time I arrived, you could've finished it yourself. You didn't require my assistance."

Realization shone in her eyes. "You did it for Bastian."

"In a sense. It was also a lesson and punishment to Damien for stepping out of line." I rose from my seat and crossed to her. She watched me carefully as I settled myself onto the coffee table just a foot from her. "The act itself also signified that you are under my protection now."

She frowned. "You're not known for being sentimental, so there's a strategic reason for you doing that, right?"

"On the contrary, I am very sentimental. To those within my inner circle."

"Bastian and Caleb."

"Indeed. You and I haven't been afforded the opportunity to develop a bond yet, although with the way my brothers have taken to you, I am intrigued about the notion. But that will require time. So, as for why I laid down the law where you're concerned tonight, it's become clear that it's no longer possible for you to remain on the outside."

"That's… quite something."

"That's how deeply they've come to care for you. Especially Bastian. He's never cared about anyone outside of our inner circle. We honestly thought he never would. Yet, here you are impacting him in ways none of us saw coming. Unfortunately, there's also a negative side to that, a dangerous side for him. That's why I need to bring you in now, pull you close to us, to prevent those unfortunate things from coming to pass."

"I don't want him hurt either, for the record."

"I didn't suppose that you did. At least not intentionally."

"What does that mean?"

"You're currently embroiled in a phase of transition. Forced change would be more apt. You're caught between who you really are and who you believe you need to be in order to remain at peace with yourself and external influences."

"You're talking about Onyx?"

"I'm referring to all of it. Bastian and Caleb are drawn to the real you and I'm sure they bring it out in you too, knowing them as well as I do and how they operate. That ferocity, the unapologetic and forthright young woman, the passion, the edginess, that darkness and delectable savagery. Yet, you're still on the fence."

"You… you don't know that."

"Then why are you still at Luxe?"

"I—"

"Why haven't you resumed your activities as Onyx? You've shown a penchant for it, as well as a need to still have that in your life, through you continuing to venture out to the fight club."

She shoved a hand through her visually-appealing vibrant-blue and silver hair. "If what happened earlier showed me anything, it was that I can't be half-assed about all of that. I was too concerned with Caleb's teachings of how to keep it under control that it impacted my focus. I should've seen that punch coming, but I let shock and emotion in, when if I hadn't put those blocks in place, those emotions would have been locked down for the duration of the fight. I did manage to find a balance in the tail end of the fight, where I was in control of both the battle and that savage thing that usually tries to take me over."

"And?"

The corner of her mouth turned up. "It was exhilarating."

There it was. Excellent.

I reached out and cupped her cheek.

She stilled for a second, but didn't move away.

I stroked my thumb over her jawline, loving that she relaxed almost immediately at my touch and soft brushes. "You're not happy, are you, love?"

"I…"

"You forged a new life for yourself built on lies, built on things you don't believe in. It was created out of fear, one of the worst things to create a life from. Rage being a close second. Your only reprieve is your time with Bastian and Caleb, because you don't have to pretend with them and you also don't have to fear the darker part of you being judged or reviled. They welcome that savagery and brutality and meet it with their own. You've already shown that you can't stay on track with this normalcy you've tried to entertain, proof being the fight club antics, your sexual relationship with my boys, and you returning to your sketching and the creative pursuits that come along with that. So, let's use tonight as the final nail in the coffin of this pretense."

She pulled away, then snapped, "What exactly do you want from me? Except to critique the way I've been living my life."

Her harsh reaction was a good sign, I'd gotten to her, and given her something to think about.

"I want many things from you. The first and foremost is to ensure you're not detrimental to Bastian and Caleb. Your current state of being on the fence and weak in your convictions is concerning in that area."

"Weak?" she seethed.

Of course that was the only thing that she'd heard.

"Do you dispute that?"

"Of course I fucking do."

I smiled to myself. She was coming out of it now, that babe in the woods disposition she'd brought with her the moment I'd escorted her from that ring. Coming back to herself.

"Then prove it to me."

She shot to her feet, looming over me, her groin level with my face. She faltered for a moment as she realized the interesting position she'd just put herself in.

I tipped my head back and smirked up at her. "Well, then? I'm waiting."

