Chapter 18 Without Breaking It
Zane
I held Seri’s wrists above her head with one hand, laughing as she squirmed beneath me on our oversized bed.
Her curls spread across the sheets like spilled sunshine, her cheeks flushed pink from exertion and the rounds she’d already enjoyed with my brothers, who lounged next to us like well-fed lions, watching us with lazy, possessive eyes.
“You’re going to wear her out before you ever get inside her,” Cas muttered, but his words didn’t match the heat in his gaze.
“I’m fine,” Seri panted, wriggling one hand free to tickle my ribs.
When I instinctively jerked back, she used the opportunity to grab a fistful of my hair and pull. Not hard enough to hurt hurt, just enough to make things interesting downstairs.
“You little menace,” I growled, grinning despite myself. “You know what that does to me.”
She gave me her innocent doe-eyed look, the one that fooled absolutely no one in this room.
“But according to The Complete Guide to Equitable Pleasure Distribution in Dhampir Marriages by Zane D. Cimmerian, it’s your turn.”
I snorted and Koa rolled his eyes so hard, I thought they might get stuck that way. My make-believe “guide” had become an inside joke between us, especially when Seri wanted to make a point about all of us getting equal time with her.
“That’s not a real book,” Cas pointed out for probably the fifteenth time, but his lips twitched. Progress, getting Mr. Serious to almost smile.
“It’s the last word in polyamorous monster-fucking, Cas. Show some respect,” I shot back, then yelped when Seri tugged my hair again.
My dick, already at full mast, turned to iron against her thigh.
“Zoodle.” Her voice dropped to that breathy tone that meant she was thinking of something naughty. “Remember what you mentioned the other day? The thing with numbers?”
“You sure, blossom?” I asked, trying and failing to keep the eagerness out of my voice. “Cas is right about one thing. You’ve already had quite a workout.”
“I’m not sore,” she insisted, even as Ko made a disbelieving sound. “And I want to try it.” Her eyes met mine, that perfect blend of shy and determined that always made me both hard as steel and soft as shit. “I want to make you feel good while you make me feel good.”
Like I’d ever say no to that. My mouth actually watered at the thought.
“C’mere, moonbeam.” I slid off her and rolled onto my back. “Cas, give her a hand.”
He moved as she knelt over me, his large hands cradling her hips. I guided her to straddle my face, her knees on either side of my head, facing toward my feet. The position gave me a perfect, unobstructed view of her pussy, all glistening and red and puffy.
“Cruor, that’s a work of fucking art, literally and figuratively,” I breathed, running my thumbs along her outer folds.
The combined scent of her and my brothers was intoxicating, a reminder that she belonged to all of us.
Unable to resist, I surged up and dragged my nose through her slickness, inhaling deeply.
She let out a startled squeal, her body jerking so hard that, if not for Cas, she probably would have face-planted right into my crotch.
Not exactly the graceful introduction to sixty-nine I’d planned.
“Zoodle!” she squeaked.
Just hearing that, the pet name and the squeak, made me grin like an idiot.
“If you want more, my queen, you know what you have to do,” I teased, letting my breath tickle her.
“You’d better stop teasing her before she bites,” Koa warned from somewhere to my right.
“Nah, our girl knows how to treat a guy right.” My eyes fixed on the way Seri stared at my cock like it was a challenging puzzle she was determined to solve.
She leaned down cautiously, her breath sputtering as she wrapped one small hand around my base.
The first tentative lick made my thighs tense, but I kept still, not wanting to rush her.
Then she wrapped those soft lips around my crown and sucked me into the warm, wet heaven of her mouth, and my eyes actually rolled right out of the back of my head and bounced onto the floor.
“Oh, yeah, sweetheart, just like that,” I groaned before focusing my attention on returning the favor.
I started slowly, knowing she was sensitive, dragging my tongue in long, deliberate strokes through her folds. Above me, I felt her shudder, but she didn’t stop what she was doing; instead, she took me deeper, her hand working what wouldn’t fit in her mouth.
My fingers dug into her soft ass as I alternated between broad licks and targeted attention to her clit. I could taste my brothers, but mostly I tasted her, sweet and tangy and so moon-damned addictive, I could happily spend hours with my face buried between her thighs.
Her technique was getting sloppier as her concentration fractured, which only turned me on more.
I loved knowing I could make her lose focus like that.
