4. Miri
4
Miri
I woke to the sounds of Lex and Carter downstairs. They weren’t being terribly quiet, and the visions that went through my mind made me smile. A loud spank echoed through the house, followed by Carter’s muffled grunt, and I rolled toward Ivy. She was already awake, staring at the ceiling.
At my movement, she glanced at me. “I could tell them to knock it off if you need me to.”
I shook my head and smiled. “Let them have their fun. Lex needs the outlet.”
Ivy sighed before scooting down the bed next to me. She curled on her side and grabbed my hand, bringing my knuckles to her lips. She was always so beautiful in the moonlight, her steel eyes even more silver, her ginger hair a darker, more mysterious shade of cherry.
Lex moaned, and the sound sent an involuntary tremble through my body, an automatic reflex from the years spent pulling that noise out of him myself. I bit my lip and eyed my wife, a hot sting of arousal sizzling my veins for the first time in months. Perhaps I needed someone to touch me with affection. Perhaps I wanted to reclaim my own body and mind by giving them to someone who loved me, who adored me unconditionally.
Ivy and Lex may have been together since birth, but it was me and Ivy first. I’d fallen in love with her at boarding school and I’d loved her every day since. Right then, I needed her in ways only she could understand. She brought me back to myself, reminded me why I let anyone close in the first place.
Perhaps she read this in my eyes, or maybe she needed the same thing from me.
She scooted closer and pressed her lips to mine, a soft, reserved kiss to test the waters. When I returned it with a fiery one of my own, pushing my tongue in between her lips, she moaned and rolled on top of me, positioning her hips in between my thighs. I opened eagerly for her, hoping she wanted this as much as I did.
Her forearms framed my head, and compared to her long limbs, I felt small and delicate under her.
“What do you need from me?” she whispered, brushing her nose against mine.
“Just love me,” I murmured. “Please love me like you used to.”
“Miri,” she said, running her fingers over my face, brushing the hair out of my eyes. “I never stopped loving you.”
It broke my heart. She should have. She had every reason to hate me. I would have hated me. I had disappeared for months with hardly a good explanation as to why. For all that she raged and burned hot, Ivy had endless forgiveness, especially when it came to me. When I thought about that night with the fairy king, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to know. Did that make me terrible? For so long, I had been desperate for more information, but now…now I didn’t want that memory. It was better if I never had to live it at all.
“There’s a good girl. Come for me.”
“Who will want you now?”
No, no, no. Go away.
I blinked back his voice and kissed her again, harder, more desperate than before.
“Let me touch you, Miri.” Ivy kissed her way down my neck, grabbing my hands so her fingers could intertwine with mine. I thought back to the girl she’d been when I met her, so innocent and terrified when it came to sex. It was all I could do to resist her that entire year, and when I finally gained the courage to kiss her, she’d trembled so hard, I thought she might fall apart. The first night between us, when I’d drunkenly taken what I wanted, she’d been nervous about doing it wrong. My, how the tables had turned.
“Yes, please,” I told her.
She hummed in approval, liking the sound of that, before sliding her hands down my torso and dipping them under the tank top. Pushing the fabric over my head, she threw it to the side and returned her attention to my body. I watched as Ivy dragged her tongue down my sternum, lapping at one nipple while caressing the other with her thumb, sending sparks over my skin and between my legs.
“You are so amazing, Miri,” she said, sucking the tender flesh between her lips. A surge of wet heat hit me in the cunt, as if connected to that area of my body with electricity. I moaned and arched into the touch, dragging my fingers over her scalp as she went to the other breast to do the same thing. “I love how soft your skin is.”
The compliment made me blush, the sensation twisting down my chest and into my gut. Ivy took her time working me up, kissing and tasting every inch of my skin like she could find the secret to life inside my soul. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation, how her mouth was like sticking my hand in flames. It sizzled and crackled and I knew I should withdraw because when I got burned, it would hurt a million times worse for the time I spent ignoring the impending doom. But silly, stupid me, I never could keep myself out of trouble.
When her hand drifted to the inside of my thigh, I let it. When her knuckles brushed over the outside of my shorts, I moaned and spread my legs wider so she could slide them down my legs and off my feet. When she gave me one last chance to back out, looking up at me with a kiss to my knee before she said, “Tell me you love me, Miri.”
“I love you,” I murmured.
Her grin melted some of the frost around my heart. It reminded me of that eighteen-year-old version of her, so innocent and curious. I had loved her then, and I loved her still. Infinitely and indefinitely.
