Page 20 of Sons of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #1)

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Arsen

A fter removing dear ole Kevin’s body, we all gathered around the fire.

Most of the bags and supplies we gathered today have snacks and plenty of water, so going back out isn’t necessary.

Plus, we have bigger problems to worry about, like our fathers sending a hit team to take us all out. What I don’t understand is, why?

“So what, we wait around to get blown up?” Ali asks, taking a drink from the flask we’ve been passing around.

Ali found it going through all the bags.

Thank God, because after everything Kevin told us, it was needed.

While Riot, Ali, and I all sit around the fire, Cash paces the space in front of us .

“No. That won’t happen. I’m just trying to process this unexpected news.

” He pauses his step, turning to face us.

“I knew our fathers were assholes, but to try and kill us off?” He shakes his head.

“Do we think Kevin could have been lying?” He frowns, and we all stay quiet, letting him think through what’s going on in his head.

“Wait,” Ali calls out, covering her mouth with her hand to finish chewing a piece of jerky. “Didn’t you say you three were heirs, that this—” she circles her finger around to encompass the town. “Was all to test you guys?” Now Ali is frowning.

“Yeah. It’s a tradition in our families. Dating back to our great-great-grandfathers. To prove you have what it takes to take over for your family.” I tell her, not quite sure where she is going with this.

She nods her head while taking another drink of whiskey. “So what usually happens when you survive this hellhole?”

“Our families throw a huge party to celebrate the beginning of the new transition. Then we have a year to officially take our seat as head of the family. Next Halloween would be the official handover with another party.” Cash tells her, and he has a look on his face like he might be catching onto Ali’s line of thoughts .

“What would happen if your fathers didn’t have heirs?” She asks, sitting up with an oh shit look.

“Then… then our fathers would continue to run the family.” I tell her, and before the words have even left my mouth, a light bulb flashes on, shining brightly on the issue at hand.

“So, if you were to die, let’s say in the rite of passage game, your fathers would remain in power.” Ali says, giving us all a sad smile. “And I thought I had a shit father. At least mine only wanted to sell me, not kill me off.”

We all freeze at her words, but it’s Riot who reacts first. “What did you say?” His voice is low, icy. The voice of a man ready to hunt.

Ali rolls her eyes. “I had a shit childhood. My father and evil stepmother wanted to sell my virginity. I found out and ran at sixteen. Never looked back.” She stares into the fire, her green eyes turning amber in the reflection before finally looking up.

“Moving on. I think we have more important things to deal with right now. You know, like your fathers wanting you dead and are willing to blow up this place just to make it happen.”

Cash sighs. “Ali’s right.” Riot opens his mouth to speak, but Cash cuts him off. “Riot, drop it for now. You can’t do anything about it if you’re dead.” Riot glares at him but finally concedes. “I think I have an idea, but it’s a 50/50 chance we all end up dead anyway.”

Everyone is quiet as Cash explains his plan, and it’s not a bad one, all things considered.

Be seen on cameras throughout the town, but stay close enough to the edge that when the explosives do go off, we have time to run.

We need to cut it close so that it looks like we, one, didn’t know about them and two, make it seem like we were caught in the explosion.

One of the guy’s Cash and I took out had a map on them.

It looked like they were marking off buildings as they searched them looking for us.

We’re not 100% sure where all the cameras are, but we’ve seen a few and marked them down.

Knowing our best bet is splitting up, divide and conquer, and all that bullshit; we mark routes to take to be seen.

I don’t like the idea of separating from Ali or my brothers, not after finding out our fathers are worse than the scum of the earth, but Cash is the logical one.

If he says this is our best plan of attack, then I trust him with my life.

H ours later, we’re all seated around the fire.

The silence is thick enough to cut with a knife, but I think all of us are a bit lost in our own thoughts.

Processing the events and information of the day.

I watch them all, trying to figure out what to say, at least to Ali, who shouldn’t even be here.

My eyes focus back on the fire, the flames flickering yellow, red, and orange.

They call to me, whispering sweet nothings like a lover’s embrace.

