Bonus Epilogue 1: The Group Scene

HARPER

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“I told you we shouldn’t have brought her so soon.” Ro glared sternly at Nash and Angel as I stood in a puddle of blood, the body already cooling at my feet, a sly sort of smile on my lips. His glare turned to me, and I winced at the intensity. “And you—”

I raised my hands in self-defense, already a step ahead of him. “How the hell was I to know that Nash was gonna get in the way of my blade again?”

Nash’s laughter didn’t help the situation any. In fact, every time he started, Ro’s brows inched further down on his face. At this rate, they’d become permanently fused to the bridge of his nose.

Wouldn’t that be a sight to behold?

Angel could clearly see this quickly going off the rails, but he looked uninclined to interject. Fucker leaned against the rear tire well of the Torino just feet away, watching me literally drip red from head to toe, a sassy smirk on his lips with those arms crossed and those too-long legs of his stretched out in front of him, one ankle tucked over the other.

Fuck, why did he have to constantly look like someone pulled him right out of a fucking manga comic?

Rowan sighed and rolled the body off the tarp, right into the damn Dread River with a quiet splash and a huff of annoyance. “If you think you’re getting in my car like that, I’ve got news for you—”

“You can just get naked then, Harpie girl. What’s he got to complain about then?” Nash rushed me like we hadn’t seen each other in years, his arms wrapping around my upper thighs as he bent over and lifted me into the air, spinning me around with my hands on his shoulders for stability. “It’s not just his car. I’ll drive you anywhere you wanna go in that damn jalopy, covered in blood or not. Just say the word.”

“The fuck you will,” Rowan shot back, spinning the keys around his finger. “You didn’t have to detail it last time. I did. And I’m not about to do it again just so you can get your damn rocks off—”

“I don’t need your car to get my rocks off,” Nash muttered into my stomach as he set me on the trunk, an arm’s length away from Angel. His hands ran up and down my arms, smearing his blood into the fine leather of my newest gift–a designer jacket from fucking Givenchy’s fall collection. Easily the most expensive thing I’d owned in a while.

And now, covered in the blood of my psycho-killer boyfriend.

Nash’s hooded eyes swept over me and he groaned, grabbing himself through his leather pants. “Fuck, Harpie girl, seeing you covered in the blood of our enemies—”

“It’s your blood, Nash,” Angel supplied helpfully.

“–like some avenging goddess from the heavens. Laid at my feet and ready for battle, with a twisted little smile of innocence on your lips.” His hands dragged the blood through my hair, which I’d dyed blonde again, now that I wasn’t in hiding. His fingers painted the strands with the deep red lifeblood of a man who’d imprisoned, enslaved, and nearly killed his wife for years. It made me feel . . . things.

Things I wasn’t sure I liked. But then again, maybe it was okay to embrace the joy and revel in ridding the world of one more piece of shit man who didn’t deserve to breathe.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now, I just wanna lick you clean and fuck you senseless.”

Well, if my pussy wasn’t running the show already, it certainly was now.

I sat up a little straighter, propping myself up on my arms as I leaned back and shoved my chest forward, drawing his eyes to the fair amount of cleavage I was showing off.

Thank you, Victoria’s Secret shelf bras.

“You’re fucking insane,” Rowan huffed, shoving me off the trunk so he could stow the tarp inside. “Both of you. And to think, there only used to be one of them.”

Angel murmured a noncommittal sound as he stepped around the car and bent over to study himself in the side mirror, shoving two lonely strands of his now jet-black hair back into the loose bun at the nape of his neck. 

If Rowan was looking for a voice to join him, he was outnumbered. I had his brothers wrapped around my little finger, a fact which amused him and irritated him in equal measure.

Nash buried his face in my tits as he caged me in against the car, dragging his nose along the swell of one tit, smearing the blood there along the way. “You smell like the goddess of death, Harpie girl. And I wanna taste you.”

Without another word, Nash’s tongue darted out and licked a stripe from the center of the valley of my breasts, clear up to the dip in the center of my chin, a groan rumbling through his chest and reverberating in my own. Angel pretended disinterest, but I caught the sideways glances he shot our way when he thought I wasn’t looking. Bloodplay might not be his jam, but he didn’t miss a chance to get close to me these days. It was like he thought he had to make up for holding out so long.