“Come for me, Little Thistle. Who will love you now? Will they still want you?”
Ivy sank her teeth into the skin where my leg met my pelvis, not enough to hurt, just enough to bring me back to the present—here, in this bedroom, with her.
“He’s not welcome here,” she whispered, running a gentle hand over the inside of my other leg. “It’s just you and me, understand?”
I nodded and took a deep breath, focusing on the way her hot exhale coasted over my skin, a shocking contrast to the air in the room. It was a cool spring night in the Mid-Atlantic, the bite of winter still lingering in the air, refusing to give way to summer’s greedy grip.
“Do you know how long I’ve ached to get you all to myself?” Ivy said, fluttering her tongue over my clit, staring up at me with those penetrating eyes. Wrapping her hands around my thighs, she tugged me closer to her, kissing and holding and loving me back to myself. “You’re so beautiful and so soft and so… mine.”
I shivered at the word, knowing it rang true deep down in my heart. My feelings about Lex and Carter were so wrapped up in my feelings about Ivy that I’d never know where one stopped and the other began. We were meant to be a four, but this connection held its own special place in my heart.
Ivy licked me, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine and down my legs. She intertwined her fingers with mine on one hand and used the other to hold me down so she could take me the way she wanted. I sagged into her embrace, wanting her harder, yearning for her deeper. I needed to feel her everywhere so that she could burn out the evil rotting away my soul.
There was no progress without destruction, and Ivy could set my heart ablaze like no other. She reached into my molecules and found the pieces that had been petrifying in our distance, incinerating the dead parts so that new life could begin. She sucked and moaned and pushed a finger inside me, rubbing at all the right places to have me melting into the mattress.
“Tell me you love it,” she said. “Tell me you’re still my good princess, my perfect wife.”
“I’m your good princess,” I said, urgency on my lips and in the nod of my head. I wanted her to keep going, to bring me to that special brink like only she could. The pressure built inside me as she lowered her head again, fucking me with her fingers and her face, reminding me why she had always owned me, heart and soul.
I clenched my fists in her hair, the euphoria reaching an apex, and she pulled back to rub my clit, spitting on it so she could go faster. Just when I thought I’d burst with sensation, she leaned down to suck me between her lips. I exploded. My entire world erupted into nothing and everything all at once. My nerves had been electrocuted, and every part of me that had been soiled by the unknown now rang with truth again.
I was meant to be with her. I was meant to be loved by her, by all of them.
She didn’t let me have the aftermath very long. I was vaguely aware of her getting up and going to a dresser across the room, and when she came back, she had a rainbow-striped strap-on around her waist and a bottle of lube in her other hand. She crawled between my legs again as excitement laced through my bloodstream and into my gut. I loved when Ivy fucked me. Sure, the boys could find my G-spot well enough, but Ivy fucked like her soul was on fire.
Cool liquid hit my vulva, followed by Ivy’s fingers smearing it in. She stroked the dildo a few times before lining up at my entrance and inching in, bit by bit. She covered my body with hers, a scalding blanket that comforted me and brought me back to my senses. Her soft breasts pressed against my rib cage, her heart a thunderous riot against my own. When she pressed her forehead to mine and surged the rest of the way in, I sagged in relief. I thought it might hurt. I thought it might bring up memories of whatever had happened to me.
But Ivy kissed my nose and eyes and cheeks, grounding me in the bed with her.
“Don’t ever leave me again, Princess,” Ivy said, rocking into me, finding her rhythm. “I made you a promise, and I won’t be as patient next time.”
A long time ago, I had made Ivy swear never to let me leave her again. If I’d been trapped by my family, she had promised to come rescue me. I never expected to push her away myself. I never expected to one day believe I was a danger to them, to all of them.
“Hey,” she murmured, nuzzling her head against mine while sparks of ecstasy rattled my molecules. “You’re mine. No one’s going to hurt you again. I promise. I swear. You’re mine. You’re mine.” She said it over and over again while she fucked me, as if by repeating it, she could brand it into my skin as a warning to whoever might think to touch me in the future.
I kissed her and met her thrust for thrust, willing myself closer to that edge of climax again. Perhaps I thought that would solve all my problems, that for one perfect moment here in our marital bed, everything else would go away—the king and the queen and what I would do once this was over.
Perhaps I could be strong again. Perhaps I would survive this after all.