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October 30 - November 1, 2024
I’d faced demons bigger than the Hades Virus. I’d gone up against the most ruthless of beasts and had them purring in my arms by the end of it.
So help everyone in this building when they came for me. The four horsemen were going to collect their queen. And when they arrived, there would be blood to pay.
“Fight with the spirit of the warrior I know lives in you. Fight for the good days. Fight to be stronger than anything the world hurls at you, fight for what you want. Always, Tatum, always. Because no one but you can make your life what you want it to be.”
I liked burgers without pickles and silly emojis like squids and potatoes.
“But the world is full of second chances, kiddo,” he promised. “You can make things good. Any situation. No matter how bad. It can be good again. I swear it. You’ve just gotta be brave enough to give life hell. Don’t settle for less. You’re not here to bow to the world, beautiful girl, you’re here to make the world bow to you.”
It was hard to feel anything other than fury and fear right now. And I hadn't felt fear in a long damn time. I'd even begun to believe that I wasn't capable of feeling it anymore. But then Tatum Rivers had made me feel a lot of things I'd never thought I could feel.
She was the light to my dark, the hope in a world without any, the reason for my shackled soul to crave freedom. She'd given me dreams of a life with something more. So much fucking more. It was beyond anything I ever could have claimed to deserve but she'd given it to me anyway. Even after all the things we'd put her through when she'd first fallen into our lives.
"Fuck the world. I don't care. Without her in it, there isn't anything else worth saving anyway. I don't give a shit if it's right or noble or ethical. My love for her isn't any of those things. It's dark, twisted, dangerous and unstoppable. So if saving her means letting the rest of the world burn then pass me the fucking matches and I'll get the gasoline. Because there isn't a thing in this universe that I'm not willing to sacrifice to get my girl back."
Blake picked the paperback up from her desk entitled Warrior Fae, flipped it open to the last page and tore it out before scrunching it up and tossing it in the trash. Fucking savage.
They were four kings of the dark, and I had become their queen.
“Because the reapers of hell are here, Jonas,” I told him in a deadly whisper. “And they’ve come to collect your soul.”
“Saint’s the brains, he’s the one who will have found you. He was who I called from your phone by the way.” I smirked as his brows pinched together. “You fucking-” “He’s got a real psycho streak too,” I spoke over him. “Then there’s Nash, my beautiful knight looks like an angel but he will have left his heart at home for this job. And Blake? You don’t wanna see him scorned, Jonas. I’ve seen him kill and he goes to a dark, dark place that still surprises me every time. And Kyan, oh Lord, you don’t wanna meet Kyan.” “Who’s that?” he murmured, like he just couldn’t help but ask. “Kyan’s vengeance
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“If I’m a whore, I’m the whore of four demons. And they really don’t like when people try to take me from them. I wonder what they’ll do when I tell them how nicely you’ve been treating me.”
"Pink?" Saint growled, sounding like he'd just seen someone dick slap his grandma or something.
“For so long I thought the only real meaning my life held was in seeking revenge for what Troy Memphis did to my family,” I said to her in a low voice, not even certain she could hear me over the roar of the helicopter. “But I was so fucking wrong. So, so wrong, Tatum. Because fearing for your life almost destroyed me. It made me realise that I have so much more to live for than some vendetta. I love you. I love you with everything I am and everything I’ll ever be and I’m sorry if I didn’t make it clear how strongly I felt that before now, or if you ever felt you ranked below my desire to-”
He killed the fucking pilot! Holy mother of fuck!
To anyone outside of us, I was sure it would have seemed strange. But I desired all of these men equally. I craved them like they were four ingredients to my own brand of heroin, catered perfectly to my needs.
Blake clapped his hand to Monroe’s shoulder and even Saint was closer to them than he’d usually be, his arm brushing theirs like wolves taking comfort in their pack mates.
“I don’t pity you, Tatum, I fucking worship you. Your pain makes me want to sin, but your strength makes me want to repent. I’m a demon trying to grow wings by standing in the blinding light of you.”
“Why do you love me?” he asked in a boyish voice that made my heart shatter. I looked him dead in the eyes, needing him to know. How could he not already know?
“Because your soul is made to fit mine. I love you with all I am and all I will ever be, Kyan. And I’ll spend every day at your side making you see why you’re worthy of everything the world has to give.” “Even you?” he asked, pulling me closer by the waist. “Am I worthy of you, baby?” There was a desperate plea to his voice like he needed to know this above anything else and it hurt me that he could doubt it.
but before she could utter so much as a sound, I turned fully to face her and dropped to my knees instead.
"All hail the queen," I breathed, just loud enough for her to hear and her breath hitched as I tugged her forward a step and my mouth landed on the heat of her bare pussy.
"I love you, Tatum Rivers," I growled, painting my fingers down her chest, stroking the full rise of her breast and teasing her hard nipple. "I didn't think I could even feel something like the things I feel for you. I didn't think there was enough good in me for it. And my love isn't something light and freeing, it’s obsessive and toxic, controlling and insatiable. But I feel it all for you.”
Tatum Rivers might have been the perfect bait for the monster in me, but she was the balm for it too. She had tamed four broken, wild men and all we could do now was worship her and hope she never wanted to escape us. But either way, I wouldn't be letting her go.