She glared down at me. "If this is the way you intend to bring me into your fold, it's doing the opposite."

"I beg to differ, love."

"What?" she snapped.

And it was delicious. She was a ball of fury on the verge, and capable of doing a great deal of damage. So much power.

So much that she'd been squandering. No more.

"You responded very favorably to Bastian's harsh and unrelenting approach. You react well to challenges, to aggression also. It excites you, makes you feel alive. You enjoy the power play."

"You did all this to bring that out in me?"

"Of course. I wanted to meet the real you, not the falsity you created." I reached up and grasped her thighs roughly.

Her hands slapped to my shoulders to steady herself as she looked at me through wide eyes as I stroked her thighs up and down, narrowly avoiding the apex. She was stunned that she was succumbing to my touch so quickly, drawn into my web so easily. She'd understand soon enough that she was connecting with the beast in me through the savagery in her. While hers had spent a lot of time being tampered down, mine was always right at the surface, ready to unleash and wield at a moment's notice.

"Do you hurt?"

"Hurt?" she asked, distractedly, her eyes fixed on my fingers teasing her thighs.

"After what he did to you earlier?"

She shuddered and I watched carefully as she then worked her jaw as though she was swallowing it down. Her nails dug into the shoulders of my long sleeve tee. "It's not the first time something like that has happened in that sort of amped up situation."

I knew for a fact that it wasn't. Because I knew about Jett.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I know how to handle it. And I don't want to talk about it, or even think about it."

"What do you want?"

Her emerald eyes locked on mine and I saw that fire sparking. "I want to erase it. I need the feel of his disgusting touch off me."

"You're sure that's how you want to go about it?"

She nodded.

"Hmm," I said, my fingers leaving her thighs, then coming up and hooking in the waistband of her pants. "Did Bastian tell you about the special dynamic between the three of us?"

She went so still as she released my shoulders and focused on my fingers just a hair's breadth away from making contact right where she wanted me, anticipation dancing in her eyes, that fire still sparking. "I… yeah… he alluded to it."

"And you got a taste with the two of them together."

"Yeah," she murmured.

"You'll stay here tonight. Tomorrow too. We have a lot to show you. If you're ready to be the real you now, no more pretense?"

"I can't just stay."

"Your parents are off-territory again for the next few days."

"That development deal… you know?"

"I know a lot. So you'll stay. Anything you need, I'll see to it."

"I… okay. I'll stay."

"Excellent." I tugged lightly at her waistband. "Now, let's deal with this immediate situation, shall we?"

She reached up and tugged her hair tie free and slid it onto her wrist. And then she shook it out, giving her a sexy wanton look when combined with the anticipation shining in her eyes and her biting her pouty lips at the same time, worrying the bottom one between her teeth.

It stirred something inside of me.

And, strangely, the urge to yank down her pants and panties and dive in hard and fast slipped away. It wasn't restraint. It was something altogether different. A need to explore, perhaps? To slow down and savor this first taste. Registering her nervousness that was clashing with her need to erase that bastard's touch from her, to replace it with another that was her choice to make.

Should it be me, though?

Why was it bothering me, seeing as though consent had clearly been given. More than consent… almost pleading for it, her desire to supplant his sexual touch with another.

Was it because of Bastian and Caleb?

Even that didn't make proper sense, because I knew they would not only approve, but they'd relish me feasting on her too. They'd want me to be a part of it, knowing it would bring her fully into our world, into our dynamic.

She had so many layers and I wasn't used to encountering people like her, especially not in a sexual context. Outside of Caleb, of course. My other sexual interactions occurred at Obscura where there weren't layers, there were just the acts themselves. Simple, yet physically fulfilling, albeit definitely not emotionally. I went there for release, for the thrill, to dominate without having to hold back, all parties fully aware of what they were signing up for beforehand.

Skylar was the first woman in a very long time whom I'd considered a sexual act with outside of the confines and the strict rules and protocols of the private lifestyle club.

That had to be what it was about, why it felt… different. Ambiguous.

"King," she breathed.

King?

Of course she was referring to me by that name.

It was what they were all to call me, all those outside my very small and tight inner circle.

But, it felt strange spilling from her lips, given her intimate association with my boys, given the circumstances laid out before us.