Not that I minded.

When you’re being chased around by a fucking sculpted demigod for sex and affection, you learn really fast not to complain.

“Nash, we’re in public,” I whined as his fingers made quick work of my zipper first, then the buttons of the top underneath. “Anyone could happen by and see—”

“Harper, we’ve been dumping bodies here for seven years. I think we’d know if people actually came across this place willingly,” Angel pointed out. “Which they do not.”

I glared menacingly in his direction. “Enabler.”

“You love it,” he sassed back, sticking his tongue out at me.

“I love you,” I corrected, sticking a finger in his direction. “Not your bad habits.”

Nash distracted me again by pulling one of my breasts free of the very expensive bra I’d stuffed them in, his mouth latching around it like a fucking vacuum as that dangerous tongue laved at my sensitive nub. I threw my head back and moaned, reaching blindly for his shirt as he shed the leather jacket around his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

“Fuck, wanna feel you against me, Harpie girl,” he moaned against my sensitive skin, his thumb skating over the other side’s puckered nipple as he dragged eager whimpers from my throat. “Wanna be inside you while you’re covered in blood. Christ, you’re so sexy like this–”

“I can’t with you,” Rowan muttered, making his way toward the driver’s side of the car. “I’m leaving. You wanna stay, go for it. I have shit to do.”

Before I could plead with him, Angel’s hand darted out and stole the keys away from his younger brother, stunning him into silence. When Ro turned his glare on Angel, the latter just smiled and shot him a wink, mouthing enjoy the show at him.

Then he leaned over the back of the car and propped himself up, staring at Nash and me with an intense, burning gaze.

Nash took this as permission to double down, and he snarled a warning seconds before he yanked me over to the trunk again and bent me over the damn thing, yanking up the pretty denim skirt I had on to bare my thong-clad ass to the gaze of literally anyone who might drive by.

Not that there were many cars going by in this neighborhood at this time of night, but it still made me whimper, made my pussy wet.

I was beginning to think I had a bit of an exhibitionist kink in me.

His finger slid down my spine, the barely-there touch still sending shockwaves through me as it reached the hem of my skirt and jumped over the bunched-up fabric, skimming down the crack of my ass, hovering just at the edge of my pussy behind the thin, light fabric.

It was lace. Angel had an obsession with dressing me in lace.

I could feel the heat of his hand against my skin, even though it didn’t touch me. I wanted it to. Needed it.

Just when I was about to give in and beg him, Angel reached over and grabbed my ponytail in his hand, yanking my head back with a flick of his wrist.

The fire in his eyes lit me up from my toes all the way up to my scalp.

“You’d better hold still for Nash and be a good girl, you hear me?” The rumble in his voice was new for Angel, but it only made him sound even sexier. Made me wanna obey his every demand.

“I’ll be good,” I promised with a grin, eyes locked on his striking violet ones. “But do I get something out of it?”

Nash was already pulling his cock out of his pants, slapping a hand across my shoulder to collect the blood there to use as lube as he jacked himself off.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll make sure you get your reward,” Angel whispered in my ear, his tongue darting out to trace the curve of my jaw. “But you can’t come until we say so.”

I whined like a bitch in heat at the new stipulation.

Don’t come until we say so? “Okay.” I could do that. I think.

Some days, I wondered if they just enjoyed torturing me for shits and giggles.

While Nash fucked his own bloody hand, Angel’s hand found my breast, kneading the sensitive skin there, his fingers grazing my pebbled nipples as the cool night air danced across them. “You’re such a responsive bitch,” my demigod muttered, watching with pleasure as Nash’s fingers slid my thong out of the way and dove straight in, stretching me wide for his own pleasure. “How tight is she, Nash?”

Nash’s groan of approval had me practically writhing atop the car, standing on the tips of my toes in search of more. “So tight, man. I could come just watching her hole swallow my fingers.”

Now it was Angel’s turn to grab himself as Nash swept aside my skirt and showed off my dripping cunt as his fingers slid in and out, scissoring as I squirmed and moaned for more.

Even Rowan swore under his breath.

