Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SIRE
It takes forever for the sun to set and for me to get Wren into our tent.
“I need to take a quick bath first,” she insists, so I stand guard at the edge of the nearby river with my rifle in hand … and her engagement ring burning a hole in my pocket.
“Fuck, woman, you’re killing me,” I mutter, watching Wren strip naked before wading into the shallow water.
She teases, glancing over her shoulder, “Like what you see?”
“I’m going to fucking own what I see.”
Damn, I know heaven and hell exist because I feel both with Wren.
Playing with her, pleasing her, the promise of having her: that’s been my heaven. Not fully satisfying her, not seeing my ring on her finger while my cock is buried deep in her tight pussy while I come inside her: that’s my hell.
But not for long.
Watching her naked in the dusk-lit river, her thick hair twisted in a messy bun with black tendrils weaving down her wet tawny skin to her narrow waist, water lapping at her full hips, her delicate hands obviously washing her pert breasts, then her sweet pussy…
Goddamn, I am lucky.
I am starting new.
Wren’s right. We both need to confront our pasts because that soul-stunning woman, washing her sweaty neck, is my future.
She has no idea the plans I’ve been making. How I’m going to marry her when we get home.
When she’s finally washed and ready for bed, it makes me spoon her tight under our summer-weight sleeping bag.
Nash and Jace settle into theirs beside us. We made the snorers—Loch, Axel, and Grant—sleep in the other tent.
Thankfully, the frogs by the night river are louder. So are the crickets, chirping in the woods around us.
It’s peaceful.
But Wren, with her little silky sleeping shorts and shirt, and the hope she’ll be my wife soon, has me firmly awake.
Quietly, I sneak my hand under her shirt, caressing her warm skin.
Softly, she gasps while I pinch her taut nipple and suck her neck.
I go back and forth, tugging on her firm peaks, and rutting my hard cock between her plump ass cheeks, until she’s grinding back on me and we’re both fighting to stifle our moans.
“Shh, little angel,” I whisper in her ear. “Don’t let them hear me make you come.”
“Oh, we can hear you,” Jace answers with a husky voice.
He’s on the other side of Nash, who murmurs, “Like any of us will sleep until she comes.”
The throb in my cock is instant. “You hear that, Angel?” I guide Wren to lie on her back. “They won’t sleep until I make you come.”
The firelight outside our tent is slowly dying out, but it’s enough to see her face and the lust in her eyes.
“I want to make you come, too,” she insists, tugging down my boxer briefs, my cock springing free. She wraps her fist around it, making me grunt. My tip drips when she turns to Nash and Jace, three feet away, and says, “And they can come with us if they want.”
“Fuck,” Jace sighs. He knows who the real threat is. “Brother, don’t offer her if you don’t mean it.”
“Oh, I mean it. You can watch her.” I unbutton Wren’s soft top. “She’s fucking beautiful when she comes. Her gorgeous eyes roll back. Her little nipples get so hard. Her pretty pussy gets so pink, it drips and—”
“Goddamn,” Nash huffs, tossing his sleeping bag open. He’s already fisting his thick cock under his boxers.
“Oh, Angel.” I pull her shirt open, revealing her excited nipples. “Look, you’re tempting Nash.”
Wren glances over. Her hand squeezes my hard cock even tighter when she sees Nash, wedging his boxers down, exposing his soaring dick to her. “Oh my God,” she sighs. “He’s so hard.”
“Fuck, so am I.” Jace sounds like he’s in pain.
Wren stares up at me, her gaze flooded with desire. I’ve been training and torturing her for a month. She can read the permission in my eyes, how I want this for her. I’m testing her.
She’s not shy, tempting my brothers, “Both of you, watch my pastor make me come like a dirty girl, while I make your dicks come, too.”
“Yes, my angel,” I growl, kissing her mouth and finding her tongue.
It flips that switch inside me, and there’s no going back. I cross over into my darkest desires, and I don’t give a damn for decency, restraint, or shame. I have none. We have none.
“Spread your legs, Angel,” I order her. “Open wide so your kings can see that pretty, virgin pussy that belongs to me.”
That’s their sign. We’ve shared too much in the past. Jace and Nash know to kneel, side by side, on the other side of Wren. They rip their boxers down to their thighs, while I kick free of mine.
I’m naked and kneeling on the other side of my breathtaking future bride, who spreads her legs for my brothers to see what belongs to me.
“Just let them stare, Angel,” I demand. “Let them see how wet you get waiting for me to breed you. Aren’t you?” I pinch her nipple. “You’re so ready and waiting to take this hard cock and my cum?”
“Yes, Pastor, I’m all yours to fuck, to breed,” she tempts me. She drives me insane with our taboo role play, because it’s not.
I am her pastor, and this is my pussy to fill.
I press my swollen tip to her lips. I’ve taught her so well. She licks up my early drops. Fuck, I love it how she does it like my dick’s a lollipop, and she’s a naughty girl for my candy.
A hot shiver shoots down my spine, right to my groin, while I demand, “Spread your lips, Angel. Show my brothers how hard your clit gets for me.”
Wren moans, holding her cunt open, her tongue hungrily lapping at my crown.
“Damn,” Jace groans, staring at Wren, exposing her pussy to them while he slowly pumps his fist over his meaty length. “Fuck, man. You’re so lucky. She’s so beautiful. So pink and wet for you.”
