Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
N erine
“Now it’s your turn Angel,” Theo said as he lifted his head from Xander’s cock.
My pulse jumped as Theo and Xander moved apart, homing their attention directly on me. There was an unnerving gleam in both of their eyes.
I tried not to squirm as I leaned back against the headboard of my bed, taking in the two naked Greek gods staring at me. They both had swollen lips I couldn’t wait to kiss and bodies I ached to touch.
I’d waited so long to see them together again. I’d never get tired of it. I loved it.
The bond they shared was built long before I came into the picture, and it made me so happy to see them finally break that wall down between them.
We were truly three again.
Xander licked his lips as if he’d read my thought about kissing him.
The shameless tease.
Their focus remained on me, not averting in the slightest.
What were they up to? This was more than sexual. It was as if they planned to pounce on me like predators.
“Why are you two looking at me like that?”
“We need to settle something so there is no confusion later.” Xander crawled toward me in unison with Theo.
Whether fully clothed or undressed, these men were an indulgence for the eyes.
“And that is.”
Theo glided a palm along the inside of my leg until he reached my knee. “You’re marrying us.”
I sighed as a twinge of sadness hit me.
If only that were possible. Wife to both of them, taking their names. Well, in my case, they’d take mine. Our children would take the Angelos name.
Oh God, we’d have children one day.
A longing bloomed deep inside me unlike anything I’d ever experienced. This wasn’t about genetics but about our love.
“Legally, it doesn’t work that way. Considering our lines of work, we need to avoid prison.”
Xander lifted a brow. “On the books, Theo gets the title. However, you belong to both of us.”
My attention shifted to Theo, who watched me with an intensity that had my heart drumming an erratic beat.
“Is this what you want, Theo? Do you want to marry me?”
“I’ve never questioned my desire to marry you.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“There isn’t one. This discussion is to clear up technicalities. You good with it?”
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
He shook his head, his lips curving. “I’m not asking. You’re going to marry me. I want to know if you’ll give us a hard time about it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course I will. That’s my normal operating protocol.”
He came toward me, fisting my hair and tilting my head back. “Good to know. One more thing.”
“Go ahead.”
“You’re married to both of us, and sooner rather than later, we will make it public that the three of us are together.”
“Let me guess. I have no say in this decision, either.”
“Fiona was the mastermind of that thought process,” Xander informed me. “She told us how she wanted things handled in her family. You may be a figurehead, after all.”
“If she still wants it when she’s older, I’ll hand it to her. But something tells me Ariana and Tina want in on the action.”
“Are we about to enter the era of the Angelos sisters?”
“Let’s get them out of puberty first. I’ll think about it after that.”
“Now, back to marriage.” Theo’s fingers flexed in my hair for a second. “Xander, get on with it.”
Xander stepped off the bed and walked over to his pants, taking something out of his pocket. When he returned, he took my left hand and slid cool metal onto my finger. I couldn’t help the tears burning the backs of my eyes. Their ring was all I ever wanted, never Andraius’s.
“I want children. It’s not your womb I want. I’m not that fucker.”
“I know this.” I couldn’t help but smile at Xander. “In a few years, we’ll have a houseful if that’s what the two of you want.”
“I hope you remember your words when you’re pregnant nonstop.” Xander ran a thumb along the column of my neck.
“Stop talking and kiss me.”
“Always have to have the last word.” Theo tugged me forward, taking my lips in a devouring kiss.
It was a claiming, filled with the emotions of the promises we’d just made. When Theo pulled away, out of instinct, I turned to Xander, capturing his mouth with the same uninhibited need.
We tasted and savored. It was an intoxicating mix of sensations playing over my skin. Four hands roamed my body, touching everywhere and nowhere near where I wanted them most.
My skin heated and burned, already so sensitive from watching them. The need for these men consumed me.
All of a sudden, a realization hit me. The restraints deep inside no longer existed.
I pulled back, as tears streamed down my cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” Theo asked, concern all over his face.
“I’m happy. I can move about and feel without worrying. After five years, I’m finally free.”
Understanding lit his eyes.
“You freed yourself. Don’t ever forget that,” Xander said.
I loved these men. They were mine—my lovers, my future, my family, and I was theirs.
“Shower. That’s what we need after this long day.”
Xander carried me into the bathroom, where he and Theo undressed me. By the time we neared the shower stall, I was nearly out of my mind from the teasing touches and sliding of fingers.
At least they were suffering as well. Their cocks jutted out, so thick and hard, so ready for me. The urge to drop to my knees and lick the precum dripping from both their tips called to me. I wanted to suck, taste, and enjoy them as if I were double-fisting lollipops.
“You’ll get our cocks, but not like that.” Theo ran his thumb across my lower lips. “We’ll give you the pleasure and the pain. You’ll beg for it to stop and never stop.”
My nipples ached, and the throbbing deep in my pussy grew to an almost unbearable level. The desperate need to come pushed at me, and we’d barely begun.
