Heartless Legacy (Heartless Heirs of Canyon Falls #4)

130. Thea

Chapter 130

Thea

I fold the last box and stack it by the door leading to the garage before heading into the living room. There are pizza boxes and beer scattered around from dinner. Austin and Connor left a little while ago, and Pax, Finn and Holden are running a last-minute errand that they were pretty vague about.

We’ve had a lot of downtime. No one’s advanced on the leaderboard, and all challenges are on hold until the committees are realigned. A century of lies and betrayal takes a lot of work to undo.

I drop onto the couch with a groan. “My feet have never hurt so much.” Wolfe chuckles, pulling my feet into his lap. He removes my shoes and starts massaging my poor feet. “Yes, don’t stop. Just like that.” I moan.

My eyes snap open when his fingers stall. “Why are you stopping when I literally said, don’t stop ?”

“It’s the way you said it.”

“As if I didn’t mean it?”

“You said it the way you tell me not to stop, feeding my dick into your pussy.” He eyes my shirt and says, “Take off your clothes.”

“So I triggered a core memory, did I?”

“Several all at a once.” He says, pulling off his shirt, quickly followed by him shoving his sweatpants down.

I lick my lips, taking in all those cut muscles on his chest and abs. “Which one sticks out the most?”

“I’ll tell you while you’re riding me.” I hurry to remove my clothes like he asked, and climb onto his lap. “Go ahead, rub that pussy on me. Get yourself ready.”

I’m still on limited activities because of my gnarly stab wound, but I’m willing to risk opening my stitches for toe curling orgasms. I settle myself so his dick presses between my lower lips and slowly slide back and forth along its length while he teases my nipple with the tip of his tongue. His eyes are on mine, watching my reaction, always mindful that at any moment I might regress and have a panic attack.

When it happens, they all stop whatever they’re doing, completely removing their hands from my body until I’m in control again. Sometimes it happens when one of them is inside me. Last week, I bit down on Holden’s dick and he had to speed up his plan to get me to pass out so I’d release it. He wasn’t mad, because he still loves fucking me when I’m unconscious. He just opted to finish down my throat instead.

I thread my fingers through Wolfe’s hair, pulling him closer. He increases the suction on my nipple, while squeezing my other breast and strokes his thumb across that nipple. The alarm chirps, signaling it’s been deactivated. Seconds later, the front door opens.

“Oh, yes! Right on time.” Finn says, coming closer. Through squinted eyes, I see he’s leaving clothes in his wake. “I swear, I love the way you think, Deacon. You have the best welcome home gifts.” He leans down, kissing me on the shoulder. “Hey, Pet.”

“Hi, Finn. How was your errand?”

“Not nearly as exciting as what I’ve come home to, but it was something we needed to do.”

Holden takes a seat next to Wolfe and grips my neck, pulling me towards him for a kiss. I feel my brows shoot up. We haven’t done any group activities since that night in New York, and nobody mentioned it, so I considered it to be a one-off.

“Turn your brain off, Thea.” Holden chides, as he tightens his hold on the back of my neck.

I try, but it only lasts a minute. Wolfe pops me on the ass. “You heard what he said.” I wiggle, situating myself the way I was before Holden grabbed me, with my knees braced along the outside of Wolfe’s thighs. He readjusts his grip and stands with me in his arms.

Finn grabs my waist as we pass by, trying to pull me out of Wolfe’s arms. “Whoa, dude. You can’t just hog her.”

“I’m not hogging her. There are two extra bodies -which are considerably bigger than your scrawny ass- to account for, so spreading her out on the couch won’t work.”

“I’m fast and efficient with my blades, and big where it counts, which is why I’m Thea’s favorite fiancé.”

My what? Shaking my head so hard, my ponytail whips back and forth, I say, “We’re not engaged, Finn.”

“Yes, we are.”

“ No . We’re not. You’ve never proposed. Every time you mention forever, it’s in the context of that damn contract, which I won’t be signing.”

He slips his hand between me and Wolfe and works his fingers downwards. I sigh, my eyes close as he touches me. “Remember that day we were in the tunnel?” He asks, drawing lazy circles on my throbbing clit.

“Yes.”

“It was fun, right? I had that finger vibe that I used on you.”

“So fun.” I agree. “You distracted me so I didn’t panic.”

“That’s right. We talked about how much I love you, and I asked you if you wanted a ring, and you said you preferred me on my knees using my mouth and fingers.”

