The Sacrifice

–Z–

Chloe Daniels had no idea that they’d been stalking her for weeks since she’d come home after finishing her last semester of college, eager to relax before she began her new job in New York. She was completely unaware that she wouldn’t be returning to classes this fall.

She wouldn’t be leaving town after tonight.

Z stirred from his spot in the shadows, leaning in to take a closer look through Chloe’s bedroom window. They were several feet from her house, far enough away to go unnoticed in the treeline, but close enough to see everything they needed.

She’d left the curtains wide open, providing a clear shot of her room from the woods. She probably didn’t think anyone would be watching her here, that she was perfectly safe on the one hundred acres of land that her daddy owned. Even though her dad was gone for the night, she likely didn’t think anyone would disturb her here in the woods. But what Chloe viewed as safety, Z, K and V saw as their hunting grounds.

And they were all excited for the hunt to begin.

Chloe was lounging on her bed, wearing nothing but a silken midnight blue nightgown that stopped mid-thigh. It was one of her favorites, which he knew because he’d been watching her nightly since she’d come home, relishing in his voyeuristic tendencies for hours on end each night before she went to sleep. She had several nightgowns, but this was the only one he’d seen her wearing multiple times.

His gaze roamed over her curvy figure, enjoying how the sheer gown clung to her body in all the right places. Chloe was a goddess in human form, descending from the heavens to share her beauty with the world. It was too bad that demons had taken notice of her beauty, because now she was doomed to the darkness.

“How long do you think until she falls asleep?” V asked quietly, crouching beside the other two. He was the shortest of them, at around six feet tall. He was also the strongest, with muscles that even Z was envious of, though they were all well-built. It came with the territory after years of playing college rugby.

Chloe pushed up onto her elbows, giving them a perfect view of her cleavage as she watched TV, laughing at whatever was on the large screen across from her bed.

V adjusted his dick through his clothing, no doubt sporting an erection from hell at the thought of what tonight would bring. Z’s own cock was throbbing in his black fatigues, aching at the thought of sinking into her tight, virgin cunt before the night was over. His mouth watered, and he swallowed thickly as tension filled the space between the three of them.

Z had been infatuated with Chloe for years, and had never dreamed until recently that he would own her mind, body and soul. It was surreal that after tonight, everything he’d fantasized about would become a reality. In fact, the three of them had been preparing for this moment for months, waiting for Chloe to come home so that they could share her and sacrifice her together.

Sweet, innocent Chloe.

Good girls like her were always oblivious to the monsters lurking in the shadows, and the three of them? They were as dangerous as it got in the quiet, quaint town of Chester, Vermont.

No one would expect that danger lurked around the corner; that sacrifices to Lucifer were a routine occurrence.

Chloe had no idea that she’d been selected; that she was next to receive a gift of this magnitude. How would she react when she discovered the truth?

Anticipation clawed at his insides the longer he thought about it. Would she gasp in fear? Her beautiful brown eyes…would they widen in surprise when she finally understood what was happening?

“I doubt she’ll go to sleep for another few hours,” Z answered quietly.

K sighed, running a hand through his shoulder length blond hair. He was the tallest of the three of them, at roughly six-feet-three-inches. He was toned, with more of a swimmer’s body than V or Z.

“We have to have her to the altar by–”

“The witching hour,” V and Z parroted with a roll of their eyes. K had been bitching about the time since they got here, drilling it into their heads that they couldn’t be late for the sacrifice.

Like any of them would forget the time.

K was the unofficial leader of their trio because despite his laidback appearance, he was the more serious of the three. V was the jokester, Z was a bit of a psycho and K was stoic and responsible. Realistically, they never should have meshed, but it worked out well enough, especially now. K wouldn’t have the mental fortitude to see something this devious done on his own, but Z would do what was needed for all of them. No matter the cost.

“Don’t worry,” Z added, looking down at his watch. “It’s not even midnight, and we’ll make sure she’s there by three a.m. Everything is riding on this.”

“Do you think she’ll touch herself before she goes to sleep?” V licked his lips, rubbing his cock through his own set of fatigues.

“Is that really a question?” K asked, sighing again. “Can’t you wait a few hours? You’ll know her intimately before too long.”

They all would.

V snorted. “I’ll have to share her with you bastards, so it’s not like I’ll be enjoying her all to myself.”