Xander reached inside to turn on the multitude of shower heads. The room immediately filled with steam, adding to the desperation building inside my overheated body.
These men were so fucking beautiful and turned me on in a way I couldn’t comprehend. Whether it was with each other or me, every movement, every look, every touch was a delicious torture.
“You’re teasing me.”
“Of course I am. Fucking your mind is as important as your pussy.”
“You’ve been fucking my mind all night.” I grabbed the back of Theo’s head, pulling him in my direction.
His gaze darkened, but instead of giving him the kiss he expected, I bit down on his lip and drew blood.
A growl erupted from deep in his throat, and he held his mouth over mine, letting me taste his blood. Our tongues dueled, and my need grew by leaps and bounds.
“We’re vampires now?” Xander asked a second before I fisted his hair and brought his mouth to mine.
I couldn’t care less that he could taste Theo’s blood on my lips—we’d already shared his cum.
“If you want true blood play, I can give it to you.” The huskiness in Xander’s voice sent spasms deep inside my core.
To have both my men feed every one of my dark desires was everything I could dream about. But after Andraius’s handiwork on my body, could I ever let anyone bring any blade against my skin? Even if it was for pleasure?
Eventually. If it were one of my men.
“Not yet, but when I’m ready. You’ll do it over the scars.”
“It won’t change them. That’s not how it works. It’s about desire, giving you that edge of pain that makes you float.”
“I know. Gaining pleasure from something that caused me excruciating agony is the best healing, don’t you think?”
“One day. When you’re ready.” He leaned forward, retaking my lips. “Now it’s time for our shower.”
Xander lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing and carried me into the multiple streams of water. Theo followed behind us.
Xander set me on my feet, and I tilted my face to the water. The heat seeped into my skin, calming and soothing. And just as fast, my body ignited with sensation as two sets of hands washed me, my hair, body, every part of me.
My men surrounded me, engulfing me with their presence, unique scents, and sheer beauty. They were so different from each other, each magnificent in their own right. They were both honed weapons, built to protect and fuck like madmen.
When their mouths and bodies joined in the ministrations, it was almost too overwhelming. I couldn’t think, only feel. My skin burned as if on fire from their scorching kisses. Each touch, tease, and bite sent me to an edge I was desperate to tip over. And they hadn’t once touched my pussy.
This was so evil, meant to drive me mad, to keep me hyperaware of them.
Theo’s teeth scraped down my stomach. “Oh, dear God. Yes.”
I threaded my fingers into his hair as he lowered to the floor, continuing his delicious, wicked torture over my mound and lower to graze my clit.
Xander glided his hand between the globes of my ass and slowly worked two fingers inside me. I pushed against him, loving and hating the situation at the same time.
Theo lifted my leg onto his shoulder and licked my pussy, tonguing my entrance and then circling my clit. He glided a palm up my thigh and thrust three fingers inside my throbbing channel.
“It’s too much,” I couldn’t help but whimper.
Xander chuckled in my ear. “Never too much. This body is built for us. “
I was so full, no way near how it felt to have both of them in me, but the stimulation of their thick fingers inside me had me writhing. Their wicked hands worked my body, my breath coming out in short pants, and heat bloomed in my belly as everything clenched inside me. My mind clouded with a euphoria I couldn’t describe.
“Oh, God.” I raked my nails through Theo’s hair, unable to control myself, so lost in the spasms rocketing inside me.
Spots burst behind my eyes, and the sensation of falling cascaded throughout my body.
“Theo, that tongue. What are you doing to me?” I reached up. “Xander. Please.”
I had no idea what I begged for, but I needed something. They had to know what. I was losing my mind with need.
Xander pulled his hand from my ass and Theo freed his fingers from my core. I whimpered, hating the loss of their touch, the extraordinary feel of having them so incredibly deep in me.
Without warning, Theo spread my thighs wider, and Xander positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy and plunged in with no mercy.
I couldn’t help but scream, tossing my head back.
“That’s right, let everyone hear how your men pleasure you.” Xander pummeled me while Theo held me stretched open for him.
“Let me see your eyes, Angel. Watch me watching Xander fuck that beautiful cunt of yours.”
My lids snapped open at Theo’s command. The sight of his hunger pushed my desire higher. All I could do was take the overwhelming pleasure pushed onto me.
“She’s so fucking tight and slick.”
“Let’s see if we can make her even tighter.” Theo’s mouth dived down to my soaked pussy.
He stroked and teased my clit and just when I was about to scream, he slid that wicked tongue away. But then I felt the wet heat of him where Xander fucked into me.
Theo teased and tasted both Xander and me. It felt so good, the sensation exhilarating and just on the cusp of overwhelming.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come before I’m ready,” Xander gritted out.
Theo lifted his head, giving Xander a smirk. “No, you’re not. This is all about her right now. You’ll have your turn again later.”
“Then keep that mouth from fucking with my cock.”
“If you insist.” Theo’s lips returned to my pussy. He took a long swipe with his tongue, purposely lingering where Xander fucked into me, and moved up to my clit, sucking it, right before he gave it a slight bite.