It was just more of a reminder just how out of the loop I'd been, how removed from them I'd become.

"Yes, love?" I answered past the lump in my throat at the emotion of that realization grasping me in a chokehold.

"I should've thought of this before things escalated, but I know about Obscura and what you get up to there, and you need to know that I… I can't be your submissive."

It was uncanny finding naivety and softness in hardened people. It didn't seem to blend together, yet it was merely the complications of being a human being, the multiple facets.

I merely smiled, and then I slowly drew her pants and panties down her thighs, brushing my fingers over her soft, warm skin as I did so, watching her teeth sink deeper into her lip.

When they'd reached her ankles, she kicked them off without me having to move to do so, displaying her eagerness and perhaps a little bit of frustration too that I was taking my time.

I slid my hands up her ankles, encircling them, then making my way up her calves, trailing up her kneecaps, all the way to her thighs. She was panting by the time I reached the apex of her thighs.

Holding her heavy-lidded gaze, I saw the gasp leave her lips before I heard it as I brushed my thumbs over her outer lips, stroking the smoothness and cataloguing her reactions.

It had been a long time since I'd feasted on a woman.

Sure, I took female subs at Obscura too, but I used their mouths and asses for the most part. When I did fuck their cunts, it was kept to strictly penetration or teasing with toys, never eating them out. It was too intimate to me for that sort of setting, especially when I didn't keep a sub and just played with them once, never with repeats. Given who I was, the power I wielded, and the weight of my name, giving them more than one session's worth of attention risked them reading more into it or hoping for more. I didn't need that hassle. I had far too much of that in other aspects of my life as it was.

And because this was out of the norm for me, I couldn't just dive in and take. I found myself wanting to take my time, to explore and illicit key reactions in Skylar. To play with her and ensure I committed it to memory for the rarity that it was.

I spread her open with my index fingers, opening up her little pink cunt for my viewing pleasure.

She gasped and squirmed in my hold.

Her clit was already swollen, her folds slick with her arousal, her blatant need for me sending a jolt straight to my cock and making me thicken in my jeans.

I grasped her little ass.

She felt so small in my hands, my palms covering the expanse of her cheeks. All of her did. Even with her standing up before me.

I angled her with my hold, then dragged my tongue through her folds.

"Shit," she cried, bucking and squirming as I licked up every drop, savoring her sweetness on my tongue and drinking it down. I flicked her clit once, making her jerk and moan out, her hands clamping down on my shoulders for purchase as her thighs shook.

And then I pulled away.

Her needy whimper was the sweetest melody. "You're being such a tease," she panted.

I smirked up at her. "Oh, love, you shouldn't have done that. I always rise to a challenge."

I released her, then opened my jeans and pulled my very hard cock out.

Her eyes widened as she drank her fill, most of her attention drawn my piercings.

Jerking her closer, I said, "You want to know what a tease really is?"

I grasped the base of my cock, then spread her open with my free hand, as I rubbed my crown through her folds, teasing her with my piercings, over her lips, her clit, with slow and sensual movements.

"God," she moaned, folding herself over me and sinking her fingers into my hair as I tortured her with the maddening pace, working her up, making her drip for me, but not giving her enough to come close to reaching that coveted peak.

Her juices were slicking all the way down her inner thighs within moments and she was groaning and keening, fisting my long waves.

"Please… oh fuck… please… more," she pleaded, almost crying with it.

I chuckled darkly, then grabbed her hips, lurched up and tossed her down onto the couch.

I shucked my jeans and boxers off, then pounced on with her.

"Seeing as though you begged so beautifully," I said, before throwing her legs over my shoulders, then diving in without warning.

She clawed at my hair as I swirled my tongue over every inch of her cunt, then alternated with hard flicks to her clit. It was wild and merciless and she had my cock pulsing as she writhed and even kicked at my shoulders, screams becoming shrieks.

Her responsiveness was driving me absolutely insane with lust and the need to elicit more from her, to ignite every nerve-ending, to open the door to a whole other realm of bliss, one so intense that it would leave her utterly boneless.

