Chapter 50
Chapter Fifty
Fox
I follow them all up the stairs to the very top of the Princes’ Tower and into Briony’s room. I’ve been here on occasion, but never with the other three, and I hesitate by the door, still a little unsure.
Beaufort must sense this, because he turns and places his hand on my shoulder.
“You heard Dray,” he said. “What are you waiting for?”
Fate has bound me to Briony, has bound the three of them to her as well.
The result: all our fates are locked together.
But I’ve always sensed that the Princes are only prepared to tolerate me for Briony’s sake.
An impression that’s quashed in the next moment by Beaufort of all people.
Those hard, silver eyes of his seem softer these days.
Or maybe that’s just seeing the man with our mate and with that little girl. He squeezes my shoulder.
“You’re a part of this, Fox,” he says. “You’re a part of us. A bond brother.”
“I’m a vamp …” I begin, starting to argue with him and then remembering Veronica’s dying words out there among the trees. I considered it nonsense. But now …
Beaufort cocks his head to one side, and Briony emerges from the darkness of the room to stand in front of me too.
“Are you, though, Fox?” she asks, resting her palm above my heart. A heart that’s beating. It’s been beating for days. Steady and sure and constant. She lifts her hand to my face, rests it against my skin; skin that’s warm, not cold.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “As she was dying, Veronica muttered something to me. I dismissed it at the time. I thought it was the ramblings of a dying woman. But now …”
“What did she say?”
“That I’m not vampiric anymore. That I’m mortal.”
“Human,” Briony says.
“Is that possible?” Beaufort asks. His hand remains on my shoulder.
“I never read about it in any book,” I say, “I was never told it was possible by anyone. But so many things have happened that we were told were impossible. Maybe this too.” I peer into her eyes.
“It’s because of you, Briony. Your blood running in my veins.
Your light chasing away all the darkness, bringing me back to life. ”
“But if you’re human now, does that mean you won’t need to feed anymore?” she asks, pouting at the idea.
“I don’t think so. I’m not hungry for it anymore.”
She pouts even harder. I lower my head a little to meet her green gaze.
“I am hungry for other things, though, Miss Storm.”
“Yeah, like what?” Dray calls out eagerly from behind her.
I groan. “So many things.”
“Yeah, Prof,” Dray continues, “but she likes it when you’re specific. She likes it when you say it.”
I raise an eyebrow in question, still staring at my mate. She bites down on her lip and nods. “I do like it,” she admits.
“Then what I want to do, little mate, is share you with these others. I want to have you while they watch. I want to watch while they have you. I want to take you all the ways it’s possible to have a woman. I want to share you, every part of you.”
Her cheeks blossom red. Her pupils dilate.
She bites so hard on her lip, the color bleaches for a moment.
I am human now and I may have lost this need for feeding and for blood, but I seem to have retained my vampiric sense of smell.
Because the aroma of her arousal is strong in my nose.
The wolf smells it too and, in the next moment, we’re both on her, stripping the clothes from her body, mouths and hands all over her.
I yank at my own clothes too, ripping them away.
And then, in the chaos of falling clothes, wet kisses and soft skin, the five of us end up together on her giant bed. All of us naked.
Briony lies in the center of us all. Her long golden hair splayed out around her head like a crown, her skin like moonlight in the darkness. She’s all soft lines, curves, gentle sweeps, tender skin, and soft flesh. A contrast to the four of us – hard, solid, strong.
She’s something none of us can resist. All four of us can’t keep our hands or our mouths from her body.
I lie beside her and kiss her breast, sucking on her taut pert nipple, ringing it with my tongue, nibbling it with my teeth.
Thorne is kissing her mouth, her jaw, her neck.
Dray is buried between her legs. And Beaufort kisses her other breast as his hand tickles across her belly.
If I didn’t know how turned on she was from the little cries and murmurs and gasps she makes, I’d know it from the way she smells. Wet and needy and ready.
Dray slurps between her legs like a wild thing, and I can’t help raise my head and watch him pleasuring our mate, licking through her folds, flicking her sensitive nub, diving his tongue deep inside her.
Her skin flushes pink. Her spine arches.
She buries her fingers in his long platinum hair.
Her eyes flutter open and shut. And the words she’s muttering make no sense at all.
“That’s it,” I say, rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb, pinching it. “Come, little mate, come for us. Come into his mouth and onto his tongue.”
She loves those dirty words, groaning loudly, shuddering so hard she makes the bed shake. And then she does come. A hard orgasm that sweeps right through her body.
It’s not enough to sate her, though. Fate has gifted this woman four mates and an appetite to match. She’s demanding more, even as that first orgasm is still fading from her body.
Dray cackles, rolling away as he wipes his hand across his wet mouth.
“You want to be fucked, Little Kitten?” he says.
“Yes,” she whines.
But I’ve already taken his place between her legs and I’m not ready to fuck her yet.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” I say, plunging two fingers into her wet cunt.
It squeezes and convulses around my digits and I mutter a spell, then remove my fingers, all wet with her desire and sink them into her backside next.
Her eyes roll back in their sockets. Her back arches so fiercely she’s nearly lifted right off the bed.
