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  “You will let him in son, and then… I will rule over this world with an iron fist.”

  The image of Connor's dad standing over me, a menacing look on his face is frightening. Spittle flies from his mouth and hits my face as he screams at me. He’s clearly mad, lost his mind and is a danger to not just me, but this whole country. But the feeling of being powerless to stop him weighs heavy on my chest.

  The images switch again to me looking down at my hands. Only these aren’t mine, they’re masculine.

  They’re mine, Kayla. These are my memories, love. Let me show you all of it.

  Connor's voice enters my mind, soothing and gentle. My soul recognises him as Connor, the real one. Relaxing further I fully open myself to him, breaking down the wall inside me completely.

  “No dad please, don’t do this! I’ll bring her back, she’ll come. Then you can get her blood and we can just leave. You'll never have to see her or me again.”

  “NO! She must remain here. Safe. She cannot be allowed to be killed! Understand me boy, I do this for you too. She is your promised, I will keep her safe. Now let go, do as Tredici commands, bring her to me.”

  Changing again I see Connor’s image reflected back at me, he screams at the copy of himself in the looking glass. “Don’t hurt her or I will end this. I’ll kill myself and then you won’t be able to get her!” His own reflection answers him back;

  “I will not hurt her, Prince; I want her safe too, but if you continue to fight me, I will kill your brothers with your own hands.”

  I watch as Connor's memories flow through me, seeing them through his eyes. My face staring, hard and cold whenever I looked at him, but slowly it becomes softer. A grunt echoes around me and feelings that aren’t my own snake their way through my very being. Love. So much love my heart feels like it could burst in my chest. Fear. The fear of losing that love, my body starts to tremble with it.

  “Connor…” bursts from my lips, barely audible to my own ears. Unable to open my eyes, the memories keep coming. Connor screaming at himself in a looking glass, him watching me from afar, the ache inside his chest at not being able to hold me. Changing again I find myself looking down at Connor’s hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it hard as he pictures me in his mind.

  My gasp breaks the connection. “Um…” He pleasured himself while thinking of me?

  “Sorry.” Connors cheeks flame as he opens his eyes to look into mine. “I’m not filtering anything Kayla; I want you to see it all.”

  I close my eyes again and Connor rests his forehead against mine as more memories burn themselves into my brain.

  A large and very old book clutched in Connor’s hands the title; How to perform an exorcism. Over and over he searches, every single book in his dad's large collection of relics. Then I watch and feel as Connor hovers over a woman, tears roll down her face as not-Connor fucks her brutally.

  “Cover your face, wench. You look nothing like my bride.” not-Connor’s hand flies forward into the poor girls face as she scrambles to pull material over it.

  He made me Kayla; I didn't want to. I couldn't control him at all. My body was violated many times by Death. I’m so sorry. My whole body is shaking violently, so is Connor’s. Strong familiar arms wrap around my waist and I know Charlie has me in his arms.

  A bright light flashes and suddenly Connor is standing before a very short woman,

  “Please help me, he … he’s pure evil. You must help before all is lost.”

  The feeling of wetness on my face brings tears to my eyes. This tore Connor up inside, but he felt absolutely powerless against Thirteen and his father.

  The small woman before him disappears in a puff of smoke. The despair inside Connor makes my stomach roll. When the smoke dissipates in the empty space where the little woman was now stands a taller figure. As her face comes into the light, shock waves roll through me. Mum?

  “I will help you, dear Connor. But first, you must tell me,” her face hardens as she stares down at Connor, who is now on his knees at her feet. “Would you die for my daughter?”

  “Yes!” Connor immediately answers, not even pausing for breath.

  “Then I will free you, only when the time is right. But there will be consequences. Are you prepared to pay them?”

  “Yes. Anything.” The next scene Connor shows is me tied to a chair.

  When Connor lets go of my face and sits back, I leave my eyes closed. Unable to look into his mismatched eyes and see the pain that now coils around my heart reflected in them. That bastard Death can suck my metaphorical balls if he thinks I’ll let him get away with the torture he forced Connor to endure for these last few months

  “You see, Kay? Do you understand I did everything I could do to be free of that… evil? I kept all this,” he gestures to our surroundings. “To myself. He doesn’t know I’m part of the rebellion. If he did… they’d be gone already.” Connor’s desperate voice breaks through my thoughts.

