The Silvia Saga: Boxset

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Dara

I wake to soft snores coming from my right. I turn my head, trying not to wake my warriors. Declan is in precisely the same spot as he was last night, cuddled up to my right side. His soft snores come out from between his plump lips. Looking closely, I don’t know why I haven’t admired them before now.

His eyes are closed and his face is relaxed. He looks the most comfortable I have seen him, ever. He stirs, putting his arm around my stomach, and pulls me in closer so that we are spooning. I melt into his body, enjoying the way it makes my heart beat faster. I sling my other arm over Blair’s body. He’s still in his deep sleep, but I somehow think my touch will help with his recovery.

Calm washes over me. Being between Blair and Declan makes sense. Somehow, this feels like home, but I keep thinking that something’s missing. With a jolt, I realise I want Harlan and Oliver in this bed, too. If they were here with us, it would feel complete.

I shake my head at my selfishness. Despite them telling me we’ll go with the flow and see what happens with our relationships, that it’s okay to have feelings for them all, I still feel strange about it. Our bond is partly to blame, but the rest … well, that’s on me.

Declan stirs beside me and I turn around to find him up on his elbow, watching me so intensely that I shiver. Lust—a tangible weight pressing against my skin—hangs in the air between us. He brushes my hair behind my ear, slowly and carefully. My breath hitches in my throat.

Leaning in, he brushes his lips lightly against my cheek. That gentle touch sends shivers through me that make my whole body tremble. His eyes dart to my lips only briefly before he closes the short distance between our mouths. He kisses me gently, carefully, taking his time. But I don’t want gentleness right now.

Declan lets me take charge as I slip my tongue farther into his mouth. The taste of berries hits me. He copies my action as he moves his tongue in and out. We both moan into each other’s mouths. We continue kissing as I transfer my legs over his hips so that I am straddling him. He pulls back, and I freeze. Did I move too soon? Does he not want me like I want him?

He grabs hold of my head, making me look him dead in the eye. “Dara, you need to stop with those thoughts. I want you. I want you more than I have wanted anything in my life. You have been mine and ours since we made our promise to protect you. You drive me crazy. I can’t resist any longer. I have to have you.” His confession has my panties dripping in return.

I turn to look at Blair, he looks peaceful but seeing the bruises lining his face I instantly feel guilty for making out with Declan right next to him.

“Maybe we should continue this some other time?” I ask, hiding my face in my hands.

With a chuckle, Declan pulls away my fingers. “You’re right. Let’s continue this some other time. Did you want to come downstairs for breakfast?”

I shake my head. I’m not ready to leave Blair just yet. Declan must read my thoughts because he simply presses a kiss to my forehead then lifts me off his hips so he can get up.

I watch him as he stretches, facing me, his T-shirt riding up a little.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” I say softly, giving him a mischievous smile. “What else have you got hidden under those clothes?”

“One day I’ll show you, Princess, but right now, I need to get you some breakfast. Hold tight. I’ll be back soon.”

With a sigh, I lie back on the bed. God, my warriors were going to be the death of me. How am I supposed to keep my shit together when all four of them make my poor little heart go crazy? I want them all in ways I’ve never wanted any other guy.

I turn over and place my head on Blair’s chest, hearing the strong, steady thump of his heart. Life was hell without our sweet warrior. He kept us all sane; without him, we lost ourselves. We need Blair. I’m sure if any of my other warriors disappeared, I’d feel this way too. We need each other. Together we make a team. There’s a bond that connects us all together in that way.

Of course, I don’t feel that way about Jolie. I don’t have sexual feelings for her, but we have a bond, one that can’t be broken. We’re soul sisters like we are part of our own squad.

Getting sick of the silence, I start talking to Blair, hoping he’ll be able to hear me.

Oh, my sweet Blair, I’ve missed you so much. Can you please come back to us already? You should have seen everyone without you. We all went mad. It was torture, not knowing what was happening to you. Not being near you though? That’s what hurt the most.

I continue talking to Blair until Declan comes in, bearing a tray.

He places it on Blair’s desk, motioning for me to come over. “Anna made your favourite—bacon and eggs, and coffee of course.”

The instant the smell hits my nose, I moan. Sitting down on the edge of the chair, I devour my breakfast and move back in the chair a few minutes later. Sipping on my coffee, I turn around to see Declan sitting on the bed next to Blair. Declan puts his hand down next to Blair’s, smiling at him. The sight makes my eyes start to water. He's looking at Blair with so much brotherly love in his eyes. It seems like he’s talking to him inside his head.

I decide to leave the room and slowly push back my chair to tiptoe out the door, not wanting to ruin the moment they are having. I really need to have a shower.

“What are you doing, Princess?” Oliver appears just outside Blair’s room, scaring the shit out of me. I jump at the sound of his voice, putting my hand on my beating heart.

