Chapter Four #3
Maddox’s cock twitched as Briar moved closer and gripped the base.
The glistening head enticed him, and he bent down for a taste.
Maddox exhaled and watched him with hooded eyes.
I exhaled too, finding it so damn arousing my breaths stammered.
As he swept his tongue across Maddox’s crown, our captain fisted the sheet again.
“Can’t sit still, Captain?” Briar’s gaze flickered up to him.
Maddox’s nostrils flared. “Enough of your teasing, physician.”
Briar seemed pleased with himself and rose up, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
He then moved both hands to his backside.
A glow emitted from his palms, a sign he was using his magic.
No doubt the same spell he used on me to make penetrative sex more comfortable.
Also a sign he was too eager for foreplay.
Shit, I was eager too.
After slicking Maddox’s shaft, Briar straddled him and guided his tip into place. Not penetrating yet but so close to doing so.
“Wait.” Maddox grabbed Briar’s waist to stop him and looked at me. Worry pinched his brow. “Are you certain you’re all right with this, sweetheart? I never want to make you…” His voice cracked. “Sad.”
“Oh, my sweet, sweet man.” I shuffled forward and took his head in my lap, combing my fingers through his dark hair. “I’m more than okay with it. I want this, you two being together. In all ways.”
And I meant it.
Briar tipped my chin up and ran his thumb over my lips. “If that changes and you do become upset, let us know, and we’ll stop. We love each other, but you come first. Always.”
“Okay.” I leaned into his touch, warmth fanning over my skin.
When Briar eased Maddox into his body, his eyes closed. I knew exactly what he was feeling. Very little compared to his cock. Thick and ribbed for mind-numbing pleasure.
“Does our captain feel good?” I asked, playing with Maddox’s hair.
“Yes,” Briar breathed out. “Very much.”
Maddox thrust his hips up, drawing from Briar a deep moan.
Briar planted a hand on Maddox’s chest to hold him down and started a slow glide on his shaft.
I noticed the small fight for control. And by Maddox’s smirk, I knew he noticed it too.
They were always in competition with each other, bickering like an old married couple. I loved it.
“Gods damn you,” Briar said with a frustrated groan, quickening his pace. “Why do you feel so incredible?”
A soft moan left Maddox’s lips, and he grabbed Briar’s thighs, encouraging him faster. Patience had gone out the window. He’d been rock hard long enough and was desperate for the sweet euphoria of release.
Heat shot through my veins, and the pressure in my groin made me antsy. My once sated dick awoke and rose to half-mast. Maybe I had a touch of voyeurism in me too. It was hot as hell watching them.
“Evan.” Maddox looked up at me.
Still with his head in my lap, I ran my fingers through his hair. “What do you need, big guy?”
“Kiss me.”
A demand, not a request. Good thing for him, I ached for the same.
I lowered my face to his and gave him an upside-down kiss.
A hand came under my jaw and forced my face up before another set of lips crashed to mine.
They took turns kissing me as Briar rode Maddox.
The bed groaned under our weight and thumped against the wall.
My cock was standing at full attention now. Hard for Maddox to miss.
“Sweetheart?” He reached back and gripped my nape. “Get over here.”
“Over where?”
Maddox patted his chest. “Sit.”
“Um. On your chest? What if I’m too heavy and, like, crush your lungs? I really would take your final breath then. Maybe I shouldn’t—”
“You weigh nothing.” He forced me over with little trouble. “Now, sit like a good boy.”
Why did that send tingles of excitement through me? I’d never been into the whole Daddy thing, but something about Maddox overrode previous notions about what I thought I liked.
I sat on his chest, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. But aroused. Especially when those ocean blue eyes fell to my bobbing erection. More heat swarmed my veins. Maddox took me into his mouth, and I tipped my head back with a soft whimper.
“I adore the sounds you make, love.” Briar leaned forward and kissed my nape, keeping pace on Maddox’s cock.
“I love the ones you make too,” I said after he groaned.
Briar came first, shoving his face into the back of my hair as he shuddered through his orgasm. I soon followed, shooting my load down Maddox’s throat. I’d tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t have it, wanting to swallow every drop I had.
“Your turn, big guy.” I slid off his chest.
I wanted to watch the finale of one hell of a show.
Briar glided along his slick shaft, having recovered his rhythm after his own release. He came down on Maddox harder, bouncing on him in a way that had Maddox biting his bottom lip.
“Let us hear your moans, you infuriating man,” Briar told him.
