Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
HARPER
The cold midnight breeze ruffles my veil as I approach the heart of the hedge maze.
There’s dirt between my toes. My wedding gown is an elegant piece of lingerie Felix and Tyler chose for me when planning this ceremony, ivory and mid-thigh length.
I picked flowers from the garden moments ago as a bouquet.
This wedding isn’t about extravagance but love and commitment, followed by a primal connection of sex. It’s the three of us sealing the bond that has consumed us since childhood. A bond that is wrong to the world but so right to us.
A week has passed since I initiated the idea of this wedding, allowing Tyler more time to heal.
Fire torches flicker in the heart of the maze, growing brighter with each step I take closer.
Memories surface of being scolded as a child for playing in here where it was dangerous, yet how I kept sneaking back in time after time to be alone with my boys.
Years later, losing my virginity within these hedges.
I can’t think of a more appropriate place to marry Felix and Tyler.
My heart is hammering when I reach the center and see them waiting for me. My future husbands, standing side by side, devouring me with their gazes, desperate to claim all of me and call me their wife. They’re not wearing much more than I am. Long, black pants without shirts.
Behind them, on the outskirts of the clearing, I notice movement. A dozen masked figures stand quietly, dressed in black—the audience of strangers Felix sourced.
This is insane, having sex in front of a crowd. I’ve lost my mind but I don’t care. I’m free falling with the men I love. There’s no more holding back. No shame. No rules to live by.
I continue forward, my bare feet pressing into the cool earth, until there’s no distance between me and my men.
“Our bride,” Tyler whispers, taking my hand. “The most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”
Felix watches me with silent intensity. Heat blooms low in my tummy as I’m reminded of us as kids, how I’d catch Felix watching me like I belonged to him. It always made me nervous but in a way I liked. He was a snake and I was his prey. I never wanted him to stop looking at me.
I drop my bouquet to the ground. “Both of you are finally mine. The three of us, always.”
“The three of us, always,” they repeat, drawing back my veil together.
My breath hitches when Felix kneels in front of me, kissing my inner thigh while retrieving the dagger from my garter.
He wraps my fingers around the handle before returning to his feet. “My Little Sinner. Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes.” I nod, slightly nervous.
I take Felix’s hand first, living through déjà vu of my ten-year-old self slicing his palm with a shard of glass.
As with that day, Felix doesn’t flinch when I run the blade along his palm, reopening his scar and drawing blood.
He doesn’t show any sign of pain, just obsession in those deep green eyes.
Blood drips down Felix’s wrist. With his bleeding palm, he grabs my jaw, bringing my lips to his in a deep kiss. Blood smears across my mouth. Felix is painting me in his blood, marking me, and I love it. I kiss him harder, addicted to his taste.
“My perfect little freak, excited by blood. Go ahead and slice Tyler’s palm.” Felix passes me to his brother.
I gaze up at Tyler, my best friend and lover. His breath catches as I slice his palm, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Say it, Harp. Speak the phrase you said to us when you created our scars.”
I lick my lips, smiling at the two of them, remembering how strange and wrong that day from my childhood was, yet utterly perfect. Completely us.
“You belong to me for life,” I whisper.
A groan rumbles from Tyler’s chest. He takes the dagger from me. “My turn. Don’t let me hurt you.” He holds my left hand, tracing a thumb over my scar.
My breath comes in quick bursts when the cold metal presses to my skin. The slice is quick. I gasp, not from pain but excitement as blood trickles down my arm. Before it can drip to the grass, Tyler brings my palm to his lips, kissing the wound. The sight has me dizzy and love drunk.
Tyler’s eyes never leave mine as he passes the dagger to Felix.
As with the cut Tyler just made, I flinch with a rush of arousal as Felix slices my right hand.
He too brings my bleeding palm to his mouth, drinking me in.
The act feels darkly sacred. Each brother interlaces their fingers with mine, combining our blood.
“You’re ours forever, Harper,” Felix murmurs.
They release my hands, then press their bleeding palms to each other, completing the blood promise. Now, we run through each other’s veins and are one.
Felix and Tyler move in unison, slipping my dress off my shoulders. The lingerie pools at my feet, leaving me naked in front of a group of strangers. I’m too consumed by the moment to feel any shred of embarrassment.
