Chapter 17 Joys of Sharing
Koa
The moonlight spilling through our bedroom windows painted Seri in a soft glow that made her look almost too fragile to touch, yet beneath that lay a strength I’d come to treasure above all else.
It was rare I had her all to myself, and it felt both right and wrong. Right because I could take my time savoring her without worrying about anyone else. Wrong because my brothers should be here. She was ours, our beloved, and we loved sharing her.
But Cas had gone to meet a potential client and taken Zane along because rumor had it that a swan maiden was involved. Still, they should be home any time, and we could all enjoy her together then.
“Koa?”
Seri’s voice quivered, and three steps carried me across the room, floorboards silent beneath my bare feet, until my shadow engulfed her. When my fingers found the ribbon strap at her shoulder, she made a sound halfway between a whimper and a sigh.
“Baby?” I checked, letting my thumb brush the flitting pulse at her throat. “May I?”
“Of course,” she breathed.
Ah. Anticipation, then. Nothing more worrying.
The nightie was a wisp of a thing, pale pink silk that barely reached mid-thigh. Zane presented it to her just that morning, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he’d handed over the gift bag.
“Size extra-small, sweet cheeks,” he’d said, wagging those fiery eyebrows at her with that irreverent grin of his.
Seri had blushed furiously, but the smile that played at her lips told us all she was pleased. These moments, her accepting gifts and allowing herself to be pampered, were victories. Small battles won in the war against what her stepmother had ingrained in her.
The shoulder ribbons slid off with a twitch of my fingers, sending silk sighing down her arms to pool at her waist. Even after countless viewings, my breath still caught, and I watched her eyes drift closed as my fingertips traced the delicate curve of her throat.
Making love to my wife wasn’t just about the physical release; it was communion, a reaffirmation that the universe had somehow seen fit to bring this miracle into our lives. I inhaled the scent of her skin and felt that familiar surge of protectiveness and desire twist through me.
“Koko,” she whispered, and the nickname, silly as it was, made something warm uncurl inside my chest every time she said it.
I kissed down her neck slowly, savoring each soft gasp and tiny shiver. My hands slid under the hem of her nightie, finding the warm, soft skin of her thighs, her hips, her ass.
“You bring so much beauty into my life,” I murmured against her collarbone, feeling her pulse trip beneath my lips like a trapped butterfly.
A smile curled her lips, that sweet, slightly shy expression that never failed to undo me completely.
Slipping the nightie up and over her head, I reveled in each inch of her.
She raised her arms to help, trusting and open, and my heart squeezed painfully in my chest. Trust from Seri wasn’t given lightly.
It had been earned through patience, through promises kept, through proving ourselves worthy of her.
Her breasts were perfect handfuls that fit my palms as though they had been made for me specifically, although my brothers said the same thing. I cupped them, watching her eyes grow heavy-lidded as I squeezed. When her nipples hardened, I couldn’t resist taking one into my mouth.
The taste of her made something primal within me growl with satisfaction. I laved her nipple with my tongue, sucking gently while my hand kneaded the other. She arched more firmly into my mouth, and I hummed my approval.
These moments fed something deep and ancient inside me. The dhampir part of me that craved possession, that needed to claim what was ours. Mine and Casimir’s and Zane’s. Our beloved, our miracle, the one woman in all the world made just for the three of us.
My hand moved around to span her back, supporting her as my mouth worshiped her breasts. She was so small against me, her spine a delicate ridge beneath my palm. Everything about her seemed designed to awaken my most protective instincts, and I was careful, always so careful, with her body.
My other hand slipped between her thighs, finding the heaven that awaited there. The first time I’d touched her like this, I’d been stunned by the softness and the heat.
“I love how you respond to me,” I praised, my voice dropping to a gravelly rumble as I circled her entrance with one finger before slipping inside.
She was so tight, and I watched her face for any sign of discomfort as I stretched her. One finger became two, then three, preparing her patiently. There was no rush. We had all night, all our lives, to savor each other.
“Please,” she whispered at last. “Koko, please.”
I withdrew my hand and positioned myself between her parted thighs, my knees nudging them wider. I wasn’t as tall as my brothers, but I was built solidly, all muscle and power, and the size difference between us was both adorable and a concern.
“Look at me, Serafina. Watch my eyes and see my soul collide with yours.”
