Page 101 of Fallen Legacy

He pushes me back and I land on my elbows, and he pulls off my knickers and spreads me wide. I’m open and exposed, and he licks his lips as he drinks me in. Archer sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed and places his nose against my sex and takes a deep inhale.

“You smell like the fucking nectar of the gods, Scar. Let’s see if you taste as good.” His tongue licks up my folds and I buck my hips, the sensation sending shivers through my body. I’d die happy right now, with his mouth between my thighs. If there is a heaven, then this is it. He licks and sucks and teases me until I’m panting and begging him for what I need. I come hard. The waves of my orgasm ripping through me, making me scream his name in pleasure. Just as my breathing steadies itself, he starts again and I’m a whimpering and incoherent mess. By my third orgasm, I’m almost in tears. I’m spent, and I need him inside of me. To feel that connection that forges us together as one. He smirks at me as he leans down to feast on me again. I think I may die tonight, but if I do, it had better be with him buried deep inside of me or I will come back and haunt this tease for the rest of his life. I come for a fourth time, barely able to make a sound as the waves crash through me and leave me boneless and blissful.

“Are you ready for me, Scar?”

I moan, breathlessly. “Give me it all, Archer. Give me everything you’ve got. I’ll take it all.”

Smirking down at me, he grabs my legs under my knees and pulls me towards him. Lining himself up at my entrance. Keeping his eyes on mine, he slowly enters me, each delicious inch filling me and completing me. I lift my hips to try to seat him fully inside of me, but he pauses as shakes his head. “I’m in control, baby girl. You play by the rules that I make.” He pushes ever so slowly further in, and I moan long and loudly when he’s seated inside of me. I want to bottle this feeling and drink it every day. Still holding my legs under my knees, he pulls out and pushes back in and from this angle, it hits the spot and has me moaning and writhing beneath him. He fucks me slow and hard and it’s delicious fucking torture. He never takes his eyes off me and I stare back at him, enraptured. As his need builds, he picks up the pace, fucking me harder and faster and I take it all, begging him for more. I beg him to be as rough as he can. I splinter apart, my cum milking his cock and his eyes roll in his head as I moan his name and tell him I love him. It doesn’t take long for him to follow me. He comes inside of me, telling me I’m his queen and moaning my name. Breathless, he leans over me and kisses me deeply. “I can’t wait to put another baby in your belly, Scar. I want to see you round and ripe with my child growing inside of you. I’m going to knock you up again and again.”

I gulp. My ovaries swooning at his words. “Do I get any say in this?” I chuckle, reaching up and stroking his cheek with my palm.

“No.” He grins. “But I think I’ll just enjoy having you to myself for a few years first.”

“I think I’d have to agree. I’m selfish. I want you all to myself. I want to be the only thing you need or want, Archer.”

He presses his forehead against mine. “Scar, you’re already the only thing I need and want. You’re my fucking world. I never knew you could love someone like this. It’s all consuming.”

“It is. It’s like an obsession. A dark and dangerous obsession.” I crave him like a drug. His body, his lips, his attention, his love. I will never get enough of him.

“Marry me,” he says.

“Erm, I think you already asked me, and I said yes, remember,” I tell him, laughing as he runs the pad of his thumb softly across my lower lip.

“I’m asking you again, with no knife at your back. If you don’t want to. I’ll deal with Wilbur. He won’t use Kit or anything else against you. If you want to walk away now, I’ll let you go.”

I look up at him and shake my head. “I want this. I want us forever. I can never walk away. So, yes, I’ll marry you.”

“We’ll do it our way. Just us, the boys, Vee and Kit and hell, even your buddy, Damon. Fuck them and their expectations. We’re done bending to the will and desires of our families.”

“Really?”

“Truly,” he replies, leaning down to press his lips against mine. The world could crash and burn right now, and I wouldn’t care. Here and now, all I want is this guy. To cocoon myself in a bubble with him and forget about everything beyond this room. I have a family now. This guy and our friends are all I need. I belong with them and for the first time in years, I feel like I’m home.

TWO YEARS LATER

ELIZA

Inever thought this day would come. I’ve dreamt about it for so long. The day we are free from the control of the Elders. The day we get to create and forge our own destinies free from their manipulation and veiled threats.

The five of us climb out of the blacked-out car and place our masks over our faces. Archer holds out his hand and I slip mine in his.

“You ready for this, Scar?”

I nod my head firmly. My scarlet curls bobbing with the movement. “I’m so ready for this moment.”

Archer lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses the wedding band on my finger. “Then let’s rip out the foundations and re-build this society.”

Seb releases a sigh, a satisfied smile adorning his face. Like us, he has something to fight for now. He has fallen for a girl the Elders told him he couldn’t have, and he isn’t prepared to give her up. I never thought I’d see the day when Seb was loved up, but when you see them together, it’s clear they were meant for each other.

We all have our reasons for wanting this. Mine was Kit. Vee and Rafe wanted to be free to live with the third person in their relationship, Ruby. They’d both fallen hard for her, and they didn’t want to be bound by the traditional conventions of our society. And why should they? Seb wasn’t willing to marry the girl our society had chosen for him. Archer just wanted to give us the freedom we all craved. He wanted any children we had in the future to be free from the clutches of the society. Free to choose their own partners and their own future careers.

The door opens and we head inside. The five of us have become a formidable force. We’re tight knit. No one gets between us. We are a family, and we have each other’s back’s no matter what.

We head towards the chambers. Everyone has gathered tonight. Archer has called for a vote to remove the Elders. The society rules dictate that if ten plus senior members support a vote, then it must be actioned. Seniors were classed as anyone who was a diamond or a Jack or above. We had five votes between us, and we’d spent the last two years working on other members and convincing them of our cause. Callum Hamilton had been the first to offer his support. Archer’s grandfather Edward surprised us by being our second. After the revelations over his daughter’s death at the hands of his son-in-law, he wanted to change things for the better. Our third vote came from Georgie’s elder brother. As a gay man, the society had forced him to marry a girl and to live a lie. He was tired of playing a part and not being free to be himself.

When we enter the room, the chatter dies down. My eye finds Georgie standing over by the alcove and she nods her head to me and raises her glass. Chester stands behind her. My sort of stepbrother was a crazy fucker, but he’d proved his loyalty to us over these past two years. The two were no longer whatever they had been to each other, but they were friends in some fashion.

The master of ceremonies rings the bell, and everyone falls silent and gathers around the circular ring that is carved into the stone floor beneath our feet.

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