I ramped up the intensity, lashing her with my tongue, nibbling on her clit, sucking it and her lips. And when I felt her right on the edge, I thrust two fingers deep inside, her walls clamping down around me with the tightest grip I'd ever felt—and that was just around my fingers. I could only imagine what magnificent erotic torture it would be for my cock. I curled them inside her, finding her sweet spot, and that was it, she went off like a rocket, slamming her fists down on the couch as she screamed and screamed like a banshee and exploded all over my tongue. I didn't stop, pounding into her rapid-fire, then sucking harshly on her little clit.

"Shit! I can't… too much… oh fuck! Fuck!"

Sure enough, she came again, her heels digging into my shoulder blades, then rising up and clawing at my tee like a delectably wild thing.

Absolutely incredible.

When I'd finished licking up every drop of her and I pulled back, easing her legs off my shoulders, I found her collapsed on the couch, her eyes glazed and a satiated smile spread over her face. "Oh my God," she breathed. "That was… unbelievable."

"Damn, Cas. Didn't expect you to hit it off this quickly with her."

I turned to see Caleb striding in with a shit-eating grin on his face with Bastian in tow. It took the latter time through a strangely delayed reaction for him to register the scene before him. As soon as he did and took in me licking the remnants of her taste off my lips and Skylar stretched out on the couch like a contented little kitten with her thighs spread open, his eyes darkened.

He was striding over in the next moment and I frowned when I watched him stumble in his step. I shot a querying look at Caleb and he shrugged his shoulders, unaware of what was going on there.

Skylar's head lolled to the side and she took them in with a lethargic smile, her eyes still glazed as she basked in the afterglow of the onslaught of pleasure I'd showered her with.

Bastian brushed some stray strands of hair out of her face.

It turned out to be deceptively tender, though, and he surprised both me and Caleb as he suddenly fisted his hand in her hair and jerked her head to him roughly as he snarled, "The scent of your freshly eaten cunt is driving my cock crazy, as crazy as you fucking make me, Sky. You're in my fucking head, in my bones, down really deep. You know that?" He leaned in and breathed her in. "What should we do about that, hmm?" He reached out with his free hand and suddenly slapped her cunt. Hard.

She mewled and bucked on the couch.

"Punish this sinful body of yours," he ground out, as he did it again. "That's what I'm gonna do right now."

He angled his fingers to thrust them inside her, but I snatched his wrist, stopping him.

Caleb was at my side in the next second as I held Bastian's hand steady, despite him growling and pushing against me. He hadn't calmed down then. Or, perhaps, seeing Skylar in this satiated state had set him off again. Sparking some jealousy, maybe? Although that seemed a little far-fetched for the situation, for our dynamic.

Caleb stroked her cheek to get her attention and when her gaze snapped to his, he asked her, "Are you done, darling? Do you want us to settle you for the night?"

"I… no."

"No?"

When she just smiled out at him with a glint in her eyes, he pushed gently, "We need to hear you say the words. Especially after what happened earlier tonight. It's your decision, no one else's, okay? Do you hear me, Skylar? Absolutely your call."

She turned into his cheek, nuzzling against it and moaning out, before telling him, "I don't want it to end yet. I want you all… I need you all over me."

"All right, darling." He pulled away, then as I released Bastian's wrist, he fisted his hand in his shirt, hissing, "Watch yourself, B."

Bastian ripped his hand off him and growled, "Stop questioning my mental state!"

As Caleb jolted from his outburst and we exchanged a look, Skylar intervened, pushing into a sitting position, then grabbing Bastian's hand and pulling him to her. "Shh, it's okay, it's all okay." She held him to her, then pulled him down by the collar of his shirt with her other hand, tugging urgently. It had him stumbling all too easily, just like earlier, and then he was slapping his hand to the top of the couch to steady himself, his other grasping her nape a moment before his mouth crashed down on hers.

He was all over her in a moment, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, clearly laying claim, then kissing and nipping down her throat, her clavicle, to the tops of her breasts. He jerked her hoodie off her shoulders, then ripped her sports bra off in the next beat. He had her squealing as he sucked her breast into his mouth, then swirled his tongue over her nipple. He alternated between the two, basically eating her alive until she was squirming, her little ass bucking on the couch.

