15. Chapter 15 - Rion
Chapter 15
A fter the first night Rin came over, I instructed my brothers on how we would be able to still handle our duties as “Ambros” while also making time to cultivate the relationship that we wanted with her. I carefully crafted an exemplary schedule where one of us was out of the house at a time and on campus with Rin.
I had bought my way into a student aide position in her English class, which worked two-fold, helping me keep Elio in check as well as letting me spend time basking in Rin’s presence. Ravi got the “chance” meetings at cafés, coffee shops, and school functions. Roux was given most of the recon/night work as well as the gym meets. This ensured we all got even time with her and shaped the base for explanation in phase three of my have-Rin-to-ourselves plan.
We needed to be careful at this stage because we didn't want to turn the head of Foedus in her direction. Teacher aide, mentor, and chance meetings were all very normal instances that wouldn’t raise any red flags. The only time we were taking a risk was when we had her come to our house.
This was why I was glad for my past foresight in coming up with facial scrubbing software for me and my brothers since it was already uploaded to all government satellites and recording software. It had been surprisingly easy because most of them were connected in one way or another. Once I successfully sent a small Trojan horse to one of them, it was only a matter of time before all of them were infected.
Since it was only for me and my brothers’ faces, no one really noticed but Foedus, and that was easily explainable. It was, after all, why they agreed that when the time came, the Ambros heir was to be the next head of the organization. They didn't want my talent to go to waste in the field, but I had to prove myself first just like all the other young bucks.
Needless to say, I wasn't very afraid of anyone finding out my brothers and I were triplets. We were cautious, and when we went outside, we wore hats and face masks as precautions. We didn't need any locals to figure out our connection either.
That was one of the reasons I threw out all the drinks and I told both my brothers to go to the market. Knowing they would fight over what to get, giving me my alone time with Rin.
For the past couple of weeks, I had been growing restless, eager, on edge. My mind was consumed with thoughts of her, and it was hard to focus on anything else. Where was she now? Did she need anything? Could I alleviate any problems for her? Then my mind would sink deeper, traveling into the space I’d created to keep my besmirched, filthy thoughts safe.
I would watch her through the security lens, envisioning how those taut, lean thighs would look clenched beneath my palm, my fingers carving their way to her center. Those strands would be so soft and silky as I wove them up the back of her neck. She would lie beneath me, pleading, begging me to take everything from her, to be her dark, watchful protector. I would work her body to new heights, savoring how brightly she would shine for me.
The more and more I saw her, was around her, the harder it became for me to keep my filthy desires at bay. Her scent boggled my mind, and her watchful eyes caught my wonder. I wanted to know everything, inside and out, about this perfect being in front of me, and she was perfect.
She had a flawless symmetrical face that had to have been carved by a higher being. That was partnered with her shiny eye-tricking hair that made you think it was a light brown until the sun beams lifted golden red rays from her head to make a halo. Then she captured you with those silver-gray orbs that tracked everything in her sight. She was a gorgeous, ethereal goddess gracing us with her presence, and she didn't even know it.
Ever since we left that orphanage, I had worried about someone, anyone, seeing her perfection and snatching her up, especially with the hard life she’d had. Guilt that we weren’t there for her burned deep inside of me.
There were a million times I thought about killing my uncle and running back to her with my brothers. One desperate night when the beatings had gotten hard to take and the lines we hadn’t wanted to cross were forced upon us, I had even started to make plans. In that moment of weakness, I wanted to erase it all, but once I started planning out the details, I realized we couldn't do it. We couldn't protect her properly until we became men—hardened, dangerous, rich men. Then, and only then, could we save our queen and raise her up so high no one but us could touch her.
So, we waited. We survived the hardships, the tests, the grueling pain and breaking of bones. We handled the sleepless nights, the mental torture and darkening of our souls. We took it all so that we could one day shield our queen of light from the dregs of the world, making sure that no darkness could compare to ours.
We were almost there, so close that I thought bringing her here would motivate us to move faster, but I was wrong.
Ravi argued daily, wanting more time with her. Roux was getting more and more nervous with each passing day, telling me we were playing with fire, and I couldn't disagree. And I… I was caught between becoming the knight I wanted to be for her and the devil I wanted to be with her.
When she came into the house today smelling like a freshly plucked flower, face smiling and her eyes feasting on the food I was preparing for her, I knew I was in trouble. Without my brothers to keep me in check, I was going to lean down the devil’s road.