His thumb brushes back and forth across my clit. It’s a whisper soft stroke and my clit tingles and throbs. I shift, seeking more friction. “I do. I’m never gonna say no to you licking my pussy.”

He chuckles darkly against my ear. “While I was down there, and you were ripping strands of hair out of my head, I asked for an answer to my proposal. You said yes and came all over my mouth.”

Wolfe readjusts his hold on me as I twist around to look at Finn. “I was saying yes to letting you make me cum.”

“I didn’t need your yes for that. It was happening either way.” He increases the pressure, rubbing in slow circles just the way I like, while Wolfe holds me in place. Another hand brushes the inside of my thigh, then a thick finger presses inside me. Moving in and out in lazy strokes. The hard press of metal, and a tongue, flicks against my nipple. Holden lifts his gaze to mine and smirks.

“Don’t you dare.” I warn. “Don’t even think about saying you’ve convinced yourself that you’ve somehow tricked me into an engagement.”

“I haven’t.”

“Good.” I pant, rolling my hips against Finn’s hand and Holden’s fingers.

“I don’t need to.”

“No, you don’t. Mmm . Our relationship works fine, just the way. It. Is.” I slip one arm around his neck and use him and Wolfe for leverage, as I raise and lower myself on Holden’s fingers.

“Why waste time with an engagement when I can just forge your signature on a marriage license?”

I stop moving and push against his shoulder. “Wolfe, put me down. I’m not having this conversation mid orgasm again.”

Finn releases the ear lobe he’s sucking on and backs away as Wolfe lowers me until my feet touch the floor. I walk over to the couch to retrieve my clothes. “Who’s arguing?” Holden asks. “Last year, you agreed to a relationship with all of us.”

“That was when you wanted to make sure you all stayed on equal footing as the Trium. Not to be a bitch or anything, but technically, you three aren’t a Trium anymore.”

“We’re still recognized as our generation’s Trium. Nobody’s gonna challenge us for that position.”

I inspect my fingernails and Finn barks out a laugh. “Not even you, Pet. We might form a quad now, but Pax, Holden and I will always be a Trium, because it’s about more than the title for us. It’s our friendship and our bond.”

Finn and Holden join me in front of the couch, boxing me in like they always do. Holden strokes his thumb along my throat as Finn drags the flat blade of his knife across my cheek and says, “I get it. You want a clean start. Let’s forget all about that contract from last year.”

“Yes. Let’s. Thank you, Number Three.”

Holden adds, “You don’t want to be engaged? Fine. We won’t be. We can skip straight to the part where I call you my wife and pierce your clit to commemorate it.” His free hand palms my pussy. “I can’t wait to see how much more sensitive it’ll be with a piercing.”

“I don’t suggest you call me that if you want me to answer you. I don’t even want to be associated with that word. Not even in the context of a joke. I’m too young to be thinking about the M word. I’ve been planning my life out since I was ten, and my immediate future doesn’t include me becoming a Canyon Falls wife or popping out babies.”

There are two cocks touching me. Both of them twitch when I say the word baby. “Guys, are you listening to me?”

Holden’s fingers have made their way back inside me. As he teases my opening, he says, “You’re engaged to Deacon and wear his engagement ring.”

“It’s not an engagement ring. There was no getting on bended knee and proposing. He gave it to me as a symbol of our agreement that we’re committed to each other. I love it, and I’m wearing it on a chain around my neck, until I get the tattoo he drew for me. Wolfe knows I’m not ready for marriage and babies, and he won’t have the pressure of creating the next generation of legacy heirs like you three will, hanging over his head.”

Finn’s kissing the back of my neck and grinding against my ass, when he says, “Lemme see if I got this straight. You like his symbol of his commitment to you?”

“Yes.”

“And as long as he doesn’t expect you to put your life on hold and supports you running off doing whatever shit you're gonna be doing -even if it takes you far away, or is dangerous- you’re happy to wear this symbol of commitment?”

“Yes, but I’ll support him, too. Sometimes our plans and opinions will match up, and sometimes they won’t. But we’re not gonna just throw in the towel cause it’s hard. That’s what the ring is about. And he’s phenomenal in bed. I’d be crazy to give some other woman a chance to snatch him up.” Looking over to where Wolfe’s standing, I say, “Speaking of beds. Weren’t you taking me to one?”

