Chapter 28
CHAPTER 28
Sarah
T he mention of Jac brought all the elation I was currently feeling crashing to the ground. “Last I saw him, he was in the dungeon beneath the manor.”
Deacon blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
I had so much to explain, but before I could even start someone knocked on the door. We all fell silent. Since we had been in the throne room, no one had bothered to politely knock at the door.
“Who is it?” Tiger asked, equally cordial.
“Tiger, it’s me, Jac!”
My heart jumped in my chest after Tiger threw open the door. Jac and Omen stood there, both smiling. Jac’s eyes searched the group until they found me and Deacon. He barreled past Tiger and ran straight to us. I wasn’t sure which one of us grabbed the other two first, but I was wrapped up in my men before I took a breath. When I did, my lungs filled with their combined scents, and for the first time in hours, I had hope that everything was going to be okay.
But then, Jac held me at arm’s length and looked in my eyes. “You’re alright?”
I nodded. “I am.”
“And Rex?” he insisted.
I looked back to where his ghost had been, but there was nothing left of him. “Dead and gone.”
“The remnant—"
“Out of me before he was killed,” I assured him.
He searched my face, still looking distraught. “And…and yours?”
“I’m me again, Jac.” I reached up and pressed my hands against his jawline, my throat tight with so many emotions, including regrets. “I’m so sorry about everything I said in the dungeon—"
He gathered me against his mid-section and held me tight, then kissed the top of my head. “Long forgotten.”
I pushed him back so I could look into his eyes. “No, I mean it, Jac. I…when Rex was in my head, he blocked my memories of what he had said and done. Anything that he didn’t want me to think about or remember, I didn’t. And—"
“He did?” Deacon asked incredulously.
I nodded. “Yeah. I couldn’t exactly remember what you had told me about Ode’s family and Rex’s part in their deaths. I couldn’t remember the depth of my love for both of you…I couldn’t remember me . Not in any real way. It was like I was just empty inside.”
“Rex was a strong force,” Jac said sadly, but then he beamed at me. “But you were stronger. How did you do it?”
I blinked up at him. “Do what?”
“How did you kill him?”
I shook my head. “It wasn’t me.”
Jac looked to Deacon. “Did you—"
“It was me,” Ode said from behind him.
Jac turned around, his mouth agape. “ You ?”
“I finally had a chance to pay him back.” Ode lifted her chin. “Once I knew Sarah was okay, I took the opportunity.”
“Forgive me, Ode, but fucking really ?” Omen blurted gleefully.
Ode laughed happily. “Yes. Fucking really.”
Omen grinned. “When we get out of here, remind me to buy you a drink.”
“We’re buying her a whole damned bar,” Jac said, and everyone laughed in agreement.
I introduced Jac and Omen to my sisters and Xylic, who’d remained behind and had watched the exchange, then asked him, “How do you recommend we leave this tower?”
He inclined his head. “As my guests, of course.”
Deacon asked a bit skeptically, “And how would that improve our situation?”
“I am the eldest of the queen’s advisors, and I have lived here the longest,” he said imperiously. “The residents of Faithless are predisposed to me. Additionally, I can muster secure transport for all of your people. Where can I take you?”
“To the ships?” Deacon asked me.
I was immediately torn between my new duty as queen and my desire to be with Jac and Deacon. “If I leave right now, it will look like I am abandoning the city while it’s on fire. I can’t go just yet.”
“The manor?” Xylic suggested.
“Last we were there,” Jac informed us, “it was on fire and overrun with guards stealing anything that wasn’t nailed down.”
“My home, then,” Xylic said with a welcoming smile. “It is not quite as grand as the manor, but I have more than enough room for all of your people for the night.”
I glanced up at him. “And what is in it for you, Xylic?”
He smirked at me. “The first ruler of Faithless who might actually deserve to rule.”
My cheeks heated from his praise. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes, and what is mine is yours for however long you need.”
I checked in with Deacon and Jac with a look. Deacon smiled and gave an affirming nod, but Jac’s brow lined before it softened again. Then he said, “If Deacon trusts him, then I do, too.”
“Then Xylic, yes.”
He ordered a fleet of carriages and with his guard to accompany us, we traveled to his estate at the border between the city’s southern edge and the forest of Halla. The estate was almost as large as Rex’s, and even though it was not as ornate, it was much more comfortable. Far enough from the city that the riots had not even come close to the surrounding neighborhoods. I felt as safe as I could, all things considered.
After we arrived, showered, and changed, Xylic held a supper in our honor, and I couldn’t help but notice that Jenny could not keep her eyes off of Tiger. Not even when he breathed on a spoon and made it hang on his nose to amuse a giggling ghost child who sat next to Xylic. Then Tiger grinned at Jenny and the spoon fell onto the table, making her blush.
