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Lux

Six months later…

I n my time with the men, I’d gotten to know them a lot better. The world they’d created that night was just for show, and while that made absolutely no sense to me, it seemed completely logical to each of them.

So, I didn’t question it. I just let them keep playing dress up and decorating the house like a haunted mansion once a month. At least they weren’t doing drugs. And, to top it off, things were getting kind of serious between the five of us.

I rested my head against the passenger window of Cassian’s RAV4, watching the pine trees race past the car. I closed my eyes, and my shoulders slumped at the knowledge that we were almost home.

Calling the manor that felt strange, but over time, I’d grown into it. It was like a pair of good leather boots; at first, they caused your feet to blister until they bled, but once they were worn in, you never wanted to take them off.

And, I could say, without any doubt, I never wanted to leave Red Lace Manor, not forever, anyway. If my men were there, I’d be there. It was as simple as that. A smile tugged at my lips, and I realized just how much two days away had made me miss them.

If I had to guess, Seth probably sulked in his library for the entire weekend, and, when we got back, he’d pretend he didn’t notice we’d left.

But, he’d be the first one to say he needed my help with something.

Maybe he couldn’t find a book, or he just needed someone to bounce ideas off of.

Either way, he’d force me to sit down with him, offer me candy, and whine for an hour because Cassian hogged me all weekend, then once he was done complaining, he’d hold me while finishing his actual work.

Ronan wouldn’t say anything, he’d just corner me the next time I showered and force himself in. He’d stare at me for a minute or two, but never once admit to missing me. Instead, he’d hold me hard enough to bruise and kiss my neck in ways Seth was banned from doing.

Solomon would wait until I went to bed tonight and slip under my covers. He’d act like he was a little cold, and I just happened to be in the closest bed. He’d then ask me never to leave again.

How did I know all this? Because that was exactly what each of my unbelievably clingy men did whenever Cassian and I went to the grocery store, and I couldn’t imagine their reactions being much worse this time around. Even if Cassian and I had been gone for two days as opposed to two hours .

Normally, Cass took all the chaos with a grain of salt. He’d put the groceries away and let each of the men steal their moments with me. After all, they were still relearning how to love and be loved, and he understood that better than I did. But, right now, Cassian looked pissed .

Shooting him a sideways glance, I noted how tense he seemed. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel as if it were trying to run away. He’d barely spoken since leaving my parents’ house.

And, while the silence hurt in ways I couldn’t process, I didn’t blame him. My parents were a lot .

They loved him, of course. Cassian was charming, ex-military, and had a stable career in the medical field.

We just so happened to leave out the fact that Cassian’s job was essentially video chatting with people who couldn’t afford insurance and essentially telling them they were dying badly enough to warrant calling an ambulance.

He’d then tell them small things they could do to die less and send them a bill for two hundred dollars.

To my family, he was a real man , with a career, a mortgage, and a house big enough that we could move in together and not share a bedroom. You know–to keep Jesus happy or something.

And I was, and always would be, the family disappointment. Even if they didn’t know about my other three genetically modified military rejects, or that we essentially recreated horror movies in the backyard for fun.

I laid a hand on his denim-covered thigh, he jumped, not like I’d hurt him, but like I’d startled him.

“You okay?” I whispered.

He’d taken out the earplugs he’d disguised as hearing aids, and I didn’t want to be too loud.

His lips pressed into a line as he shot me an askance glance. His chest swelled with an irritated breath as he looked at the GPS mounted on his dashboard. We had twenty minutes until we got home, and I would harass him the whole time if he didn’t tell me now.

“Your dad’s a dick , your mom’s a cunt , and your sister’s worse ,” he grumbled, adjusting his grip on the wheel.

I blinked twice, drawing slow circles on his leg with my thumb.

“So, I’m guessing you liked them?” I joked.

Cassian huffed.

“No– Lux –I didn’t like your family. They spent the last two days insulting you and acting like I’m some sort of fucked up Savior who lowered his standards far enough to accept someone as troubled as you.

” We came to a straightaway, and he gestured with his hands; it wasn’t like the action added anything, but more he needed to move for a second before returning them to the wheel.

“They don’t know that you found a house of literal murderers , called it a home and fucking saved us . ”

The anger in his voice should have been the first thing I noticed, but my mind lingered on what he’d said. He thinks I saved them. A happy wiggle infested my shoulders, and I couldn’t fight my grin.

But, my enthusiasm didn’t last long, instead, the feeling was replaced when Cassian reached over, slipped a hand up my skirt, and squeezed my leg harder than he ever did.

“If I don’t blow off some of this anger, I’m going to explode.

” His voice dropped into a gravely whisper as he crept his fingers closer to the line of my panties.

“I need you to be prepared. I know it’s not a full moon, but the second you get out of this car, I’ve called the boys and they all know we're hunting that pretty ass of yours.”

My thighs involuntarily clenched at the idea, and a sly smirk crept onto Cassian’s lips.

Fuck. Yes.

The car ride home had turned deathly silent, other than the sound of tires on the gravel road. Moonlit pines and a sea of fog guided us home, yellow light poured from the windows of the manor, and from here, I could see shadows pacing.

My teeth sank into my lower lip, and I was so excited that I’d started to shake. The second Cassian pulled in, he unbuckled my seatbelt for me, and I opened the door and darted into the woods.

This time, I had shoes on, so I didn’t have to deal with twigs sinking into the meaty part of my foot, unfortunately, this made my steps louder.

I wasn’t sure where I was going, but that didn’t matter. Even if I got lost, it was a matter of time until someone found me.