“You scared the shit out of me, you dick.” I push past him, heading to my bedroom. “And I’m in need of a shower so that’s where I am heading.”

I kick the door shut behind me, but when I don’t hear it click shut, I spin around to find Oliver standing in the doorway. He steps inside and pushes the door closed behind him. With a smirk, he walks past me and into the bathroom.

I follow him in, finding him undressing.

“I thought I’d join you, Princess. You’re all dirty, so I decided I’d give you a hand … or two.”

I look down at his body—at his perfectly sculpted, to-die-for body—and bite my lip. His eyes turn dark with hunger. Taking the hem of my T-shirt in his hands, he slowly inches it up my torso. I pause for a heartbeat before lifting my arms into the air and allowing him to undress me.

When I’m standing naked in front of him, he peruses my body slowly, taking his time.

“Oliver?” I ask in a whisper.

His head jerks up, and his eyes have changed; his animal side is hovering close to the surface, its gaze hungry.

Giving him the opportunity to get himself back under control, I turn on the shower, waiting for it to heat up for a moment before stepping under the spray and letting the warm water fall down my naked body. I sense Oliver behind me right before he presses his cock into my arse. With one arm wrapped possessively around my stomach, he reaches his other hand down between my legs, his fingers gliding through my pussy. My head falls back, and the moans that had started out as soft whimpers quickly turn into screams. He slips a finger inside me, then another, working me into a frenzy of lust and fractured thoughts.

I turn my head. Oliver bends over awkwardly, crashing his lips into mine. My hand grabs onto the back of his head, grabbing a handful of his hair. I pull tightly and moan into his mouth as his fingers continue to work their magic. I am on the brink of an orgasm when his hand suddenly stops. He flips me around and pushes my back against the tile wall. I hit it with a slap. I look down at his cock for the first time, and my mouth drops open.

How in the fuck will that thing fit?

Oliver smirks. I will make it fit, my princess. Trust me?

My head nods of its own accord. He closes the short distance between us. My hand goes down, slowly tracing my fingers over his chest once I reach the hairline of his cock. My fingers stroke down his length. As my hand closes around his hard cock, I look up into his eyes, licking my lips.

I have never seen a dick so big and thick. I start off stroking his stiffness slowly then I quicken the pace. My hand just fits around him. He grabs hold of my breasts and starts massaging, pinching my nipple with his fingers while I continue to stroke his length. I suddenly stop, wanting nothing more than his cock in my pussy.

He reads my thoughts as he flips me around so that I’m facing the wall. He pushes my head down so that my arse is up in the air. Grabbing hold of my hair, he whispers in my ear, “If you want me to stop, tell me now, Princess. As I won’t be able to stop from here on out.”

“Just fuck me already,” I reply.

That’s all the approval he needs as he starts rubbing my clit, getting me ready. He guides himself in slowly, trying not to hurt me. Fuck me, he’s huge. He goes in and out a few times until I have adjusted to his size. Fisting my hair, he pulls, causing my head to jerk back. Moaning, he speeds up, thumping into me fast and hard. I yell out in pleasure, enjoying the way my body is reacting to him. I see stars. His hand is still tangled up in my hair, holding tight, pulling back and forth. I scream his name out in pleasure as the first orgasm hits. He doesn’t stop. He continues slamming into my pussy. We both release, panting. I collapse back into his body as he kisses my neck.

“Fuck me, Princess. That was a million times better than I ever imagined. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

Stepping back into the hot water I close my eyes, and for the first time in weeks, I let my body relax. Oliver’s hands are on me again with a loofa full of soap. He slowly washes every inch of my body, exploring every one of my curves. The loofa disappears replaced by his hands. His fingers move over my belly and my legs clench together. Ready for more, I need more. Then his hand is gone. My eyes snap open.

“Touch yourself, show me how much you want this,” he demands, taking my hand and running it down my chest until it reaches my clit. I take over pressing my fingers against my clit, working it into a frenzy. I keep eye contact with Oliver, watching as his eyes darken and he takes his lip between his teeth. It doesn’t take long before my legs begin to tremble and my vision blurs. He leans into me claiming my lips as my orgasm rips through me. Oliver pulls back grabbing my wrist, eyes hooded he takes my fingers into his mouth licking off my release.

Fuck, I don’t think we’re ever getting out of this shower. He pulls back pressing kisses down my neck, he wraps his fingers around my arse lifting me up until my legs wrap around him.

“Ready for round two, Princess?” He grins, eyes darkening.

Licking my lips, I nod.

He slams into me harder and faster this time. My head falls back into the water and before long I’m once again screaming his name. Oliver pulls out and I fall against his body. I close my eyes, and for the second time in weeks, I let my body relax for a second. Then Blair’s face pops up in my thoughts, and I instantly feel guilty for what we just did in here while Blair is in the next room in a comatose state.

What is wrong with me? It wasn’t the time to be having sex, but all rational thought went out the door when I saw Oliver’s massive cock.