THE SACRIFICE: Secret Society Romance (4Horsemen Series Book 3) Read online

  KHAOS

  Birdy was making it pretty fucking difficult for me to follow my rules for one last night.

  Her ass was taunting me, soaking wet in a skintight suit, propped up on the edge of the pool served up for me to worship like it was Sunday and I was a holy man.

  I was anything but holy.

  I wanted to fuck this girl six ways to Sunday and make her moan my name like a mantra, but I was supposed to be a boyfriend to the remainder of my girlfriends tonight.

  Grasping her hips, I helped her up even though she didn’t need any help. She was a fierce kind of independent that I wasn’t, and it made me want to be helpful in ways I didn’t know how to be.

  “Do you want my shirt?” Snatching it up, I held it between us when she shimmied out of her jacket and kicked off her shoes in front of me like some erotic kind of strip tease.

  Wringing it around her neck she tugged on the strap of her one piece, making sure not to flash anyone, when I looked around. Letting my head drop I said, “Do you wanna do that in my room?”

  That same jealousy tumbled against my spine that made me realize I didn’t want anyone else looking.

  She didn’t respond even with an expression when she pulled down the suit and expertly yanked my shirt down until it fell mid-thigh. She was comfortable wearing my own skin and it was affecting me in every way visible when Grimm coughed loud enough to get my attention.

  Looking down at myself, I realized he was trying to save me from a kind of embarrassment that was for the weak. I wasn’t ashamed of anything, not even Anarchy.

  “Well, as much fun as it is watching you be skin-to-skin with my shirt I’m gonna go this way and die now…” Picking up her pile of wet clothes, I beelined it for the bar where I could adjust in private and make my one of many announcements. Climbing the bar, I grabbed a solo cup and shouted above the music, “Truth or dare in the pool house!”

  I needed the distraction, the distance, the cool down for Anarchy raging below my zipper.

  Kennedy was smirking as I jumped down and leaned into her, “Do not do what I know you’re thinking about doing. Just let this go. This is their last night not mine.”

  I was pleading with whatever shred of her still loved me enough to spare me.

  Smiling like a cat who ate a canary, she grabbed Grimm by the shirt dragging him to the pool house when I heard her whisper, “Are you team Khaos or not...” in his direction.

  Great, she was recruiting now. I was being drafted into a war I didn’t want to fight with people claiming to be wanting to win for my sake.

  Birdy was still planted where I left her as I walked over draping my arm around her shoulders pulling her close.

  Fuck me, five minutes apart was too long.

  “Come on, truth or dare time,” I escorted her to the pool house that trailed into the trees to the right of the pool. It was a jungle in my backyard, and she hadn’t even seen past the trampoline, pool, water slide, and bar to notice my prized possession.

  The adult tree house.

  Only a few of us opted to play truth or dare in the pool house as I crossed the threshold seeing Ears, Kens, Grimm, whatever girlfriends I had left, and the guy flirting with Birdy earlier- AKA Class A douchebag dressed as a fucking polo player with a mallet included to a house party.

  The couch in the pool house was a circle which sunk down into the room making it perfect for all games: truth or dare, spin the bottle, Jenga… I made sure to sit across from Kennedy giving her a mean mug like I was ready for the war she wanted.

  It’s kind of my specialty.

  “Kennedy, truth or dare?” She sat down setting the bottle of vodka between us with that same smirk on her face.

  Kicking her feet up, she took a swig like she needed liquid courage before we battled. “We aren’t truth people, are we, Khaos? Dare, always.”

  My elbows digging into my knees, I leaned forward while Birdy sat down between me and Ears with a solo cup, “Objectify the guy next to you.”

  Grimm looked at me like I wasn’t funny but if he grew a sense of humor, he would be pissing himself. I’m funny as fuck. I watched him get up from the couch already tagging himself out while he found the bar against the wall. For someone who doesn’t drink often he sure did know how to find the bar in every room without a glance. Bars of Xanax and alcohol weren’t friends - it would induce a kind of drunk that wasn’t fun, it was a rollercoaster of a headache.