I reach for my veil, ready to remove it, but Tyler shakes his head. “The veil stays on while we fuck you.”
I smile, liking the idea. Tyler kisses my cheek, his lips leaving a trail of heat as he works his way down to my jaw. Felix claims my other side. Their hands are everywhere, painting me with blood.
“Harper Blackwood. Our wife,” Felix murmurs against my temple. “Why the fuck am I so turned on by you covered in Tyler’s and my blood?”
Tyler’s lips are feather-light against mine. “Are you ready to consummate the marriage in front of our witnesses?”
I nod with urgency, unable to find my voice. Tyler steps out of his pants, naked beside me. While Felix undresses himself, I pull Tyler’s lips down to mine.
He lifts me off my toes and whispers for only me to hear. “I never gave up hope, Harper. It’s been eight painful years, but I promised you we’d get Felix back.”
I gaze into his deep brown eyes. He’s filled with desire, this moment being the most erotic we’ve shared, but what I see most within him is devotion and love.
“I love you, Tyler. I never gave up hope either.”
We kiss again, then he places me on my feet. “Felix is waiting for you. Go ride your husband. I get your ass this time. I’m not going to last a minute.”
“Don’t waste your cum,” Felix tells him. “We need to get our woman pregnant.”
The way they speak has me aching between my legs. Felix’s arms wrap around my waist, smearing me in more blood as he presses my spine to his chest. His heartbeat thunders through me like it’s my own.
“How are we doing this?” I ask.
“Tyler fucks you while I hold you.”
Having no issue with the command, Tyler wraps my legs around his waist while Felix keeps me clutched in his arms. His cock needs no guidance, instantly finding my pussy. Tyler fills me in one fast thrust. I cry out, knotting my hands through his hair.
“I’m fucking my wife,” Tyler grunts, resting his forehead against mine. “I’ll never get used to that label.”
Neither will I. I love hearing it.
Felix’s arms tighten at my waist, praising me as Tyler begins to thrust. “Well done, Harper. Relax and take him all the way in. Our witnesses are watching you right now. They’re enjoying the sight of your pretty little body getting fucked. You like that they’re admiring you have sex, don’t you?”
“Yes.” The knowledge that people are watching this display makes me wetter, hotter, and tighter around Tyler’s cock.
I gaze down at Tyler pumping into me. It’s the perfect view, his thick length stretching me each time he plunges inside.
“You like watching my dick enter you?”
“So much.”
There’s another sight I like—Tyler’s blood smeared across me while he grips my waist; his muscles clenching as my body gives him pleasure; his eyes dark upon me.
“So fucking perfect, Harper. I’m going to come already.”
“Good. Make her come then fuck her pregnant,” Felix says, still supporting me in his arms.
I nearly reach my peak from Felix’s command. “I don’t want to come like this. I need to save myself for when you both have me.”
Felix laughs at my ear. “That’s my good girl.”
Tyler’s thrusts grow more urgent. Every stroke hits something deep inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. I’m in heaven right now, with Tyler’s cock stretching me while Felix’s hands and mouth worship every inch of skin he can reach.
Tyler’s abs flex with overexertion as he fucks me, his teeth gritting. A sheen of sweat coats him. I love seeing him like this, but his physical condition concerns me.
“Slow down.” I struggle to speak through the pleasure. “You’re still healing. You’re working too hard.”
“I can’t stop. You feel too good.”
My blood is streaked across his chest. He looks savage and wild, like an animal that’s life form has been reduced to one purpose only, needing to fuck and mate with his partner.
“Shit. I’m coming, baby.” Tyler’s breathing is ragged and his rhythm falters.
His muscles strain as he explodes inside me, gasping my name.
I hope what Tyler said about me being unable to get pregnant due to stress is true, and that now I can carry his and Felix’s baby because I need these two men to get me pregnant.
I need everyone to see me with a large belly and know I was fucked pregnant by these brothers.
Tyler pulls out, panting and wrecked as he lowers my legs. I’m trembling with bliss as Felix guides me to the ground with him. He sits upright, pulling me onto his lap. Tyler’s release drips from me, running down my inner thighs as Felix guides my hips, lining his dick to my pussy.
