Bloodbath (Order of the Unseen #4)

Chapter Sixteen

Quinn

I ’m immediately greeted by elegance and luxury, the interior design featuring floor to ceiling windows overlooking the cityscape of Boston, with high ceilings and an open layout. I’ve never been inside a luxury penthouse suite before.

With a cult after me, it makes sense he would bring me here.

“Is this place yours?”

He nods. “Ours,” he clarifies. “What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is yours.”

The sun is rising, and the natural light and panoramic views that surround us are almost overwhelming for me. I’ve never been this high up.

“My uncle left it to me after he died,” he explains.

There’s sleek designer furniture, mostly black in color, eliciting a seductive ambiance. When my attention meets the entrance to the terrace, Damien catches my apprehension. He presses his body into my back and embraces me.

“Not a fan of heights?” he asks, resting his chin on my shoulder.

With a nervous gulp, I shake my head. “I guess not.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ve just never been this high up before.”

“No,” he breathes, turning me to face him. He cups my face with his hands and locks his eyes with mine. “ I’m sorry , Quinn. I never meant to hurt you.”

Tears spring to my eyes.

“I… I love you, Quinn, with every part of me.” He takes my hand and places it over his chest. His heart beats steadily beneath my palm, reminding me that he’s human. That sometimes people make mistakes.

“I didn’t think I could feel this way. I didn’t know I was capable of …loving… someone. You are my whole fucking world. I refuse to ever walk through life without you. I vowed to protect you. To keep you safe. But I failed you. I fucking failed you, Quinn. I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m so sorry I kept you in the dark. You didn’t belong there. Especially not when you’ve only ever been my light.”

“I’m not sure what to feel right now,” I admit.

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“Omen knew my mother,” I say, a twinge of pain settling in my chest. “He told me she raised him. She had to have been a good person to give me a better life. Right?”

With a nod, he brings me closer.

“My whole life has been a lie,” I whisper.

“Not this,” he breathes softly, his forehead pressed to mine.

He leans down and presses a tender kiss on my lips. I can taste the saltiness from his tears coating my lips. This kiss is powerful, more meaningful than any other kiss we’ve shared in the past. This is binding.

Soul tying.

“I want to forgive you,” I hum against his lips.

“I’m not worthy of your forgiveness. Not yet. But I swear on my life, I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.” He draws back slightly, tracing my jaw with his fingertips. “I am going to slaughter them, Quinn,” he promises, his face hardening, eyes darkening. “Every last one of them.”

Damien links his fingers through mine and gives me a tour of the rest of the place. The thing I enjoy most is the privacy we have. Even perched above the busy city life below us, it’s so quiet up here. Though he’s made it clear that this penthouse was left to him, Jensen and Micah have their own designated rooms.

Once we enter the primary suite, I make myself comfortable on the king size bed, taking in this moment of complete tranquility. I’m exhausted. Mind, body, and soul. Before I can even make sense of it, Damien is hovering over me, pinning me to the plush bedding.

I stare up at him with a profound sense of security, admiring the way the sun’s rays caress his face. The soft light that casts on him brings out every contour, accentuating his features. I take his face in my hands and trace beneath his eyes, his cheeks, then slowly graze my fingertips along his sharp, chiseled jawline.

The contrast between his dark long lashes and light blue eyes creates such a beautiful blend. The connection we have is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I let out a content sigh, lost in the depth of his tender gaze. It’s impossible to put my feelings for him into words. The hard edges of his smirk begin to melt away and a moment of intimacy washes over us. His eyes soften, and he invites me in, connecting with me on a more heartfelt level.

A breath gets trapped in my chest as his gaze drifts to my mouth. Without wasting another second, our lips collide. Damien kisses me gently, like I’m the most precious gift in his world. My arms find their way around his neck and I bring him closer. He holds me so tight.

I’ve always felt so safe in his arms, and even after everything that has happened tonight, that hasn’t changed.

“I refuse to ever let you go,” he murmurs, pressing tender kisses along the curve of my throat.

Micah and Jensen appear in the doorway.

Damien frantically leaps off the bed and meets them across the room, a look of worry in his eyes. “I fucked up, and I owe you both an explanation—”

“Damn right you do,” Jensen scoffs.

“But not now,” Micah speaks over him. “I’m tired of being angry. I’m really, really tired.”

“I’m sorry,” Damien says, “and I know sorry isn’t fucking good enough.”

“You’re right,” Jensen replies. “It’s not.”

“There’s a lot of bad blood between Omen and I. I thought if I acted like he didn’t exist, then maybe he would fuck off forever. Disappear into the fucking abyss.”

“Isn’t that a bit harsh?” I ask from the bed. “He’s still your brother.”

“No, Quinn. He’s not. Blood doesn’t mean shit.”

“Can we finish this later?” Micah questions.

Damien closes the space between them, placing a reassuring hand on Micah’s shoulder. “If you want me to leave, I will. I’ll leave, Micah. I’ll give you time. As long as it takes.”

Jensen and I lock eyes from across the room.

