Demise (Gallows Hill, #3)

by Katelyn Taylor

I get back to mixing the dough together when a pair of arms wrap around me. It takes me a moment to recognize them, a new scent hitting my nose that I’m not overly used to. “Hi, Wes,” I smile. He drops his head into the crook of my neck, placing a soft kiss against my skin as he speaks. “Hi, little one. Whatcha doing?” “Making some sugar cookies. Want to help?” I offer as I turn to look at him.

Why are forearms so hot? Please, someone, explain it to me, because I don’t understand it myself. They just are, though.

Looking around for the closest thing I can, I pinch some flour between my fingers before tossing it at his chest. Now, it’s his turn to look outraged. His mouth drops open, and he looks down at his shirt before back up to me. It was right then and there that I realized how royally I had fucked up. Calmly, Wesley reaches behind me, grabbing a fistful of flour before sprinkling it over my head. I screech and swat him away, but he holds both of my hands with one hand while coating my head with the other. Then, it’s on. We both reach for handfuls of flour, tossing it at each other before I grab two fistfuls and run to hide behind the kitchen island for cover. The air is thick with white powder, clouding the kitchen as we participate in all out baking warfare. When we run out of flour, Wesley scoops up the remaining powder on the island, scooping it together into his hands before ninja rolling across the floor. Sometimes, I forget that he was in the military, a Navy Seal, no less. His eyes land on mine and he ends his roll in a crouched position. Fear clenches my stomach before he pounces. I squeal again as he throws one more handful of flour to my face before landing on top of me.

I feel his hips move between my legs, forcing them apart as he rolls them forward once. Our tongues are tangled as his teeth sink into my bottom lip, pulling it playfully as he rolls his hips again. “Wes,” I moan when footsteps sound down the hallway. “What the fuck is going on? I heard Skyla screaming and—” Ronan’s words are cut short when he rounds the corner. I’m sure it’s quite a sight. The usually pristine kitchen is coated with enriched flour while I’m dry humping his bond brother on the floor. Then again, with how soaked my panties currently are, there is nothing dry about this humping.

“Hey, Ro. You’re just in time for the show.” “The show?” Ronan echoes, an unimpressed eyebrow raised as he speaks, though there is no denying his voice has taken on a deeper husk. “Mhmm, unless, of course, you want to participate,” he challenges with a waggle of his eyebrows.

I start to ask him what he’s doing, but he lifts me up and over his shoulder before I can say anything. Wordlessly, Wesley begins carrying me through the dining room, taking extra care with my ribs before heading to the staircase. He takes the steps two at a time, Ronan right on his heels before they push into my bedroom.

“What? No one else is allowed to join?” I tease. “No,” Ronan grits out huskily. “Right now, you’re ours.”

I can practically feel their eyes rake over me, taking in every inch of my body before Wesley drops to his knees off the side of the bed and yanks me to the edge. Before I can even right myself, he’s diving in face first. My thighs wrap around his head as he runs his tongue through me, forcing a shudder to rip through my body as he does it again and again, his teeth nipping at my clit as he does. Wesley and I haven’t slept together yet, but he has gone down on me, and holy shit, I think this time is even better. As Wesley continues devouring me whole, I hear the jingle of Ronan’s belt before he pushes down his pants, pulling out his hard cock. He closes the space between us, crawling onto the bed, his knees beside my head as he pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth. “Open up, baby.” I do as he says, and he wastes no time sinking himself fully into my mouth and down my throat. Once he’s fully seated, he grabs hold of my head, forcing himself a little deeper and causing me to gag. “Fuck,” he groans. “Just like that. Gag on my cock, baby.”

Though, there is only so much air you can breathe when you have a fat cock blocking your airway. I want the record to show that this isn’t complaining; that’s just factual.

“Stop staring at my cock like you want to be the one sucking it,” Ronan growls as he fucks my throat harder. Wesley pulls away from me, his mouth glistening as he speaks. “Maybe I do.” Ronan grunts. “I know you do.” “So, let me. We know Sky loves it when her men play together, right, little one?” Wesley asks as he looks up at me. I nod, surprised Ronan is somewhat entertaining this conversation. I never would have expected this from him. Literally, almost anyone in the world but him. Ask me if I’m mad about it. “Come on, Ro,” Wesley coaxes softly. “Do it for your girl. She’s fucking dripping for it,” Wesley says as he stands up, pulling his cock out and running the tip through me.

