Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(30)

“The idea of anyone going to those lengths, plotting to keep me captive in a remote location, especially knowing what I’d already been through for the past ten years… it’s fucking horrifying. I want to be free. The only time I feel that way is when I’m with all of you. I don’t feel like I’m trapped here. I want to be with you. I need you so much, it hurts.”

Their arms around me tightened, reminding me of the way Francis’ ropes always calmed me. They must know I needed this. Francis always did. He gave me the safety I’d always craved when I’d been locked away.

“Thank you for coming for me. Thank you for all these years you kept fighting for me. I know it all got so fucked up, but it’s okay… I forgive you. I don’t care about the past. I need you. I just want us to be able to live normal lives without all of this shit hanging over our heads.”

It was my only desire going forward. For us to be free. For this shit to end. I’d got rid of one threat. Now we had to get rid of the rest. We had to fight to survive and hope they didn’t kill us before we got to them.

“We will,” Drake murmured. “I promise, little wisp, we will.”

None of us moved for a long time. We needed a moment of stillness together. Reassuring each other our family was together. We weren’t going to let anyone pull us apart again. They didn’t need to say a word for me to know they understood my feelings. It was in the way they held me close and didn’t let go.

Whilst I might have things I needed to resolve with all the boys, I didn’t want to be away from them. We were stronger together.

“Do you want to continue, little lamb?” Prescott asked, rubbing my shoulder, “It’s okay if you don’t.”

I hadn’t meant to ruin the mood by getting all emotional.

“Maybe,” I whispered, “I don’t really know.”

Prescott pulled away. The next thing I knew, he’d plucked me out of Francis’ lap and settled me between Francis and Drake. He knelt between my thighs and rubbed them. Leaning down, he kissed his way up my leg.

“How about I reward you for being such a good girl, hmm? I want you to make my face messy, little lamb.”

I shuddered when he spread my thighs further and lowered his mouth to my pussy. Those blue eyes of his glinted as he stared up at me. The other three watched Prescott slide his fingers into my wet hole whilst his tongue flicked out, running over my clit, and making my hips buck.

“Pres,” I breathed.

“Let us make you feel good, little whore,” Francis murmured as he leant over me, kissing his way down my collarbone.

I had Drake touching me on the other side, wrapping his lips around my nipple and biting down on it. One of my hands went to Prescott’s hair, stroking through the soft strands. My gaze went to West, who was watching me with a pensive expression as if my words from a few minutes ago were still playing on his mind. I reached out to him over Francis’ head. He took my hand and pressed a kiss to it before entwining our fingers together. Having that connection with him had me relaxing against the back of the sofa, allowing them to make me feel good like Francis had told me to.

I whimpered when Prescott grazed his teeth across my clit, his fingers pumping harder inside me. Both my nipples were now occupied by two mouths. The sensations drove me closer to the edge. My eyes closed and, in my mind, I hovered over the abyss. The tendrils pulled me down, sucking me into the void. It’s why I didn’t immediately register movement next to me. It was only when a hot mouth pressed against mine, I opened my eyes and found West leaning over Francis to get to me. His lips were soft. I yielded immediately, sinking into his kiss like our mouths belonged together.

In a lot of ways, they did. West had been mine since the moment we’d laid eyes on each other at five years old. It was an instant thing. We both knew but it had taken years for us to act on those feelings. They were innocent when we were young. They grew into more as time passed. He buried himself in my heart as I buried myself in his. There was no way to extract each other. And I didn’t want to. Despite everything that had happened, I wanted him right there, nestled inside me where he should be.

“West,” I moaned against his mouth, letting go of his hand so I could cup his face, pulling him closer.

His fingers dug into my hair, holding my head in place as his tongue slid into my mouth. The extra sensation of him kissing me sent me over the edge. I whimpered into his mouth, bucking into Prescott’s face with my climax. He kept fucking me with his fingers, drawing it out whilst the other two continued to suck my nipples until I was pushing Prescott away from my pussy.

All four of them released me, West leaning back to allow Francis to sit up properly. Prescott sat back on his heels, smiling up at me with my arousal glistening on his lips. I licked my own in response.

“Do you want to go to bed, little lamb?” he asked, stroking my leg with his fingers.

I nodded. I was drained now. All I wanted was to curl up under the sheets.

“And who would you like to take you?”

My eyes immediately went to West. I wasn’t done kissing him. In fact, I wanted to be wrapped up in his arms with his mouth pressed to mine. Asking for that, however, had me swallowing hard, trying to find the words.

Prescott kissed my thigh and stood up, reaching to grab his clothes. Francis and Drake stood with him, moving away, and leaving me and West staring at each other. I didn’t have to ask. They knew the moment I looked at West, I wanted him. As the others moved away to get dressed, West shifted closer and cupped my face with one hand.