27. Caroline #2
A smile stretches across his face. “Good girl, asking for what you want,” he says with a wink, and he slides across the bed to me. Something flickers across Declan’s face, something close to jealousy, but his fingers keep working at my nipples. I reward him by reaching for the button on his pants.
Declan’s already-sharp face sharpens, his eyes darkening, and he licks his lips like a predator preparing. I see hesitation written on his face, but he still pushes my hand away and unbuttons his pants himself, his long fingers moving deftly.
With Kellan’s tongue flitting across my bottom lip, Rian’s tongue working its way deeper into my pussy, and Declan’s fingers pinching my nipples, all I have to do is close my eyes and enjoy being touched as I touch Declan.
I had forgotten what it felt like to be touched like this at all, let alone by three men at once.
I’m on a cloud, my entire body being pleasured in some way.
Declan’s head falls back, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling, as I stroke him and twist my hand around his shaft, feeling it grow and harden beneath my touch.
His fingers continue to pull at my nipples, and something starts to build in my stomach.
I groan into Kellan’s kiss, and he tightens his grip on my hair, leaning further into it.
“Now I get to fuck you again, finally,” he tells me, slipping out of our kiss to lick my neck. “Or should I say you get to fuck me?”
I shake my head and roll my eyes, then gasp as both Kellan and Declan begin to kiss my neck. My hands fly up to cradle their heads as they make their way down to my nipples.
“You’re so beautiful. Your body is so perfect,” Declan tells me as he sucks on my clavicle. “I didn’t know I would ever have this again.”
My pussy starts to throb wildly around Rian’s tongue.
The way he eats me out is so different than the way Kellan did.
Kellan was lingering, committed to his movements, and Rian is fast and intense.
His tongue flicks wildly at my clit and pumps in and out of my tunnel.
He never stops moving, enjoying my body at the same fast speed the entire time.
The thought, the reminder that at one time or another, I’ve felt all of them, sends electric pulses through my skin. Rian mutters against my thigh to his brothers, “She’s close.”
“You gonna come already, sweetheart?” Declan asks, voice dark and amused. “Just from a little tongue?”
My breath hitches.
“Let her finish,” Kellan murmurs, and I make eye contact with him. One of his eyebrows rises. “Let her fall apart for us.”
Rian wiggles a finger into my asshole and murmurs, “You can come around my tongue, Caroline. Let me feel that beautiful pussy release.”
I shatter. My orgasm isn’t building anymore—it’s happening, tearing through me.
My whole body begins to shake, and a blinding heat rips through my body.
My hands fist the sheets as I come on Rian’s tongue, hips trembling, thighs shaking.
I whimper, “Oh God, oh God, Declan!” I don’t know why I call his name specifically.
When he hears his name, he sits up and touches my clit while I come, dragging it out and helping it along, his eyes boring a hole into me.
I turn my head for a second, and he points my chin back to him, humming, “Eyes on me, little girl.” He doesn’t let me look away, even as I fall apart in front of all of them.
It should be humiliating. It isn’t. It’s power and surrender all at once.
“Good girl,” Declan whispers. “You look so fucking pretty when you break.”
The men all let out sighs and groans of satisfaction at seeing me come from their touches, and there’s a small pause while we all gather and regroup and decide what it means for us.
Declan is first to say it. “I want you.” His fingers find a safe haven between my legs, and I open for him without thought, slick again immediately at his touch. I wrap my hand around the back of his head, and I kiss him like it’s the first time.
Rian pulls back, his chin wet. He kisses my knee and moves aside so Declan can kneel between my legs. My body is still twitching from the orgasm, but he doesn’t give me time to recover.
“Turn her over,” he orders.
Kellan lifts me with gentle strength, flipping me onto my hands and knees. I feel Declan behind me, palms skating down my back, while Kellan kneels in front of me, his cock already hard in his hand.
“Open your mouth.”
I do.
He pushes in, slow and controlled, and I take him deep, letting my lips wrap around him as his fingers fist in my hair. Behind me, Declan’s fingers glide over my slick folds, teasing me open again.
“You’re soaked,” he groans. “Already dripping.”
“She was made for this,” Rian says from somewhere beside us, his voice rough. “Look at her. She wants us all.”
I do.
Declan presses into me, thick and unrelenting. I groan around Kellan’s cock as Declan fills me from behind, his hips snapping forward, setting a rhythm. I feel them both—one inside my mouth, one inside me—and it’s too much, too good.
When Kellan pulls out, Rian takes his place in front of me. He cups my face, kisses me deep before guiding himself to my lips.