“Fuck her,” he demands. A smile spreads across Wesley’s face, but I don’t miss the disappointment in his eyes as he shrugs. “Not exactly a hardship,” he says as he pushes inside me. My mouth drops at the intrusion. His head feels bigger than the others, and it’s hitting me in all the ways that fucking count. My god. “Shit, little one. You feel like fucking heaven,” Wesley groans. “You too,” I gasp. “So good.” “You like him filling you up?” Ronan asks as he pushes his cock down my throat.

“Good,” Ronan grits out. “I want you two to come, and then I want you both on your knees for me.”

“You guys like that? Like that I want you on your knees for me, ready and willing to suck daddy’s cock?” “Daddy, huh?” Wesley smirks. “Her daddy,” Ronan says. Wesley’s eyebrows raise as he shoots Ronan a wink. “I don’t know. Kinda like the sound of you being my daddy, too. What do you think, little one? Up for sharing?”

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I shout around Ronan’s cock as I’m coming. My pussy pulses, my body shakes, and it seems to be all Wesley needs to fall apart as well. I feel his cock swell inside of me, his moans filling the room as he gasps and grunts before his thrusts stop, and he blows out a shaky breath. Ronan pulls out of my mouth as he moves off the bed to stand. “Both of you, on your knees, now,” Ronan barks in an authoritative tone that does something entirely too delicious to me.

stroking his cock as he reaches for Wesley first. His hand grips Wesley’s cheeks, his eyes drilling into him as he speaks. “Open.” His mouth falls open, ready and waiting for Ronan. He doesn’t make Wesley wait long because, in the next second, he is pushing inside his mouth. A tremble runs through Ronan’s body as Wesley pushes Ronan’s cock down his throat before pulling almost all the way out and back again. Wesley’s hands come to Ronan’s hips, steadying himself as he falls into a rhythm that seems to be heavenly if Ronan’s face was anything to go off. “Goddamnit. Forgot how good this mouth is,” Ronan growls before he begins thrusting. “You guys have done this before?” I ask, part in shock and partly turned all the way the fuck on. Wesley smirks, pulling away from Ronan as he looks at me. “It took years for me to wear him down. One drunken blowjob and he couldn’t get enough.” “Shut up and choke on my cock,” Ronan snaps

And Ronan is watching Wesley openly, not an ounce of embarrassment or shame on his face. Something else I find lacking is want. They don’t look at each other the way Liam and Asher do. This feels more primal, sexual. It seems to be less about a deeper connection, and more of a carnal release. Regardless of the foundation or direction this takes us all, the puddle between my legs is on board for the ride. In the next moment, Ronan pulls away from Wesley, pushing his cock into my mouth. His cock is warm and wet, and it turns me on so much more to know that his best friend was the one keeping his cock warm just a second ago.

I feel another mouth come beside me. Wesley is to my left, his mouth latching onto the side of Ronan’s cock before he steals it from me, pushing it back down his throat again. I take a page out of his playbook and steal it right back. Back and forth, both of us licking, sucking and swallowing around Ronan. “Fuck. You both are being so good for me. So good for daddy.”

“I’m gonna come, fuck, I’m gonna come,” Ronan moans urgently. I continue sucking him as Wesley rubs his balls before Ronan speaks. “Open your mouths, tongues out.” Wesley and I do as he says, watching Ronan stroke his cock before releasing his cum all over our tongues. He starts with me before moving to Wesley and then back to me. I feel Ronan’s warm cum dripping down my chin, and when I look to see Wesley in the same state, I can’t help but fucking love it. Ronan releases his cock, shaking his head as he blows out a breath. He looks at me first, pinching my cheeks much like he did Wesley’s earlier as he bends down and presses a kiss to my cum covered mouth. When he pulls away, Wesley looks up at him challengingly. “Where’s my kiss?” Ronan scoffs, rolling his eyes as he strolls to the bathroom. “You’ve got your girlfriend right next to you, kiss her.” Wesley releases an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. “Oh darn, what a chore,” he laughs before pressing a kiss to my lips. The kiss is sticky and salty, and for all the reasons that it shouldn’t be hot…not

Vincent

Him showing up out of the blue after all these years is suspicious, to say the least, and the way he magically fell for Skyla in the same moment…I don’t trust him one fucking bit. If I voiced my gut feeling, I’m sure I’d be dismissed as being pissed off that I have to share her with yet another person. Which, albeit is a bullet point on the list, but it’s not my main reason.