I reached out quickly, knocking the alarm clock so it wasn’t facing us before rolling over to look at him. He arched an eyebrow at me. “I am quite aware of the time, Tatum. Who do you think turned the alarm off? A fucking pixie?”
Because if I am to hold myself to any standard, my siren, my heart, my fucking everything, then there is no greater standard on earth than you.”
“I love you, Cinders.” He nuzzled my neck
“I love you too, golden boy,” I breathed and he sighed, closing his eyes as he relished those words. I carved my fingers over his face and into his hair, my soul rising to the surface of my flesh for this boy. “I love every ray of sunshine that’s housed in your skin, I love that each one burns into me and makes me feel lighter than air. But I love your darkness too, the shadowy side of you that lurks beneath that sweetly cruel exterior. I want both halves of you, Blake Bowman, because they make you real. They make you a villain and a hero. A god and a devil. The creature in between it all is
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She was a predator hunting for her prey and her fangs were bared. And I was more than happy to be her damsel in distress. I’d even swoon for her when she saved my ass and happily spend the next few hours thanking her in any and every way she wanted.
“Tatum!” Kyan shouted. “Did I ever tell you I fucking love you?”
Deep down, Saint Memphis was as soft as butter and he was starting to let it show.
Saint nudged me aside and I reluctantly let him so that he could clean Tatum up, the gentle, adoring way of his movements making me smile. Fucking softie. I was gonna have to buy him a teddy bear for him to cuddle at night if he kept this shit up.
each of your contact information is stored here under animal codenames. Kyan you’re Koala, Tatum you’re Tigress, Nash is Nighthawk and Blake you’re Baboon.”
“Yes, Dad,” Blake promised. “Please don’t blame Tatum. She’s everything to me. I love her with my whole fucking heart and I can’t bear you looking at her like she wronged us. I learned my lesson the hard way. I hurt her, and I’ll never forgive myself for it. Please don’t hate her just because you need someone to hate.”
“I love you, Blake. You’re my dark soldier, and I see the depths of your scars. I’ll spend forever trying to heal the marks left on your heart.”
Fuck my libido. She was a whore whenever things got tense between my boys. But the way to solve this issue was not to pull my panties down and get my kicks. Even though she was making a decent effort at convincing me it might help me relieve some of this stress. If it was up to her, I’d be straddling Nash’s face right now and putting his tongue to better use than taunting me. Which was exactly why she wasn’t in the driver’s seat right now. The bitch had no shame.
Saint might have told them my name was Simone, but I wasn't going to pretend I liked wearing lacy thongs too.
I gave her my best smile while Blake tossed her a wink and I was pretty sure she swooned just a little bit. She led the way into the tent and I punched Blake's shoulder for flirting with her while he gave me a flat look which made it all too clear he had zero interest in anyone other than Tatum. Which I knew, but as her husband I felt it was my duty to keep her boyfriends in line.
“That was fucking beautiful, Tatum. You really are Kyan’s girl,” Niall chuckled, clapping me on the shoulder before taking out his phone and opening the map. “And you sure as hell are his uncle.” I grinned and his mouth hooked up with pride.
"Then let's make sure we get there in time," Saint commanded, like he could make it happen through will alone. And this was Saint Memphis, so he probably could. "And once we are safely out of here, one of you is going to explain the fucking squid emoji to me."
Niall finally exited the highway and tore along a winding road surrounded by woodland, hardly slowing for the bends as he raced on, singing Godzilla by Eminem feat. Juice WRLD and knowing every damn word. He was a freaking good rapper too.
"Hitman," Niall said, pointing at himself before winding the duct tape around the bleeding wound on his bicep a few times and ripping it off with his teeth. “But if the cops pull me over I just say I’m a handyman.”
"Why? You need someone dead?” Niall asked casually like he was offering me a soda.
I shifted closer to her, my hand reaching for her thigh, but instead of finding it, my fingers landed on a solid cock instead. “Gah!” I jerked my hand back and opened my eyes, finding myself in the bed alone with a naked Blake Bowman and no one else. Not exactly how I'd been hoping to start my day.
"What's the matter? The sight of my dick offends you unless you're watching me stick it into your girlfriend?" I teased and Saint shrugged. "A flaccid penis dangling about for no reason is just a distraction to the eye," he said casually, turning back to his work. "A solid one making Tatum Rivers come so hard she can't help but scream holds a lot more appeal."
"I am the dark in the dead of the night," Saint said in a low voice and we all growled the response instead of yelling it for once. "Here me roar."
the man replied hastily, cutting a bow to us like we were lords or some shit from Bridgerton.
"Sometimes, I watch the way the four of you are and I can see that I...don't fit. Not in the same way." Nash blew out a breath and shrugged. "You feel like the outsider? Try being the guy who joined up last. Who used to be your teacher. Who comes from a poor family and the foster system while all of you just shit dollar bills and flush them away like they're meaningless. If any of us doesn’t fit, it's me." A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "And yet you do," I pointed out. "Besides, you had something growing up which I can never lay claim to." "You have love now," he objected, knowing
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I stared at my golden boy surrounded by four guards’ bodies, his chest heaving, his teeth bared. He looked like a beast sent from the depths of hell to reap souls, our dark saviour.
