Chapter Fifty-Nine
AURELIA
Scorched earth.
That’s what our lonely cliff looks like when the four of us step onto it again more than a year after the fire.
The few trees that are still standing are blackened, the ground is charred, and the vegetation is sparse.
The cabin, which used to mean home, is nothing but a ruin at the edge of the cliff.
Decades.
It’s what the forestry team that escorted us up told us it could take before the cliff and the forest surrounding it are back to what they used to be.
The fire didn’t take it all. The night Isaac burned everything down, at least a dozen helicopters carrying water arrived to quickly put it out.
The walls of water falling down from the sky were the last I saw of the cliff and Big Bear as we were being flown away.
But there’s life here too.
Because clinging to the charred trunks of the trees are spots of fuzzy green.
Wildflowers are already beginning to spring from the ground along with some herbaceous plants and other green shoots.
It’s going to be a long recovery, but we’ve been doing everything we can to help it along and return this home to the wildlife.
“We should get going before it’s dark,” Zeke suggests after he walks over to stand next to me at the edge of the cliff.
“You think he’s still down there?” I ask.
“Must be,” Zeke mumbles as he peers over the edge. “We would have heard about it if anyone had found the body.”
“Maybe some bears got him,” I muse. “I heard they like porridge.”
It takes Zeke a second to draw forth the image of what Isaac’s corpse must have looked like after a fall like that, and then he snorts at the storybook reference. He drops his arm over my shoulders, and I let him steer me away.
Thorin and Khalil are already waiting at the top of the hill for the hike down to where we left the ATVs.
From there, we head to Little Bear where we plan to camp for the weekend.
Nico, who is almost one, is back at the ranch with Khalil’s parents, who we also invited up with us for our return to the Cold Peaks.
It took them a minute to get used to our quad plus the addition of Zeke’s alters, but their love for their son helped them push through their shock and discomfort.
It also helps that they adore Nico and me.
“I never thought I’d see this place again,” I confess over the roar of the water once we reach the hidden waterfall and drop all our gear. My gaze immediately travels to the cliff where Zeke first kissed me, and I see him glance at it too out of the corner of my eye as he responds.
“Neither did I.”
We make quick work of setting up camp. Well, they do. I get led away by one of them to a rock to sit whenever I try to help, so I get started on dinner instead and end up eating it without them when they’re still cursing and fighting with the tent an hour later.
“Don’t tell me I’ve spoiled you and you forgot all your survival instincts.”
Thorin throws me a glare over the top of the collapsing tent while Khalil fusses at him to pull. I keep my smile small to avoid laughing, and Thorin’s gaze narrows before he turns his head and barks something back at Khalil.
It took my mountain men some time to acclimate to life back on the grid, but having the best of everything money can buy helped a lot.
Thorin’s been complaining that all my frills are making them soft, so I loaded them up on my private plane and surprised them with a trip back to the Cold Peaks so that my big burly brutes can rough it for a little while.
The tent is finally up a few minutes later, and my guys join me around the fire I started.
“Why are your clothes still on?” Thorin asks me with his focus still on his food. My heart thuds against my chest as goose bumps spread over my skin, and then his blue gaze slowly rises to meet mine when I don’t move.
I jerk to my feet at the unspoken command, feeling my skin flush from the fire and the weight of all their attention as I lift my thin T-shirt over my head.
I feel their eyes tracing my exposed skin as I drop the shirt and move my hands down to my denim shorts.
I see Khalil’s eyes glowing even brighter in the firelight when I peel them off my hips and over my ass.
The shorts drop to my feet and I kick them away before unhooking my sports bra from the front and discarding my thong.
“Turn around and put your hands on the log,” Khalil commands softly the moment I’m naked. “Let the birthday boy see you.”
My gaze finds Zeke’s, and I smile softly as I hold it until I’m forced to let it go when I turn around and bend over for his gaze. And because I’m me, I give a teasing wiggle and hear several groans chorusing around me.
“Fuck, princess.” I start to tremble when I hear Zeke stand and then walk over to run a hand over my ass appreciatively. “You make me want to devour you when you’re like this, did you know that?”
I don’t have a chance to respond because he’s kneeling and shoving his face between my thighs.
