Chapter Twenty Two #2
I groan as Nash shifts the rose between my aching breasts and skims it over my tightened nipple. Theo pinches the other, the contrast between rough and silk making my head spin.
“Nash, I need you.”
“Hearing you beg is pushing at my control, Daphne.” He fists himself before allowing the other part of him to grow. I bite my bottom lip.
“Which is making your pulse trip harder, Daphne?” Theo growls in my ear. “Both? One? Choices, choices.”
“At this point, I don’t care. I just need to come.”
Nash slides his hands down my legs to my ankles and draws them apart, spreading them over Theo’s thighs and opening me wide for Nash’s gaze. He shakes his head like he’s doubting himself, and I snatch the hand clutching the rose and drag him closer.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Hold yourself back from me. Don’t hide the parts you think are too scary or the ones you believe I can’t handle. Trust me.”
He throws the rose over his shoulder and kisses me so deeply and thoroughly I can hardly breathe.
Then he’s right there, nudging at my entrance.
My mind tries to work out what he’s chosen to work with for our first time, but I think not knowing is better.
Who cares when it feels this fantastic? He doesn’t break away from my mouth as he pulls back a little before pressing forward, feeding me his cock inch by inch until our bodies are flush and I feel impossibly full and complete.
“Not a virgin,” I mutter.
“Wait, what?”
“I wondered if I was a born-again virgin. Glad to report no.”
Theo chuckles. “Didn’t know that was a concern.”
Nash leans his forehead against my own, keeping my eyes hostage. “You are so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at you. And yet, I can’t look away.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” I breathe, tugging on his hair. “If you don’t look away, I won’t.”
His lips lift. “Deal.”
“Seconded,” Theo rumbles.
Nash withdraws, igniting every nerve ending as he torments me with the slow glide of his flesh against mine. I’m so close I could scream.
He sinks back inside, and my breath catches at the impossible fullness.
“You good?” he checks. It’s the sweetest freaking thing he’s ever said or done—checking in while holding my body at his mercy.
“Always.” So long as I’m with them, I will always be good.
“Can you take more?”
Can I? I’m happy to die trying. I blink and nod once. He raises an unimpressed brow. “Yes.” I swallow as he expands in width, not length, watching me for any sign of pain. There’s a whisper of it, but if anything, it heightens what’s happening between us.
Nash gazes between our bodies. “You were made for us.” His words are full of wonder, as if he’s shocked but on the verge of acceptance.
I can feel the slither of his soul tangled against mine, refusing to let him be free of me.
He did this when he wished me back to life and gifted the universe with his deepest fear—that he would never love again.
“Play with her breasts, brother,” Nash demands.
Theo’s hands slide obediently across my chest, cupping and massaging them while interspersing with pinches that make both Nash and me hiss.
I wriggle in Theo’s lap. “I need you to move.”
Nash’s smile is wicked, like he’s been waiting for exactly this moment. He rears back and punches his hips forward, testing my limits. I cry out, but not from pain. This is pleasure in its purest form, our bodies doing what they were made for.
“More.”
Nash sets a punishing rhythm, and I am helpless to do anything except surrender to his arms. My back arches as he rubs against something deep and unbelievably good.
“You want to come?” he asks through gritted teeth.
I give him an unimpressed stare. Is Charming a founding member of the Fancy Foot Fetish Club? “Yes.”
He presses his thumb against my clit, buries himself inside my body, and circles it once, twice. My hands land on Theo’s outer thighs and a scream tears from my throat as I convulse around him. He gazes at me like I’m the most fascinating creature he’s ever seen.
“Bloody Blazes,” he growls.
“She’s a freaking dream when she comes apart around you,” Theo agrees. “Hard not to follow her.”
Nash shakes his head. “Not yet. I’m not done.”
My body sags, my limbs limp, muscles relaxed. Theo guides my arms up to wrap around his neck, then kisses me as I fall back to the ground, light as a feather. Nash withdraws from my body, and I tear my mouth free to scowl at my dark knight. “What are you doing?”
He shares a look with Theo over my shoulder, some kind of freaky brother silent communication going on.
The next second I’m straddling Nash’s lap, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pushes inside me once more.
His hand tangles in my hair, angling my head to kiss me as he manipulates my body with ease before scraping his teeth down my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt and tingles to fizzle down my spine.
The heat returns, along with endless, greedy need.
Heat caresses my back, and his masculine wood smoke scent surrounds me as Theo gets close. His lips kiss my spine as Nash urges my body into a rhythm that blanks my thoughts beyond more, harder, faster.
Theo grips my ass cheeks and nips one. What is he doing? I twist my head. Nash fists my hair and pulls me back to face him.
“Stay focused on me,” he demands.
But... Oh. My. Holy. Idol. Babies.