“Okay,” Micah states.

Damien heads for the door, and the whole world begins to shatter.

“Wait—don’t. That’s the last thing I want,” Micah clarifies with a sigh, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back to them. “We care about you, Damien. I don’t want you to leave.”

“None of us do,” Jensen adds.

Damien’s lips part. “Really?”

Micah caresses his arm. “I don’t ever want that. I just want us all to be okay.”

Damien grins. “You want me to stay?”

“I do. Come here.”

The three of them embrace one another and set their eyes on mine.

“Get in on this, baby girl,” Jensen calls to me.

“We’re so sorry, babe,” Micah coos.

Suddenly, I find myself joining where they stand. Micah and Jensen begin to apologize continuously, as remorseful and sincere as ever, offering no excuses. Them taking accountability means the world to me, but instead of responding with my words, I use my touch, starting with my lips, and the rest of my body follows.

Falling into their arms and breathing each of them in, one by one, then all at the same time. Because we are a team, and we’re best when we’re together.

“Move in with us, Quinn,” Damien declares, his eyes locked with mine.

“Be with us, always,” Jensen says.

Micah presses a gentle kiss on my temple.

“Okay.” I pull them closer. “But only on one condition.”

Damien nods.

Then Jensen and Micah join in.

Damien

All three of us grab hold of our little Quinn, our hands and lips caressing her body. The sexual tension suddenly becomes too much to endure. I get caught up in the intense feelings of expressing our love and end up meeting Micah’s eyes.

I’ve hurt him so much. It physically pains me.

And finally, I can’t take the distance between us anymore. The emotional connection is there—maybe it always has been—and I don’t want to resist for one more second.

Staring at his lips, I find myself leaning in, surveying his reaction to my proximity. His hand cradles the back of my head and brings me closer, giving me a few seconds to react, to push him away.

But I do the opposite.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, slamming my mouth against his.

With soft brushes of the lips and synchronized movements, my heart pounds. As passion builds, a powerful feeling of warmth and solitude comes over me. This moment between us feels personal, like we’re the only ones in the room.

Micah melts into me, our pulses quickening. The kiss deepens and tensions grow high, our breathing shallow and urgent, but a blissful silence stretches through my mind, even with exploring this new territory for the first time.

Kissing Micah feels good.

Quinn and Jensen join in on this spontaneous display of affection, their lips and tongues entwined with ours. Even without saying a word, there’s a mutual understanding between the four of us. We all care deeply for each other… hell, we would do anything for each other.

It’s never been about parts to me. It’s about the connection.

They’re teaching me that it’s okay to be me , that it’s okay to allow myself to love the people I love.

They’re teaching me to love and accept myself .

Because this is who the fuck I am.

And no matter what I’ve been trained to believe by my father… I’m enough.

We all strip each other, kissing and groping one another, leaving a trail of discarded clothing on the floor. Quinn moves me toward the bed and I fall backward, staring up at her in awe.

She looks like a fucking angel. I stroke my cock from tip to base, my thumb grazing over the cuts, while Micah and Jensen fall on the bed beside us.

Quinn straddles my waist. My cock twitches as she grazes the pad of her thumb over the smooth, rosy slit, wiping away the evidence of my arousal. The muscles in my pelvic region contract, my back briefly arching from the mattress.

“Fuck,” I bite out, my biceps flexing as I rest my arms above my head, watching as Micah takes Jensen’s cock into his mouth.

Quinn’s thighs are already drenched as they hug my hips. She lightly grazes her pussy along the length of my shaft, sliding back and forth, the friction of it sending a spark through me. I eagerly buck my hips upward. My quiet groans are her encouragement.

Her full breasts bounce as she leans forward, taking hold of my wrists and securing them in place beside my head. I swallow hard, staring up at her with dilated pupils and slightly swollen lips. My dick twitches, smacking against her clit. I groan, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth and taking in the sight of her beautiful skin and puckered nipples.

She tightens her hold on my wrists and grinds her slick pussy against my dick, a hushed moan falling from her lips. “Do you want to switch?” she asks me.

I nod. “Switch with Micah.”

With a satisfied grin, she climbs off me, and Micah’s eyes set on mine.

“What?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

I reach for his hand, and when I find it, I bring it to my lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth.

“Fuck, Damien,” he breathes sharply.

“Come here.”

Quinn and Micah switch places, and I remain on my back. A gasp falls from Jensen’s lips as he slips inside our beautiful girl. Micah takes my pulsating cock in his hand while gauging my reaction. Adrenaline surges through my body. I can see him more clearly than ever.

He strokes me from tip to base, working slowly at first, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his eyes until I begin bucking my hips. The moment he leans down and traces the veins of my shaft with his tongue, I inhale a sharp breath, my chest rising and falling, hard and fast.

“Fuck,” I curse, watching with intense anticipation as he twirls his tongue around the tip. “Oh, fuck.” The sensation of his warm, plump lips sends me to heights I didn’t even know existed.