With a sexy little growl, Skylar shoved him down onto his back, then jerked his jeans down. He helped her pull them off his ankles and the second they were free she was growling again and then slamming his hands down above him, trapping them with a hand to each wrist.

She licked and bit her way down his throat, to his nipples, then scraped her nails down his abs, leaving red-raw marks in her wake. She had him groaning and throwing his head back, undulating beneath her, his cock bouncing against his stomach.

Mmm. It was a sight to behold, my cock thickening at the sight.

"Hell, yeah," Bastian grunted. "Take your fill, baby."

His words spurred her on, and then she rubbed her cunt all over his cock, coating him in her slickness.

As I pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, I watched Caleb strip naked rapid-fire, his need showing and reaching a height that I was only barely keeping in check myself.

The sexual heat in the room was reaching fever pitch.

Not to mention, I'd been shoring up my control for far too long as I'd played with her earlier.

I watched with hooded eyes as Caleb reached under her and slicked his fingers with her juices, then drew them up to her ass and began rimming her, then dipping the tip of his finger inside.

I groaned as he held it there, making her muscles quiver.

She tried to buck back against him to force some movement, but his hand to her hip prevented it and had her mewling with need.

I reached around and grasped the base of Bastian's cock, his heavy-lidded gaze snapping to mine. I smirked as I took a rare feel of him and he was so far gone that he actually started thrusting back on my hand. While holding his cock steady, I lifted Skylar with my free hand and slammed her down, making her take him deep inside her cunt.

"Yes! Oh God!" she cried out, throwing her head back.

I flicked Bastian's balls rapid-fire and it had him doing what I'd intended and fucking up into her, pounding like a jackhammer and making her bounce wildly on his cock.

Caleb grinned slyly at me, then thrust his finger deep into her ass. A full body shudder took her over and she started fucking back between his finger and Bastian's cock splitting her open.

I snatched his jeans off the floor and pulled out a strip of condoms he was known for keeping on him. I separated one packet, then tore it open. As he drove another finger to meet the first in her ass, I rolled the condom down over his cock, loving his little pants as my fingers skimmed all over his shaft in the process.

I hooked a finger in her ass alongside his, opening her, and then I thrust my tongue inside, slicking her walls and Caleb's fingers at the same time.

She shuddered, then stilled on Bastian's cock.

Then she spread her ass open for us, urging us on, clearly getting off on the torment.

Bastian rose up and licked at her nipples and her soft perky breasts.

She was beside herself, crying out, then grabbing his nape and devouring his mouth, ravaging him with her lips, tongue, and teeth.

I pulled my tongue free, then watched as Caleb slicked his cock with her cunt juices.

"Christ, I've wanted to take this hot little ass since that first time we played, darling. Are you gonna swallow me whole like you did Bastian's big fat cock? Are you gonna squirm for me as I feed you every inch and make you burn for me?"

"Yes," she cried, before biting down on Bastian's pec, which had him slamming up into her hard, and rattling her sexy little body. "Hell, yes!"

"You're damn right," Bastian grunted as he rolled his hips and had her keening as he ground his cock deep. "Show Cas what a filthy little whore you are for us, how you love having every part of this smoking hot body owned by us."

I spread her ass cheeks wide as Caleb pushed inside her tiny asshole. My cock was reacting fiercely as I watched his thickness stretch her open as he fed her inch after inch, before pulling out right to the crown, then slamming in deep all the way, stabbing at her depths. She screamed and lurched forward, then as Bastian started to move, Caleb alternating with him, she grabbed at her own breasts, digging her nails in and scratching all over herself like a wild thing.

Bastian groaned, his jaw working as he strained to hold off.

Caleb chuckled. "You feel me, huh, B? Feel my cock sliding against yours, rubbing the fuck out of you both?"

"Jesus, Cal," Bastian gasped.

"Next time it'll be Cas and those piercings of his. You'll feel them rolling over your crown."

"Oh, fuck, you guys," Skylar rasped.

"You like that, our little slut?" Caleb said with a laugh.

Before she could answer, I was there, grasping her throat. Her pulse thrummed wildly beneath my fingers.

I slapped my cock against her cheek and she opened immediately, her gaze snapping to mine.

Those stunning green eyes of hers burned into me and then she swept her tongue over my piercings, making me jolt.