Pax walks around us and takes a seat on the couch. He’s been quiet this whole time. “What about you Pax? You got anything to say?”

“Nope.”

“What about before we got into this ridiculous conversation about marriage? Were you gonna just sit and watch us?”

He eye fucks me, but doesn’t answer. Pax has been keeping his distance since I rescued him from Lazarro. We hang out and spar, and we kiss a lot . Like two people just learning how cool making out is; but whenever things get heated, he pulls back, saying I need to heal.

I give him just as much shit as I always have, but I realize he’s trying to make up for what his father did, even though it’s not his responsibility. I’m healing, but Pax needs to heal too, and if we’re doing this, then that means no sitting on the sidelines. I bend down to pick up my shirt. “If we’re christening the house, that means it’s a team effort, and in this team, there is no sitting around stroking your beautiful cock, while everyone else does the heavy lifting.”

Wolfe scoops me up before I can get my shirt back on. “You feel pretty light to me, and yes, I’m supposed to be taking you to bed,” he says as he carries me upstairs.

He kicks the door to the master bedroom open and tosses me onto the bed. I giggle as I bounce, my tits flopping around a little. In the next breath, he’s on the bed next to me, flipping me around, so his crotch is in my face, my pussy in his. Fingering my hole, he says, “I think I’ll have a snack while they’re downstairs figuring out how to process their thoughts and feelings, like grownups.”

“Good idea.” I moan, pressing against his face. “No room for pouting or bullying in my bed.”

“I don’t know about that last part. I’m gonna bully your pussy into making a mess in a few minutes.”

Lifting his hips, he says, “Now be a good girl and suck me dry.”

I shove his pants down enough to free him and lick a stripe up the underside of his dick and then along each side like it’s an ice cream cone in danger of dripping all over my hand. He grunts, thrusting up. “Nice and easy and slow. Just like that.”

The door opens wider and Coxsuckers, one, two, and three, file into the room. They all stare at the head of the bed, where Wolfe’s taking his time tasting every single inch of my pussy. Whatever they talked about downstairs convinced Pax to come up to the bedroom, but he’s still halfway out the door. His gaze shifts to me and I crook my finger for him to come closer.

He does, after the slightest second of hesitation. I need to turn my brain off, but he probably does, too. Making the decision for us both, I cup his dick, gently massaging it through his jean.

“What are you doing?”

“I wanna taste you. Can I?”

He swallows thickly and glances away. “You don’t have to. I’m-”

“You’re what?” I pull his dick out, stroking up and down. “Getting hard?” I ask, licking around the head. “Want me to tease you?”

I tease kisses along his length, down to the base, and roll his balls in my hand. Then repeat my kissing journey back to the top while he stares down at me, hands flexing at his sides. I open my mouth and swallow as much of him as I can.

“Fucking hell, Nem.”

Wolfe’s fingers dig into my hips as if to say, don’t forget about me. I drag my mouth off of Pax and stare at the two cocks I’m holding. They’re different in girth and length, and both always feel like they’re splitting me wide open. This is a combo I’ll never be able to take in the same hole. I can only take Wolfe halfway before I start to gag, and slightly less than half on Pax, but I move back and forth between them both, squirming and rocking as Wolfe devours my pussy.

The bed shifts and someone’s hand lands on the back of my head. “Looks like you need some help deep throating.” Holden says, pushing my head further down on Pax. “Let me help you with that.”

The tip of Pax’s dick hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag. “Easy. Breathe through it.” Holden coaxes. I do and the spasm subsides, allowing me to take more of Pax’s length.

Wolfe sets off a chain reaction when he sucks on my clit. I groan around Pax’s length. The vibration causes Pax’s knees to buckle, and my grip tightens on Wolfe’s cock, which has him groaning against my clit.

Finn quips, “It sounds like the circle of pleasure up in here. I wanna play too.”

The way I’m situated, I don’t know what he can play with. Holden, who’s on cock watch, yanks me off of Pax, pushes me onto Wolfe’s and tells me, “Same thing. Swallow it.” I take a deep breath and do the best I can. His thumbs massage my jaws, helping with the cramps forming there.

I grind against Wolfe’s face as his tongue works me closer to an orgasm. My knees clamp around his face. He hooks his arms around my thighs and pushes them back open.

I suck him harder, trying to make him cum, but Holden decides it’s time to change up and I’m back with Pax’s cock in my mouth. “That’s it, Nem. You wanted my cock. Now show me why.”