I could feel myself dripping down the inside of my thighs, making a mess everywhere, but with Nash’s blood all over me, and three men about to fuck me senseless, what was a little arousal in the grand scheme of things?

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you before I lose my shit.”

He didn’t need to prep himself. He was already harder than steel. But I still watched him jerk his own cock as he leered at the curve of my ass, bared to his gaze, his free hand leaving bloody handprints all over me as he caressed and cupped my skin.

“I’m gonna fuck you and use my blood for lube,” he growled suddenly, slamming home with a single thrust in my wet and waiting pussy.

He made good on his word, his cock pounding into me, sliding back out agonizingly slow, and within seconds, the deranged man I loved like a part of myself was coming inside me, painting my insides with ropes of his seed with a feral snarl.

Angel ripped him off me without preamble and cradled my face in his hands, searching me for any sign that Nash had done damage.

“Are you with me, pretty girl?” he whispered, his thumb skimming over my lower lip slowly, reassuring himself that I could speak if I wanted to. At my firm nod, he lifted me up and set me atop the trunk of the car, staring daggers at his eldest brother. “You’re an animal, Nash,” he spat, then turned his attention back to me, reaching for Ro with his free hand. “Rowan, come show our girl how she should really be treated.”

As much as Rowan had always been the shot caller, I had begun to see him let go a little, allowing the others to step forward and lead things every now and again. It was a testament to his personal growth but did absolutely nothing to detract from the utterly devastating gleam in his stern yet soft eyes.

And though he might not be calling the shots, his every move was still carefully calculated, logically mapped out, and every means of escape explored for future reference.

He slid his hands over me from top to tail, a low growl building in his chest as he curled over my back and kicked my legs apart. I felt the seed dripping from me, Nash’s conquest leaking from me as my body still shuddered from need.

I needed these boys to wreck me as badly as I needed air to breathe.

“You made a mess today,” Rowan growled at the base of my neck as his hands began to work the buckle of his belt loose. “You might have to walk home, wearing your shame and our seed dripping down your legs. Would you like that?”

Rowan had never been much of a dirty talker, but something had him riled up today, so I didn’t question it. Maybe it was the rush of the job we’d just completed, or perhaps there was something else there I couldn’t see. Either way, I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

“I’m not walking anywhere looking like this, Rowan Blackwood,” I sassed back, scrunching my nose in that way he hated so much. “But you’re welcome to try leaving me behind.”

We both looked over our shoulder at Nash, who was busy tucking himself back into his pants.

Yeah, no fucking way was he about to cross Nash today.

“I’ll never leave you behind again,” he muttered against my skin as he slid his cock between my asscheeks and groaned. “Have you ever had a man here before, Harper?”

I nodded weakly, hating myself for giving away so many of my firsts. “Once.”

His voice deepened, and the head of his cock lined up against my puckered hole. “Did you like it?”

“Not as much as I’m about to,” I replied, hating the whine in my voice.

I’d tell these men anything that gave me the best orgasms of my life. Which they always did.

I’d never tell them, though. It’d go to their heads.

Both of them.

“Good girl.”

I breathed in and winced as he spit on his cock and slid in without warning, stretching me in a way we hadn’t explored before. I wasn’t an anal virgin, but damn if he wasn’t the biggest man I’d had in that hole, like, ever. The burn as I clenched around him was only rivaled by the needy clench my pussy answered with because it felt neglected all of a sudden. 

“I’m going to fuck this ass of yours, Harper. I want you to stand still and take it like a good girl, you hear me?”

I bit my lip and nodded, whimpering at the intrusion as he inched in, little by little now that he was inside me.
When he bottomed out, I might’ve whined and backed up on him, wishing I could make him move. Make him fuck me. 

“I need you to move, Ro,” I begged, not above pleading for it.
Rowan’s laughter reverberated up my damn spine, but damned if he didn’t give me exactly what he knew I so desperately craved. I didn’t care that we were standing on a bridge, exposed to the public, should any choose to wander this far from the safety of the city lights, Didn’t care that his brothers were watching him defile me in the best of ways. I didn’t even care when his hands gripping my skirt ripped the fabric up to the waistline, letting him slide his hand right beneath the thin fabric to flick my clit while he ground his cock into my ass. 