"That's right, suck on that sinful jewelry," Caleb urged her. "Show Cas how much you want him, how much the three of us all over you this time is getting you off."

And did she… holy hell. She suckled and nipped, then flicked with her tongue.

"Open that throat," I commanded. "Welcome me in, love."

She opened wide and loosened her jaw.

And then I shifted my grip to her hair and thrust inside.

I groaned as I hit right at the back of her throat and she convulsed around me, doing wondrous things for my cock.

I held there, relishing the sensations, grinding my balls against her chin.

"Ungh, yeah, she likes that," Cal grunted. "Squeezing my cock like a fucking vise."

"And dripping all over my balls. Fuck me," Bastian groaned.

I roughly angled her head to get just that much deeper, her throat working wildly as she gurgled and choked on me. "Mmm," I said, stroking her hair. "Such a dirty little thing, getting off on being owned by us. And this is just an appetizer, love. You have no idea how depraved it can get." She gurgled a moan around her mouthful of cock.

I slapped her cunt and she was absolutely drenched. "Mmm, she's right there, boys. Make her shatter for us."

They started fucking into her without a shred of mercy, no gentle and easy for our perfect little plaything now.

I pulled my cock free and she gagged and spluttered, saliva dripping down her chin.

I cut off a scream that was bubbling in her throat in the next moment as the boys fucked her raw, and I filled her throat with my cock.

Then she stunned me as she started taking control, swirling her tongue, then sucking me deep, before ramming her head up and down, literally fucking her throat with my cock.

"There it is," Bastian said. "Out of this world, right?" he asked me, his eyes shining with unadulterated lust.

"She certainly is." I slapped her cunt as she took us in every hole.

Her screams became a constant, muffled by my cock.

In moments, she was shuddering all over, then coming over Bastian's.

"Ah, shit, the way you grip me, baby," he grunted. Then he jerked and came inside her.

"Yeah, take my cum deep in this slutty ass," Caleb was crying out in the next moment, just before he gritted his teeth and spurted inside her, then saved some to paint her ass cheeks too.

It had her coming again and shrieking around my cock, the reverberations tightening my balls to the point of no return.

That was pushed to a whole other level when Caleb came up beside me, then hooked her cheeks open with his fingers, and then slid his cock into her mouth alongside mine.

She slowed to accommodate him, our cock heads pushing at the inside of her cheeks obscenely.

And then she was lapping at both our crowns.

"Mmm… do you taste your ass on me, darling?" Caleb rasped. "That's right, clean off every drop and swallow it down like the dirty slut you are for us. Next time, I'll make you eat my ass, while the boys play with yours."

Her eyes rolled back in her head and it had Bastian groaning as she must've clenched down around his spent cock again.

His words, the sensation of her mouth around both our cocks, her swirling tongue, and Caleb's cock rubbing against mine… it had me finally succumbing.

A roar tore from me as I came, filling her throat and painting her tongue with my hot cum.

Caleb thrust hard into her mouth, stabbing in and out rapid-fire, and grazing my cock with every movement, pushing me higher and higher until I was shuddering as pleasure ripped through me, not just prolonging my orgasm, but taking it to a whole other level, until roar after roar escaped me and absolute ecstasy consumed me.

I pulled out and slapped my hand to Bastian's bicep to steady myself.

Bastian smiled out at me and grasped my arm for my stability.

As he did, his eyes looked… different. Vacant, maybe?

I shook it off. I'd just come incredibly hard, we were all immersed in some heady sexual heat, and I hadn't seen him in this sort of situation for a long time. I was just overthinking as I tended to do.

Thankfully, Caleb drew my attention back to the immediate happenings as he pulled out from Skylar, lifted her off Bastian's cock, then pushed her down on him so she was laying on his chest on her back. And then he pounced on them both and began licking my cum out of her mouth and cheeks, her tongue.

By the time he was done, we were all blissed-out.

That had certainly been something.

More than I'd hoped for on all counts.

The way we'd come together like this for the first time in years, it marked a turning point.

It changed things.

The addition of Skylar Bennett had changed things.

I smiled to myself.

I wouldn't lose my boys now.

This, with her, was how we'd go forward from here.