Maddox smiled at that. It was crooked and paired with half-lidded eyes. Sweat dampened his muscled body, and strands of his hair stuck to his forehead. I bent to kiss his brow. He lightly nudged my head with his before he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Gods!” His body jerked, and a deep groan rumbled in his throat.
My gaze dropped to where they connected just as cum dribbled from Briar’s ass. Lots of it. Another sensation I knew well. Our captain was always fully loaded.
“Well, that was fun,” I said. “And by fun, I mean, I’ll think fondly of it often. Mostly when I’m alone having some ‘me’ time.”
Briar breathed out a laugh and tugged me to his chest, kissing my hair. “I feel you have little need for… ‘me’ time with all of us insatiable men around you.”
“Fair point. A blessing more than a curse.”
Arms came around my waist and yanked me backward wrestler-style. I gave a little oof as my twink ass bounced against the mattress. Maddox didn’t release his hold as we lay that way, him behind me and pressing soft kisses anywhere his mouth could reach—my hair, neck, and back of my ear.
The door creaked open before Lake and Callum appeared.
Both offered us soft smiles before approaching the bed.
We scooched over to make room. Difficult with five of us, but we made do.
Callum settled on the other side of me while Lake took his favorite spot, head on my lap and legs curved around mine.
“Any update on the mercenary?” Lake asked.
“I checked his condition before coming home.” Briar lay on the other side of Maddox, shirtless and still wearing his glasses. I loved how his light brown bangs swept across the tops of them. “He should be well enough for questioning tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. Just in time for the ball.
“That’s good news,” I said. At least, it should have been, but he didn’t look too excited about it. “Right?”
Briar offered me a thin smile.
“You’re worried what he’ll say when questioned,” Callum said, one arm beneath my pillow and the other draped over my stomach.
“Yes.” Expelling a sigh, Briar adjusted his glasses—a nervous tic. “While I want answers, such as who hired him, I’m concerned he’ll reveal much more.”
A chill danced down my spine. “Like me being of royal blood?”
He nodded. “If our theory is correct and King Silas hired Nocturne to capture you, King Eidolon will learn the truth. That you’re his nephew and also, perhaps, the key to avoiding a war with Haran.”
Maddox tensed again. Was that the true root of his fear? He and Briar must’ve talked about it on the way home. Shared their concerns.
“Of course, this is only speculation,” Briar added quickly. “We aren’t certain the mercenary knows of Evan’s parentage, nor are we sure King Silas is the one who hired him.”
“True.” I dropped one hand to Lake’s silky hair. “What we do know? The ball is in two days. I hope I don’t trip and fall while carrying the cake, causing it to go all over Prince Cedric. I’d be a dead muffin walking.”
The change of topic worked. Maddox breathed out a laugh, and Callum grinned.
“He’s quite vile toward you,” Briar said. “Always has been.”
“Cedric’s vile toward everyone,” I pointed out. “Even cookies. He shattered one into dust once and then flicked the crumbs all over the floor. A total monster.”
Lake made a gruff sound. His unique laugh.
“Glad you find this so amusing. That cookie never even got a proper funeral.”
Another laugh from my grump of a captain, this one deeper. “Gods, I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too.” Being the little spoon allowed me to press my backside more into Maddox and nuzzle Callum’s bicep, my fingers still in Lake’s hair. I stuck my foot between Maddox’s calves and found Briar, nudging his ankle. “All of you mean the world to me.”
“Including the snake?”
“Yes. Even Rowan.” I lightly punched Callum’s chest. “Meanie.”
His toothy grin and downturned brown eyes said the exact opposite. The man was too adorable for his own good.
“Speaking of the thief…” Maddox lifted his head from the pillow and caught hold of my chin, turning my face to his. “He told me about the macaron incident.”
“What incident?”
“How you became short of breath earlier just from removing the platter from the oven.”
“Oh. That.” I cringed. “They were big macarons. And I’m so small, you see.”
“Mhm.” Maddox scrutinized me. “The café is closed tomorrow, yes? I order you to rest.”
“What? No. It’s the day before the ball. I need to—”
“One day of rest won’t kill you, Evan.” His raised eyebrow said he’d be the one to kill me if I didn’t listen. “It will ensure you’re strong enough for the ball.”
“Fine.”
His lips twitched. “You’re pouting.”
“Am not. Insufferable man.”
“An unsufferable, stubborn man who belongs to you.” Maddox kissed the edge of my brow. “And one who will strike down anyone who dares take you from me.”
I belonged to him too. To all of them.