  Opening my eyes slowly, my vision blurry with tears, I throw myself out of Charlie’s grasp and wrap my arms around Connor’s shoulders. Our lips crash together, I pour everything I have into the kiss. Our tongues sweep against the other, sending shivers down my spine. His hands move to my shoulders and I press myself against him. All at once I’m lifted into the air. Instinct has me wrapping my legs around his thick waist. The feel of his hard body against mine draws a moan from my lips. Connor swallows it as his hands squeeze my arse.

  Moving his mouth to the side Connor breathlessly says, “Kayla, I am so, so sorry, I…”

  “It wasn't you Con; it wasn't you.” Pulling him to me again my tongue swirling around his. I realise I have two options. One; I kill Connor. His soul is tortured, torn and broken. Not unlike mine was before he sauntered into my life just a short time ago. Or two; I do what Connor, Charlie, Crowley and Chris did for me; show him the challenges we face don’t have to define us but can show us the way into the light. I think of Charlie as I kiss Connor, the scars on his chest from the explosion. How they broke his soul. Changed him. Shaped him into someone less than he should’ve been. How together he and I bonded enough to break through the barriers he built around himself.

  I think of Crowley. Remembering how the grumpy sod jumps between being a dick one second, but the next he pushes through his issues and shows me the sweet inner that I can’t wait to explore more of. How his darkness calls to mine in ways I can’t explain, but I know together we’ll explore the dark.

  I think of Chris. Of how he starved himself because he didn’t think I could love him. How together we overcame that and all the other problems him being a Panda brought. My heart fills with joy as memories fill my mind of my guys. That together, we can face anything. Do anything. Together we can heal our brokenness. I was meant for these men, and they for me. Bad things happen in this fucked up world. Trials will be sent to test us. But so long as we’re together, there’s nothing we can’t face. The things we’ve faced, not just since we met, but before that, our pasts, all led us here to this moment. To each other. I realise in that moment; I would do it all again if it meant I’d find my guys.

  As his hands roam my body, his passion for me presses against the apex of my thighs. Long, thick and hot, my pussy clenches. Connor isn't a bad man; he was forced to do a lot of very bad things. Sure, he should’ve told Crow and Char, they might’ve helped him. I don't know how, but they would’ve tried. He absolutely should’ve told me, but I also understand he didn’t feel able to. He feared for their lives too.

  Decision made, I grind myself against him, a moan bursts from him vibrating through my chest. His hands snake around me and unclasp the chain around my body. Slowly Connor undresses me, his hands gentle and soft against my heated skin. He doesn’t take his lips from mine as he takes our clothes off.

  He slowly lets my feet touch the floor, confusion and heat war against each other on his features when he pulls back slightly. Cupping his face with one hand, I turn my head to look at Charlie, the fire
in his brown eyes makes me press my arse against him. “Charlie…” Answering my non-question he rubs against me and presses his face into my hair.

  “Doll, I’m so turned on, you're going to have to tell us what you want because I can’t think straight.” Charlie’s hot breath skims across my skin, a shiver runs down my spine. Turning back to Connor my eyes lock with Crowley’s over his shoulder. “Crow?” His arms are around Connor’s body, his hands resting on Connor’s now bare stomach.

  “Yes, darlin, oh, fuck yes,” Crowley replies, his voice husky with need.

  Chris stands near the door, hands in his jean’s pockets, looking confused and a little lost. Raising my hand, I beckon him to me, he comes willingly if a little slow. “I want all of you, right now. We could all be dead in the morning; I want to have no regrets.”

  “Kayla, I … I don't even know if … I can?” Chris stands next to Crowley, both so handsome my heart can barely take the sight of them so close together.

  “I know you can.” I drop my voice to a whisper, aiming for seductive and apparently nailing it because Chris slides in between Connor and I. Reluctantly, Connor moves back allowing Chris to kneel before me. His eyes shine once again, and it does things to my body I can't explain.