I leaned close to Jac and whispered, “I don’t know Tiger well enough, but is that him flirting?”
“I have no idea,” Jac said, his tone bemused as he watched Tiger and Jenny interact. “I’ve never seen him do it.”
“What do you mean, never?”
“I’ve never seen him with a significant other of any kind. Last we spoke on the matter, he was still untouched by another. He’s always been shy about romances of any kind, actually.”
It was hard to imagine a man as virile as Tiger still being a virgin, but I smiled at the pair and kept my voice low. “If anyone can get someone out of their shell, it’s Jenny.”
It was the first supper we had with everyone, and even though I was enjoying watching Elizabeth squirm with every bite of Ladrian food she ate, I had other things on my mind. Sitting so close to my union, one on each side, while trying to maintain some semblance of calm was pure, unadulterated torture. I had wanted to jump them both the moment I saw them, and couldn’t.
I was so relieved when we retired to our temporary lodgings. My sisters shared a room at the end of the hall, and I lost track of where anyone else went. As much as I felt responsible for them all, my body and mind vibrated with need for Deacon and Jac. I desperately needed to feel connected to both of them again.
When I closed my bedroom door, Jac kissed my shoulder from behind. Quietly, he murmured, “I’ve missed you,” and wrapped his arms around me. “Did you miss me?”
I heard the uncertainty in his voice, and I closed my eyes, hating that he felt the need to ask that question. “I missed you the way I missed my remnant.”
His grip on me loosened. “Hmm?” The sound was filled with confusion.
I turned in his arms, seeing that Deacon was already laying on the only bed in the room. “When I am away from you or from Deacon, I miss you like I have lost a hand or a leg. You are both a part of me. Now that I have my sisters and my remnant and the both of you here,” my voice broke as my chest heaved with emotion, “I am whole and complete.”
Jac’s smile was pure relief as his fingers grazed my cheek before they smoothed beneath my hair at the back of my neck. He bent his knees to be more on my level and touched his forehead to mine.
“I know exactly what you mean, baby.” His lips pressed to mine, making my legs weak. All our distance, all the strife, it felt like a faded memory when I was lost to his mouth.
Then he pulled back just enough to murmur, “Tell me what you want.”
My reply was instant. “I want you.”
He swallowed so loudly that I heard it. Tension locked his jaw and his violet eyes pierced mine. In that moment, I realized he was holding himself back.
He stared into my eyes. “What I mean is, things have been… strained between us for a while now, and I don’t want to overstep any issues, if you need to speak on them first.”
Tension built in my body from his sweet consideration, but I worried he needed to talk before we could get to the good stuff. However, since he was willing to wait in case I needed to talk, I decided I should show him the same courtesy, as much as I didn’t want to.
“Is there anything you want to talk about?”
He shook his head. “Not right now.”
Quietly, I bit my bottom lip and asked, “What do you want?”
A sinful grin curved his lips. “You. And Deacon. Naked. On that bed.”
I gave him a mischievous look. “And, um, how exactly would you get us naked?”
“With your permission.”
I sighed like a woman in love, knowing everything was going to be okay with my two companions. “You have it.”
A fire lit in his eyes as he pinched the shoulders of my robes and slid the silken folds down my arms. I had chill bumps from the sensation. Then, he slowly, carefully, lifted my tunic over my head.
I stared at Deacon, while Jac stood behind me and finished leisurely undressing me. Then he leaned his chin on my head as he reached around the front of me for my breasts. My nipples were already hard, but his delicate touches made them so sensitive. We watched Deacon silently stand up and disrobe, before he laid back down. I moved to go to him, but Jac clicked his tongue at me.
“Just wait. I’m not done with you yet.”
He pushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed the nape of my neck, his lips making their way around my body as he turned me to face him. Jac leaned forward for one more kiss on my mouth before he swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, our lips locked together until he laid me next to Deacon. Then, he laid on me, still clothed.
It was a terrible tease—those rough clothes on my soft skin. He ground his hard cock against me, but I was denied by his damned trousers.
Jac leaned over on me and kissed Deacon, so I took the chance and unzipped his pants. Deacon slid his fingers into Jac’s hair, distracting him. I slipped my hand into his pants, and he groaned when I palmed his thick, pulsing cock.
Deacon purred wickedly against Jac’s mouth, “Is she touching you?”
Jac moaned. “Yes.”
“Good.” Deacon rolled Jac onto his back, taking him from me. But then he kissed him one more time and crawled up his body, feeding Jac his cock, his hands fisted in his hair. Deacon let out a delicious growl as he fucked Jac’s mouth.