Theo’s tongue caresses my ass, igniting nerve endings that I didn’t even know I had. He pushes the tip of his finger inside, and I clench in panic.
“Relax,” Nash murmurs. “We won’t hurt you. You have all the power, remember?”
“Yes,” I whisper. The sensation isn’t bad, just unusual.
He works his full finger inside and then another, stretching me, but there’s no pain. I give myself over to what they’re doing and how they’re making me feel. Out of control, but protected.
Really, this is inevitable. One doesn’t court four knights and not expect every hole to be utilized.
Theo laughs against my ass.
The thought of them both inside me is terrifying and intoxicating. I want it. Now.
“She’s tight. Take it easy,” Theo rumbles.
“You ready for threefold?”
This isn’t threefold? I nod and suck in a breath. He stops moving and waits for my words.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
Theo’s heat disappears from my back. Nash pulls out, flips me onto my belly, and yanks my hips up, exposing me to his gaze. How is this going to work? I push up on my hands and meet Theo’s amused eyes as he fists his cock, smoothing the precum over the head. My mouth waters in anticipation.
Nash nudges his knee between mine, widening my legs. “Perfect. Don’t move,” he growls.
The dominating tone makes my pussy clench. “I need you,” I whisper with a look over my shoulder. I shouldn’t have looked. Or maybe I should look more? He coaxes both erections with slow, alternating strokes.
Oh. Oh, my. I bite my lip and raise my gaze to meet his.
“You want me?” he checks.
“Yesterday, today, tomorrow, and for every diurnal that follows.”
His shadows spill out across the cave, as if stretching in their rare freedom.
With one firm hand on my hip to keep me steady, he lodges the bottom biggest erection at my opening and pushes in until the smaller one teases my ass.
A shiver runs down my spine as I push back a little. He hisses, his grip turning bruising. “Don’t move. All you need to do is take it,” he demands.
Theo watches everything with his pupils blown wide. Nash inches inside, even slower than before. I know he’s being careful, but I just need to feel him. Now. I wink at Theo, and his lips twitch as I push back with a jerk, impaling myself on both cocks.
My eyes sting as the stretch burns oh so good. I’m quickly learning that pain transformed to pleasure is the best freaking kind.
“Naughty,” Nash huffs while holding himself deep and still inside me.
“Are you waiting for an invitation, or have you fallen asleep on the job?” I taunt. I have to get him to give in to what he wants and needs.
A fist tangles in my hair and yanks me so my back is against his chest. “Do I feel asleep?”
“I don’t know. I think I drifted off. Wake me up when threefold starts.”
“Blazes,” Theo mutters with a chuckle.
I rest my head against Nash’s shoulder and let my eyes flutter closed in mock snooze fest.
“I swear you will be the death of me,” Nash rumbles.
They were already the death of me, so fair is fair that I do the same for them.
“I think she needs something better to do with her mouth,” Theo muses.
I peek one eye open. What game are you playing?
He slides further down the bed and arches a brow.
“Open your mouth, Daphne,” Nash demands. “Nice and wide.” He guides me down onto Theo’s waiting erection. He stretches my mouth, and I relax my jaw to try to accommodate him. Theo groans low.
“Put your hand on his thigh.”
I follow the direction, my nails leaving little crescents behind in his flesh.
“Now, if you need to stop, you slap his thigh. Do it now.”
I drag in air through my nose and smack Theo’s thigh. His cock jerks in my mouth.
Theo’s hands press on either side of my head while guiding me up and down, getting me used to his size and how he feels again. I need to do more of this, to get better at it and learn what drives them crazy.
Nash strokes into me a few teasing times. When I don’t do anything other than work out how to take an extra inch into my throat with a well-timed swallow, he gets the point that I’m good and he unleashes himself. The fullness is impossible and incredible.
Theo keeps me steady so I don’t impale myself as Nash’s movements get more uncoordinated.
He begins chasing his own pleasure instead of worrying about mine, and that is what undoes me.
I come, clenching around both of his cocks in an orgasm that’s so powerful I think I black out for a tempo.
Theo roars his release as it hits the back of my throat, and I swallow every last drop while Nash loses control and slams inside my rippling pussy.
He holds himself deep as he comes with a shout that could wake a kingdom.
He rests his head against my spine, his breathing ragged and heart racing so hard and fast I can feel the vibration.
I release Theo’s still semi-erect cock from my mouth, letting it bounce on his stomach. Nash pulls out of me, and I hiss. Okay, that’s a little sore, but worth it. So freaking worth it.
Nash scoops me into his arms and steps back into the pool. I curl into his chest and kiss his stubbled jaw. “Threefold was so worth it,” I murmur. “For the record, I was never asleep.”
He snorts as the soothing heated water surrounds us. “Never thought otherwise.”
“I love you,” I whisper before I let sleep claim me, much as I have claimed all my knights.