Zeke’s tongue is a hot brand on my pussy as he tastes my arousal while creating more, like the never-ending waterfall just a few feet away. My cries as he licks me from behind mingle with the rush of the falls, the crackling of the fire, and his thick tongue swirling through my wetness.
Zeke is an insatiable eater, and I so love feeding him.
It’s over too soon though because the moment he flicks my clit after teasing me to the brink, I’m coming with a whispered curse on his tongue.
“Mmm,” Zeke moans with a smack of his lips. “Best birthday cake ever.” It reminds me of how he wouldn’t let me bake him one the first time we met two years ago.
He stands, and then I hear the rustle of him dropping the shorts he’s wearing before he’s lining his thick crown up with my entrance and plunging inside with a groan from us both.
Zeke’s dick is long, so it feels as if he’s tunneling inside of me forever before he reaches the base.
It feels exactly like the invasion it’s meant to be and I’m helpless against the power of his thrusts as he uses me roughly to get himself off.
Suddenly, his thumbs are digging into the base of my spine hard enough to make me wince, so I twist my upper body to get a glimpse of him.
From this angle, all I can see is his head and shoulders partially cast in shadow from the glow of the setting sun behind him, but the eerie feeling I associate with only one of Zeke’s alters ripples through me and I gasp.
“Bane?” I whisper so that Khalil and Thorin don’t overhear. If they knew it was the violent and unpredictable alter inside of me right now, they’d freak out. “Oh God. Is that you?”
“Mine.”
My lips fall open to scream for Thorin and Khalil, but rather than a cry of alarm, I let out a long moan as I feel my pussy tighten and flutter around him in excitement.
It feels like a dirty little secret when I prop a foot onto the log and open myself up more for Bane’s ruthless pounding.
Despite the undercurrent of danger, I can’t take my eyes away from the stillness in his expression even now, my cries growing sharper and higher as we lose ourselves in the forbidden fuck.
I swore to them all after the gala, when they saw for themselves how possessive Bane was of me, that I wouldn’t take the risk of calling for him, and the promise seemed easy enough to keep until now.
“Ohhhh,” I cry out when his unskilled pace quickens. “God, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
And as if I’m not being screwed within an inch of my life mere steps away, I hear Thorin and Khalil talking among themselves about hunting later, adding to the humiliation and the fantasy of being used.
Bane comes inside me and then whispers Mine again before going still.
A moment later, Zeke is back, and he looks confused until I give him a tremulous smile, and the question in his eyes clears as he realizes what must have happened.
I shake my head, silently begging him not to ruin this, and he swears before hooking his forearm around my waist and roughly lifting me from the ground.
He walks me over to Thorin, who immediately ends his conversation with Khalil about their plans for a new cabin and grabs me when I move to crawl into his lap.
“I don’t want to wait,” I say with a kiss as I reach between us and rip open his shorts—just in case he has plans to tease and torture me first. “I want it right now, okay?” He’s already hard from pretending not to watch Zeke and me, so I have his thick crown fitted against my tight little pussy in no time.
“Such a good wolf,” Thorin says as I eagerly lower myself down. “Taking all of our cocks like a sweet little slut.”
My nipples harden even more at the degrading pet name, and then I’m throwing myself against his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss him deeply.
Thorin groans in my mouth while he uses his hands on my ass to bounce me in his lap.
I’m so lost to the feeling of him moving inside me that I barely notice when he shifts his body on the wide log, turning us both while I take over bouncing on his dick.
Thorin lies down, and I feel another set of hands grabbing my hair and forcing my head back.
Khalil.
His thick, pretty dick is suddenly in my face, and I open my mouth for him immediately. I feel my lips stretch wonderfully when he stuffs himself inside. My head is already bobbing by the time I hear the top of a bottle pop open and the lube undoubtedly being squirted on Zeke’s fingers and dick.
Like a well-rehearsed dance because we’ve done this so many times, I hold on to Khalil and lean into Thorin when I feel Zeke straddle the log behind me.
“Show me that sweet little hole, Princess.”
