Chapter 6
Six
Belle
A driver drops me off outside a large luxury cabin. It’s backed up against the water with towering trees on either side. Private, quiet, and beautiful. The closest neighbor is barely waving distance from where I stand on the front porch. I fix the curls of long hair swaying against my arms in the gentle breeze. I took the last couple of hours to toss aside my dark locks, shave everything, and put enough lotion on so that there was not a dry part left on my body. Instead of the revealing black dress, I opted for an emerald skirt with a slit up the side and a silk top with a bodice wrap complete with zig-zagging ties. Jeweled sandals catch the fading sunlight. A swipe of mascara, a little wing-tip cat eye, and lip gloss complete my casual look.
I reach out to press the doorbell but my finger freezes. All this preparation and now I get cold feet? What am I doing?
Sapphire’s warning echoes in my head. Is she right? Am I doing this to be a rebel or am I really looking for my happiness?
“Hello, Belle.”
I freeze, startled.
The voice comes from behind me. I feel the heat of his eyes on my back as his voice caresses over my senses.
I turn. “Hello.” That’s all I’ve got. My brain disconnects from my mouth momentarily. An irritating recurrence around these men. I stare shamelessly as the man sinks the sharp edge of an ax into a tree stump like it is butter. That’s when I notice the pile of chopped wood at the edge of the porch. He’s shirtless, grinning, and walking toward me before I get my mouth rewired.
“Aziel,” he offers with an easy grin. One hand holds a couple of logs while the other works to rid his chiseled abs of a few clinging wood chips. Hard pecs flex and clench with the jerky movements. I watch all wide-eyed and eager to help with the wood.
“I know your name,” I quip, showing sass. “You just startled me, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry for that.” He steps closer. Evening has set and the yellows and pinks of the sky throw his face into a steep shadow.
Standing next to me I can smell the hint of his cologne mixed with pine needles and freshly chopped wood. That tattoo I caught a peek of earlier is a draped flag that covers his right shoulder and a portion of his arm.
The rest of him is riddled with a few scars, a couple of bullet holes healed over and hard planes of muscle I crave to touch.
I’ve never felt so frantic to reach out and touch a man, but Aziel drives an urgency in me that if I don’t act right now, I might lose the chance. I’ve lusted after a few men before. A couple of days and I couldn’t remember their names. But this man and his friends make me want them. Worse yet, they put a burning need in me that only settles when I am close to them.
“You look good in your element.” I pat myself on the back for sounding normal.
He climbs the stairs, leans in and I sigh softly when his warm lips press against my cheek. “Glad you could make it. We didn’t know if you would bail or see this through.”
He pops the door open, and the smell of fresh garlic bread hooks my senses.
He turns a wolfish grin on me. “Ready to see what the night holds?”
Now I don’t know what I want to eat more—him or the bread. I could try both.
I slam my eyes shut and wonder if my raging heart is going to let my mouth and brain work tonight. They have all the experience in the world and here I am a virgin. There were so many better-suited women for this.
Aziel reaches for me, and I am pulled inside to find Gage and Rush in a large kitchen in the far-left corner of the house. Between us are yards of polished hardwood and not much else. Apparently, they like wide-open spaces as much as I do.
I catch their gazes when they look up and the power of their attention is almost strong enough to knock me back a couple of steps. Luckily, Aziel is behind me closing the door or I might have bolted from the intensity. Back at The Society, it had been strong, but here, in their private home, there’s no buffer between me, my desires, and their aura of power. It is palpable, thick, and covers me the second Aziel closes the door behind us.
My heart races. The way their hair is tousled, and damp says they are freshly showered. Navy-blue cotton drapes over all those bulging muscles the good Lord gave them and Uncle Sam polished. I would wager, the lower half of their bodies are clad in jeans behind that high kitchen counter.
“Fuck,” I mumble and suddenly gasp when Aziel ditches the firewood for me. He sweeps me into his arms, and I go willingly.
“I think I’ll keep you for myself,” he murmurs close to my ear, sending a wash of anticipation through me.
“I’d tie your gorgeous body to my bed and make these two over there suffer watching me have you all to myself.”
I brush back the mussed blond hair from his forehead. “I might let you, too. You’ve got the wild, mountain man vibe going on. I like it. What would you tie me up with?”
My bravado is born from facing off with my brother and all the rough types from Club Genesis. But the predatory hunger I see glinting deep in Aziel’s dark blues tells me I am way out of my depth with these three. Nothing I’ve done to date and none of the men I’ve run into have prepared me for Aziel, Rush, or Gage.
Aziel’s hands tighten on me, making me gasp. His head lowers to mine, making me do the same. “Rope. What else?” he murmurs and pulls my smaller frame into his larger one. His hair is a few shades darker than my own. Not pure blond, but not brown either. I run my hands through the thickness and love how his eyelids dip because of my touch.