  She rolled her eyes before diving in, “You have nice eyes I guess, you know dark, like your soul. All the tattoos are almost masking how much people probably hate you. The muscles, personally too much, but it’s cute that you found a way to not let those demons keep you up for no reason. Cute, seriously.”

  Grimm almost spit out his drink when Kens managed to make compliments sound so underhanded it actually hurt my ego and it wasn’t even about me.

  Everything kind of was though.

  Once Grimm was comfortable enough to sit back down, Kennedy took the floor looking right at me, “Dare I assume… cool, great, I dare you… to kiss Birdy. You know you’ve been wanting to.”

  I was pretty sure I had taken enough already tonight to send me over the edge. I felt my entire body trying to simply stop existing when I turned to Birdy who was pulling a Starburst wrapper from her lips completely unwrapped and smoothed down.

  The entire room was watching that wrapper like we all wanted to line up to experience whatever she does with her tongue.

  She must have not heard Kens when she shrugged, “Sorry, is it my turn?” Facing her, I smiled knowing she wouldn’t agree, and I would be off the hook. She wasn’t into PDA; I could tell that much by how much she hated attention.

  Whispering between us, I repeated the dare and she shifted to face me, looking ready to accept it. The air suddenly got heavy, my body felt like I was floating above all this, and my heart was so swollen in my chest I thought it might implode right below my ribs.

  “Get out of jail free card, evaporates in 5...4...3...”

  She slowly looked around the room to see every pair of eyes on us and I watched a flush take over her tawny skin tone. I wanted to not agree just to save her the discomfort, but I wasn’t about to reject any part of her, especially not when I’ve waited this long to kiss her.

  My hand brushed her cheek looking at her in the way I always did, like nothing was wrong and she was perfect, even with my glitter rubbing off on her. Her lips fell open in a silent gasp when I leaned forward not torturing myself any more than I already was.

  Birdy tasted like cherry Starburst, the last thing she had in her mouth. Now I was going to be the last thing she tasted. I was prepared to keep everything away from her lips if it meant keeping that title.

  Pressing my lips to hers, I slowly opened my mouth as she followed suit. My tongue slipped inside her mouth when she gasped into me like we were both on Molly already.

  She was my high.

  I haven’t kissed someone this carefully since I was a teenager still trying to figure out what to do with my hands when I felt her fingertips on my jeans way too close to Anarchy. I wanted to swallow the lump in my throat but that would stop our tongues from tasting each other.

  Finally pulling away slowly and just as carefully, I let our lips linger as my chest heaved trying to catch a break. I mumbled between us, letting my words fall to her lips, “Fuck.”

  I didn’t expect Birdy to push her lips to mine again, her hands searching my skin trying to get closer even though our knees were banging together with every touch. Her mouth opened on top of mine and I couldn’t help but give into her. She wanted more of me and I was just as ravenous for the high of her. My hands fell from her face, slowly trailing down my shirt she was wearing until I found her legs the same way she found mine. Anarchy was alive, well, and throbbing in a way that was only going to leave blue balls behind.

  Pushing my shirt up on her thighs I didn’t pull away when I realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My fingertips teased
her inner thigh while our mouths only begged for more when she finally pulled away only enough to whisper, “Not here…”

  Not here meant anywhere else.

  Ears grabbed the vodka pouring an ample amount into his cup when he sarcastically said, “Well, guess we don’t get a turn. It’s cool. I didn’t wanna make out with the king of the mountain anyways.”

  Kennedy laced her arm around Birdy's, pulling her up, practically skipping back into the house after making eye contact with the girls I should be focused on. I knew that devious look meant we were disappearing into the house for one last orgy.

  Who knows who won the war but I felt like Vic. Nothing but gold baby.

  Stopping at Grimm with my arms crossed, I muttered, “I’m so fucked. Now I get it.”

  Ears poured shots over three shot glasses and pushed them towards each of us, “Nope. You still don’t get it but I’ll let it slide.”

