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Chapter Four
Milo
The closer we get to headquarters, the more my anxiety peaks, only this time it’s got nothing to do with the crack nor the flood of suffocating energy now associated with the place. A place I spent most of my childhood, made countless memories good and bad. Kita’s dress falls gently just below her knees as Tate helps her from the passenger seat. “Why are we here?” Her sweet timid voice caresses our heightened nervous.
God fucking dammit, what have you done to me?
I’m a Harbinger, trained killer. I dispatch monsters for fucks sake and here am I drowning in nervous energy over my girlfriend. Cringing inwardly at that title. Girlfriend hardly fits what she is to us.
Our soulmate.
Clenching and unclenching my fists tightly, I watch my knuckles go white as we head to the cave. Tugging off my jacket, I drape it off her delicate shoulders. She smiles up at me, her bright azure eyes reflecting the flame summoned in her hand. I know she’s not cold, the jacket she brought is more than enough, but she humors me anyway. Tate teases her about her curiosity as she adorably guesses wrong over and over again. I can’t seem to make myself pay attention to their words. We blocked her off from most of the bond hours ago, my chest and head still reeling from today. Our plan has more than derailed, but we can’t back down now, we won’t. Kita is ours, our gift. She’s special, so fucking special. I nod my head back to a few members walking past. They cast knowing smiles at her before lowering their heads in respect. Even now they support us, follow us blindly into the abyss despite the sword we’ve dangled above all of their skulls.
Her cool hand finds mine. Even cut off from our emotions, she can sense how nervous we are. In part thanks to Tate’s constant flow of word vomit. I give him a loaded look, praying he shuts the fuck up, thankfully he does for the first time since we got in the car. Having to trade my car for one of his since mine evidently is packed to the brim with shopping bags. His thick dark eyebrows furrow, pinching lips shut as his eyes widen slightly. I rub my thumb against the back of her hand, willing the tremors to stop.
They won’t.
For all our powers, our connection to the Fates, we can’t save the women we love. Can’t stop her from- “Okay enough. This is killing me! Are we going to the crack?” She exclaims, stopping short. Tate chuckles, “No kitten.”
I don’t hesitate to lift her, tossing her over my shoulder. “Milo the dress!” I groan, shaking my head before nuzzling into her side. The itchy fabric- tulle, as she called it is uncomfortable against my skin. The sweet floral smell of her soft skin makes up for it. “I’ll buy you another brat.” I can practically see her full pursed lips as she pouts, making me want to nip at her skin.
And spank her tight ass.
My smile grows as we reach the chamber we’re looking for. The sound of soft music drifts out from underneath the thick velvet curtains covering the opening. Before our freak-out, we spent all morning setting it up, ensuring every little thing was perfect for her. I slip her down, reveling in her closeness as her body as slides against mine. Her breath hitches as she stares up at us. Tate stifles a laugh as she sucks her plush bottom lip between her teeth, chewing it absent-mindedly as the gears turn in her head. I turn her towards the curtains, my heart hammering in my chest as Tate pushes up against me. The flame fizzles and dies in her hand as she clutches them together tightly in front of her. Both Tate and I are struggling to keep our energy in check lately, even more so now, as she pushes back the curtains. Those pretty eyes widening almost comically, her perfect salmon-colored lips parting.
“Guys...” She trails off as she steps inside, followed by us. Always followed by us, we would follow her into the depths of Hades’ river of dead. She only need ask. What remains of our painfully brief lives hinges on her.
On this moment.
We follow her deeper in, her pale smooth skin glowing as the flickering flames of the candelabras burn brightly. She shrugs off my jacket and hers, the flames doing more than enough to warm the small chamber. As she hits the middle, I jab Tate with my elbow, making him grunt. Kita bends, running her fingers over one of the twenty flower arrangements decorating the room. “It’s beautiful.” She whispers, her voice thick with emotion. Tate and I share a look as we lower ourselves, kneeling behind her. She turns, tears brimming in her eyes as my brother pulls the ring from his pocket.
“Kita Hagiasa ...” He starts letting me finish, “Will you marry us?” A half cry, half laugh leaves her throat as she steps closer, giving us her small hand. “Of course, I’ll marry you.” I look down as the biggest stupid fucking smile of my life fills my face. It seems silly, I suppose. We’re soul bonded. Marriage seems insignificant when compared to something like that but our girl deserves so much for than we can give her. She deserves to experience all the normal things she’s been robbed of. I take her hand, holding it steady as Tate slips the ring on her finger. The four deep blue diamonds glitter in the flame, making their depths appear endless. She sucks in a deep breath, her voice cracking. “One for each of us.”