“Mmm,” Micah moans, gliding his tongue along the full length of my dick before focusing on the initials of our beautiful girl.

He spells out both letters with the tip of his tongue, and I savor the sting, my balls tightening. As sensitive as it is, I’m a sucker for the pain.

Fuck, I crave it.

He takes me into his mouth, sucking and licking, bobbing his head up and down. I’m swept up in the feeling of how tight his throat is, so I grab the back of his head and push myself further, holding him in place.

“Fucking Christ. Fuck. Micah.”

He chokes, and gags, spit coating my cock as he draws back, desperate for air. With flushed cheeks and watery eyes, he looks at me— really looks at me.

Suddenly we see each other in a whole new light.

I guide him back down, fucking his face with urgent thrusts, hitting the back of his throat harder and harder, groaning loudly over the sound of his muffled whimpers.

“Fuck, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” I warn.

He doesn’t listen.

Hell, maybe he does, but just doesn’t care.

Because Micah continues giving me some of the best head of my life, bringing me closer to the edge with each second that passes.

Time falls away. I can almost hear the wet sounds of his mouth over the echoing sounds of Jensen’s balls smacking against Quinn’s thighs as he takes her from behind. She’s watching us eagerly with flushed cheeks and a seductive smile.

Right before I’m about to explode, I fist his hair, yanking him off me. He’s gasping for air at this point, his lips red and swollen, the corners of his mouth raw.

“Fuck me, Damien, please,” he begs. Pushing him onto all fours, I climb behind him, trying to catch my breath. “Are you good?” he asks breathlessly.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” I groan, fisting my dick tight. “Are you?”

“I’ll be better once I have your cock inside me. Let me feel you.”

I oblige, spitting into my palm and coating his back hole with saliva. He glances back at me with heated eyes as I sink two fingers into his ass. He’s tight as fuck. My dick grows harder as I press the head of my cock against his ass and thrust into him slowly.

“Holy— fuck,” he chokes out, his body tensing.

He cries out euphorically with each inch. Soon enough, I give him the entire thing. I lean my front against his back, my forehead resting on his shoulder as I enter him deeper.

He’s the only man I’ve ever been inside of, and it feels so fucking amazing. I drill him into the bed, sinking into his tight hole, cursing out profanities, our bodies slick with sweat.

“Oh—my fucking—” Micah calls out loudly, reaching behind him and digging his fingertips into my hip. “Oh hell, Damien, please —”

Breathing out harshly with each stroke, and my pelvis smacking against his ass, I enter him harder, my balls clapping against his thighs.

“Take him deeper, Micah,” Jensen praises from beside us while pounding into Quinn. “Good fucking boy.”

“Don’t tell him that,” I groan, tightening my grip on his waist and driving into him with more force.

He whimpers, his palm flat against the headboard.

“He’s doing so fucking good,” Quinn moans softly, rolling her hips and grinding against Jensen’s pelvis.

“He’s nothing but a greedy slut, begging for my dick like a bitch,” I degrade, leaking pre-cum inside him.

“Look at how bad he wants it,” Jensen taunts.

“Are you going to come for me, Micah?” I breathe beside his ear. “Are you going to come for me while my thick cock is buried deep in your ass?”

“Fuuuck—yes,” Micah cries, sliding back and forth on my length.

“Give it to me,” I demand, his warm walls spasming around me as I rock into him.

It doesn’t take long before his body tenses beneath mine. It happens fast. He smothers his face into the pillow and screams, coming intensely.

Quinn’s moans echo against the walls, her legs wrapped around Jensen as she approaches her climax. She reaches out for me, and I take her hand, interlocking my fingers with hers. Jensen’s fingers dig into her skin as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes.

All it takes is five more thrusts and I explode into one of the strongest orgasms I have ever had. Yeah, I’ve done anal before, but with Micah, it’s different.

It’s a new favorite of mine that I’ll continue to indulge in.

The four of us all find our release at the same time—me burying myself deep and spilling myself inside Micah, Quinn coming with a cry, and Jensen groaning as he collapses on top of her.

We’re all drained of both energy and cum. It’s been a long, torturous night, and the only thing getting me by is that I have them with me.

After several minutes pass and we finally catch our breath, I pull all three of them closer.

Quinn breaks the silence. “My condition, before I move in with you…” she begins, with serious eyes, and her chest rising and falling steadily with each breath. “I’m done with hiding, done with following your lead, and I am done being a victim.” Suddenly, there’s a spark in her eye, a spark that radiates strength, courage, and power. “I’m joining the Order.”

I want to put my foot down and tell her fuck no. That it’s dangerous. That joining the Order entails a dark fate that she cannot even imagine. That her initiation night alone could impact her in ways she never thought possible.

But there’s this look in her eye that speaks to me on a level so profound, I feel like I’m staring into a mirror. She needs this.

The three of us exchange stares.

Micah, Jensen, and I.

They look scared.

Deep down, we know this is something we could never deny her, no matter how badly we want to. Especially not now.

The na?ve little Quinn we once knew is no longer here.