Twilight chases the fading day until nothing but moonlight can pour in through the skylights and large bay windows facing the lake. Glittery white light teases over Aziel’s rippling muscles giving him an otherworldly hue.
I can’t resist anymore. I don’t need to, I remind myself. I let my hands roam over the expanse of perfect male pressed against my front. Hot, hard, and perfect. Dips, ridges, and planes—I glide the flat of my palms over them all.
“You look good enough to eat,” Aziel purrs in my ear. Behind me, the other two shuffle around the countertop and it’s not long before heavy footfalls come our way.
“You don’t get a monopoly on her time, asshole. Where the fuck are your manners?”
Aziel flashes me a devilish grin.
I’m plucked out of his arms and before I can miss the heat of his embrace, I’m in Rush’s. No one has an ounce of respect for personal space, and I can’t find it in me to care. I could use a little more skin on skin.
His green eyes drink in my bodice, skirt, and honey-brown hair in one go. “I like this version of you. Always wear your hair down like this. It makes my dick hard as fuck.” His fingers slip into the loose, hanging locks. Long enough to nearly brush my waist, he gathers every inch around his fist and tips my head back until my mouth is angled for him to ravish.
He doesn’t leave me wanting for long. Hard lips crash into mine. I groan into his mouth and savor the sweet taste of tangy sauce on his tongue. From nipples to knees I’m pressed against his tall, hard frame. Each inhale causes friction against my hard tips, sending shudders of anticipation fanning through me.
Such sweet, sweet, torturous anticipation.
He pulls back to where his lips brush against mine when he speaks. “You’ll be beautiful up on that stage taking our cocks. You’re a natural.” The light from overhead domes highlight the heat fusing with my cheeks. He notices and smiles. “Like I said, a natural, baby girl.”
I rest my palms over his chest.
Err…
Hoping to God I don’t hate the answer I have to ask, “Natural as in slutty porn star material or natural as in I’m a sensual person?”
Lips find my neck and teeth follow right after. Rush bites into the tender flesh beneath the pulse point and I cry out, jerking in his hold. I tighten the cloth of his T-shirt in my fist.
“Mm,” he growls against my neck. “So responsive.” Using my hair to keep me prisoner, he runs the other hand down my back and then down farther to grip my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt. The low fire Aziel started inside me back on the porch cranks up a notch to leave me simmering with lust.
“As in you were made for us .”
I tuck the edge of my lower lips between my teeth, unable to breathe from the sheer power of his words. But it’s the way his gaze connects with mine that makes me feel I’ve fallen wholly into their world. How can this be? What the hell is going on with me?
“Rush, let up. Damn animal,” Gage growls and I like the hot, possessive rumble in his voice. It flows over my senses. I angle my head his way and I watch him close the distance between us. His muscular form moves with predatory grace. I lower my eyes with pleasure when his lips brush over mine in a passing tease.
Not a claiming, but a hint of what is to come.
Rush releases my hair and I’m free to lean in close to Gage. His eyes hold mine. God, this man makes common sense seem foreign.
His massive amount of body heat wraps around me from my left and Aziel comes up behind. I reach for them as Rush takes both sides of my face in hand and kisses me so hard, I lose my breath. Hands slide over me, touching me, caressing me where no man has ever dared touch the Constantine princess before now.
But they don’t know that. They don’t need to know my bloodline. They are the good guys, while I’m the bona fide bad girl by every definition but one. I’m a virgin. At least for a little while longer.
When all this ends, we will all go our separate ways. No one will get hurt. My small secret can remain mine.
They push into me, kissing, feeling my curves with rough hands one minute and smooth caresses the next. Miles of refined muscles press against me and I take a big notice of three very aroused and very hard cocks.
Their warm breath brushes over my exposed skin making me shudder. I’m right back where I was when they stole an orgasm back in The Society. I don’t exactly know why I feel so helpless yet in control between them. All I know is if I follow through with how they make me feel I’ll be releasing darker desires inside me I’ve never given a voice to. Not even to Sapphire and definitely not to Polaris. If I’m honest, I’ve barely acknowledged my cravings myself.
Something deep inside me whispers these men will give me whatever I want and so much more.
Hands grab at my waist and ease down the slope of my ass until I feel the hem of my skirt start to rise.
Goosebumps chase the material higher and higher over my hips.
Fuck, yes! Those callused fingers brush up the back of my thighs, up higher until they tease the rounded bottom of my ass cheeks.
“Whatever this is…” I shake my head and look between them. “What is happening between us? And don’t give me a sarcastic answer. It’s like when I’m with you three I can’t think, I can’t breathe. I feel like I’ve known you forever. That can’t be right.”
“I don’t know.”
Rush’s honesty shocks me. His hands on me turn harsher. Like he’s afraid I might not be real. “But you feel perfect where you are. Fuck anything else or anyone else who wants to say otherwise.”
There’s something deeper behind his words. A meaning I don’t have access to.
“Let’s find out, sweetheart.” Aziel is on his knees in front of me with his lips and hands exploring the fraction of revealed skin at my abdomen.