When her lips wrapped around the spoon I held out, I couldn't handle it anymore. All the longing I felt came to the forefront. Having her here in front of me, moaning as she ate from me, was vastly better than watching her from behind a monitor.
For years, I had been desperate for a glimpse of her, but she was too good, even for me. It was like she had a sixth sense about someone watching her. Always had her head down, back to the cameras, only showing her face when she had to or when she didn't think anyone was watching.
Back then, Ravi and I would seethe in jealousy whenever Roux was on an out-of-state job for our uncle. He was the only one that could successfully sneak away for a couple of hours to be in her vicinity. I would stalk the social pages of her classmates in high school, searching for a picture of her. I would hack their phones and chats to get a hint of where she might be for the night. Stuck behind a screen, I salivated for news of our shared interest. Roux was always a dick about it, never giving us more than a sentence of information and a brutal smile as he filled up one of his special jars.
When that moan slipped from her lips, my dick hardened, and I couldn't stop the tarnished thoughts from running through my head. What would it be like to have those flawless lips on my skin? How would it feel to have those soft fleshy pillows work their way down my neck?
I began to think about more than her lips, more than the food in front of us. When her eyes flicked up to mine, filled with hunger, something inside of me broke. Ravenous passion twined itself throughout my body, causing my muscles to quake as it spoke my desires in my head.
I’m done waiting, wanting from afar.
Seconds away from snatching her off that stool and taking her up to my room, the door shut and Ravi’s voice came in. She jerked away from me, and I grabbed onto the island so hard I was surprised it didn't break. My moment was gone.
Turning back to the stove, I threw the spoon into the sink and got a new one as I willed my dick to go down. I began to think of computer code, dreaming up another program I could make for our line of work, until I heard her soft voice excuse herself to the bathroom. When she finally came out, she went straight to the table, and began to drink.
Something was wrong.
My brothers and I tried to get it out of her all through dinner, but she wouldn't budge. She talked about how this was her new favorite dish, which caused heat to creep up my neck. I was just happy to see her finish her plate and go for seconds.
I tried to ask again after she had a little more wine, but it didn’t work. She giggled it off, telling us not to worry about anything. When my brothers gave me concerned looks, I nodded for them to let it go… for now.
“Do we have any more wine?” Her voice went up an octave, and I raised an eyebrow at her.
“I think that's enough for the night. I don’t want Cin to come after us if we send you back to the dorms drunk.”
Slumping against the table, her lips pinched. “I’m not drunk. Just got a nice buzz. Makes all the funny thoughts go away.” What did that mean? I’d opened my mouth to ask her when she folded her hands together, resting her chin on them as she confessed, “And Cin said she wasn’t going to be in tonight. She was going to do something with her family and would sleep at their house, soooo…” Her eyes brightened, and a rosy color filled her cheeks.
“Maybe tonight I could sleep… here?”
A rapid thump hit the center of my chest. Rin… here… tonight!? My mind short circuited for a second. Ravi’s body practically vibrated with excitement, the word yes on the tip of his tongue, but Roux gave me a pinched look of warning before he looked down at his plate and shrugged. That was the best I was going to get out of him.
“I promise that I won't be a bother. I can sleep anywhere, and I won’t make a peep.”
It was nice of her to try to reassure us, but I wasn't worried about any of those things. I was worried about how any of the rest of us were going to be able to sleep with her in the house.
She continued, her voice getting low and soft before she looked away from us. “I just…” She glanced at the wine and winced. “I just don’t want to be alone tonight.”
My protective instincts kicked in, remembering that she had been through a lot within the past month, and I felt honored that she felt safe with us. Roux’s eyes darkened, and Ravi hid his clenched fists under the table.
“Of course! You can sleep in my room.” Ravi’s wide smile and flippant voice had Rin’s face brightening, all the worry draining away.
“Oh, I can just sleep on the couch.”
Ravi and Rin argued the rest of the night. He ended up putting his foot in his mouth when he boasted that any of us would gladly give up their bed for her. While he wasn't wrong, Roux did glare at him.
Rin settled it by saying that if none of us minded, it should be like the old days. She popped up, running over to open up a couple of cabinets before she whispered, “Gotcha.” She pulled out three uncooked spaghetti noodles and turned her back to us for a minute before circling back around.
“Shortest straw means I sleep in their room.” Her fist held out three seemingly equal noodles, and my lips curved up at the reminder of our time together when we used to do this with twigs.