“All three of your Harbingers.” Tate answers as he lifts her hand, kissing it lightly. I stand, tugging her into me before capturing her mouth with mine. Possessing it the way she possesses us. The way she’s possessed us since she stumbled into that classroom, tearing our world apart at the seams.
We’ve been slaves to her since the moment she was born, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.
A light moan escapes from her mouth as Tate stands, doing the same. Time stands still as fire rips through us, the familiar burn in our veins as our powers merge. Tate lifts her, letting her wrap herself around him as he carries her over to the large pallet filled with blankets and pillows nestled in the corner. Kita rolls to her stomach, lifting on her knees, leaving her flushed cheek pressed into the pallet as I slowly unzip her dress. Running my fingers down the gentle slope of her spine. Letting us know exactly how she wants us. Of course, we’re more than willing to comply. Our perfect insatiable gift. She shutters as Tate descends on her, his lips following the same line as my fingers, tasting her sweet skin. My mouth begins to water as he groans, his lips gliding across her ass to her slit. Already wet with her need for our attention. He flicks out his tongue, tasting her swollen nub, inhaling the smell of her sweet arousal deeply, making her whimper, “Please.
“Anything for you, Mrs. Voclain.” He answers before granting her wish. I’m barely aware of the change in the glow that fills the room, my veins burn, adding to the throbbing in my cock as it stains against my pants. Watching intently as she grips the sheets tightly, rocking her hips back as he laps at her slit. Fucking herself with it, Tate only pulling away long enough to flutter his tongue against her clit.
Something is happening, and I never want it to stop.
Tate
Dandelions by Ruth B
I pull back, listening to the sweet sound of her moans as I lick her tang from my lips. Milo rips away his shirt quickly, unbothered as the buttons scatter to the cave floor. I half smirk at his cavemanish approach. His hand finds her chin, forcing her onto her hands and knees as he frees his cock. Our little gifts eyes hood with heat as she pants from the orgasm that just ripped through her. The warm yellow glow of the room now dipped in shades of blue flame as hellfire burns ferociously at the wicks, melting the candles quickly. My heart hammers as I free myself, lifting her round hips before slipping underneath her from behind. I gently tease her entrance with my cock, smearing the bead of pre-come that lingers on the tip along her slit.
Her hips jerk as she rocks back, unexpectedly impaling herself on me. I grit my teeth, sucking in a hard breath as she lowers herself, crying out as her walls both tighten and stretch around me. Milo smirks, “So desperate, baby.” Her eyes are glued to his cock as her tongue dips out, teasing her bottom lip before she opens wide. She moans, rocking back on me. I let her ride it, taking her time as Milo slips into her mouth, groaning loudly as he hits the back of her throat, making her gag. Her walls tightening around me near the point of pain as she heaves. “There you go.” I murmur, fisting her ass in my hands as I increase her speed, forcing her to roll her hips harder. She cries out, her long black hair falling free of the elaborate braid Milo put in it earlier. The sound of crunching metal fills the chamber as a deformed candelabra chatters to the ground. Milo’s eyes dart that way, reaching out quickly with water putting out the candles that remained lit after being forced from their holders as they roll down the slope towards the fabric draped walls. He pitches his head backwards, his hand lightly twisting up in what’s left of her braid as he fucks her mouth.
“Fucking hell kitten.” I moan, thrusting harder upwards. Grabbing her hips roughly. My fingers digging at her soft flesh close to the fading bruises left from days ago. Careful not to hit the sore spots. The blue flame rages as the temperature in the chamber increases rapidly. I feel her start to tighten as she cries out, Milo pulling free from her mouth as she gasps for air. He reaches down, steadying her before shoving himself back into her mouth, not giving her a second as her orgasm rips violently through her. Vases burst, sending slivers of glass bouncing from the walls, one catching her exposed back as he moans and whimpers. My cock swells as her arousal drips onto me, running down my legs as she shakes. I reach up, smearing my thumb through the small pebbles of blood forming at the swallow cut on her back. I run it down her spine, bringing my thumb to my mouth and tasting it. The coppery bite mixing with her arousal that still lingers on my tongue as I erupt. Slamming into her as her breasts bounce from the force of my thrusts, I reach around her front rolling her neglected nipples. Milo’s thrusts become jerky as he follows suit, watching intently through heated eyes as she swallows him. I pull her off as he wrenches her head back, the love in his eyes matching mine. “There you go, baby.”
Kita
A chill washes through me as Tate reaches out with air, forcing the shattered glass against the walls. The room slowly returning to its original yellowish glow as I wipe the thin sheen of sweat from my forehead. The energy in the room pulses, unwavering as I sit tangled between the twins. Each of us silently trying to work out what the fuck just happened while we catch our breath
I lost control, I felt that much. We all did.