Those silver-gray eyes, luminous in the moonlight, held no fear, only desire and the deep love that humbled me every time I saw it.
Careful, careful, careful, I chanted to myself as I guided the blunt tip of my crown into her. Then I eased forward, feeling her body slowly yield and accept just my tip.
“Good girl. So good for me. Breathe, baby. Breathe in my scent and let it flood your senses like you do mine.”
I inched in, giving her time. Her body gripped me, hot and snug. When I finally bottomed out, my balls resting against her perineum, we both released shaky breaths.
“All right?” I brushed a golden curl from her face.
Taking her low moan as agreement, I slid my hands up her legs, savoring the smooth skin beneath my palms, and draped her ankles over my shoulders. The position lifted her hips slightly off the bed, changing the angle, and I planted my hands on either side of her head, curling her body beneath mine.
Her fingers wound around onto my wrists, anchoring herself as I began to move. The first thrust was shallow, testing. The second a bit deeper. By the third, I was establishing a rhythm that turned her soft moans into a song of pleasure.
“Koko,” she sang out like a moon-damned prayer.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, in the world compared to the sensation of her pussy wrapped around my cock. She clung to me like melted velvet, tugging me deeper on each slow stroke.
Her lips parted, her cheeks flushed with desire, her eyes half-lidded, but still locked with mine. There was something utterly sacred about witnessing Seri lost in pleasure, something that made my heart ache with emotions too vast to name.
When she began to writhe beneath me, her breathing coming in short, sharp pants, I knew she was ready for more. I increased my pace, still mindful of my strength and size, but giving her the friction and depth she craved.
“My sweet girl. I love how you feel. I love how you love.”
Her response was a high, keening sound that shot straight to my core, and I planked over her to drive in more forcefully, my cock sliding against her clit with each thrust. Her breasts swayed, their hard nipples taunting me, and I lowered my head to suckle one again.
“Koko!”
Her nails dug into my biceps, and I felt the second her orgasm hit, the exquisite tightening of her pussy, the sudden tension in her thighs, the way her back arched sharply beneath me.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, fighting my own release to watch her fall apart. “Let go for me, beloved.”
I drank her wordless scream as she rippled around me in waves that sent me over the edge, too, white-hot light exploding behind my eyelids.
For several heartbeats, we remained locked together, both panting, both trembling with aftershocks. Then I eased her legs down and allowed myself to lay atop her for just a moment. I knew I was too heavy, but I couldn’t bear to break the connection just yet.
She shuddered when I finally pulled out, our bodies separating with reluctance. I rolled to my side, bringing her with me so she lay cradled against my chest, and buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent now mingled with mine.
“I love you, Serafina,” I whispered against her throat. “You live in my bones. You breathe in my soul.”
“I love you, too.” She lightly scratched my scalp in that way she knew I loved. Her lips glided against the edge of my ear so tenderly, it made my heart ache. “Your heart is so beautiful, Koa. I’m proud to know you trust me with it.”
“Thank you, beloved,” I said, knowing the words were inadequate. “For coming into our lives. For making us feel safe with you. For loving us when you had every reason not to trust.”
“Thank you for letting me love you.” Her fingertips stroked my cheek. “For not casting me aside when you could have.”
The insecurity in her voice made me tighten my arms around her. I knew the wounds the Harrows had carved into her heart ran deep, had witnessed firsthand how her stepfamily’s cruelty had convinced her she was worthless, and my brothers and I would spend the rest of our lives proving otherwise.
“You’re everything.” I moved to look into her eyes. “Sometimes I wonder how many lifetimes it will take for me to deserve this.”
“Really?” Something vulnerable flickered in her eyes.
“Do you want to know something?” I kissed her forehead. “The day Lucian had my brothers and me sign the marriage contract, I told them our beloved would have the smile of an angel.” I cupped her cheek, running my thumb across her lower lip. “I was right.”
The blush that spread across her cheeks made me chuckle, then she tensed at a noise from downstairs.
“Easy.” I stroked her hair. “Just the front door opening. Your other lovers are home.”
“They’re back?” Her eyes lit up.
“Yes, and I’m sure your Zoodle will be up here any moment, demanding his turn. Oh, the joys of sharing you,” I fake-sighed, then regretted teasing her when her face fell.
“Oh, no, Koko! I—”