Filed to story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
I reach between us, pulling his boxers down over his hips, and wrap my fist around his hard dick. He moans into my neck and dips his fingers inside my pussy.
“Yeah, you’re nice and wet, aren’t you, baby?” He pulls his fingers out and brings them to my lips. “Suck,” he says.
I part my lips, making eye contact with him as I suck my wetness from his fingers. After he pulls them from my mouth, he adjusts himself between my legs and buries his dick inside me, rolling his hips in quick, powerful thrusts.
“Ahh! Yes ” I don’t mean to cry out like that, but I can’t help it. I guess I’m too distracted by Declan and how fucking perfect his thick cock feels at this angle because I don’t even notice he’s awake. Declan groans as he slams his hips into me, holding that leg out further to the side and watching my tits bounce with his thrusts.
“Oh, god ”
“That feel good, baby?”
“Y-yes ”
My head drops back. I’m so close to coming already that I don’t realize that’s lube running down my ass until the wet head of his dick slots against my hole, and he pushes his way inside me.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out. “Luca!”
I reach behind me and grab a fist full of his hair, gritting my teeth while they both move inside me.
“Your little ass looked too sweet to resist, baby,” Luca says. “And you said you liked surprise sex, remember?”
“Yes,” I moan. “I like it.”
He has the biggest cock. Sometimes, it hurts, and that feels good, toodifferent sides of the same coin.
As if he can hear me, he reaches around the front of my body and pinches my nipples hard.
“Ah, fuck!”
“You like that, too, baby?”
“Yes don’t stop. Go faster h-harder ”
Declan smiles and wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing as he sets the pace, fucking into me faster, both hitting me deeper. It feels fucking perfect. I’m about to come, and I’d tell them as much if I could suck in air. Instead, I plead with Declan with my eyes not to stop exactly what he’s doing, and I think he hears me. As he tightens the hand around my throat, I tighten my grip on Luca’s hair.
“Isn’t she a good girl?” Luca says. “She’s about to come on both of us. I’d say you need something for that mouth, but you can’t breathe anyway, can you, baby?”
Luca groans, tightening his grip on my hip. He’s about to come, too.
“Breathing is overrated, isn’t it, Teagan?” Declan says.
I nod just as the orgasm rolls through me, my body shaking between them. I’m still coming when Declan releases his grip on me, and a strangled sound somewhere between a gasp for air and a moan leaves my body.
Declan thrusts deep inside me and groans. “Fuck your pussy squeezed the cum right out of me, kitten. Ah, fuck, baby ”
He fills me while I’m still shaking and gasping for air.
When he pulls out, Luca rolls me onto my stomach, moving on top of me. He pulls my hair back as he thrusts into me, taking his time until he can’t take it anymore.
“Luca ” I whimper.
“Oh, fuck,” Luca rasps beside my ear. “Oh shit, that’s good. Fuck.”
I fist the comforter and kick my legs up when he buries himself deep inside me and comes.
“There you go, Teagan,” he says, kissing my neck. “Now you’re all full of cum, baby. I’ll paint the back of your throat later, too.”
He rolls off to the side of me, and Declan leans in, tilting my chin up before kissing my lips. “I missed you, kitten,” he says.
“I missed you, too,” I tell him, still breathless.
“I’m going to go shower in my room, okay? I’ll be right down.”
“Okay.”
I turn to Luca once he leaves the room. “Do you want me to help you shower?” I ask.
“I don’t need help showering anymore,” he says.
“But do you want me to help you anyway? Because you love me?”
He smiles. “Well, I do love you so yeah, I guess so.”
Luca kisses me before following me into the shower, and we wash each other’s hair like we always do. He uses the grab bars even though he says he doesn’t need them. We both know he doesand he knows I don’t think any less of him for it. I’m always careful not to drip water on the floor, too.
We spent almost three months in Belarusthat’s how long it took to get Luca clean and healthy enough to move. Since then, we’ve been here in the Maldives. It’s quietno one bothers usand now even I get up with the sun.
My family is smaller than it was when I met them; our lives are a lot different, too. I still think about them. Sometimes, I like to imagine that I was wrong about there being nothing and that Brady and Rhett are out there somewherein another life or on another plane. They have a picket fence and two kidsone of eachand in their world, none of this ever happened. It wasn’t even a phase. It’s just a story they tell them about how Daddy wanted to be a rockstar, but he got this instead, and it was so much better.
And when I missed River and Hazel, I’d picture them selling honey and essential oils at the side of the road in a small town in the Canadian Rockies. In my mind, they had a Christmas tree farm, and they still ran barefoot in the woods and called it witchcraft.
But I don’t have to do that anymore. Because right now, they’re in the kitchen making breakfast. I know I’m not hallucinatingI don’t need to do that anymore, either. I can see them, touch them, smell them
Still, I squeeze my eyes shut just in case.
“That’s too much egg, Riv. It’s going to taste like an omelet,” Hazel says.
“Well, you do it then.”
Once we got Luca clean and moved into our beachfront home, Declan searched for them. And after he found them, he was in Canada for a month before he finally convinced them to come home and let him take care of them like he promised.
He left us with two bodyguards and a doctor, just in case. I was a little worried, but I didn’t need to be. Luca and I were finemore than fine, actually. I think we needed that time together more than either of us knew, and we were both happier and closer than ever before for it. I let him tie me up a lot. We only fought when we were fucking, and we bought each other rings. Mine’s a ruby, and his is a black band. We can’t really get married since we’re both supposed to be dead, but we pretend we are anyway, and he calls me wifey.
I didn’t tell Declan we got high and jumped off the roof into the pool.
And then, he came home, and I had a family again.
“Hi,” I say, sitting at the bar across from them. “What are you making?”
“French toast,” Hazel says. “With peanut butter.”
“And Bloody Marys,” River adds.
“How was Russia?” I ask Hazel.
“It was nice,” Hazel says. “Declan and I didn’t get back until like two hours ago. We didn’t want to miss your show.”
I’ve been a few times myself. Declan and Luca are still recording and releasing songs that won’t be played on any big streaming services, but you can find them on the web. Some people still claim they’re a hoax or produced by AI, but most of the world seems to have accepted that Declan is out of reach, living somewhere in Russiaalonemaking banned music.
And Declan is happy enough with his family and immortality to make up for what he misses from the crowds and touring.
As for the rest of us living in this house we’ve all been declared dead.
And everything is peaceful with The Order again. They haven’t tried to come after us under the condition that Declan stays out of North and South America indefinitely. I even went to a ritual with him in Moscow; his father was there, too. He wouldn’t speak to me directly. It’s the only time I’ve ever met him, and standing in front of him made me want to crawl out of my skin.