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For my cock, actually.
Her hand found my semi-erect length, squeezing at its base before pumping along it in the same rhythm Gareth fucked her raw. After a few pumps, my cock had returned to its pre-fucking hardness, and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I’d much rather focus on the way her hand felt around my cock instead of how violently Gareth went at her.
It didn’t last that long, though. Her hand paused in its stroking, and I cracked open my eyes to see her body shuddering. She cried out in a breathless whimper, coming on Gareth’s cock.
“See?” Gareth spoke as he tossed a smug look in my direction. “That’s how it’s done.” He let go of her legs, letting them fall to his hips as he leaned down over her. All the while, he kept up the rough pace, and he buried his face in the crook of Brianna’s neck.
Brianna’s hand resumed along my cock, and though I could’ve said a thousand things to Gareth, I decided not to say a single word. Right now, it wasn’t about Gareth. It wasn’t about my lingering hatred for the fucker. No, right now was about Brianna and all the ways her body could bring us both pleasure.
I had the feeling we’d be here a while longer… but I didn’t think any of us would complain.
Chapter Twenty-Three – Alistair
Everything was prepped and ready to go. Our priest was awake, strung up in the cold room in the pool house. He was busy screaming for help, for someone to find him and let him go. When that got nowhere, he prayed to his God.
Ironic that he prayed to his God when he’d gone against everything he supposedly stood for by doing what he’d done to all those children. Some people might say there was a special place in hell for people like him, but I preferred to think there was a special knife waiting for him.
Gareth was impulsive. He always had been. I’d tried to teach him, to guide him away from such impulses, but until Brianna my efforts had proven fruitless. My killings were always more methodical, and I made sure the prey always deserved to be my next victim.
Until Brianna, killing had been the only thing that made me feel alive. Doing what I did with my sister when we were younger had taught me that there were some people in this world that didn’t deserve to go on living. Why else would people like me exist? Surely we were always meant to be the judge, the juries, and the executioners.
I’d brought a rolling tray near the door to the cold room, and on it sat a vast array of sharp and shiny instruments. All metal. All ready to be used, should she want to.
Because, you see, the priest wasn’t for me, and he wasn’t for Gareth, either. No, this particular kill was for Brianna.
The day I’d seen her, naked, covered in blood while straddling a corpse, sawing away at his body, was still alive and bright in my mind. She might’ve been drugged, but a part of her had been unleashed that day, the part of her she’d always tried to push down. The beast that craved only blood had been let loose, and I wanted to see if she could do it again.
She’d killed Neo, stabbed Brett, and almost killed herself just to stick it to Gareth. Truly, giving her this priest would be a test like no other. I had faith that she’d pass it, though. From the very beginning, I’d known she was different, I’d known she’d fit in this family without much effort.
Truthfully, I didn’t realize then how well she’d fit with us, in every possible way.
Everything was ready. I’d seen Brianna and Rick come inside the house and sent Gareth to fetch her. Rick could stay or leave; I supposed it didn’t matter either way. Today was about Brianna, not him, not Gareth, and not me.
But Gareth hadn’t returned with Brianna in tow, and that was fifteen minutes ago. Hmm. I suppose I better go see what the holdup was; I’d be lying if I said I was overflowing with patience. I was eager to see Brianna lose herself in blood again.
I left the pool house and headed to the manor, walking around the pool to the back door. I pushed inside and heard not a single sound, which told me they weren’t nearby. My feet took me through the hall, to the front of the house, and I immediately spotted Brianna’s leggings on the ground near the entryway vestibule.
Huh. So that’s what happened. Gareth had gotten distracted by Brianna and the wonders her body held, like always. If I had to guess, I’d say he’d taken her upstairs, where he could ravish her again and again until he was tired, and only then would he bring her down to the pool house.
I should let them be, but I saw Rick’s car was still parked in the front, which meant Rick hadn’t left, either.
Was he upstairs as well? That was… odd. I didn’t know that Gareth and Rick were able to share quite like that.
I found myself at the base of the grand staircase, angling my head up, as if listening for them. Brianna’s bedroom was too far away. I couldn’t hear a sound. My hand rested on the railing, and a finger tapped against the wood as I debated.
Going up there was probably not something I should do. I should let them have their fun. But the thought of Brianna with both Gareth and Rick was… appealing in a way I couldn’t really describe, and my cock twitched and throbbed when I imagined what must be going on upstairs.
Two uncles sharing a girl with their nephew was one thing. Two uncles sharing a girl with their nephewat the same timewas another. But, really, with the scope of things we’d done in our pasts, with what we were all capable of, sharing a girl at the same time was nothing.
I couldn’t say how long I stood there, at the base of the stairs, debating. It might’ve been a minute, might’ve been longer. Or it might’ve been shorter than that. Either way, there was only one outcome to this: I had to go up. Go up and see for myself. Even if I didn’t join in, watching might be just as enjoyable. The thought of Brianna being fucked by them both… it was something I’d thought about before, even while I, myself, was with her.
There was something especially erotic about it—or at least to me.
So I went up. I took the stairs one at a time, not rushing by any means, my destination Brianna’s bedroom. It had to be her room; I doubted Gareth would want Rick inside his, fucking Brianna with him in his bed.
I made it to the second floor of the house, and when I turned down the hall Brianna’s bedroom sat, I heard faint grunts and moans. The closer I got to her door, which hung open for anyone to see, the louder those sounds became. When I stepped into the open archway beneath the door frame, I saw the mess of bodies on the bed.
I was right. Rick, Gareth, and Brianna were all on the bed. Brianna was on her hands and knees, while Gareth pounded into her from behind and Rick had his cock stuffed into her mouth, his hand holding onto the back of her head.