Wren moans at his praise, so I lightly tug at her nipples, thrilling her even more while I taunt Nash, “What do you think of my hot, future wife, brother? Do you see why I’ve lost my mind and heart to her?”
Nash cups his balls, pulling on them while milking his tip. I’ve watched him jerk off so many times, from juvie to kink clubs, I know when he likes what he sees.
“I’ll fucking kill anyone else who touches her,” he vows. “She’s ours.”
“But, please, touch me.” Wren writhes, urgently lifting her hips while my cock bobs heavy over her hungry mouth.
“You want me to touch you, Angel?” I press my index and middle fingers to her lips, and she obeys. It gets me off how I’m the first to please Wren, to train her. Eagerly, she sucks my fingers until they’re coated in her spit.
Lightly, I circle my slick fingertips over her clit, and she shudders, her lips gasping under my swollen tip.
“Suck my cock, Angel. That’s it. Wrap that hand around it and suck me off while my brothers watch me play with your pretty clit.”
As I circle her hard, wet nub, her choked moans don’t stop. I know my brothers in the other tent can hear her, too, and that only arouses me more, my desires getting dirtier. I want the whole world to know, see, hear, smell, and bear witness to how Wren is mine.
I tease her clit until her pussy is weeping wet; she’s practically crying in pain. Gazing down at her eyes, they look desperate with lust, my tip, thrusting into her flushed cheek; her nipples can’t be any harder.
I pull out and demand, “Do you want more? Tell us, Wren. Tell your future kings what you want.”
She pants, “Yes. Please, Sire. I want you. I want you all to touch me.”
I feel the evil smirk emerge from my depths before she sees it. The fact that she moans when she does, imagining all the lecherous things I’m going to do to her, and she wants it, drives me fucking wild.
I even surprise myself at what I’m willing to do in moments like this.
“Get my queen off,” I tell Nash. “Feel how hard and perfect her little nipples are.”
Wren gasps, arching into Nash’s touch. She makes him groan while he cups her breast and jerks off over it.
“Brother.” I glance at Jace. He hides so much; I know. I love him for it, but he doesn’t have to hide it from me. “Touch her, too, and show her how good it can feel.”
Jace practically loses it. While I tease Wren’s clit, he lavishes her pussy lips. Tickling over her folds, lingering over her inner thighs, returning to tease her with erotic torture, never taking what’s mine, and she softly cries, “Oh God, it all feels so good.”
“That’s right, Angel.” I rub my tip over her panting lips. She loves the filthy tease while I taunt, “Suck your pastor’s cock. Come on. Show them what a dirty girl you like to be for me.”
That always makes her moan, her eyes rolling back. With my cock over her lips, my fingers scissoring her clit, Nash pinching her nipple, and Jace teasing her inner thighs, Wren comes so hard, the whole mountain can hear her.
“Holy fuck, she wants it bad.”
I hear Loch growl from the other tent, and he’s not wrong. I’m in awe, too, and on my edge. “That’s it, Angel. Keep coming for us, while you make me come, too.”
Wren knows what to do. She gets that devilish look in her eyes, loving this part.
Reaching between my thighs, she knows where to massage me.
How it makes my hips thrust my dick into her mouth.
How it makes fire ignite my veins. How it makes my lips shake and my thighs quiver when she fingers my ass, teasing me, “Show them how you bless me with your cum, Pastor,” before she wraps her lips around my cock, and I climax so hard.
I cup her head and grunt, over and over, watching her proudly swallow, before I shoot again across her cheek. I can’t even be dignified about it in front of my brothers, huffing, “Fuck, Wren. Fuck.”
This woman makes me lose my mind and surrender my soul.
She has my heart and needs my mouth between her thighs.
I crouch over her pussy while Jace holds her leg open, and I pin the other down. With a groan, I suck her clit and tongue her cunt until she’s screaming and pouring into my mouth, until she comes again at the sound of Nash’s grunt.
I glance up to see him shooting his cum over her tits. The sight must get Jace off because they’re kneeling so close, almost touching tips while Jace does it, too. He splatters Wren’s nipples, making her moan before I quickly suck her clit into another shaking orgasm.
I could come again to this debauchery, but that was enough for my angel. She needs to build up to this. I need to be careful with her.
She lies there, eyes closed and breath huffing, her gorgeous body a painting of our desire. I reach into my hiking backpack, next to our sleeping bag, for the personal wipes. Gently, I clean her while Nash and Jace lift their boxers. But I worry, “Wren? Angel, you okay?”
“Yeah.” She grins.
“Want to open your eyes so I can be sure?”
Her cheeks blush. “I’m shy.”
No, she’s mine. Forever.
Softly, I kiss her lips. “You’ll be my wife and our queen. You don’t need to be shy about letting us pleasure you.”
“Don’t be ashamed,” Nash assures. “We’ll do anything for you.”
“We’re proud to be your kings.” Jace sounds choked up. It makes Wren open her eyes, looking worried for him, and he swallows. “Wren, we all know what you survived, so don’t be shy about letting us take care of you now.”
I caress her hair. “Hear that, Angel? If I ever forget to take out the trash, my brothers will kill me for you.”
She laughs, but it’s true.
Wren has no idea how we’ll kill for her tomorrow and always.
And how I’ll die to make everything right for us, too.