K stood to his full height, stalking over to V and placing his hands on the shorter man’s shoulders. He leaned in, whispering, “Do you want me to suck your dick to take the edge off?” His hands slid down V’s shoulders, wrapping around his waist and finding the front of his slacks. He rubbed over V’s cock, kissing the side of his neck until V groaned.

Z looked away as his dick hardened, eyes locked on Chloe’s pretty face. Her skin was creamy, pale like the moonlight, and her hair was a raven black that he was dying to run his fingers through. He just knew it would be as soft as it looked.

It wasn’t until he heard K drop to his knees, leaves breaking under his weight that he turned his attention back to his friends.

V’s back was propped up against a tree, his fingers sifting through K’s blond hair, his tanned face flushed with arousal. K unzipped V’s fatigues, pulling them down until his erection popped free. It was hard and long, the tip swollen and red, looking as if one touch would cause him to cum everywhere.

“You really are eager for tonight,” K commented, swiping his thumb over the tip. Pearly white liquid coated his finger and he brought it to his mouth, sucking hard.

“I’m eager for something else now,” V joked, fisting his erection and bringing it toward K’s mouth. “Open up, motherfucker.”

K grabbed the head of his cock, squeezing hard until V hissed. “Don’t be a dickhead, or I’m not going to suck yours,” he warned.

“Noted,” V gasped, eyes rolling back as K’s mouth opened wide, swallowing him whole. “Oh, fuck. Fucking hell, K.” His fingers tightened in K’s hair as he began thrusting slowly, groaning in appreciation with every pump into the taller man’s mouth. “I can’t believe I forgot how good you are at this.” He opened his eyes, finding Z and smiling mischievously. “Come on, man. I want to watch you jerk off while I get my dick sucked.”

It was something they’d done before, and often. When they were teenagers, it had all begun on a dare. And when K and V discovered they enjoyed it, a lot, they’d tempted Z into partaking in something sinful.

Now that they were in their mid twenties, they’d widened their sexual appetites, not relying on each other to get them off when there was a world filled with women to conquer. All of that would come to an end after tonight.

Z shook his head. “I’m saving every drop for Chloe. Like you should.”

V groaned at the mention of her name. “God, Chloe’s going to be so tight and wet.” His grip tightened in K’s hair and he thrust harder, pumping furiously into his best friend’s mouth. K took it like a champ, grabbing V’s ass and holding on tight as he sucked. “But I can’t wait. If I don’t come now, I’ll embarrass myself when I get a chance with her. I don’t want her first time to be twenty seconds long.”

Z narrowed his eyes. “You’re not taking Chloe’s virginity. I am.” He’d wanted her the longest of the three of them. He’d been the one to abstain from sex for the last few months since he found out she was theirs. He wasn’t going to squander tonight by masturbating to take the edge off. All of his pleasure tonight would be with her. For her.

K made a choked noise, angling his head. He began bobbing on V’s cock vigorously, meeting each thrust enthusiastically. V cried out, holding K’s head in place as he came with a bellow that was far too loud for the quiet of the night.

“Swallow my cum,” he demanded through clenched teeth, jerking his hips against K’s face. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, Knox, fuck–”

“No names,” Z hissed, standing to his feet.

V cleared his throat, smiling apologetically as K released him with a pop. “Right, I’m sorry. I got carried away.” He ran his hands through K’s hair again, helping him to his feet. He wiped the drop of cum that trickled from the side of K’s mouth. “Thanks, man. I really needed that.”

K nodded, smirking. “Just didn’t want you blowing your load all over Chloe’s nightgown.”

V chuckled, shoving him backward. “What’s our girl doing now?”

Z peered back at the window, frowning at the dark interior. “I guess she’s gone to sleep already.” That was odd. For weeks she’d been staying up as late as possible. Even when she went to sleep, she kept a few lights on in her room, but now it was pitch-black. He looked down at his watch, and then back up to the house.

What if she’d heard those two bastards having sex? Everything they’d planned could come crashing down around them.

Without a word to his friends, he stepped into the clearing, making his way silently over to her bedroom window. He stepped into the flowerbed below the windowsill, placing his face against the window and peering inside.

Immediately, he saw her sheet of silky black hair, strewn over her pillow, the shapely figure tucked under her comforter while she slept. He relaxed, watching her for a few more minutes before eventually backing away.

He’d let her sleep for a little while before they came for her.

Chloe was going to need it.