  Slapping my hand on Grimm’s shoulder, “You’re my insurance policy, come on, buddy.”

  “First word: married. Second word: Abigail.”

  “So, if you weren’t married, you’d have an orgy with me? Good to know… I don’t want you to do anything. I just need you there so I behave.”

  He popped a brow into his forehead, looking at me like I lost my damn mind. “No one is touching me, Khaos. I mean it.” He pulled up his shirt enough to show off the Glock at his hip tucked into his sweats.

  Maybe I did lose my mind. Can I blame Birdy?

  Making sure Grimm was following me, I jogged up the stairs going an extra flight up trying to make it to my room where I hid all the drugs. I needed something as a buffer, anything really, being near Birdy was like exposing every nerve ending and walking through a hallway of feelings.

  Everything hurt.

  KHAOS

  Leaving everyone in the hallway, I kept going up the stairs to my room at the top floor when I flew into my room rummaging through some drawers to find the Ziplocs hiding under my underwear.

  I’m not a drug dealer or trap house so sue me. Under my underwear is accessible and hidden, two birds, one stone.

  Finding the small red Ziploc, I found the goods: Molly, Xanax, Percocet, Acid, and LSD. I wasn’t a picky man, anything that would put a buffer between Birdy and I.

  Popping a Molly into my mouth, I felt a presence behind me when I shoved all the pills back under my Calvins and peeked to see Birdy standing in my doorway.

  “Hiding?” She was biting a smile as she made her way to me, pushing her body against mine in a way that made me groan out loud.

  She was dancing to music I couldn’t hear. Maybe it was the sound of my overactive heartbeat.

  Twisting around in my hands, I felt her palms on my chest, “Kennedy said you’re holding the party favors hostage. I wanna do Molly again...”

  It was hard to scrub those memories from my mind. I could feel the tension lick my body, her eyes picturing me naked, and all the things we didn’t do linger between us from that night.

  I want to forget everything existed that could come between us.

  I wanted to make mistakes we wouldn’t have to pay for tonight.

  “What’s breaking another rule?” She twisted around, letting her ass grind into my crotch as she pivoted on her heel trying to convince me to give into the same temptation, I felt circling us again.

  Grabbing her hips with my hands, I turned us around tossing her back onto my bed while I fished out another Molly pill. Putting the pill on my tongue, my knee collided with my sheets as I held myself over her.

  Maintaining some distance between us, I leaned into my palms and stuck out my tongue showing her the pill, tempting her right back.

  Pushing up onto her elbows, her lips landed against mine softly before her tongue snuck into my mouth stealing the same kind of buffer.

  Anarchy woke up from his slumber again when I felt myself ache in a way that was hard to ignore. The clutching at my chest screamed for me to touch her, fuck her, lick her - anything that had our bodies creating friction.

  Her fingers traced down my bare chest down to the top of my jeans when she pulled away, falling back onto the bed. My husky voice let my inner thoughts out, “You’re dangerous.”

  “And you’re chaos.”

  Pushing me down, she crawled on top of me, straddling my legs that were hanging off the edge and I could feel her bare pussy that was warm against my crotch. Licking my lips, I let my hands smooth up her legs when she looked up to my ceiling, now decorated with a sparrow on a skateboard.

  “Nice artwork.”

  Climbing off of my legs and smiling back at me, I watched her exit the room almost like she was never here to begin with when the tightness in my chest had my hand rubbing myself.

  Unbuttoning my pants, I convinced myself to get up when I saw Grimm’s hand around Birdy’s arm right where the flight of stairs bleeds into another one.

  Listening, I heard his gritty voice, “You sure you wanna walk into this room? Whatever you two have going on is going to blow up all over the rest of us. He’s had his heart broken before.”

  I don’t know what Grimm said exactly that triggered my anxiety to laser focus on her but suddenly she was all I could think about. My chest felt tighter as I tried to keep quiet while I waited for her to respond.

  “First of all, let go of my arm. Second, it’s sexual tension with a guy I can’t have, not a marriage proposal.”

  Ouch.