I shake my head. Pulling back, I say, “I wanted you.” I give his shaft a gentle squeeze and kiss his hip before resuming my efforts.

He groans, threading his fingers through my hair, finally touching me. “You have me, Nem. Always.”

My attempt to keep a steady rhythm going between them fails, even with Holden’s direction. It’s hard to concentrate on them when I’m this close to cumming. My mouth freezes open, my eyes roll back as my orgasm hits.

Before I have a chance to recover, my lower body is dragged to the right side of the bed, and Finn’s pushing into me from behind. Wolfe says, “Keep going Thea. You haven’t earned your prize yet.”

I tighten my grip on him, sucking just the way he likes. He hisses when my teeth scrape across his length. Holden holds my head in place and says, “I don’t hear you choking, Rey. That means there’s still room in your throat.”

“You hear that? Holden sounds disappointed. We can’t have that in this bed, right?”

I hum my agreement and do my best to take more of Wolfe’s cock. It takes several tries and a lot of gagging, but I’m further down his length than I was.

“That’s it. Stay there.” Holden says, pinching my nose. My eyes widen. “You don’t need to breathe yet.” He’s watching my face, even as my body jerks and spasms as I run out of air. He releases his hold, and I heave a ragged breath when I pull off Wolfe’s dick. The reprieve only lasts a second, then it’s Pax in my mouth again.

Finn’s grip on my hips tightens. “She likes that. She’s strangling my dick.”

I also like how good he feels. My walls contract even more and I’m cumming again. This time, my groans of pleasure mix with Pax’s as he empties himself down my throat. “Shit.” His body curls over me, his hands landing on the mattress near my thighs.

Finn’s release is next. “Yes, Pet. Milk my cock.” When he pulls out, I’m flipped onto my back, my head leaning over the edge of the bed, as Holden settles between my legs, impaling himself inside me with one thrust. Wolfe, who’s now standing next to the bed, takes advantage of my involuntary gasp, and reclaims his position in my mouth.

From this position, I have a little more space in my throat. Not that I’m in control here. Wolfe dunks himself in and out of my mouth. I can’t do anything but roll my tongue and suck. Holden’s hands find his favorite position and squeezes my throat, constricting it around Wolfe’s length.

“Damn.” He hisses. “That feels weird.”

Holden asks me, “Does it feel weird to you? Should I stop?” I try to shake my head, but all I manage to do is gargle around Wolfe’s cock. Just when I think I’ve got him on the brink of losing control, he dislodges himself from my throat. I’m pulled to a kneeling position. They’re all on the bed with me now, hands grabbing me. I tense momentarily, and Wolfe reminds me, “You’re in control.”

Meaning, I can do whatever I want, and what I want is to help someone else who is struggling as much as I am. I crawl over to Pax and kiss him, pulling him down on top of me. He responds quicker this time, melting into the kiss and settling between my legs. Our hips roll against each other and he rocks back and forth, dragging his length through my slickness. I reach my hand out, and someone places a condom package in it. I break the kiss and flip Pax onto his back using a move Tank taught me.

“Good girl.” Wolfe praises. “That was an expert execution.” I blow him a quick kiss, then focus on rolling the condom onto Pax. I watch his face as I line him up at my opening, and as I slowly raise and lower myself, taking more of him each time.

Placing his hands on my tits, I say, “Touch me. Fuck me. I can take it.” I contract my inner walls around him, in short little waves. I settle into my movements, raising and lowering myself as hard as I can.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He grunts.

“How good? Just a little?” I slam down on his length. “Or so good you can’t think?”

His lips twist, the tension in his forehead eases, as he says, “I can think. In fact, I’m thinking of so many things I can do to you.”

“Sure.” I drawl. “That’s why I’m on top, riding this dick like I stole it.” I love how powerful I feel at this moment. “Gonna make you cum so hard, Pax.”

He flips me, countering with, “I’m about to wreck this pussy like I own it.” Hooking my legs over his forearms, he spreads me wider. Drilling into me with precise thrusts, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside me. He continues his merciless rhythm until I’m climaxing again. “God, yes. I’m cumming. Pax. Right there. Right. There .”

The next change in position has my ass on display. The slick squirt of lube drips down my crack as someone preps my hole. I’m overstimulated, my body hypersensitive to touch. A second set of fingers is in my pussy, stroking my g-spot. I squirm, trying to get away from both sensations while also trying to get closer.

