Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(88)

“I think one of you needs to join them,” came Prescott’s voice.

My head turned, finally looking at the three of them leaning against the sink counter. Their eyes were fixed on us. The blood had got on the floor, soaking the white tiles. It was quite the fucking sight, seeing this perfectly pristine bathroom marred by red. I couldn’t help smiling. It was exactly as I had envisioned it when I’d come in here. I wanted to paint it red.

“You want us to fuck her in the blood too?” Francis asked, raising her eyebrow.

Prescott looked down at where Francis was clearly sporting an erection.

“I think that says you wouldn’t be averse to it.”

Francis shifted, his cheeks going red. Then he waved at West.

“He’s more into blood than I am with all his knife shit.”

West was too busy watching Scarlett with a dark gleam in his amber eyes to respond to Francis’ dig.

“Both of you can join in.”

The next thing I knew, West was pulling off his clothes, clearly unperplexed about giving it to Scarlett in blood. Francis stared at him for a long moment.

“Well, shit.”

Then he was tugging his clothes off too. Scarlett’s head raised, her eyes widening at the sight of them stripping off. Her gaze went to Prescott who hadn’t moved to do a thing.

“If they’re going to join us, then you need to get naked too,” she said a moment later, giving him a significant look.

Prescott straightened, dropping his arms from his chest.

“Is that so?”

She smiled as she straightened and rested her back against my chest.

“Yeah, Pres… it’s all or nothing with us, remember?”

He nodded slowly. Then he was pulling his clothes off too.

I guessed Scarlett was right. It was all of us or nothing. We weren’t known for doing anything by halves. And fucking in blood? Well, that was going all the fucking way and then some.





Thirty Nine


Francis





West moved to the bath, placing himself on the edge of it before reaching down into the red liquid and coating his forearm in it. He stroked his palm up Scarlett’s body, cupping her breast to flick her nipple with his thumb.

“Look at you, little Scar, covered in the spoils of war,” he murmured.

She let out a pant as he leant closer and brushed his lips along her cheek.

“Beautiful.”

His hand slid higher and curled around her neck, angling her jaw to his advantage. He stroked his lips across hers.

“Make him come. Work his dick with that little pussy until he coats you with cum. Mix it with the fucking blood, you hear me? Make Death feel good. He made this happen. Without him, we’d never have found you. Show him how much you appreciate his hard work.”

He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth to taste our girl. She put her hands on the sides of the bath and started to move up, rocking herself back on Drake. His hands were guiding her, helping set the pace. West released Scarlett’s mouth and smiled before looking at me.

“I think you should reward Famine too, little Scar. He needs your pretty little mouth wrapped around him.”

West shifted away and pointed at the bath. Given Drake had embraced all of our kinks when we shared, I wasn’t going to complain about the blood. I had to admit I was turned on watching the two of them fuck in it.

I climbed into the tub, feeling the cold liquid against my skin, and stepped up to Scarlett. She looked up at me with lust-filled hazel-green eyes. Then she reached for me, pulling me closer as her hands curled round my hips.

“Make me take it, Famine. Deprive me of oxygen when you fuck my mouth.”

This position reminded me of when we’d first all fucked Scarlett. She took Drake whilst I fucked her mouth. This time I could see desire written all over her face. And I wasn’t about to deny her anything.

My hand wrapped around the back of her head. She’d put it up in a braided bun. I was careful not to disturb it as we didn’t want her getting blood in her hair. Scarlett opened her mouth for me to slide my aching cock in. I groaned as she curled her tongue around me.

“Fuck, little whore.”

She moaned around my cock. I pressed deeper, wanting to make her take it all. This woman was a goddess, giving us everything we needed and so much more. She continued to ride Drake, making him grunt and let out a series of harsh pants. Then he nuzzled her neck, pressing kisses to her blood-soaked skin.

“Good girl. That’s my good little wisp. Suck him harder.”

We were all running off an adrenaline-fuelled high after what we’d done tonight. Death hung in the air. We’d finally orchestrated our revenge against Stuart Carver. And after this kinky little interlude, we’d destroy the place Scarlett had called her prison for good. We’d make sure there was nothing but a shell left.

Prescott remained by the sinks, watching the four of us with evident need in his eyes. West stroked his fingers down Scarlett’s chest, dipping his hand into the blood again. Scarlett moaned around my cock. Her fingers dug into my skin. I forced my dick further into her mouth. She swallowed and allowed me into her throat.

“Go on, make them come, little Scar. Let them paint you with it. I want to see it running down your fucking face.”

I almost came right then with West’s words ringing in my ears. Scarlett hummed around me. I fed her more until my dick was jammed so far down her throat, she choked around it. My hand held her in place, revelling in the way she swallowed repeatedly around it, trying to breathe. My woman had told me to deprive her of oxygen. I pulled back and pumped in again, listening to her gagging sounds and the way the blood sloshed around the tub.