Brenton has publicly attacked Skyla twice since she and Maggie met, and guess whose dorm room I watched Bartlett leave at three in the morning two days ago? You guessed it, Bridgette motherfucking Brenton. My siren is so sweet, but she invites entirely too many untrustworthy snakes into her life. I’d be happy to make them all disappear if I knew she wouldn’t hate me forever when I did.

“When are you getting that fucking thing off? I’m sick of a bed in the middle of the goddamn living room.” “Tomorrow,” Liam says. “And it’s my goddamn living room,” Asher snaps. “It’ll stay here for as long as it needs to be.” “Oh, my apologies, didn’t mean to offend your boyfriend,” I taunt. Asher’s jaw tenses as he takes a step towards me before Liam grabs his hand, stopping him with a head shake. “Aw, look at that. You guys can even communicate with no words.” “What the fuck is your problem, Griggs?” Liam huffs. “Probably hasn’t gotten laid in a while,” Wesley says with a bored tone as he and Ronan stride into the living room. “Where is Skyla at?”

“Probably getting her pussy eaten by her bestie.” “Hot, I want to watch,” Wesley says as he grabs a bag of chips and pops one into his mouth. “Get in line, man. I was trying to encourage that shit in class the other day, I swear to God, Sky almost went for it,” Liam says.

“Asher’s birthday is coming up. Christopher and I are making arrangements for the ceremony.” Ah, yes. The induction ceremony. Up until now, legacies have been doing the Brethren’s bidding while still being a living, breathing human. After that ceremony, their souls are practically sold to the devil. Ironic, since the Brethren was founded by extremist Puritan Protestants. I don’t actually know what the ceremony entails since I haven’t been inducted either. Though my birthday isn’t for a while, it’s only a matter of time. Then again, I lost my soul a long fucking time ago, so what’s the point?

My eyes burn into the side of Asher’s head, flashes of that night flickering on repeat in my head. The night Asher killed Nate is a night that I’ll never escape, no matter how hard I try. The fucked up part is that I bet anything Asher doesn’t even realize he’s responsible, doesn’t even understand how much blood is on his hands. Or maybe he does and doesn’t care. My blood begins to boil, hatred gnawing at every fiber of my body. It would be all too easy to reach inside my boot, grab my knife and stab the piece of fucking shit in the neck. I know I can’t, though, and the reason I can’t is the beautiful siren upstairs. Goddamnit. Fuck this.

“Vincent, is everything oka—” “Bartlett, you have exactly five seconds to get out of here,” I say. “Why, are you guys gonna fuck? I’m staying if you are. Just because I prefer women doesn’t mean I don’t want to watch a hot straight couple fuck.” “Five,” I say through clenched teeth. “Four.” She raises a challenging eyebrow that has my building anger practically blinding, and Skyla must sense it. “Give us a minute,” she says softly.

“I need you, now,” I say quickly as I pull my cock out of my pants. She blinks once before she’s pulling down her leggings. I push into her without a second’s hesitation, a feral growl leaving me as I do. “Shit,” she hisses as I roll my hips hard, picking up a punishing pace in the next moment. “What’s going on?” she groans. “Nothing,” I say, blinking hard in an attempt to clear the rage that is currently clouding my vision. “You’re so mad, babe. You’re shaking,” she says gently. “I hate him,” I snarl. “I put up with him for you, only for you, but fuck, I hate him!” “Who?” she asks as I snap my hips, my eyes dropping to hers as understanding crosses her face. “Asher?”

I do my best to fuck her hard, trying to chase the demons away, push the nightmares away. Nothing works, though. “What do you need? Tell me?” Skyla begs. “Blood. His fucking blood rolling down my knife,” I gnash. Her voice is quiet as she speaks. “Use me.” “What?” I snap. “Use me, like you did in the cabin. Use me.”

My hand is digging into her fleshy thigh, and I press the silver blade against her skin, slowly dragging a line along it as a trail of blood follows in its wake. I do another and another and another until blood is covering my hand, smearing across her entire upper thigh. She whimpers softly but doesn’t ask me to stop. My cuts are shallow, so shallow they won’t even scar, but the bloodthirsty demons inside me crave more. I move to her other leg as I draw more and more lines. More and more blood. It feels so empowering, so spiritual. Skyla Parris is my goddamn religion. From now until the end of my days, I’ll happily kneel at her altar, worship her feet and taste her blood. Pulling out of her, I bend down, dragging my tongue along her bloody thigh. She winces at it, but I mimic the move on her other thigh, that familiar copper taste springing across my tongue as I shove my cock back into her. My eyes practically roll into the back of my head as I fuck her faster than before, my fingers playing with her bloody thighs, a sense of calm rolling over me with it. Yes, I’m fucked up, no, there is no hope for me.

