Chapter 35 #2
“I see some of your scarves ended up in my section,” he says, his voice low and caressing. “As well as some new things.”
I give him a small smile. “Is that okay, Sir?”
One side of his lips tip up. “We’ll have to see, Princess won’t we?”
My breath stutters out of my chest, and for something to do, I point at the door at the end. “That’s our bathroom.”
Steele walks through the closet and opens the door, whistling. “Big shower and tub, Flower.”
My blush deepens as I walk up to his side. “I wanted to make sure we could all fit.”
His warm brown eyes lock with mine, a small quirk of his plush lips telling me he knows my meaning.
“I didn’t know if you’d want it,” I say, nervously wringing my hands in front of me. “I just needed something to do, something to make me feel close to you all.”
My chest tightens, my vision blurring and before I’m even fully aware of what’s happening, my knees start to buckle. I don’t fall, of course I don’t. Steele catches me, pulling me into his chest as my breaths become choppy and I cling to him like a lifeline.
He holds me like I weigh nothing, like this is the place I’m meant to be, and I bury my face into his shirt, breathing him in gulping breaths.
“I kept thinking,” I manage between rasps. “What happens if this is the room I built for men who never get to come home?”
“We’re here, Flower,” Steele assures me, his grip tightening until it almost hurts. But I welcome it, need it. To keep me tethered to him so he can never leave.
“We’re not going away, Bloom,” Ant adds from my right, his palms soothing up and down my back.
“We’re yours forever, Petal,” Nox states, his lips pressing against my hair.
They hold me and surround me as all the adrenaline drops out from under me and the stress of the past few weeks overtakes me. They soothe me but don’t tell me to shush, letting me rid myself of my tears as they just keep me anchored to them.
My body empties itself, and soon I’m fully leaning into Steele, wrung out with his chin resting on top of my head.
He shifts, pressing a kiss to my temple, and my fingers release his shirt, my hand gliding down and underneath the cotton to find his hot, bare skin.
A deep rumble comes from his chest, and he seems to pull me closer until there is no air between us.
Ant’s hand glides up my spine, which arches slightly underneath his touch, his breath fanning over the back of my neck before his lips press against the skin there.
Nox’s fingers tilt my chin up, his emerald eyes full of love and fire as his thumb brushes my damp cheek. He leans in, the smell of him encasing me as his lips follow the movement, kissing my tears away.
Heat unfurls inside me, replacing the sadness in small pieces, morphing it into a need to be with them. A need for proof of life even though they are standing before me.
“Nox,” I breathe, and then his lips are on mine and I’m melting into their touch. One hand stays glued to Steele’s chest, the other coming up to cup Nox’s face and pull him in.
He groans into my mouth, the sound hitting me deep in my core. I inhale him, feeling Steele grow hard against me but unable to stop kissing Nox because I need him, need them all more than I need air right now.
Hands undo the button of my jeans, and I shift, letting them take them off along with my knickers, goosebumps peppering all over my skin as someone’s warm palms cup my arse.
“I need your skin against mine, Bloom,” Ant rasps, and I gasp when I feel his naked body press against me.
Nox pulls back, his pupils blown as he traces my features. “God, I fucking missed your lips, Princess.”
“I missed you so much,” I tell him, my voice still a little choked as I remove my hand from under Steele’s shirt. “And I need you all, so badly.”
Steele’s hands force my arms upwards as he tugs my t-shirt off me, Ant making quick work of my bra as Nox gets undressed with a speed that would be comical if the sight of him naked didn’t steal my words.
His beautiful bronze skin shines golden under the low lights of the closet, and I drink him in as he does to me.
“So godammed beautiful,” he purrs, and I open myself to tell him the same but Ant presses himself up against me, and into Steele, who is now somehow also naked.
All the breath leaves my lungs at the feel of being between their hot, hard bodies. Their time away didn’t soften them at all, and my hands come up to glide along Steele’s mahogany skin, feeling his scars underneath my fingertips.
“Make love to me, please, Steele,” I plead, and his eyes go molten.
“You never have to beg for that, Flower,” he rumbles, hands gliding down my sides.
“Speak for yourself,” Nox teases, and my heart gives a little jump as my pussy flutters.
“Let’s get you ready for us, Bloom,” Ant says behind me, his hands coming around to my front, one of them dipping between my legs.
“Ant,” I gasp, my eyelids fluttering as he wastes no time and slides a digit over my clit. A digit that feels lubed up, so he must have found the stash I’ve placed pretty much everywhere.
Steele’s hands come back up, taking my breasts in his large palms and squeezing. “Such gorgeous fucking tits.”
“Shouldn’t we, you know, try the bed,” I pant, and three manly chuckles sound around me.
“Oh, Petal,” Nox coos, and I twist my head to look at him and his devastating smirk. “We will be filling all those pretty holes in all these pretty rooms. Don’t you worry.”
I swallow as the hair on the back of my neck rises, warmth flooding my body.
“For now,” Ant instructs, “You need to come for us so we can sink deep inside that beautiful cunt that each of us dreamed about while we were locked up.”
His fingers slam inside me, my nails digging into Steele’s chest as Ant fucks them in and out of my pussy at a punishing speed. He builds me up embarrassingly quickly, fire racing across my skin and down each nerve as Steele lowers his head and sucks a mark on my pale skin.
“Oh my god, Steele,” I moan, my neck arching, head resting back on Ant and Steele keeps sucking and then nibbling my skin, Ant’s fingers making obscene noises as they thrust into my now drenched core.
“Come for us, beautiful girl,” Ant demands, his other hand coming round, those fingers toying with my clit. “Be our very good girl.”
His words are my undoing, and with a cry so loud I’m glad I soundproofed the entire suite, I come, squirting all over his hand, Steel, and myself.
“Good fucking girl, Flower,” Steele rumbles as my orgasm renders me speechless, weightless as I ride its waves and just feel. It brings tears to my eyes, not just because it’s exquisite agony. But also because it’s them giving it to me, and they are here and mine, and we won’t be parted ever again.
“She’s our very special Princess,” Nox coos, and I open my closed eyes to see him standing next to us, a silk scarf in his hands. My relaxed body tightens a fraction, knowing what that scarf means. “Hands out, Princess.”
“Mine,” Steele growls, and I whip my head to find a feral look in his warm brown eyes, his jaw set and hard.
His hands leave my breasts and grip me under my thighs, Ant’s fingers sliding from my sopping pussy as Steele hoists me into his arms and stalks out of the room leaving the other two behind us.