  “Mine, I want you more than I could ever explain,” he whispers, his eyes locked with mine. I feel all of their eyes on my body as if their hands were on me instead. Completely naked before my four men I feel not a single ounce of self-doubt. They’re all hard, hot and ready. If I ever had any doubts the four of them would find me as attractive as I found them, it dies a death as I drag my eyes around the room.

  “Fuck me, all of you.” The words come from me before I really have a chance to stop them. Not that I would, I absolutely mean what I say. I want them, wholly and for however much time we have left on this world. Moving away from the four of them to give them room, I watch as Charlie, Crowley and Chris remove their clothes. Chris takes off his black bottoms, revealing that he can indeed get hard for me. I bite my lip at the sight. Then Charlie pulls the shirt from his back, the soft ridges of his muscles make me want to lick them. My tongue darts out to wet my lips. Crowley’s all muscle and when he’s naked, I can’t help but moan a little. He’s truly a sight to see. Connor stands in the middle, his cock bouncing off his abs as he stares at me, enjoying the view of my naked body and no doubt listening to my naughty thoughts as all four of my men stand in a line, waiting for me to take this further. Their cocks are hard, visibly throbbing, dripping liquid from the ends.

  It feels like an eternity passes as I close the space between us. I stop before Charlie, letting my hands roam his soft skin. Cupping my face, he presses his lips to mine and kisses me with a soft passion. As with everything Charlie does, his hands and lips explore me with reverence and gentleness. His kind soul calls to the deepest parts of me. The fifteen-year-old Kayla inside me begs me to accept his love, his touch, his heart. I listen to her, soaking up everything Charlie has to give me. Ending the kiss on a gasp I move to Chris, the black around his eyes and across his nose reminding me that a short time ago this man was a killer, a Panda. But the sparkling blue of his eyes also tells me he’s no longer a monster and that makes me lean forward and crash my lips to his. His hands grip my hips as he pulls me to him, his body alive and ready. Where our skin touches electricity sparks, by now I'm so wet, it coats my upper thighs.

  Pulling away with a moan I force my legs to move me to Connor. I can't help but feel a small stab of pain in my chest. We were all nearly killed, my blood was turned into something meant to kill two races. The Panda and the humans. But I also know it wasn’t Connor. My soul knows he’ll fight beside me to fix what he was forced to do.

  Lightly, he presses his soft full lips to mine. Licking the seam for access, his tongue swirls against mine. His hands grip my arse, he bends at the knees so his cock rubs my clit as he gently thrusts. Pulling away I look down. His dick is shiny with my juices, the sight making me even wetter. Crowley impatiently clears his throat as I stand there looking at Connor’s cock. With a small giggle I move in front of the mountain of a man. The satisfied grin on his lips making me want to headbutt him. “Crow, always so bossy.” Chuckles burst from the others as Crowley grunts and yanks me against him.

  He’s so tall I must stretch on my toes to kiss him. He doesn’t lean down to make it easier for me like the others do. One of his huge hands snake to the base of my neck. He wraps it around my hair and pulls my head back so my neck is exposed.

  “I’ll show you bossy, Darlin.” In a flash of movement, Crowley buries his face in the crook of my neck, and he bites down, hard.

  “Oh, fuck!” bursts from me as the pleasure-pain causes me to cry out, the wetness between my legs now dripping down them. The fine line between pain and pleasure is obliterated as he drags his other hand between my boobs heading straight for my core, he inserts one large finger inside me.

  “Crow! Oh!” I melt against him as his finger fucks me.

  “Who’s the boss, darlin?” he huskily whispers, his huge cock rubbing against my belly.

  “Huh?” My pleasure filled brain can't comprehend what he's asking me.

  “Tell me I’m your boss, call me Daddy!” Crowley growls as he thrusts his fingers faster and harder.

  “Oh, fuck. Yes… Daddy!” I manage on a gasp. The heavy feeling in my stomach becoming too much as he curls his finger inside me.