“I don’t think we have to worry about chemistry.”
There’s not an ounce of humor in Gage’s tone and his expression is dead serious when I raise my eyes to find his. He’s peering down at me in a way that lures a dark part of my soul to the surface.
I trust him. All of them. The thought penetrates my mind, soul, and body.
My pulse hammers so hard I can feel the rush of my blood speeding through my body.
Aziel makes the first move. His fingers turn gentle as he sweeps my hair to the side to reveal the soft incline of my neck. He finds the ties to my bodice and when I think he’s going to pull the ends, Gage drags a knife out of somewhere.
“Oh!” I inhale sharply as he spins me around.
“Hands on them,” I’m ordered gruffly.
Strong, capable hands catch me. Aziel and Rush, both lean me forward, and not until I feel the tight constraint of my bodice give, do I realize Gage’s intentions.
And it’s hot as fuck. I rise to the tips of my toes and brush my lips over first Rush’s then Aziel’s. A small amount of skin peeks out between the top of my skirt and the hem of my silk blouse. Curious hands find it and tease over the heated flesh. Whose? I don’t know and I don’t care.
My bodice loosens one loop at a time. Since it’s my only form of support, my breasts sway and the tips pucker. Both men at my front growl.
“Someone came dressed for the occasion. Let’s see what you have on beneath this pretty thing, baby girl.”
Admittedly, not much. And they know it. Wait until they see what else I have in store for them.
Rush pulls the dark-green bodice from around my torso and tosses it on the large dining room table, leaving my top half clad in only a very transparent white, silk blouse.
Aziel slides his mouth over the curve of my jaw. He pulls back the soft collar of my blouse in order to tease his seeking lips over my exposed collarbone. Rush comes in from the other side to repeat the sweet torture. They work together to pull me closer to the edge of another toe-curling orgasm.
“God, you even taste like perfection,” Rush mouths tenderly over my skin, making me flush hot. His voice is thick and full of lust.
I bury my hands in their hair and hold them to me. “I had no idea foreplay could be so arousing.”
“Let us teach you more.”
From behind me, strong fingers bury into my long hair, and I’m pulled back into a hard chest. From my ass to my shoulder blades, I’m flush against a well-built man with hunger in his eyes. I caress the hard line of his jaw, the sharp angles of his brows and the lines of worry etched into the soft skin at the corners of his eyes.
Gage is nothing if not a full-blooded alpha.
My lips part and he takes that as an invitation to steal what he wants like a raiding Viking.
His tongue sweeps over mine, gentle at first, and then the facade of easy and tender dissolves to reveal a demanding man beneath.
His hold on my hair tightens and I’m suddenly pinned in place. No escape. No safe word. No one to save me.
And I love it.
I gasp into his mouth and kiss him back just as eagerly. Pain and pleasure wash through me. I moan, whimper and I can’t stop the thundering of my heart. It starts in my knees. My weight becomes too much and then the full-on tremble doesn’t stop until all of me is shaking and short of breath. Not because of the burn on my scalp, the threat of the massive cock pressed into my ass or that I am scared.
No, the feel of molten heat encasing first one nipple and then the other over the silk of my blouse is what has me ready to beg for everything they want to give me.
Gage encases my throat with his other hand and his fingers tighten one by one. My eyes fly open to find him staring down at me. He likes taking control. And that deep, dark part of me I’ve never acknowledged likes giving it.
Pulses of heat flood my system and it’s like all three have tapped into exactly what my body craves. Their controlling forces, fierce possession, and demanding mouths all make hot liquid spill to wet between my thighs. My pussy clenches with the need to have them there . Filling me up, fulfilling all the forbidden desires I’ve had for years with no source of outlet to grant them.
Not a word is spoken between us. No, “tell us to stop, and we will” or “We will be gentle”. These men know what they want. On the flip side, so do I.
I break the kiss, but Gage has other ideas. His eyes burn into me. The cock digging into my ass grows stiffer. He releases my hair to reach around and wrap those same fingers over the tender flesh of my breast. I arch into his branding touch and moan with exquisite delight.
“Fuck, Gage!” I groan and his hold turns punishing, making me only want more. I might be bruised in the morning, but I’ll take his marks.
Holding my neck so that I can’t move, he tightens his hold and retakes my mouth. He strokes the pad of his tongue over the plumpness of my bottom lip, and I do as he silently commands and open for him.
My internal safety meter is pinging off the charts. Not from them. I was raised to notice danger and neither Gage, Rush, nor Aziel poses a threat to me.
But myself? I’m in danger of combusting if they don’t do something about my throbbing clit.
I groan with a fresh wave of frustration. I can’t think with how the juices slip to wet my thighs. I sway and rock my hips to feel more of Gage’s cock against my rear.
The room becomes a blur, and my fingers grip them for purchase.
I close my eyes against the torment of needing them so badly. “Get me undressed.”