I only cared about the impending orgasm the mixture of pain and pleasure brought me.

“Fuck, Ro, I–”

Angel reached over and put his lips to mine, swallowing the protests I was about to make as Rowan lifted one of my legs behind the knee and opened me up further to his invasion.

I damn near bit his tongue off for the affront but let him devour my moans instead as Rowan pushed in even further, bottoming out as his balls brushed against the inside of my thighs.

“Ahh, damn, Harper, your ass is so tight,” Rowan growled behind me, his hand slipping around my shoulder to hold me still as he dragged the length of himself in and out, reveling in the gasping sobs he dragged from my throat when Angel finally released me with a wink. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was the only man who’d ever been here before.”

The only one who matters, my pathetic heart bleated out for him. One of three.

“Enough toying with her, Rowan,” Nash flippantly sighed from where he leaned against a light post. “Give our middle sibling a turn, so we can take her home and fuck her properly–maybe in the shower.”

His eyes flashed, and like lightning, my pussy contracted around air, desperate for him to fulfill that promise.

Rowan’s chuckle rumbled through him. “Against the wall.”

Angel growled like a beast against my ear, his hand roving over my breasts beneath my shirt. “Splayed out on my sheets, ready to be worshipped like the queen she is.”

Fuck, when he made promises like that . . . I couldn’t help but envision them.

“Please, Rowan,” I breathed, standing on the tip of my toes on the one foot still on the ground. “Please.”

Nash huffed from feet away, having abandoned his light post for the nearness and allure that was me, thrown over the car, being spit roasted for their pleasure. “She likes being a whore for us, boys. Us, and nobody else–”

Angel’s hand shot out and wrapped around his throat in warning. “I’ve told you about that kind of language, Nashville Blackwood. She’s not a whore. Not even for us.”

God, it did things to my insides when he snapped like that.

Rowan bent over my back and growled his release in my ear, his cock buried inside me, the feel of his hot seed filling me, but not where I needed it. Not where I wanted it. 

Angel might not like it, but Nash was right. I loved being a whore for them. My pussy couldn’t get enough of their particular brand of pleasure. There weren’t enough hours in the day to fuck them as much as I wanted to.

Rowan withdrew slowly, grabbing my ass in a parting shot as he stepped away, leaving nothing behind but a mess and a whisper of a promise to do more later. Angel pulled a bandanna from his back pocket, but instead of wiping his own brow, he leaned down and stuffed it in my mouth, gagging me like a captive.

That’s new.

Angel wasn’t usually one for being rough or mean or aggressive, but once in a blue moon, he got a wild hair up his ass and tried something different. It was a game to us, to see how much we could shock the other on that particular phase of the moon or whatever it was that drove him to step out of his comfort zone. Any other day of the year, he treated me like a princess. Pleasured me like it was the only job he’d ever wanted to have. Like I was his goddess, and he, a worshipper at my altar.

But once in a while . . . 

“I’m going to make you scream, and I don’t particularly care to have the whole city think I’m killing someone down here.”

“Not that they’d be wrong any other day of the year,” Nash said flippantly, picking his nails with the tip of his blade. 

I nodded eagerly, waiting to see what Angel had planned. Oh, I hoped it was letting me come. I needed release so bad I could taste it in the back of my throat. 

Angel spun me around so that my ass was against the car now, facing him with that bandanna in my mouth, keeping me silent, his eyes burning with an intensity that promised everything I could ask for and more. His eyes roved my body, a sneer curling his lips as he spotted the seed running down my legs, leaking from me as blatant proof that I was a whore. Their whore.

Only their whore.

Angel, Nash, and Rowan.

The only men I would ever let break me.

“You wanna know what I’m going to do to you?” he growled, running his nose along the column of my throat. I nodded eagerly, my eyes blown wide and breathing quick and shallow. “You’ll just have to be a good girl, then, and see what happens.”

Dirty talk wasn’t his groove. I could dig it. But why tease me when he just planned to—oh.

Ohhhhh. Oh, yesss.

Angel slid two fingers inside me and scowled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “I don’t want a brat tonight, Harper. Tonight, I want you to be good for me. Can you do that?”