  I don’t know what I wanted to hear but Anchary and my animal weren’t loving those words.

  Jogging down the stairs, I saw Grimm still leaning against the wall in the hallway outside the door to the room with neon lights and butterflies hanging from the ceiling creating a sexy fairy tale kind of essence.

  Stepping in front of me, he asked in his flat tone, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

  My anxiety cut off my tongue and I was pretty sure I had swallowed it when I pushed past him unable to answer.

  Grimm was either about to witness my demise or my resurrection.

  Guess it all depends who talks to Birdy.

  Inside the room my eyes found Kennedy when she put on some music to cover up the awkwardness I just dragged in. Closing the door behind himself, Grimm found more alcohol and a chair in the opposite corner of the room.

  Nothing affected him.

  How glorious it must be to be untouched by all the life around you simply because you are death.

  Kennedy kissed Birdy while I got comfortable in a chair I never used in this room so much as I watched the girls tangle. It was a sight to see watching so many hands and legs knotted together. It was like solving one of those mazes on the back of cereal boxes.

  Bella was on her hands and knees when she curled her finger begging me closer. The Molly was fighting against my anxiety trying to see what fallout would win.

  I walked over to the bed, standing at the edge when Bella’s hand pressed against my crotch making sure to apply pressure as she rubbed me through my briefs where my pants were open. Looking down at her hungry lips I let her pull down the band while her mouth followed my tip springing out in front of her.

  Catching my tip with her lips, no hands, I watched my length disappear inch by inch between her lips. A small groan choked in my throat never making it to the surface when my head fell backwards.

  Bella gave the best blow jobs and she wasn’t timid enough to tease me.

  Birdy’s eyes caught mine on the way back down to watching Bella’s mouth work over me when the pleasure seemed to pause. Kennedy was kissing her neck and pulling her shirt up, exposing every curve I couldn’t shake from the mental images I had stored in my mind.

  Fuck my life.

  Our eyes were locked and I couldn’t bring myself to break the connection when Birdy crawled her way over to where Bella was in front of me.

  “Kiss me, I want to taste him.”

  Bella’s lips were sucking so hard they left my tip with a popping sound before she leaned into Birdy. I watched
their tongues wrestle for the taste of me from each other.

  Bella went back to tangle with the other girls leaving Birdy kneeling with her legs so far apart I could see every inch of her displayed.

  Tensing, I looked down at her with our eyes still locked. “Sins… you taste like sins I don’t want to be forgiven for.” Her slightly monotone voice seemed dipped in arousal that wasn’t helping me control myself.

  My hand lazily tugged against my length when the room already smelled like sex. I was jerking off to Birdy sitting there like a full-blown teenager being given permission to look but not touch because she’s a good girl.

  Nothing about this girl was a good girl.

  Her fingers dipped between her own legs and I watched her face bloom into a silent moan as I watched. “Do you wanna taste me?”

  That anxiety reared its ugly head when I felt the end of a sharp knife slip through me. Tucking myself back into my underwear, I felt my arousal erase under the pain as I practically fell backwards before I caught myself.

  “I - I have to… go… hostess with the most here.” My words sounded like someone else’s, someone who runs away and picks truth instead of dare. My forehead against the door, my closed fist collided with it making my knuckles feel only a fraction of my chest’s pain.

  Escaping the room, I fled the house realizing there was still a party, dying down, but still going when I couldn’t catch my breath.

  It ran away with my sanity.

  Pushing through people I went past the boundaries of the party finding the hidden stone path to the adult tree house. The same place I found myself last time my animal took me hostage and demanded some unheard-of ransom.

  Honesty.

  Accountability.

  Altering my entire life.

  Unlike my tree houses prior to this masterpiece- I had stairs- normal stairs instead of a ladder or sketchy way of getting inside. There were pillows, blankets, a mini fridge, even an Xbox and TV - it was the equivalent of a college dorm that I never got to experience.

  Sliding down the wall, I sunk until my ass hit a pillow as my hand clutched my chest begging it to stop if I change tomorrow.