Fire has always called to me. Reaching into my pocket, I grip my lighter tight.

Everything will work out.

It has too.

Ali’s voice is the first to break the silence. Its tone is a husky caress that sends goosebumps over my skin. Who knew just a voice could make me feel something? “Do any of you have a bucket list?” The question is as random as they come.

“I’ve never thought about it before.” I tell her.

“Yes.” Riot says with a smirk.

“Yeah, a list of things I want to get done before I die,” Cash says, and we all snort.

“Does your list have anything fun on it? Because I get the feeling you’re the uptight one of the three of you.” Riot and I snort because Ali isn’t wrong. Cash is always the more serious one of us .

Cash simply rolls his eyes and shrugs. “Yes, but everyone’s definition of fun is different. Why do you bring it up?”

“Touche. And…” I don’t know if it’s the firelight playing tricks on my eyes, but I swear Ali’s cheeks flush. “Well, if this is going to be my last day to live…”

“You will be walking out of this place alive.” Riot growls, glaring at Ali like her words personally offend him.

Ali rolls her eyes. “Can I finish what I was going to say?” Cocking a brow, she waits for Riot to nod.

“As I was saying… If this is the last day I, or any of us, may be alive, I want to check one more thing off my bucket list.” She goes quiet as we all just stare at her, waiting for her to continue.

I won’t lie. I’m actually intrigued. “Multiple men.”

I glance at Cash and Riot, the latter now wearing a shit-eating grin. Are we hearing her right?

“What was that?” I ask because I don’t think I’m the only one who needs to hear that again.

“I want all of you to fuck me.” I almost choke on my own spit at her bluntness.

“Multiple men in bed at once is on my bucket list. It was one of those doubtful to ever happen but fun to dream things, but hey, why the hell not now?” The look she is giving us is dead serious.

Movement across the room catches my eye, and I’m not even surprised to see Riot laid back, grey sweats down and dick in hand.

“Ready when you are, wife.”

“Are you sure about this?” Cash asks, standing and moving to where Ali is seated. She nods. “Use your words, Kitten.” Her eyes flare with excitement, and my own cock stiffens in anticipation of her answer.

“Yes. You said I was all of yours, right?” She teases, as he kneels before her, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he reaches forward to grasp her chin.

“Then prove it.” Those three words coming from her sweet lips are all it took to break us.

Cash lunges forward, slamming his lips down on hers, the kiss instantly savage. A battle of wills.

“Fuckkkk… I thought I would be jealous of that, but that is hot.” Riot mumbles.

After a minute of Ali and Cash being lost in their kiss, clothes start getting removed.

It’s like they are lost to the primal need to claim each other.

Reaching down, I undo my own jeans, letting my cock spring free before gripping it tightly.

“Hey, she said all of us, not just you, asshole.” Riot calls out.

This causes them to finally pull away before Ali’s eyes jerk to mine.

She nibbles on her lip before getting up on her knees and cr awling towards me.

Within a few steps, she’s in front of me.

“Hi. Need some help?” I frown before she leans forward and runs her tongue up my shaft in a slow, long, and wet lick.

I shiver at the feel before my resolve breaks as well.

With swift movements, I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her onto my lap.

Her shorts already came off, but her fishnet tights are still on.

Reaching between us, I grab the fabric between her legs and rip it.

They tear apart with ease, giving me full access to the pretty pink pussy already soaked with need.

“Fuck…brothers. Our woman is soaked and oh so pink and pretty.” I say, running my hands up Ali’s body until I reach her face.

I yank her down to mine. “My turn.” Then I dive in, my lips meeting hers, our tongues tangling.

She tastes like pure sin and sweetness as I get lost in the feel of her.

Her hips shift, her core rubbing against my cock.

I hear shuffling before additional hands reach for Ali, and I finally pull away, sucking in a breath of air.

“Ride me.” It’s not a question but a demanding need, and from the twinkle shining in Ali’s eyes, she’s just as excited.

Slowly, she lifts her hips, and my cock pops back up, already set at her entrance.