Ravi snatched a noodle that looked like she’d cut only a quarter off the bottom. He crumbled onto the table, head in his arms, whining that life wasn't fair. Rin shrugged at my weeping brother before turning left and right, wiggling her fist to see who would go next.
Flicking my hand to Roux, he huffed but raised his hand and picked one of the remaining noodles. It was cut at the halfway point, but past experience told me that didn't indicate a win or a loss yet.
Raising my hand, I let my fingers gently slide against her fist. Her eyes had shined with humor a second ago, but now those molten silver pools called to me. Plucking out the last noodle, the three of us laid them down to measure. Either by pure luck or a demon's pact, I got the shortest one.
Rin’s voice wavered for a second. “T-that’s it.” I smirked, lying back in my seat as I crossed my arms. Now, I might get to finish what I’d started.
Ravi complained so incessantly that Rin compromised, telling him we could watch a movie while he laid his head on her lap. He jumped up out of his chair and went to the TV, turning on some streaming service as he called out the available options.
Rin shook her head and grabbed her plate before reaching across the table for Ravi’s. “I’m fine with whatever as long as it's funny.”
I stood up, collecting the other plates before she could. “Rin, go. He’s just going to get worse.”
Her head swung toward the living room then back to me. “But… the movie?”
Unable to deny her, I nodded. “I’m just collecting them, so go. I’ll bring some popcorn.”
Her face shined as she turned away, calling out to Ravi to pick something witty, not a dumb movie.
Roux was the only one left, and I could feel his eyes burrowing into my back. “What?”
He sighed, then grumbled, “Hope you know what you're doing.” Pivoting around to confront him, I was met with an empty space.
I wanted to negate his words, telling him I was in complete control, but when I saw the wooden spoon at the bottom of the sink, I knew the situation was dangerous. Faced with what the beast inside of me wanted, I just hoped I kept a tight leash on him tonight.
About three-fourths of the way through the movie, I could hear Rin’s steady inhale and exhale. Her hand rested on Ravi’s head as his chest rose and fell in rhythm with hers. I still had to wash the dishes, so I turned to Roux.
“Can you get them upstairs? I have to finish the kitchen before I go to bed.” He nodded, and I made my way over the kitchen, but not before I heard a yelp, followed by Ravi whining.
“Ow! The fuck, Roux? I was having a good dream on the best pillow in the world!”
Turning on the faucet, I glanced through the window behind me. At a slow and steady pace, careful not to wake her, Roux carried Rin in his arms. Yawning, Ravi followed closely behind, glaring at Roux’s back.
I took the opportunity to prepare myself as I washed the dishes. Rin would be in my room, in my bed , something I had fantasized about for as long as I could remember. Shaking my head, I mentally closed the box on my desires.
It's her first night here. I should make her feel safe. Yes. That's the best play.
Maybe I should view this as a test, a way to confirm my control and resolve. A way to prove to her that we were the better choice. I could lie on the floor, taking the gentleman route. I would go upstairs, double check that my drawers were locked, then make a bed on the floor.
With a solid plan in place, I loaded the dishes, snagged a pillow and blanket from the sofa, and climbed up the stairs. Breathing again, I reminded myself of the plan, closed my hand over the cool metal knob, and opened it.
Stepping inside the dark room, I was engulfed with her scent. My body went on high alert, recognizing that this was my space but her scent had already filled it, like it was making room for itself, and I loved it.
I hurried to shut the door, losing myself to my instinct to trap her scent in my room. I took a beat and listened. The normal sound of my computer fan spinning was eclipsed by the soft sounds of her breathing.
The slow and steady drum of my pulse picked up with each tentative step closer to the bed. When a pained mumble came from her, I picked up the pace. What if she was uncomfortable? Or having a nightmare? Would I be able to comfort her?
Peering down at her, my breath caught in my chest. She was so beautiful.
Her soft tresses splayed out across my pillow. Her arms were uncovered, and I looked down to find her sweatshirt on the floor. The blanket only covered her torso, so her beautiful legs were on display, calling to me to run my finger down them, to memorize the curve of her.
I knelt down, both in reverence to the woman I worshiped and in curiosity. With my eyes fully adjusted to the dark, I roamed her face, cataloging each breath, each twitch of her limbs, every flutter of her eyelids. In a perfect world, I would video my goddess sleeping so I could watch it over and over, losing myself in this side of her that I never got to see, what she was like in the privacy of the night.
Her legs shifted, and I steeled myself, hoping that I wouldn’t wake her up and ruin this special moment. The last thing I expected to hear was my name breathlessly sailing across her lips.
