Caged (Dark Empire #2)

Six.

Magnus

I swear Ethan had lost his mind, but I wasn't going to complain. I couldn't believe he hadn't taken her yet. Injured or not, bringing her here to share instead of keeping her for himself... it was a move I couldn't wrap my head around. Ethan had never spent the night here before, making this wildly out of character. The air was thick with tension, and I knew something explosive was about to go down. It’s a storm I wanted to ride though.

“Hey, Red, have a drink.” I passed her a glass and sat beside her.

“Thanks,” she said.

Ethan took a seat opposite, folding his leg over the other and making himself comfortable.

“Where have you been?” Ashlee whispered after a few sips.

I released a long breath. “I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy for us?” She mumbled. “To busy for me?”

Fuck, that hurt. Nothing was more important than my Red. “You didn’t want to see me, Princess. I've been having a few... anger issues since you got hurt. I helped Stefan interrogate the hostage.”

She glanced at me with sad eyes. “There’s no need to be angry, Mags, and there's no need to hide yourself from me.”

“Red, there is. You don’t understand...”

She had no idea about the demons that haunted me, the relentless PTSD that consumed me with unbridled fury and paralysing dread. Seeing the pain she was in was like being thrust back into the inferno of that fateful day on tour, a hellish scene I replayed nightly. The agony of surviving when so many of my brothers-in-arms perished gnawed at my soul. But nothing could compare to the guilt that tore through me when Ashlee took that bullet last week. Out of everyone, why was it her? Why did we remain unharmed while she bled? The weight of it crushed me, a brutal reminder of the violence that ruled our world.

“Mags, I love you how you are.”

I tipped my head back with a groan. How could she? Those words were everything. “I’m sorry, Ash. I just didn’t want you to see me like that. You don't understand.”

“I forgive you.” She downed the liquid in her glass and placed it on the coffee table.

Ethan smirked opposite. “Ashlee, stand up and undress for us.”

“Huh?”

“Now, sweetheart. Let’s show Mags your gorgeous body.”

I sat back with a grin as Ashlee got to her feet, glancing between us shyly. Then she timidly slipped her fingers beneath the hem of her top, slowly slipping it over her head.

I wasn't sure why she was suddenly so nervous. It wasn't like this was her first time stripping in front of us. She glanced at Ethan before pulling her panties down, exposing her beautiful ass to me.

“Good, now sit on Mag's lap.”

I grinned. “Come here, Princess.”

My hand wrapped around her waist as she eased herself down onto my lap. “Mmm, good girl,” I murmured against her neck before kissing it softly.

I forced myself to stop, remembering Ethan's rule for tonight. He directs how this goes.

“Mags, spread her legs and show me her pussy.”

I pulled her thighs apart, exposing her for Ethan.

“Good. Now make her nice and wet. I want to watch your fingers sinking into that tight hole.”

I knew that he loved to watch, but I was intrigued at what his angle was here. He obviously had some sort of plan.

I moved her slightly so that I could hook my feet around her legs, pulling her open for so that Ethan could see. I slid a finger through her slit finding her already wet for us.

I met Ethan's eyes as I pushed a finger in, his gaze transfixed with what I was doing. I added another finger, slowly pushing them both knuckle deep.

“Tell me how she feels,” Ethan said.

“Wet and tight,” I replied. “Perfect. She feels perfect.”

I curled my fingers to hit that sweet spot making her head tip back against my shoulder with a moan. She squirmed, grinding against my hard-on making me growl beneath my breath. I held her tighter, stopping her before I came in my pants.

“Make her come.”

I grinned. It would be my pleasure.

I kissed her neck softly while I kept pumping my fingers, settling my thumb to rub circles on her clit.

“Look at your husband,” I growled in her ear.

“Mags,” she cried out my name as I fucked her faster with my fingers.

My dick was aching with need and I was fighting the urge to flip her over and fuck her, but I'd respect Ethan's wishes for tonight.

“Are you going to come for me, Red? Let me feel you,” I purred in her ear. “Come around my fingers.”

She moaned again as I edged her closer to her release. I felt her pussy beginning to tighten, and then her release hit her. She cried out as she rode the wave, her hips rocking against my hand to draw every wave which I forced her to endure, and it was fucking beautiful.

I pulled my fingers out, holding them in front of her face so that she could see her slickness coating them. "Open,” I said, bringing them closer to her lips.

She obeyed and I pushed my fingers into her mouth, groaning as she sucked her own juices.

“Good girl,” Ethan murmured. “Now let’s go upstairs.”

I scooped Ashlee into my arms as I stood, carrying her upstairs to my bedroom with Ethan following. I kissed her roughly as I laid her on the bed, my tongue claiming her with hunger. When I stepped back, she was left breathless.

“Take a seat. I want you to experience and see what I do,” Ethan said.

Every part of me wanted to ignore him and just sink my cock into her, but I forced myself to take a seat instead. I'd seen him playing with her before, but not like this. I couldn’t remember ever seeing him actually fuck her in front of me before, but I understood this. He wanted to be the first to fuck his wife.

He leaned over and kissed her, groaning as her mouth opened for him. “Has he warmed you up for me, sweetheart?”

“Check for yourself,” she purred.

He groaned again as he slipped his hand between her legs, seeking out her wetness. “Dripping, baby. Can you come for me again?”

He pushed two fingers into her, pumping her hard and fast.