In the next instance, I bucked and begged as another release cascaded into me.
“That’s it, Angel,” Xander murmured into my hair as he thrust in and out of me and worked my breasts and nipples.
The shower poured over us, cascading in streams and filling the area with steam.
The onslaught of sensations pushed me to an almost unbearable level, making me want to desperately beg them to stop and threaten them with death if they ever stopped. I couldn’t get enough. This was what it truly felt like when two men worshiped the woman they loved.
Heat and quivers bloomed deep in my core, and my legs weakened. I reached back, clasping Xander’s neck as my other hand clenched harder in Theo’s hair. His dangerous tongue continued to lave my sensitive bundle of nerves and feasted on my pussy.
Theo continued to torment Xander with small grazes of his mouth. This game was one I loved so much.
Heat bloomed deep inside me and the walls of my pussy quivered and flexed around Xander’s pistoning cock.
“Come, baby. Come for us again,” Xander whispered into my ear.
With the next two strokes of his thick, hard cock, I detonated, screaming my pleasure. Pure, unadulterated ecstasy rocketed throughout every nerve in my body. It felt as if a kaleidoscope of color exploded behind my eyes.
How was this even possible? I went years without coming, and now this.
Theo stood, holding my thigh in his large hand and cupping my face with the other. He sealed his mouth over mine in a searing kiss. All the while, Xander continued to shift in slow, tormenting movements deep inside me. It was as if Xander and Theo were determined to keep me hanging in a state of sheer bliss.
“Remember that we’ve got you,” Theo said as his hand slid away from my jaw.
Opening my eyes, I stared into his dark gray gaze. I heard the familiar click of a bottle and then the press of a cock along the tight space that Xander currently occupied.
Oh God. They were going to take me at the same time. We’d done this in the past, a thing we’d worked up to. It was the deepest level of sexual intimacy we’d shared.
I remembered the heat of them, incredible sensations.
“You good with this?” Theo asked, leaving himself poised.
I held his gaze and did not hesitate to say, “Yes.”
Xander lifted me against him, taking all my weight, and Theo notched his thick, bulbous head inside me. The sensations of fullness that burst through me felt almost too much, too intense. And for a split second, I wasn’t sure I could do this.
“Breath, Angel,” Xander cooed. “Relax.”
“I’m trying. God.” I threw my head back. “Those dicks of yours are going to slice me in two.”
His thumb circled my clit, and a tremor shook me, allowing Theo to slide in further. I whimpered as he stretched me and seared me from the inside. It created an addictive mix of delicious pain and desperate need.
I wanted to run away and beg for more at the same time.
A head trip at its finest.
I held onto Xander’s and Theo’s arms, letting them rock against me. Lifting my face, I noticed how intensely they stared at each other.
The intimacy of this, the lust. This was who we were.
Theo and Xander moved together, sandwiching me between them and sealing their mouths together. Their passion was a livewire to my senses. It was an all-consuming kiss, owning, possessive.
My nipples strained harder. Fuck, this was hot. Then in unison, they turned their heads toward me, taking my lips one after the other, biting, sucking, tasting.
My pussy contracted, and a flood of desire coated their cocks.
Xander muttered as my spasming walls clenched around him, “You need to fucking get all the way inside her. This is torture. I won’t be able to hold it back this time.”
Theo pushed in farther, using shallow thrusts. “This isn’t as easy as you think. You can control it.”
The shower poured onto us, the drum of the many showerheads adding to the intensity of everything happening with the men holding me.
“Xander, kiss me, again.” I lifted my head, and he met me, letting me focus on him and the tingling exhilaration building within my cells.
Without realizing what I was doing, I began to gyrate against them, the movement so delicious. They were both deep in me. They pulsed. I felt the heat of them. Their torsos pressed so tight against my body and each other.
Their lust was more than evident in every caress, sound, and breath.
“You ready, Angel?” Theo asked, his voice thick and laced with so much desire.
I nodded, and the men began to fuck me. It wasn’t a hard-and-fast pounding but a measured and slow process. They filled me to capacity, stretching me beyond normal. I needed care, and they gave it to me.
A slow seduction, a building of my desire. Fuck. These men knew what they were doing.
With each plunge, they worked as a unit to keep a steady rhythm. The way they played my body was beyond anything I could imagine.
“It’s almost there. I feel it.” My clit throbbed, and a clenching heat took hold of me.
I moved along with the men, needing the extra friction. They pumped in and out, in and out. We were a unit, three lovers who trusted each other.
Xander reached between Theo and me and massaged my clit, right before he pinched it. That was the thing I needed to shoot me into bliss.
“Yes. Thank you,” I cried, tossing my head back and forth.
My back bowed, and I couldn’t think, only feel. I was in an unending loop of pleasure. It rolled and rolled. I barely registered the men roaring their releases. All I felt was my pussy continually contracting and quivering, my body and mind completely lost in the pleasure.
I knew if I died at this moment, I’d die happy.