“Rion… mmm.”
She shifted again, rubbing her legs together as her breathing got heavier. I was frozen in my tracks, unable to take my eyes off her. Her tongue swiped out across her lips before she made another pained moan.
My whole world came crashing down. My mouth ran dry, and my fingers twitched at my sides. Need, want, and desire rattled that carefully chained box inside of me, and I knew I was in trouble. Is she… having a sexually explicit dream about me?
She shifted again so that she laid on her back instead of her side. This time, I got closer. The line of her neck looked enticing when she swallowed, and I wanted to touch, to feel her, to make her dream come true. My hands trembled the more I listened, the more I watched.
“Mmm, yes.”
Her breathy voice welcomed me like a moth to a flame, and my breathing grew raspy as the chains around my dark desires clanked, straining to be released. Roux's words were the only thing reminding me of the original plan. Fisting the sheets, my teeth groaning from how hard I was clenching them, I reiterated how carefully we needed to tread to get to the next phase of the plan.
She shifted toward me, her fingers splayed out like she was reaching for something, for someone . Her breath hitched before she pleaded, “Please. Touch me.”
All I heard was the clank of my carefully placed chains snapping, releasing the beast inside who was waiting for this moment. All the worries and thoughts left my brain, and my body grew calm and controlled as I rose up, moving like a predator. I kept my eyes on her as I slowly climbed onto the bed.
Her thighs rubbed together, trembling, begging for something more. Something dark and corrupt filled my soul as I smiled down at the object of my obsession. A gnawing feeling grew in my stomach, and I licked my lips, wanting to devour my desired prey. I had been watching her for so long, being so far away yet so near at the same time. This ravenous darkness just wanted to take and take for all the years we had missed, all the nights gone by without her next to me.
Wait. A low groan slipped from my lips like two sides of myself were arguing. Take this slow.
My fingers tingled in anticipation as I crouched down, letting a single digit run up her leg with a feather-light touch. Her muscles tightened, and my gaze snapped up to see her biting her lip as her hands spread out on top of the sheet.
Her reactions just ignited my urgency to feel, to taste, to take. I bent down and started at her ankle, making a trail of delicate caresses with my lips. She shifted, and I stiffened, but when her legs fell open, her eyes still shut, I took it further.
Testing the waters, I licked at her thigh, pressing my thumb into her flesh to see if any pressure spooked her. When she just made sweet and sexy sleepy noises, I continued my path to devour this creature underneath me.
I wanted more of her, more sounds, more moans, more of her sleepy reactions that stirred up the primal beast inside of me. It felt like I was slowly corrupting her, making her mine without her knowing, and that did something to me. To know that I was the dirty one coveting her light, like I wanted to snatch her up and put her in a corner, growling at anyone that tried to come close and take what was mine...
Getting bolder as my cock became harder, I looked up her skirt. My eyes caught on the thin white thong she was wearing, and my mouth salivated. I let my fingers crawl up her thigh, moving them until she mewed in her sleep.
At first, I swiped a finger along her center, feeling the wet spot she was already making, and my breathing picked up as my dick jerked in her direction. She shifted, moaning, “Oh yes .”
Seeing my salvation at the end of the tunnel, I moved between her legs. They fell open for me like her body was inviting me in, telling me to take more. I bit my fist, trying to keep myself from pouncing on her, from ripping her clothes off and taking her here and now. No. I had to make sure she felt good. I wanted her cum on my lips. I’d dreamed about the taste of her for so long, and her sweet scent was calling to me.
Moving my head between her thighs, I licked at her panty-covered center. Her hands fisted the sheets, but that was it. Licking her a few more times, she cried out, mumbling how good it felt. I grew bolder, less patient, and moved the fabric to the side so I could stick a finger in.
Her wet heat made my eyes cross and my tongue jealous of my finger getting to the promised land before it even got close. I was in the zone, fully focused on the pussy right in front of me. My heart had never thumped so hard in my life. I had to have her. I had to have a full taste—no fabric, no softness, just pure tongue-licking enjoyment.
I dove in, licking at my finger before moving up to her clit and flicking my tongue against that soft button of nerves. I was so lost in the addictive taste of her, basking in finally taking the prey I’d stalked for most of my life, that I didn't hear the soft gasp from above until my name came stuttering out.
“R-r-rion?”
Lifting my head, my tongue and lips covered in her, a confused set of glowing silver eyes stared down at me.
Oh shit. What have I done?