Dray swears under his breath. “Oh, that looks good,” he says. “You’ve had her there, haven’t you, Professor?”
“Yes,” I grunt. “Beaufort and me together.”
Thorne mutters something under his breath.
I know this is all relatively new for the man and we need to go slow for him as well as for her.
We’re all in this together, all bound to one another, and for this to work we have to be considerate, patient and careful.
We’re four powerful men and she is only one woman – probably the most powerful woman in the realm now the Empress and Veronica have both gone – yet fragile in so many ways.
I keep my fingers in her backside and slide my thumb into her pussy, massaging her in both those places. Then I’m raising my gaze back to the quietest of all of the Princes.
“Do you want to taste her, Thorne?”
His tongue automatically slides across his lower lip in response to my question.
And he nods his head. Then he’s crawling closer towards her.
She whimpers at the sight of him, attempting to run her hands down his body.
He leans across her and presses his mouth between her legs.
His cock bobs above her head. She stares at it transfixed.
It gives Dray an idea.
“Swing your leg over Little Kitten’s head, Thorne.”
His eyes flick to his bond brother, and he frowns, not understanding.
“Then lower yourself down a little,” he says. “She can suck on your cock while you flick at her clit.”
Our little mate bucks in response, and Thorne follows Dray’s instructions.
She opens her mouth and takes his large cock inside, not even gagging as he must press down her throat.
She sucks and slurps at him. He does the same at her clit.
It drives them both wild, especially as I rub at that point inside her and massage her backside too.
Neither has rhythm nor style, or their wits about them. Both are lost in sensation.
And when I look up, I see Beaufort and Dray watching on with a dark desire, but also a delight.
They wanted this for their bond brother too.
I take it the largest, strongest, and deadliest of the Princes has never had his cock sucked like this before.
In fact he’s probably never had it sucked at all.
He soon loses the ability to pleasure Briony, overcome completely by what she’s doing to him.
He grips and fists the bedsheets, throws his head back.
He thrusts a little, down into her mouth.
Then he lowers his head and watches her sucking him.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dray chuckles.
“So fucking good,” he groans. Then, with a long guttural groan he empties his balls down her throat.
Our little mate splutters and gulps, swallowing as much of his come as she can, just as much of it spilling from her lips and down her chin. I never comprehended that watching her with another of her mates could be this erotic. But it is.
My cock is rock hard. Pumped full of that warm, vibrant blood. Powered by a newly awakened heart. And I can’t hold back any longer.
I stand between her legs, open her thighs wide and thrust into her wet pussy, stars exploding across my vision as I do.
It’s always been good with Briony. The best it’s ever been.
But this, this is something else. I was only half alive before.
Dancing the line between life and death.
But now I’m human. With fully human desires, fully human wants, and a fully functioning cock that wants nothing more than to fuck and fuck and fuck her.
Thorne has fallen back on the mattress, his chest falling and rising as he pants, trying to catch his breath. And all three of the others are watching us as Briony writhes and moans like something possessed in the center of the bed. Wild and beautiful and truly enchanting.
She throws her hands above her head and her light magic flickers on her fingertips. The colors swim across her skin. The sounds she makes are like music.
I’ve never seen or heard anything so beautiful. And I know, even when we grow old together, I will still find her the most beautiful creature, the most beautiful thing there is that exists, in all of this universe. My mate. My Briony. My brave, wonderful girl.
She’s given me so much. So much that I thought I’d lost forever. A purpose. A belonging. My family. Even my damn life.
“I love you Briony Storm,” I say as I fuck her at a relentless pace.
“I love you too,” she murmurs. “All of you. But you’re all too far away.”
With those words, the other three are falling on her again. Kissing, caressing, stroking, and petting her as I bring her crashing to another earth-shattering orgasm.
If I think she’ll want to catch her breath, take a moment to breathe after I’ve fucked her to within an inch of her life, well, I should know better by now.
Briony is not like that. She’s demanding more as soon as I’m sliding my soft cock from her pussy.
And Dray’s right there to meet that demand with a demand of his own, insisting he share her with his other bond brother, Beaufort.
I take my place next to Thorne on the bed, frankly exhausted.
“It’s lucky this girl does have four mates,” I mumble to him. “It’s going to take all four of us to keep her satisfied.”
“Yes, it is,” she chimes with a wicked smile as Dray lies down on his back and she climbs on top of him, lowering herself onto his cock and then allowing Beaufort to slide into her backside.
Thorne’s eyes widen with wonderment and he gasps at the spectacle.
“Looks good,” he says.
“Trust me. It’s even better doing it.”
He just shakes his head, not even able to find the words.
We watch as the three of them, a sandwich of bodies, a tangle of limbs, find a rhythm. It’s not clear where one begins or the next ends. They move in sync as if they’ve known these parts all their lives. As if they were truly made to fit together.
And perhaps we were. Perhaps fate designed each of us with our strengths, our weaknesses, our beauties, and our flaws. Each one complementing the other. Each one masking another.
We are stronger together, more powerful. But it’s more than that. We’re better people too, the five of us, when we’re together. Happier people too. Much happier.
I couldn’t be parted from any of them. Not for all the world. And now, with everything changed, with this new beginning dawning, I think there’s a chance that I never will be.