Page 19 of Forever Filthy

We’ve all been sitting around on the sofas, waiting for Vivian to wake up. When she passed out in my hold earlier, I fucking panicked until Ez told me we just exhausted the fuck out of her. His words did ease some of my worries but not all of them so I refused to let her go. I’ve been sitting on the sofa for who the fuck knows how long, it’s dark out now and she still hasn’t woken. I can’t seem to keep my hands off her. Her naked body is pressed against my own with a throw blanket covering us both. Her hair is a tangled mess but she has never looked more beautiful to me then she does now. Archer got a cloth and cleaned her up earlier but I didn’t miss the way he looked at her like his life had meaning again.

When we got to CHU, I saw some of the old Archer, the guy who loved to play ball and train until he couldn’t stand, but there was always something missing. I didn’t realize until earlier that it wasn’t a something it was asomeone. I look over at the two of them to find both their gazes laser focused on Vivian. The only lighting is from the fire Ez lit earlier, the stars and the moon offer some lighting but not much. None of us have said much since… well since we all fucked her. I can feel the tension in the room and the last thing I want is for her to wake up and regret it but I also don’t want her waking and feeling this tension so I decide to break it.

“I’m not sorry.” My voice sounds gruff from hours of no use.

“What?” Arch asks.

I exhale and look between him and Ezekiel as I speak, I need them to see how serious I am. “I don’t regret what happened earlier and I don’t want it to be a one-time thing.” My heart begins to pound inside my chest as nerves work their way through me. I’m fucking worried that both of them are going to deny me and want her to choose between the three of us—I can’t lose her. For years I have stood back and watched her from a distance and always been there when she needed me. I’m done being the guy in the friendzone, today showed me I have a shot with her and I am grabbing that chance with both fucking hands and not letting go without a fight.

“That’s up to her,” Ezekiel says quietly.

“I’m not walking away again,” Archer admits.

“Then what do we do because I am not letting her go. I stood back before but not anymore, not after…” I clamp my mouth closed not wanting to finish my thought.

“You’ve tasted her?” Archer pushes, earning a growl from me. “Fucked her?” My upper lip lifts in a snarl. “Felt her come all over your cock?—”

“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” I snap then cringe when Vivian stirs in my arms. Both of them lean forward and watch her with rapt attention. I take in the looks on their faces and see that none of us will let her go without a fight but the biggest question is, will she choose us all?

“The choice is hers to make. If she wants us all, then we need to figure out a way to make this work.” Ezekiel’s tone is stern.

“How?” I ask.

He shrugs. “For one, we need to make sure everyone is good with sharing her. Second, there will be times she just fucks one of us, will we be good with that? Third—” He drapes his arms over the tops of his thighs and hangs his head as he exhales loudly. “Her brother will come for all of us. None of us are innocent now and Vox isn’t stupid, he’s going to find out what happened here tonight and be out for blood.”

A pang of guilt hits me. I love Vox, he’s my brother. I know we haven’t spoken in a year but a bond like the one the four of us share isn’t one that just goes away, it’s a bond that lasts a lifetime. The things we have done together, the things we have seen, would be enough to make any man weep but not us. We had each other to lean on and help us survive the nightmares we each faced after the first kills. Over time, it became easier and we grew numb to the gore and the prospect of death. We killed to try and gain our freedom but it wasn’t just for us, we did what we did to get Vivian free of The Brotherhood and it appears all we did was drive her toward them. Now she leads the very men who wanted to see her married to a monster.

“Let him come, I’m ready to meet my maker if that’s what it takes to show him she isn’t just some girl to me,” I answer without hesitation.

“Agreed,” Archer replies.

“Now, we just need her to decide what she wants,” Ezekiel breathes out.

“Why couldn’t you have asked me what I wanted years ago?” she whispers. I drop my gaze to her and smile, but the hurt look in her eyes has it vanishing.

“Would you have realized you wanted more than just Archer?” I push. She nibbles the corner of her mouth and frowns. I reach out and smooth the lines from her forehead, loving the way she melts at the feeling of my touch. “He was the center of your world,” I whisper, her brows pull in. “All you saw was him until…”

“Until he broke my heart,” she says quietly. I look at Archer and feel bad for my brother as he drops his gaze to the floor, clearly riddled with guilt.

“If he didn’t do that, you would never have noticed there were two other guys who were crazy about you.” She lolls her head to the side to look at Ezekiel. The usually grumpy fucker cracks a sad smile but I can see the pain he is trying to hide. She slowly turns back to face me.

“It doesn’t change the fact you all chose my brother and left me.” The hurt that laces her words has my chest splitting open. I grip her waist and position her so she is straddling my lap. The blanket falls around her, exposing her naked back to the guys and her tits to me. I’m powerless to stop my eyes from falling to take in the sight of them.

When she clears her throat, I flick my gaze back to her and wink. She doesn’t try to cover herself which I am grateful for because now that I have seen what lies beneath the clothes she wears, I never want to see her body covered again.

“What’s it gonna take for you to realize that we did what we did to save you from a fate we feared was worse than death? We tried to spare you from being blooded in, which you clearly found a way around. But, did it ever occur to you that becoming the lordess paints a target on your back?”

“I didn’t need saving. When are you all going to realize that? If you had all trusted me you would see I am doing exactly what you four could never do.” She tries to push off of me and fear grips me. I feel like if I let her escape my hold she will flee and we will never get her back, so I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her. She fights me and tries to break free but I overpower her. I prod her lips, seeking entrance but she keeps them closed so I cheat. I thrust upward and the instant she feels my cock glide against her pussy she gasps. I use her moment of distraction to gain entry. When my tongue swipes hers she slackens in my hold and the fight drains from her.

When she grinds against me I break the kiss and bite down on the tender flesh of her neck, loving the way she throws her head back and cries out, “Hayze.” Hearing her moan my name has the mask wearing monster inside me rearing its head.

“I need to fuck you, Vivi baby,” I mutter against her skin.

“Do it.” I grip her waist and lift, turning her to face the others. It’s as if she forgot they were here because she stills in my hold.

“Throw your legs over mine.” She does what she is told on autopilot. I situate her so the guys will get the best view of her. “Put my cock inside you.”

“But—”

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