I feel her hand lift to my head, her fingers running through my black hair soothingly. I close my eyes on instinct, enjoying this moment, savoring it. “What did Asher do, baby?” she asks softly. My eyes spring open, but all I see is her beautiful blonde hair. The words are stuck in my throat, my own demons keeping them locked in a chokehold as I grapple with how to respond. I don’t want to respond. I don’t want to talk about it, but I know she won’t accept that. Truthfully, she deserves to hear it. Deserves to know what a monster her ‘husband’ is. “Asher killed Nathaniel.”

“What do you mean?” she asks carefully. I can hear the doubt in her voice. Why would she take my word on this when she has Putnam whispering into her ear? The hurt consumes me, but I bury it quickly, pushing up and out of her before I stand. I get dressed in a flash and turn to head out the door as Skyla sits up. “Vincent, stop. Talk to me. Vincent!” she shouts as I step out of the door and slam it shut. The sound echoes through the house, and I tear down the stairs as fast as I can, heading for my bike. I need to get the fuck away from Salem for a while. Maybe forever.

Skyla

wanted to go after Vincent, but by the time I even stood up, I heard the sound of his bike firing up and taking off. Maybe I reacted poorly to what he said, but who wouldn’t ask questions? One of my boyfriends just accused my other boyfriend, husband technically, of murder. I’d like to think I know Asher fairly well, and I’m not saying he isn’t capable of murder, as fucked up as that might sound, but killing Vincent’s bond brother? I just…wanted more information, I guess.

“What happened to Nathaniel Ingersoll?” He shrugs. “Same shit that happens to anyone who is caught breaking the rules, they’re eliminated.” “Eliminated?” I echo. “Like what Vincent does?” “There are more eliminators in the Brethren than just Griggs, princess,” Asher answers. “Well, Vincent just told me that you were the one to kill Nathaniel…any idea why he thinks that?” Asher screws up his face at that as he shakes his head. “I did not. I was only nineteen back then, about to be twenty. I hadn’t even killed anyone until—” His words break off as he glances at Maggie before those brown eyes come back to me. “I didn’t kill him, princess. I don’t know why Griggs told you that, but he’s a fucking liar.”

Maggie grabs the milk, pouring several mugs full before reaching to put it away. When she does, the sleeve of her t-shirt rises, and something catches my eye. What the fuck. I reach out for her arm, stopping in her tracks as I push the sleeve up. “Maggie, what happened?” I ask, my eyes taking on several round burn marks scattered under her upper arm. Just high enough to be concealed with the sleeve of a t-shirt. She jerks at my touch, quickly yanking it down before she shakes her head. “It’s nothing.” “That’s not nothing, Maggie,” I argue. “Drop it!” she snaps, a fierceness to her tone that I haven’t heard from her before.

Asher reaches down and begins massaging my leg. I give him a sweet smile over my shoulder, and he shoots me a wink. His arm is around Liam’s shoulder, and it doesn’t take long for Liam to slump down. He rests his head against Asher’s chest, his leg intertwined with Asher’s. They are so cute it makes me want to puke and melt all at the same time.

Liam

The day I’ve been looking forward to is finally here. I’ve finally got the all fucking clear. No cast, no walking boot. I’m like a brand new man. Skyla squeezes my hand as she looks down at me. I smile up at her before I turn to see Asher listening to the doctor’s instructions with rapt attention. He’s really adopted the Mr. Responsible role lately. At least when daddy Ronan isn’t around to do it for all of us.

“Couldn’t be better. Now I can finally fuck you standing up.” Intrigue enters her eyes, and I wink at her before Asher grabs the door. “No, dumbass. The doctor said that you need to take it easy,” he scolds. I pout as I look back at him. “Don’t be jealous, I’ll fuck you standing up too.” He lifts a bored eyebrow before leaning his head down to speak into my ear. “If you think that you’ll be the one to fuck me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Skyla turns back to look at me, concern on her face. “You okay? You’re limping.” Asher turns to glance at me before he smirks. “He’s not limping, princess. He’s trying to wrangle the boner I just gave him.”