“Put my cock inside you,” Felix whispers.
I sink down. Tyler’s cum provides a slickness that lets Felix slide in deep. Being filled again so soon sends shockwaves through me.
“Fuck, Harper,” Felix hisses through clenched teeth, his hips bucking upward.
His body tenses beneath me as I circle my hips, grinding onto him. My eyelids flutter shut. Every nerve ending in my body is alight, heightened by the blood ritual and the knowledge we’re being watched. Though the witnesses remain mostly quiet, I can hear groans.
“Look at me,” Felix murmurs. His eyes lock with mine, dark and desperate, my complete undoing. “My wife. My precious, filthy, slutty wife. Look at me while you ride my cock.”
I rise, feeling every inch of him drag against my sensitive walls before sinking back down.
“Are you good to go again, bro?” Felix calls.
Tyler kneels behind me with lube, brushing my veil to the side. “Yes. Easy, Princess. Let’s take it slow. You’re so good at letting us share you.”
My body relaxes while he preps me. I’m ready for him and it doesn’t take long.
“Oh, fuck. That’s it, baby,” he gasps as his cock slowly fills my ass, all while Felix kisses my nipples. “You’re taking us perfectly.”
I’m shuddering, adjusting to the stretch. The sensation of being so full is always overwhelming to begin with.
“Breathe, Harper,” Felix whispers. “This moment is what you’ve always wanted, for people to watch Tyler and me fuck you. They’ll be jerking off over this. You look so fucking pretty right now.”
His praise turns me weak.
“Are you okay?” Tyler mutters against my ear, remaining still as he gives me time to adjust.
“Yes,” I manage, my voice thin and breathless. “God, yes.”
Every tiny movement sends jolts of pleasure through me. I feel owned and possessed, my heart complete.
“Move,” I whisper. “Please.”
They start slowly, finding a rhythm. When Felix pushes up, Tyler pulls back, then they reverse, never leaving me empty.
Their hands claim me everywhere, gripping my hips, sliding over my breasts, tangling in my hair and veil, streaking me with blood.
Felix’s green eyes have me spellbound, gazing into my soul. He can see all of me right now; my love for him and Tyler; my darkest desires.
“You’re absolute perfection, Harper,” he whispers, thrusting up.
I can only moan in response, my voice lost to the intensity of their possession.
The sex is raw. An act of pure instinct and animalistic need, fucking in the heart of this maze.
Sweat and blood slicks our skin as we move as one, chasing our climax.
Together, these two men own every part of me. I’m theirs, heart, body and soul.
Tyler’s hot breath brushes the nape of my neck. “I love watching my cock disappear inside your ass. The way you clench around me when you're getting close. I love feeling how your body trembles when you’re taking both of us deep at once.”
I can barely take Tyler when he talks like this. “Please, come in me,” I beg them. “I’m close and can’t handle much more.”
Felix’s fingers circle my clit. “Don’t resist it. Everyone wants to see how pretty you are when you come. Show them how much you love being fucked by your husbands.”
The reminder of our audience winds my muscles tighter, intensifying the pleasure. I imagine them watching from the darkness, jerking off over the sight of me wedged between Felix and Tyler.
I’m bouncing fast on their cocks, chasing my orgasm. “I’m going to… oh god—” My words dissolve into a cry as the orgasm crashes through me. My inner walls clamp down hard around them both, pulsing and gripping in rhythmic waves.
“Fucking beautiful,” Felix grunts beneath me, digging his fingers into my hips. “Make your pussy feel good.”
Tyler growls in my ear, his thrusting faltering as my body squeezes him. “Fuck, I can feel you coming. So tight… Can’t hold back.”
His rhythm breaks as he follows me over the edge. His hips jerk erratically, then he slams deep inside me one more time.
“Jesus, Harper. Fuck.” Felix is next. I feel the exact moment his control breaks. His cum floods me, mixing with Tyler’s, filling me so completely that it spills out of me, making a mess between us.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, our breathing ragged and bodies slick with sweat, blood, and cum. I’m sandwiched between my two men, my muscles aching in the most perfect way.
I’m so high from my orgasm I can’t speak, but I’m convinced I’m the luckiest girl in the world.