My hand clenched into a fist, desire pulsing through me like wildfire. How could he relish watching when it felt like sheer torment to me? Her moans, a symphony of pleasure, filled the room as he eased another finger into her, and though the sight was exquisite, it tore at my insides. But deep down, I understood his twisted satisfaction. His past, a labyrinth of shadows and scars, explained it all. Ashlee was the first person he'd ever allowed past his defences, the only one to touch the soul beneath his hardened exterior.

“Come for me,” he demanded.

It didn’t take long for her to shatter, her cry echoing off the four walls.

“Good girl,” he said, standing to unbutton his shirt.

He threw it onto the floor and then stripped out of his trousers. When he was fully naked, he leaned over to kiss her again.

Hell, had I even seen him fully naked before? I couldn't recall it.

My knuckles were white as he lined himself up, sinking his dick into her slowly, their combined groans filling the room.

It wasn't the fact that he was fucking her that had me so wound up. I didn’t mind that at all. She was his wife after all and I was actually glad that he had her. He needed her and she was protected with him.

No, it was the fact that I was desperate to feel what he currently was. I'd never been this hard before and it fucking hurt. I didn't know whether it was watching them or whether it was because it had been so long, but I was struggling to stay seated.

“Fuck, Ash, you feel so good,” he groaned. “My wife.”

I pulled my top off, my body feeling as though it was overheating. He was thrusting into her harder than I thought he would, although nothing like I did. I knew I was brutally rough, but she loved it.

He suddenly pulled out. “Reverse ride me, baby. Let Mags see you.”

I snorted a chuckle. Reverse cowgirl. Trust Ethan to not know the name of the position.

Ethan laid down, helping her into position and holding her hips as she slowly sunk down onto his cock.

Fuck, this was going to be even more torture.

I noticed him stiffen for a moment, and Ashlee glanced over her shoulder in concern. “It's fine,” he mumbled. He took a few deep breaths before pulling her down onto his cock fully.

“Now look at Mags,” he said.

She met my gaze as she started bouncing on his dick, moaning in pleasure as his cock filled her to the hilt.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, those full tits bouncing in the sexiest way. “Christ, Red, you look so fucking hot.”

“Doesn't she,” Ethan groaned.

It wasn't until I felt my balls tightening that I realised my other hand was subconsciously rubbing my dick over my jeans. I stopped before I blew my load like a fucking teenager.

“Going to come, baby,” Ethan groaned.

She tilted her head back and rode him harder, pushing him to his release.

“Fuck,” he shouted, holding her hips down as his orgasm struck. “I fucking love you, Ashlee,” he panted.

“I love you too,” she breathlessly replied.

“Mags is going to fuck you now, aren't you?”

“Hell yeah.” I grinned as I stood fast.

“Make sure you come for him, sweetheart.”

He'd lifted her off and placed her beside him by the time I'd stripped myself of my jeans and boxers. I stroked my cock as I approached, more than ready to have her.

Our lips collided as I threw myself over her body, the kiss messy and desperate. There was no resistance as my cock found her opening, pushing in with ease. I wasn't bothered by Ethan's leaking cum at all. I loved him like a brother and I was more than happy to share Ashlee like this. The wetter the better after all.

I kissed her neck as I slammed my hips into her, sucking on her skin hard enough to mark her. It wasn't enough though. My teeth sunk into her flesh with enough force to leave an indent. The fact that she moaned in pleasure at the pain was too much.

“Fuck, Ash, you're everything,” I hissed.

“So are you two,” she said back breathlessly.

I growled before claiming her mouth. I claimed her as mine just as she had claimed my soul.

“Come, Red. Let me feel that pussy,” I groaned.

“I’m close.”

I sat upright and rubbed her clit, pushing her towards her release. It didn’t take much to make her scream, her pussy practically suffocating my dick as she came hard.

I roared my release as euphoria swept through my body, emptying my balls into her sweet pussy.

“Jesus fuck,” I panted.

I kissed her softly before rolling to the side with exhaustion.

Ethan and I stared at her between us, both seemingly well-pleasured.

“Did you enjoy watching as much as I do?” Ethan asked after a few minutes.

“It’s torture.” I chuckled. “I’ve never been so fucking hard and desperate.”

“Because you watched,” he said with a smirk.

“I have no idea how you can have the self control to not do anything sometimes.”

“It’s easy when nobody except my wife can touch me without triggering me.”

I guess he had a point.

Ashlee sat up and leaned over his chest. I only now noticed some of the scars, my eyebrows drawing together as I imagined what he'd gone through.

“I love you, Ethan Prezello. You're strong because of what you went through.” She kissed one of the indents in his skin which made him stiffen.

“How am I?”

“Because you survived.”

She kissed another mark, but this time he grabbed her chin and pulled her into his lips. He didn’t say anything, his passionate kiss enough to convey what he thought.

She laid back and closed her eyes as her body fell to exhaustion. Hell, three big orgasms was bound to do that.

I grabbed the duvet from the bottom of the bed and pulled it up over us all. Then I turned and slung my arm over Ashlee’s waist, smiling as Ethan did the same.

The dangerous bond between us three was going to work, against all odds. Ethan and I were both scarred, our souls marred by the underworld's shadows, but Ashlee didn’t flinch. She saw a flicker of light within us, a goodness we thought long extinguished. She believed in the parts of us that were hidden, even from ourselves. Maybe it was time to unveil my own torment. If Ethan could face his demons, then so could I. Our fierce and fearless Red deserved nothing less.