“You still want more?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
I nod, desperate.
“Then take it.”
He slides in slow as Declan keeps moving behind me. The stretch is insane. I’m stuffed, dizzy, held in place by Declan’s hands on my hips and Rian’s soft curses as he rocks into my mouth. My body is a live wire, burning at every touch.
Kellan watches, one hand stroking himself as he waits his turn, hunger carved into every line of his face.
Declan reaches around to circle my clit, and I lose it, moaning, trembling, my orgasm crashing down again, harder, faster, until I’m sobbing into Rian’s groin. Declan pulls out, eyes wide with awe. “Jesus,” he breathes. “She’s perfect.”
Kellan follows with a growl and slams into me without mercy. There’s no tenderness, just possession, like he’s trying to fuck every memory of anyone else out of my body. And it works. I come again, raw and ragged, crying out his name, nails digging into his back.
And then I don’t know where anyone is or whose touch is whose. All I know is, I’m surrounded.
I can’t tell the difference between mouths and hands anymore, except that Kellan kisses me like he wants to brand me from the inside out, Declan like he’s apologizing for every rough edge he’s ever shown me. Rian kisses me like he thinks I’m something limited, something he’ll run out of.
And through it all, I’m seen. Not just touched or claimed or fucked. Seen.
They move like they’ve planned this, like they know each other’s rhythm, each other’s cues. But I realize quickly that they’re moving in response to me . My gasps. My trembles. My need.
I fall apart and get put back together in three different pairs of hands.
After, I lie between them, chest rising and falling like I’ve survived something.
In a way, I have. I’ve had weeks of survival.
Declan brushes hair from my forehead like he doesn’t know how to be gentle, but he’s trying.
Rian presses a kiss to my temple. Kellan runs fingers down my spine, slow and sleepy.
“I love you,” I whisper, not knowing who I mean.
Or maybe I mean all of them.
A cell phone rings out in the kitchen, and Rian walks out to get it. Kellan kisses me as he reluctantly extricates his body from me. He kisses me, and I taste myself on him. “I’m going to grab us some water,” he murmurs, peppering my face with more kisses before he slips out of the bed.
When we’re alone, I nestle into Declan’s arm, feeling safe in the space that once choked me. He looks down at me and holds my cheek with one strong hand. His jaw is tight. “Caroline.” His voice is gentle, like he’s preparing me for bad news.
“Yes, Declan?” I hum, attempting to kiss away the tension in the muscle of his jaw. It doesn’t work.
“I know why you felt so guilty before.”
I freeze. His normally dead eyes are lit up with excitement. He only gets excited to wreck something. “Why?” I whisper, my voice cracking. I pull away from him, and he lets me, sitting up.
“I watched you shoot.” He leans forward so his lips graze my cheek, and he whispers into my ear, “You weren’t forced. You pulled the trigger too.”
I stand up quickly, putting space between us. “Stop. That isn’t true.”
He smiles at me, that smile that shows me more rows of teeth than look human, and he shrugs. “I was hoping we could be honest with each other, Caroline. I liked seeing that. Knowing that you were capable of strength.”
“You mean violence,” I interrupt, shaking as I pull my pajamas on over my sticky thighs.
His eyes narrow. “Whatever you call it, you’ll need it.”
From down the hall, one of the boys cries out for me, and my eyes glance over wildly.
“I’ll get him,” Declan says.
“Why would you get him? He’s my son,” I bark. I turn away from the hurt on his face to pad down the hallway.
As I walk away, guilt sneaks in. Because he’s right. I did pull the trigger.
And he saw that, and he didn’t flinch from it. It made him want me more.
I open the bedroom door and see Isaac sweating and whimpering from a nightmare, standing in the moonlight while his brother sleeps. I wrap my arms around him and think of Declan as a child, killing his mother.
The door creaks open, and Declan walks in with a glass of water. “Hey, buddy,” he purrs, squatting down and offering the water to Isaac. “Did you have a bad dream?”
Isaac nods silently, sweat glistening on his forehead as he gulps his water.
“You know what helps is if when you close your eyes, imagine your nightmare but picture yourself beating up the bad guy.”
“Is that what you do?”
“Declan beats up lots of bad guys,” I tell Isaac, straightening his twisted pajama pants. I smile at him.
These boys don’t only belong to me. And as strange as it might be, we are starting to feel like a family, like something chosen and not something I was inducted into through violence.
I can’t tell the difference between the truth and what feels like the truth anymore.