Heavier steps followed mine, and it wasn’t long until brawny arms wrapped around my waist and tossed me over their shoulder like I weighed nothing.

I thrashed against a chest that was distinctly Ronan’s; he grunted in response, holding me tighter.

“Nice try, Little Light,” He rasped, marching me back toward the house with long strides. “I’m startin’ to think you like when I chase you.”

After I moved in, we had a long talk on why deodorant was important, not just for you, but for those around you. It took a while to find one that didn’t give him a headache, but now that we had, the funk from the first time was gone, leaving him to smell like a clean, musky man.

“If I say I do, does that ruin it?” I panted against him, my skin slick from sweat.

They might have been built for running, but I sure as fuck wasn’t.

“Nope, just makes it fun in a different way.”

By the time we got back to the house, Solomon was outside, a length of black rope wound around his hand.

“There’s our Light.” He stepped closer, taking me from Ronan’s arms.

Solomon wasn’t as rough as the others, but he was trying, and that’s what mattered. Once I was safe against his chest, he peppered my cheeks with kisses before laying me down on the wooden slats of the porch.

Ronan promptly scolded him for not taking this seriously, and Solomon argued back. They did that a lot, so I just tuned them out, which was easy because Cassian had returned, knife in hand.

My eyes widened as he straddled my hips and gently ran the dull part of the blade under my chin. Goosebumps erupted from the cool kiss of the blade.

“Sleeping in separate rooms was bullshit ,” he spat, lowering the knife to my blouse. “And, I’m going to right that wrong, even if I have to fill that pretty cunt of yours all night .”

My stomach knotted in arousal as the sound of heavy boots stomped across the wood. Seth took a knee, gripping my chin with a gloved hand. His face was blank, other than the subtle glint of jealousy in his eyes.

“Her pussy belongs to me and me alone,” Seth growled, tightening his grip on me. “But, I would appreciate it if you unwrapped her for me.”

That last sentence drew the attention of the two fighting like a married couple, and before I could process what was happening, Ronan was behind me, propping me up on his knee while Solomon wound the silky rope around my wrists.

Cassian took his time slicing through the buttons on my shirt, letting each of them hit the porch with a soft clatter before moving onto the next.

Seth pulled at the silky material, exposing more and more of my chest with each pop.

I continued to kick and scream, but it was only half-hearted.

We all knew I loved it when they did this, so it was more for show than anything.

Eventually, he got to the last button, leaving the red material to hang off me.

With my hands bound, they couldn’t exactly get it off, but if they cared, it didn’t show.

Cassian made quick work of slicing through my skirt and then my panties.

He stopped at the last one, bringing the soaked material to his nose.

“Jesus fucking christ, how are you this wet for us?” He rasped, breathing in my scent.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I shifted around as much as I could. I tried to rack my brain for a smart ass response, but the second I opened my mouth, Cassian shoved my underwear between my teeth.

The taste of my arousal flooded my tongue and muffled any sound I might make.

“Alright, she’s ready, get her boys,” Cassian commanded, drawing a skeptical look from Seth.

But he let it pass. Solomon pulled me higher, and Ronan stepped off to the side, letting Cassian slip in behind me. He wrapped an arm around my waist as he slipped a finger into my ass.

I gasped, writhing against the slight burn as he prepared me to take more than his fingers. Ronan and Seth both watched with hungry eyes as my breathing grew ragged and heat crept up my chest.

My eyes sealed tight as Cassian pushed his length into my ass and my hands fisted. Nails dug into my palms, and that must have been the sign they were waiting for, because Seth positioned himself in front of me before slamming his cock into my incredibly greedy cunt.

I shot forward, my head resting against his shoulder, but this didn’t last for long. Ronan gripped my chin and forced me to meet his gaze before removing the panties from my mouth, which I then clamped shut.

“Open up, Little Light. It’s not fair that I’m left out of the fun.”

My lips clenched tighter out of spite, but Ronan knew how to deal with my attitude. He squeezed my cheeks until my jaw involuntarily parted. He slipped two dirt-covered fingers into my mouth, running them along my tongue as I bit him like a savage animal.

It’s probably why he didn’t put his dick in there at first. He’d tried that once and learned.

He removed his spit covered fingers and replaced them with his throbbing cock.

Together, the three men worked in tandem, pistoning in and out of me while I struggled to breathe against both the pleasure and the unbearably full feeling they’d forced upon me.

Solomon reached down, slipping a hand in my bra and kneaded my left tit.

His fingers danced along the nipple, tweaking it in a way that almost made me see stars.

The heat in my chest became unbearable as my whole body tingled. Tightening and burning with the ache of release. I choked on a barely there breath as an orgasm tore through me, leaving my lips to rumble against Ronan’s testicles as I tried to scream.

He pulled out of me, ran his hand along his dick twice, and a ribbon of cum flew from the tip. I closed my eyes just in time for it to hit my face, a few drops of his salt dripped into my still-open mouth.

Cassian came next, digging his fingers into the soft part of my waist as he filled me. And finally, Seth joined the party. His weak moan filled the air as he trembled against his release. His cum poured into me with hot bursts, leaving me completely and utterly stuffed.

As the men pulled out, I didn’t stand a single chance in hell to get myself up to the bathroom. Luckily, I didn’t need to. As long as I lived here, my men would make sure I was taken care of, whatever I needed.

And, despite the glaze of cum still lingering on my cheeks and lips, they finished their hunt by taking turns kissing me like I was all that mattered in their world. Which was fair, because despite all odds, these freaks had become my everything .