  Heat envelops me as a body presses into me from behind and each side of me. Caged in the arms of my four lovers I come apart at the seams. Moaning in abandon as mouths close in around my nipples, sucking and nibbling, fingers rub furiously at my bundle of nerves. The room spins as my orgasm rushes through me so fast my legs collapse under me, but arms hold me upright. Light bursts into a million pieces behind my eyes. My moans turn into growls as my pussy clenches around Crowley’s finger over and over. My juices rush out, coating both Crowley and Charlie’s hands, who’s rubbing my clit, and my legs as it squirts from my pussy.

  “That’s it, Kayla, give me all you’ve got.” Crow growls next to my ear as he continues to fuck my pussy. Barely aware I’m even alive at this point, the feeling of being weightless forces my eyes open. Connor’s azure and chestnut eyes hold mine. My body feels weak, but my soul feels solid. Fulfilled. Happy. Loved. In love. The world around us disappears as his sultry voice soothes over my mind.

  I love you Kayla, more than I have words for. I will make this right, I promise.

  I have no idea what to say back to him, I’m not even sure that I know what love really is.

  That’s ok sweet face, for now I’ll settle for you being “In like” with me.

  A slow sexy smile spreads across his face as he lays me down on the bed. Crowley nudges him out of the way and kneels between my legs. I lift my head up a little to look down at his dick. Oh shit. That's not fitting in here! The sight has me scrambling back up in an attempt to get away from the monstrous thing. He’s far too big, nope. I quit. He'll split me in two! My vagina clamps shut and refuses to even entertain letting him near her.

  “I’ll make sure you're ready for me, Darlin,” Crowley chuckles as his hands dip to between my legs. I squeeze my knees tighter.

  Chris lays his hand on Crowley’s huge shoulder. “Maybe we should… go first?”

  Nodding Crow looks down at my bare pussy, a forlorn look in his eyes.

  “Ok, but I warn you, Darlin,” leaning down he drags his tongue over my core, making me call out when he nibbles my clit “I won't be as gentle as these three.” With that hot remark, Crowley’s replaced with Connor.

  Our eyes lock as I snake my hand between us and guide him inside of me. As the tip of him enters me, he hisses in a breath.

  “Kayla, so fucking tight! Unh.” His words, the timbre of his voice and the sheer size of him, all combined to make me moan loudly. Several gasps reach my ears as Connor slowly pushes his way inside me.

  “This won't last long, I’m sorry,” Connor forces between his teeth,
his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

  “Give me all you’ve got, Connor.” I want it all, everything they have to give. A small whimper leaves my lips as Connor pulls back out then slams into me with force. My hands fly to his shoulders as he bounces me off his hips. Over and over he pounds into me with an urgency I feel in my soul. He needs this just as much as I do. He grips my hip with one hand, the other roughly kneading my breast. The stirrings of what I now know is an orgasm flits through my belly. The unbridled need in his movements and the passionate way he kisses me tells me he’s close. Lifting my hips slightly, the next time he thrusts into me, he goes deeper. It's enough to make him throw his head back and let out a throaty groan as hot seed coats my insides, leaking out around him as he continues to move.

  “Kayla!” He rests his forehead against mine, still slowly thrusting. His body shivers with each spurt, his mouth moaning against my lips. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers once he stops moving.

  “Why?” Completely confused, I look up into his beautiful contrasted eyes. I think having sex with him is a clear indication I know his actions weren’t his fault; therefore, he has nothing to be sorry for. He looks so sad and disappointed. Is it me? Was I not… good?

  “I wanted our first time to be better than this, I...”

  Cupping his face in my hands I force him to look into my eyes. “Con, it was beautiful. If we survive what Keeper has planned for us, then we’ll get more chances to do this, because…” Casting my eyes down to where our bodies are still connected, I draw my bottom lip between my teeth and bite lightly. “I want to do this again with you, like… a lot.” A giggle works its way out of my parched throat.

  “Fuck yes, I want that too. You’re so beautiful Kay.” His words stab at my heart as I look back into his eyes. Every so often a memory flashes in my mind. He would tell me he thought I was pretty all the time when we were little.