She pulled off me with a gasp when I sucked her clit between my lips, but immediately compensated by stroking me, her fingers massaging my balls just right.
“Good girl,” I encouraged between licks, knowing how much praise meant to her. “Such a good girl for Zaddy.”
The pressure at the base of my spine grew with each pass of her hands and every flick of her tongue. She was almost there, too. I knew from the way her thighs trembled against my ears and how her hips had started making involuntary movements against my mouth.
“Seri, I’m close,” I warned her, knowing she wasn’t a huge fan of swallowing.
Sure enough, she raised her head and switched to pumping me with her hands as I redoubled my efforts.
I came suddenly, intensely, humming against her as I spilled all over her hands.
Seconds later, she came, too, her body shaking as she cried out my name.
I lapped at her gently until the aftershocks subsided, then playfully tapped a happy rhythm on her ass cheeks with my palms.
“Mmm, gold star, Mrs. Cimmerian.” I kissed her inner thigh, then blew a loud raspberry on all that lush softness.
“Zoodle!” she scolded and launched herself into Cas’ arms.
Mr. Hero dragged her off of me and tucked her between him and Ko, the two of them massaging her hips and thighs. She looked thoroughly wrecked in the best possible way, her hair a tangled mess, her lips swollen, and her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
“I love you all,” she sighed, snuggling into Cas’ chest while Ko worked at the knots in her hair, both of them murmuring praise and adoration, which was only her due.
I grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand to clean myself up, feeling smugly proud of myself. My brothers and I exchanged satisfied looks over her head; there was something deeply fulfilling about seeing our little witch so thoroughly pleasured and protected by us.
Our moment of domestic bliss was shattered by the distinctive chime of Casimir’s phone. All three of us groaned while Seri just giggled.
“Whatever it is, you three are handling it. I cannot walk right now to save my life.”
Cas, naturally, was already reaching for his phone.
“Foster.” His tone instantly shifted to serious. “He’s sent photos. Two pages from a grimoire.”
“What does it say?” Ko asked, sitting up while keeping one arm around Seri.
“Written in hieroglyphics. We’ll need to have it translated.”
“Can you at least get the gist of what it is?” I stretched lazily, my fingers toying with the ends of Seri’s hair.
“Do I look fucking Egyptian?”
Before I could snark back, my own phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it, half expecting it was the standard follow-up from Fozzerella with more details, but the message that lit up my screen made my blood run cold.
Bout 2 die. Extract poss?
“Dark take it.” Climbing out of bed, I reached for the first piece of clothing I could find. My red boxer briefs with five yellow stars across the front that said, “Would Ride Again.” Last week, I’d bribed Seri with Belgian chocolate to sign her name in permanent marker on the leg.
“What is it?” she asked, instantly alert despite her earlier exhaustion.
“Foster needs extraction. Now.”
“Yeah? And how are you going to do that?” Ko scoffed.
“We can’t just leave him there to die!” Seri pushed herself upright between my brothers, our sex goddess gone now, replaced by our fierce witch.
I watched the transformation with a mixture of pride and dread. Pride because damn, our girl had backbone! Dread because I knew exactly what she was about to suggest.
“I’ll go.” Ko was already rolling off the bed to grab his pants.
“It’ll take too long to drive,” Cas cut in, his tactical brain calculating distances and timeframes. “Even at top speed, that’s four hours minimum.”
“I can shadow walk there in four seconds.” Seri’s statement landed in the middle of our bedroom like a live grenade.
Even knowing it was coming, we all froze, exchanging the kind of look that communicated paragraphs without a single word.
“Absolutely not. I yanked on my boxers. “We’re not sending you into that psychopath’s den.”
“It’s my home—”
“It was your prison,” Ko corrected, struggling to keep his tone gentle for her.
“I know every inch of that place,” she insisted, her gray eyes flashing. “I can get in and out through the shadows faster than any of you could even find Foster.”
“And what if you see her?”
“Then I see her.”
We launched into what could generously be called a debate, but was really just three overprotective dhampirs trying to talk sense into our beloved.
Cas started listing all the tactical disadvantages.
Ko went straight for the emotional appeal, reminding her of what Arabesque had done to her.
I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to bring up the most recent shadow-related disaster.
“Have you forgotten what happened with the shadows at that camp?” I gestured wildly with the hand not rearranging my junk in my boxers. “They nearly pulled you into fucking oblivion! You needed three days to recover, Seri. Three. Days.”