Another nod from me as he ran his fingers up the length of my leg, dancing across the top of my thigh before jumping to the other leg and working his way back down. When those fingers reached my ankle, he wrapped them around it and lifted gently, setting one of my feet on the trunk of the car beside my hip. 

The whimper that slipped from my throat was more animal than human.

“Please,” I begged behind the improvised gag, desperate and needy and weak for him. “Please–”

“Oh, you beg so pretty for me.”

His hand slipped from my leg and two fingers slammed inside me, curling, twisting, searching for that spot inside of me that turned me into a mess in a heartbeat. He skated around it, a wicked smile on his lips every time I whined and lifted my hips, hoping to encourage him to go a little further, a little deeper, a little more to the left–

“You’re a needy girl, aren’t you, Harper?”

Fuck. I nodded eagerly, tears at the corner of my eyes now, weak for him in a way I couldn’t bring myself to be with anyone else.

His fingers finally, finally grazed the spot he liked working to make me scream, and I damn near spit out the bandanna to shout his name. His free hand fumbled with his belt, then the button and zipper on his pants, and I sighed with pleasure when he yanked those fingers from my cunt and replaced them with his cock.

Angel was poetry in motion. Every move, every stroke had a purpose, a design beyond in and out, perfectly curated to pull the desired reactions from his little toy. I gave him what he was after, one of his hands around my ankle on the car, the other steadying himself over me as he leaned it against the cool metal surface against my back. 

Every stroke of his dick brought me higher, every moan he made another notch of arousal that had me panting through the bandanna gag and whimpering at the sensations. I was so close, so fucking close–

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Bone Brothers. I didn’t know assaulting women was your style these days.”

I leaned up on my elbows and spotted the cops just as their flashlight beam fell on me–half-naked, Angel balls deep inside me, legs spread so they could see it all. I moved to cover myself, only to have Angel stop me with a hand over mine, and his eyes boring into the two officers staring him down. 

“It’s not assault if she’s willing,” he snapped, his gaze dark and threatening. “You come for a show, or do you have a job to get back to?”

Seeing him like this, so unhinged, so short with an officer, it did things to me. My pussy clenched around him, desperate for him to move again, and a little whimper left my throat as he did just that, sliding out an inch just to drive back in, fucking me in front of these cops like they didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Nash’s brows were in his hairline as he studied the officers with a smirk on his face. “It seems our brother has gotten over his shyness, Rowan. Maybe we should get rid of these pigs for him. I don’t remember them buying tickets to the Harper Fuckfest.”

“This is our city, Bonehead. You’d do well to remember that–”

The first cop stepped forward, but the second took a step back, his eyes wide, the realization that they were in over their heads dawning on him with sudden clarity. “Maybe we should just go–”
“No, fuck that, Rogers. I’m staying right here until they move the fuck along.”

Angel laughed, the reverberation hitting me in my core. “I don’t plan to move anywhere until this woman is screaming my name.”

“That’s public indecency,” the first cop muttered, reaching for the butt of his gun. In a flash, Nash had his blade in hand, tossing it up and down like it amused him to think the cop imagined he could pull a gun faster than he could throw that knife.

“Eyes on me, Harper,” Angel commanded, his hand gripping my jaw as he yanked my attention back to him. “Only on me.”

I didn’t question him. As he started moving inside me with renewed intent, I couldn’t help but get wet at the thought that we were two steps away from being arrested, and here he was, fucking me on the back of the car, in front of two beat cops, like he couldn’t give a damn less that they were the law.

This is our town, Harper. We just let the lawmen think they run the show.

Lilly had told me that ages ago, and I was strating to see now what she meant. I soon forgot all about the men watching me as I threw my head back and moaned, Angel yanking the bandanna free to hear me better.

“That’s right, Harper, moan for me. I wanna hear all those pretty noises you make.” His hand encircled my throat, and I sobbed in ecstasy, his cock hitting the spot in me just as his other hand reached between us and slipped over my clit. His hair shielded my eyes from the cops, and he stared down at me as his lips moved, the filthiest things I’d ever heard spilling from him. “You really are naughty, aren’t you? You’re so wet, beautiful. Does it turn you on to know I’m fucking you while they watch?”