I wasted no time joining in on the fun, taking Jac’s shaft into my own mouth, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him. Something I didn’t know I would ever get to enjoy again. With long strokes of my tongue, I worshipped his body, using my hands on his length to stroke him where my lips could not reach.
Deacon pulled from Jac’s mouth and moved down to me, whispering in my ear, “I am dying to be inside of you right now.”
Yes, please. I bobbed my head up and down on Jac’s cock as an answer.
He positioned himself behind me, and Jac sat up on his elbows. “For fucks’ sake, let me get naked first.”
I giggled as I released Jac from my mouth, and he scrambled off the bed to quickly strip down. With my hips raised, Deacon brushed the head of his cock against my wet pussy from behind me. I pushed back impatiently, but he smacked my ass and said, “He wants us to wait until he’s naked, Consort.”
My body heaved with eager, needy breaths. I was on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed, watching as Jac ripped away his clothes. Then, gloriously naked, he crawled back to me and fed me his cock, while Deacon continued to tease me with just the head of his shaft.
Above me, my two men’s gazes met, and Jac growled, “Fuck her now,” to Deacon.
Deacon shoved into me, making me moan on Jac’s cock. The stretch in my pussy made me lose my mind. I lost my control, so Deacon held the front of my hips for me, and I was almost suspended in his grip. It seemed neither of them could wait any longer. Jac grabbed the back of my head and pumped between my lips, careful not to choke me with his length, while Deacon pounded me from behind.
When Deacon bent to kiss Jac, his cock thrust deeper into me and held still there. He groaned, “I love you both so much.”
Jac said, “Fuck, I love you, too.”
I tried to speak but couldn’t around the thick cock in my mouth, so I hummed the words instead.
They both laughed, before they continued to bang at my body. I was lost to theirs and ached each time Deacon slammed into me. His hand slipped over my hip and beneath me, finding my sensitive clit. He stroked me there, once, twice, and then forced me to come on him. The heat of them filled me up until I burst again, right after the first orgasm. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but come again. Everything ached and my vision went white.
But the next thing I knew, I was on my side on the bed, panting and covered in sweat, and Deacon was on his back, with Jac on top riding him. He had straddled Deacon’s cock and taken him into his ass.
Deacon’s eyes fluttered back, while Jac moved up and down his shaft. Then, Deacon reached out for me. “Join us,” he said.
I looked at their position, unsure of the dynamics. “How?”
“Like this ,” Jac said, and grabbed my waist.
He picked me up and guided me to straddle Deacon’s stomach so that I was facing him, then he pulled me back onto his cock, filling my pussy with one long stroke, so that all three of us were connected. We all moaned together, while Jac bounced on Deacon’s shaft and worked me on his.
Deacon reached up for my breasts, holding them and pinching my nipples, making me gasp. The sensation sent shivers down to my clit, like my whole body was electric. Whimpering, I rocked back against Jac, working him against my G-spot, my pleasure cresting.
Deacon saw it on my face. “You’re going to come for us again, aren’t you, Consort?”
“ Yes, ” I hissed.
“I want Jac to feel you gripping his thick cock as you come. I want to watch you—actually,” his left hand abandoned my right breast for my clit, plucking that nub of flesh. “I’m going to make you come for him, right now .”
He rubbed my clit just how I liked, and this time I burst on Jac’s cock, my body wracked with intense waves of release. I went weak with my orgasm, and I fell onto Deacon’s chest, panting. He held me there, keeping me helpless to Jac’s rough thrusts from behind. Then, I felt Jac’s finger penetrate my ass, shooting pleasure through me in a new way. I cried out and rocked myself against him.
Deacon tangled his fingers into my hair and murmured huskily in my ear, “You love having your holes filled, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, unable to deny that sinful truth.
“A shame we don’t have another companion, or you could have all three filled with cock.”
His dirty, filthy words made me shake. I was close enough to taste another orgasm.
Deacon groaned. “Jesus, just thinking about that…I’m gonna come in Jac’s ass.”
Jac’s cock swelled in me and he grunted, “Fuck, not yet.”
Deacon’s hips bucked up into Jac. “Can’t help it—"
“I meant me,” Jac gasped. “Thinking about finding a third companion… fuck .”
Deacon’s fantasy was getting me there, too, even though I knew these two men would always be enough for me. My pussy clenched on Jac’s cock, and I was lost in Deacon’s lust-filled eyes as undeniable bliss poured through me, making me scream.
Jac roared behind me as he filled me up, and Deacon howled below, his hazel eyes rolling back. My fingers dug into Deacon’s shoulders as my whole body locked tight, until my release passed through me and all that was left of me was our ecstasy.