I don’t move, wanting her to make this choice.

At a torturous pace, she lowers her ass, my dick slipping in to her warmth, cocooning my cock.

We both let out moans of pleasure until she is fully seated.

“Oh god, you feel so good.” She rocks forward as Riot leans in for his own kiss, and Cash’s hands roam her body until they reach her rosy, pink, pebbled nipples.

She jumps, jerking away from Riot’s lips when Cash gives her a painful pinch, but it’s followed by another moan as she continues to ride me.

Her pussy is so tight, it squeezes my cock like an anaconda squeezing its prey. The feeling is divine.

“Can you handle more?” Cash asks, reaching between us and rubbing circles around her swollen nub. Her body twitches at the feel, but she nods her head, doing an impressive rendition of a bobblehead. “Words.” He demands, pinching her nub this time.

“Yes. More. Please.” She begs, not once stopping her thrusts. I grip her hips, my fingers leaving bruises. The thought of leaving my mark on her making me possessive and not even sorry about it.

“Good girl.” He grins before shifting behind her. “Lean forward, Kitten.” She does as she is told, reaching out and grabbing Riot by the cock as he kneels in front of her. She gives him a few pumps, causing him to groan. “Ever had someone back here?” He asks .

Whatever he does makes her tense before shaking her head. “No.”

“You will one day, but not today.” Her eyebrows furrow before we both feel it.

Cash’s cock pressing against her core, next to mine.

She freezes. “Relax. We won’t hurt you. If it’s too much, we will stop.

Trust us.” Cash’s eyes met mine, and I nod, wrapping my arms around her upper back and pulling tighter against me, allowing him better access.

“Relax, baby. Let us take care of you,” I whisper.

Ali lets out a slow exhale before giving me a small nod.

Cash sees it and grins. Placing his hands on her hips, he slowly gets back into position, his tip pressing in.

Ever so slowly, he slides his cock into her core, rubbing up against mine.

I’m not gay, but holy fucking shit, does this feel amazing.

We’ve shared women before, but never the same hole.

Ali moans, feeling the stretch and embracing the pinch of pain.

Once he is fully seated, the look of pure bliss crosses Cash’s face.

Same man, same.

We give her a moment to adjust before Cash slowly slides back and thrusts in.

He does this a few times before Ali fully relaxes.

“That’s it, baby. Sit up. Your husband needs some attention.

” Riots says, gripping Ali’s hair and lifting her head with a wicked smirk.

“Open up.” Ali’s green eyes are blown wide with lust, and she obeys, opening her mouth and allowing Riot’s cock to slide in.

Cash and Riot move while I hold Ali steady.

We fuck our woman into two orgasms before Riot’s speed changes, becoming jerky.

Then he is cursing up a storm as he comes down Ali’s throat.

She takes it all, just like before, as Ri slumps back, breathing hard.

Cash continues his pace, and I can feel my own orgasm approaching. Ali is a mewling mess, clutching my shoulders as Cash thrusts and rocks her onto me. Moments later, his speed is changing too. Ali tenses, and I know she is close as her back arches.

“Fuck, that’s it, Kitten, squeeze us. Milk us.

Take what you need.” With Cash’s words, she does just that, tightening her muscles and sending Cash over the edge.

A second later, she leans down, her teeth sinking into my chest, I’m pretty sure drawing blood.

A burst of pain sparks across my nerves and sends me over the edge of pure oblivion.

I swear I see stars as I release myself into her core, painting her with my seed.

“Fuck.” Is echoed around the room as we all slump back, trying to catch our breaths.

This. This right here cements her to us.

That was the best sex of my life, and it just so happens to be the night before we could all possibly die.

The thought is sobering, but my body is still pulsing with pleasure.

I thought surviving this trial was something I wanted for my family.

We all want to see change in the Hellfire Society, and conquering the trials was the first step to that.

But as I lay here, knowing I could be dead by this time tomorrow, something has changed.

I don’t want to just survive for my family, but now I need to survive for Ali.

Because there is no way in hell I could just walk away from this woman now. Not after this.