Asher has barely even pulled out of the parking lot before I’m undoing both my seatbelt and Skyla’s, dragging her up and over to my lap. Her legs part, forced to straddle me when Asher curses. “What the fuck are you doing? Both of you buckle up, now.” “Calm down, Dad. Just having a little fun,” I smirk as Skyla giggles. “Fun? Aren’t you the one who just got cleared from the last car accident?” I wave him off. “That doesn’t count. A psycho stalker cut my brake lines. Do you have brakes?” Asher narrows his eyes in the rearview mirror, and I nod. “Exactly. Now shut up. I’m trying to make out with my girlfriend.” “You mean my wife,” Asher snaps. “Tomato, potato,” I say as I press my lips to Skyla’s.

I cup one of her breasts in my hand, closing my mouth around her nipple as she lets out a moan and drops her head backwards. My tongue swirls around her nipple, my teeth nipping at it as Asher curses from the front seat. I release Skyla’s nipple with a pop before I tap the side of her ass. “Turn around, babygirl. Slide those pants down and face Ash.”

I pull my cock out, grabbing her silk thong and yanking it to the side before I rub the head of my cock through her. She takes in a sharp inhale through her teeth, and I look over her shoulder to see Asher staring more often in the rearview mirror than the road. “Eyes on the road, big boy,” I laugh as I sink myself into her. We both let out simultaneous moans that has Asher whipping the car over to the shoulder. Horns honk and brakes screech across the road before the car is thrown into park, and Asher is spinning around in his seat. Skyla begins bouncing up and down on me, my hands cupping her tits as she does. My thumbs play with her nipples, rubbing and pulling on them when Asher steals the right one from me, pulling it into his mouth. “Oh, my God,” Skyla moans. “Yeah, suck on her titty, Ash. Help me make our girl feel good,” I encourage.

I watch with rapt attention as he begins stroking himself, his eyes closed as he licks and sucks Skyla. Goddamnit, they are so fucking hot. How did I get this lucky? To have Skyla is already a blessing from above, but to have them both? Luckiest bastard to ever live.

For him to have a moment that was just for us. He couldn’t deny me then, just like he can’t now. He wants me, and I’ve wanted him for longer than I realized. I really never thought I’d see the day. The lines were always so clear in my head. I was never interested in men romantically; then again, I wasn’t really interested in women romantically, either.

Skyla’s pussy contracts around me, and it has my head dropping back to the headrest. “Goddamn, babygirl. Your pretty little pussy hugs me so good. Such a tight little thing.” “Uh huh,” she groans, one hand wrapping around my neck while the other cups the back of Asher’s head. Smashed together between us, properly worshipped the way she deserves to be. See? A Skyla sandwich.

He watches my cock slide in and out of Skyla before he does something I never see coming. Pushing himself further through the opening between the front seat and the back, he buries his head in between Skyla and my legs and begins devouring…well, both of us. His tongue starts at the base of my cock before it draws a line up to Skyla, ending on her clit. A sharp moan rips through Skyla as he begins eating her pussy while I fuck her.

I may or may not purposefully lift her up higher than necessary. So high for a moment, she comes off my cock. Just like I hope he would, Asher takes the opportunity to suck my cock down his throat. He pushes it all the way down, bobbing up and down several times. One of my hands comes to his cheek, attempting to push him off so I can keep fucking Skyla, but he only sinks down further, groaning as his hand jerking himself off picks up in speed. “Holy fucking shit!” Skyla gasps as she watches him, lust and shock on her face. “Do you like that, Ash?” His eyes flick up to her, his mouth stuffed full of my cock as he nods slowly. “How does it taste? My pussy all over Liam’s cock?” Skyla asks, forcing my cock to twitch in Asher’s mouth before he slowly pulls up to speak. “Like my two favorite flavors combined in one,” he says before crushing his lips to Skyla.

Asher tears his mouth away from hers before coming for me. His tongue tastes like Skyla, and it only makes my cock throb harder and harder. When his tongue wraps around mine and sucks, I’m a goner. I thrust up, once, hard, forcing my piercings to do their job and send Skyla falling over the edge. In the next moment, Asher rips away from me, grabbing the back of Skyla’s neck as he pushes his cock towards her and comes on her tongue. She sticks it out for him, allowing him to paint it nice and pretty before she pulls it back into her mouth and swallows.

Asher