I didn’t want to admit that it did. I didn’t want him to know that about me. To think less of me. But when he slipped a single digit inside me along the length of his cock, fucking me with both at the same time, I gasped in surprise, nodding my head eagerly, praying that he’d give me more.

“I can’t hear you, Harper. And neither can they.”

“Fuck, yes, okay, yes, I like—” I broke off in a moan as his finger curled and rubbed against my g-spot and my clit as he stroked that cock in and out of me. “I like being watched.”

“Naughty girl,” he whispered, only for me, as he leaned back and spread my legs apart, showing me off. “I bet you like knowing those pigs are over there wishing they were me. Wishing they had pussy this good to sink into. Drooling when you make those pretty moans.” He shot them a look over his shoulder as he slammed into me again, speeding his pace as I throbbed around his length. “Look. The one can’t even stand up straight, he’s so turned on.”

Ro and Nash cackled as the younger cop blushed, his hand over his crotch as if it might hide his shame. The older one took another step forward, and I groaned when Nash’s hand darted out, and he put that sharp ass blade to the man’s dick, a threatening growl of warning slipping unhindered from his lips. 

“Take one more step, and you won’t have a dick to wag at a woman ever again.”

Angel dragged me off the edge of the car and pulled out of me unceremoniously, his length bobbing in the shine from the flashlight, which they hadn’t moved yet. “Bend over, Harper. I want them to see what you look like when you come for me.”

Rowan smirked, his hand on the light pole nearby. “Oh, this is gonna be good. I didn’t know our girl was a performer, brothers.”

Angel placed me where he wanted me, my legs just barely apart, one foot lifted to rest on the bumper, skirt hiked up, exposed and hot and cold and so fucking ready to be fucked and desperate for that orgasm—

“You ready to come for me, princess?”

“Oh, yes, please,” I begged, hair falling in my eyes now, palms pressed to the trunk, back arched, voice ragged and so so so keyed up. “Fuck, give it to me. I want it. I need it so bad—”

He wrapped a single hand around my throat from behind and pulled my face up so I had to look into the eyes of the cops as they stared on in confusion, wonder, and paralyzed fear. Felthis cock slide into me from behind, his free hand reaching up my shirt to palm a breast in his warm grip. 

“Watch them watch you, pretty girl,” he whispered against my ear as he rocked into me, single-minded focus his only thought. “You turn them on. So beautiful. So unattainable. They want what they can’t have.” His lips teased my sensitive skin, teeth nibbling gently on the lobe of my ear as I moaned and arched against him, needing the release so bad I was seeing stars. “They want you. And unfortunately for them, you’re mine. And I don’t like to share.”

“You can say that again,” Nash smarted, quirking a brow at Rowan.

“Come for me, beautiful.” Angel’s words were like a beacon in the night as I felt the edge of my orgasm slam into me, and I came with a shout of his name, falling apart around him as he pumped into me once, twice more, and bit me on the back of the neck as he emptied himself inside me, filling me up in the naughtiest ways.

“She’s so pretty when she falls apart, isn’t she?” Nash muttered, his knife still pointed at the cop’s dick, his eyes on me and me alone. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, or I’d run you through for watching her.”

Rowan stepped toward us, taking his jacket off to cover me as Angel helped me stand again. The combined seed of the three of them was like a brand, and I could feel it trail down my leg, like a tattoo on my skin. Could see the younger cop’s eyes follow it as it traveled, his eyes wide, lips parted just a bit. “Get in the car, Harper, while we deal with these uninvited voyuers.”

The older cop raised his hands in defense, stepping away from Nash and his knife. “We didn’t see anything. We’ll just be on our way, then,” he muttered, dragging his partner with him to their waiting car with a haste that would have made me giggle were I not still breathless from the sex-a-thon I’d just run with these three men.

When the cruiser pulled away into the night, I turned to my boys with a smile on my lips and a quirked brow in the direction of the car. 

“So, am I allowed to ride home in the Torino now?”

Rowan chuckled as he slung his arm over my shoulder, tossing the keys to Nash. “Yeah, sweet girl, you can get in the car with us.” His eyes darkened for a second and flashed over to Nash as he slipped in the front seat. “But if you get it dirty, you’re cleaning it.”