“Too much.” I gasp. Followed by. “ Shit .”

“I think she’s ready.” Wolfe says from behind me. He moves to the middle of the bed, bringing me with him. His front to my back as he enters me, slowly working his way inside. “I’m in.” He says, pulling me flush against his body as he lies back. Pax and Holden move between my legs, both slicking up their cocks with lube, before taking turns pushing inside of me.

No way. Wasn’t I just thinking double penetration was off the table with him? “Oh, god. I-”

“Breathe through it, Sweetness. You can take it.”

I pant, waiting for the discomfort to ease. Finn leans in, taking a nipple in his mouth, while Wolfe toys with my clit. I shift into his touch, feeling my walls loosen and melt around Pax and Holden.

“Ready, Pet?” Finn asks, tapping me on the cheek with his cock.

“Ready.” I open my mouth, letting him inside. They’re all on different timings, making it impossible for me to adapt to a rhythm. They’re relentless in their assault.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Pax asks, pulling me back. The motion impales me further on Holden’s dick.

“Fuck.” I garble around Finn’s dick. I pop off, dragging in a ragged breath. “Wait. I-shit.” I pant, trying to clamp my legs closed.

“Not waiting.” Holden says, shoving another piercing into my swollen core while Wolfe rolls his hips below me. Given our configuration, he doesn’t have much room to move, but the fullness in my ass is more than enough.

My legs shake uncontrollably. I claw at the sheets, writhing and groaning. Sweat rolls down my skin, stray hairs cling to my cheek. I grip Holden and Pax’s forearms, while Finn holds my head in his hands as he takes my mouth.

“Damn.” Pax groans. “Look at you, taking all of our cocks. Look so fucking good, stuffed by us, and so damn tight.”

Finn adds, “And sucking my soul out of my cock.”

I whimper. As Holden slams home, and Wolfe says, “He’s right, Sweetness. You look amazing. Doing such a good job letting us use you tonight.” He slips his arms around mine to grasp my shoulders. “Gonna’ fill this ass up. But not before you cum for us one more time.”

I tell them I don’t think I can, and they get to work to prove me wrong. Our moans and grunts bounce off the walls and I’m glad we’re not in the condo where the Delta Team can hear through the walls. Planting my feet on the bed, I rock my hips back and forth, chasing that fissure of pleasure.

Holden pulls out, ensuring I feel every dip, bulge and ridge of his piercings. Then pushes in again. My body stalls out as if taking a breath, then comes back online. I feel my orgasm at the top of my head, on through the tips of my toes. My stomach clenches as Finn lodges in my throat. “Swallow every drop, Pet.”

I try, but some seeps out just like the wetness trickling down my thighs.

“Nem.” Pax groans. His body tenses as he hovers over me.

When he pulls out, Holden pushes in deeper. “Another one?” He asks, as my body stiffens again. More like, I’m still in the middle of the last one.

“Are you cumming again, Pet?” Finn asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Is that why you’re shivering?”

He slips his hands between mine and Holden’s bodies and slaps my clit, at the same time Pax pulls my nipples. “ Arrrgggh .” I groan as I detonate.

“Oh, shit.” Holden groans. “I have never. Is this is what it feels like?”

“There it is.” Wolfe coos. “I love it when you squirt like that. I’m a little jealous that Holden’s the one feeling it.”

Holden’s hips stutter and he presses deep as he climaxes. Our chests press together, or hearts thumping in synch. He eases out of me and helps Wolfe flip me over. Wolfe wraps my dishelved ponytail around his fist, and pulls, forcing my neck up and my back to arch.

“You did so good tonight. Making us feel so damn good. Letting us worship your body. So proud of you.” He says as he pistons in and out of my ass. “Such a. Good. Fucking. Girl.”

He cums deep in my ass, groaning against my ear, ringing a mini-orgasm out of me. When he pulls out, I collapse onto my stomach, sucking in air.

My eyes droop. I’m half asleep by the time someone comes back with a warm washcloth to clean me up.

Finn asks, “You still with us, Pet?”

“Mmm.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“We’re gonna add mandatory fivesomes to our marriage contract. Agreed?”

“Nice try Finn.” Is my sleepy reply. “How about we revisit this conversation if you’re still around after I get my Phd?”

Sleep claims me, drowning out whatever counter argument he offers.