Releasing an excited moan muffled by Khalil’s dick, I reach behind me and spread my ass for him, feeling my anus pucker from the exposure to the warm spring air. A moment later, two of Zeke’s slick fingers are pressing inside and Thorin is holding me still for the invasion when I start to squirm.
Every time he pushes his fingers deep, I tighten around Thorin, and he swears while letting his head roll around on the log like he’s being tortured.
Meanwhile, I’m gazing up at Khalil and his dark coily hair, loose around his shoulders.
He still refuses to cut it, and in moments like these, I’m glad for it as I drink in the way it frames his gorgeous face while he feeds me his dick.
“Shit, Goldilocks. You’re going to make me come looking at me like that.”
I attempt to respond around his length that just comes out like a wet garble and ends on a whine when I feel Zeke carefully remove his fingers and immediately replace them with his slick crown. He doesn’t push inside though until I relax from the natural reaction of tensing.
But when he does…
I think my eyes roll back in my head, but I can’t be sure because Khalil, Thorin, and Zeke start moving as one and all I can remember is floating on a cloud wrapped in darkness and sin as they grunt and curse and groan and lose themselves to the pleasure of having me trapped between them.
After, when I’m painted in their cum inside and out, I’m picked up by Khalil, and the others soon follow as he carries me into the water.
We stop when the water is waist deep, and then he sets me down.
I’m surrounded immediately by my men who are just as wild as ever despite following me back into my world of glitz and glamour, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Feeling content, I close my eyes and bask in the praise they shower me with as they use the sponges and soap Thorin and Zeke brought with them to bathe them from my body.
This is the part I enjoy the most—my men carefully piecing me together after brutally ripping me apart.
“I love you, Goldilocks.”
“Best and most terrifying, songbird,” Thorin reminds me.
“You make me feel whole, Princess.”
I’m bawling and whimpering like a baby and swearing through my ragged cries that they do it just to make me cry.
I hear their chuckles and then feel their lips on my shoulder, forehead, and breasts as they attempt to console me and apologize for making me feel so happy and cherished.
I have no way of knowing which mouth belongs to who.
All I can do is tip my head toward the darkening sky when I feel their hands began to roam again with more purpose and give thanks that it was in these wilds I fell.
I’m still feeling raw about them splitting me open and stuffing their feelings inside, but luckily, I know the perfect way to get even. After we’d fucked and bathed once more before leaving the pool, I manage to sneak over to the path leading to the top of the waterfall.
I’m almost to the top of the cliff when I hear Zeke call after me. “Princess, what the fuck are you doing?”
Ignoring him, I find the exact spot where he jumped, and then I begin to back away with an evil grin when I hear him yell, “Holy fuck, she’s going to jump.”
Thorin and Khalil look up from the knives one of them is sharpening and the knot the other one is tying in a rope and when they see me, those overbearing assholes drop everything and start sprinting toward the path.
Only Zeke remains as if he can’t look away and since I know Thorin and Khalil will be up here in a flash, I quickly judge the distance I put between me and the edge before deciding it’ll have to be enough when I see Thorin’s head crest the path.
I start sprinting toward the edge to their combined shouts, and at the very last second…I leap.
I instantly regret it, but it’s too late now as I plummet with a scream toward the surface of the moonlit water.
My ass is still stinging hours later after we’re all piled inside the tent for the night. After my big leap, I was forced to flee the hidden oasis when I took one look at the dark scowls on the faces of my mountain men and ran the other way.
They chased, of course, and it ended with me tossed over a tree stump, my hands bound with rope, and my mouth gagged with Thorin’s shirt as they took turns stripping my ass raw.
“Sunshine’s been a naughty girl,” Seth says into the quiet dark of our tent. I’d woken him up a couple of hours ago once Zeke’s time was up, and he immediately dared me to do it again after accessing all of Zeke’s recent memories.
And I do mean all of them.
“He’s right,” I confess with a yawn and a stretch as I get comfortable inside the bedroll I share with him. Feeling sated, I let my eyes drift closed to the sound of Seth’s heartbeat, and I’m already falling sleeping with a smile on my face when I mumble, “I fucked Bane.”
The tent immediately explodes with Seth’s loud cackles and Khalil and Thorin’s combined roar, “You what?”