Chapter 35 #2
I went from nothing and no one—last Christmas, I cried, shivering alone in a tent—to everything shared with so many. To a love with Sire I never knew was possible.
Joyful tears well in my eyes. I can barely focus on the sight of Jace standing before me.
Good God, he’s so brutally beautiful, too.
With a tender, gruff voice, Jace asks, “You sure you want this, little one?”
What’s little? Not Jace’s body. Not his colossal inked hand, stroking his swollen dick. Like his brothers, he’s wearing a sexy dark suit, so there’s nothing little about my desire either.
“I… I…”
This sudden feeling in my chest. What is it? It’s not fear. I know what love is, too. I feel it everywhere in Sire’s warm touch, holding me, claiming half of me.
So what is this new light, beaming inside my soul?
Is it trust? Belief? Lust? Power? Some unnamed bond? They tumble together while I’m silenced by emotions, staring up at Jace.
“I’ll go slow.” He thumbs my cheek. “Just say what you want.”
“Double penetration,” I say it again, confidence finding my voice. “With my husband. With you. That’s what I want.”
Desire flashes across Jace’s eyes. Snatching a condom from the nearby table, he rolls one on. I’m so stretched by Sire. So overwhelmed by his thick dick, filling my ass, I have no idea how Jace will fit.
But I want to try. I scan our audience, their eyes hooded with desire, wanting to watch us try, too.
This is the belief Sire mentioned. The erotic bond. We don’t need to share blood when we share our flesh. When these men prove if I trust them to be inside me, they’ll never leave.
They’ll be mine, too.
“Be gentle,” Sire growls, warning his brother.
I can feel Sire’s sweat on his pecs, his concern, his heart pounding against my back. “I want this,” I assure him.
Reading Jace’s sapphire eyes, they’re not sure, but his hard dick is, so I urge, “Please, try. I want to feel it.”
Pouring more cool lube over my waiting pussy, Jace promises, “Say stop, and I will.” He touches my chin, lifting my stare to his. “We’ll never hurt you, Wren. We’ll always take care of you. You understand?”
I nod, getting teary. Not from terror. It’s how tender Jace is. How loving Sire is, too.
“We got you, Angel,” Sire sighs over my ear, holding me against his chest. “If you like it, say so, and we’ll make sure you love it.”
While Jace slowly teases my entrance, Sire turns my chin.
Deeply, he kisses me with every ounce of love and trust between us.
I’m flooded by his protection, his possession.
Sharing is not something Sire will usually allow.
No, he’d fucking kill someone. But he needs me to trust his brothers. To bond. To believe…
I’ll never be alone again.
Is that this feeling? This potent heat between him, me, and his brother?
Slowly laving his tongue over mine, Sire reaches down, teasing my slick clit with his fingers, while Jace breaches my entrance, pressing an inch inside me.
My gasp, instant.
“Angel.” Sire pulls back, searching my eyes. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I pant, anchored to his stare. “Yes, keep going.” I talk to my husband while his brother listens, slowly urging another inch inside me.
“God,” I groan, seeking Sire’s lips. I need the anchor of his kiss, whimpering when I feel Jace pull out, before barely pressing a few inches inside me again.
Grunting, Jace worries, “Fuuck, Wren. Fuck, you’re so damn tight. Tell me this feels good for you, too.”
Jace’s fingers start to tease my clit, too, like it’s his instinct, giving me pleasure. His fingers flutter over my clit, alternating with Sire’s, and it’s so erotic. So intimate. So goddamn … full.
That’s how this feels. Full of them. Full of their care. Full of pleasure. What are the words for this?
“Yes,” I rasp, turning my stare to Jace. “It feels so good. Give me a little more.”
Gazing down at where we’re joined, Jace clenches his granite jaw. Slowly, he drives another swollen inch inside me, the pressure and pleasure between our bodies increasing, swelling.
Clearly, Jace is aroused. He’s rock hard. But he’s holding back.
Is he worried about me? Is his heart somewhere else and in love? Is this his kink, a double penetration? Is he so alone and needing a warm connection? Some kind of sex?
Yes to all of it. I can see it flooding his bedroom eyes.
“Fuck me.” I want to take care of him, too. I can’t feel pleasure unless we all do. “Fuck me, both of you, and stretch my tiny holes. Use me. Tell me I’m a good girl, taking all this dick.”
“Fuck, Angel.” Sire’s been motionless inside me, not wanting to hurt me. Slowly, he starts thrusting. “You like this? You like being a good girl, taking two big dicks in these tight little holes?”
“Oh fuck.” Jace rolls his eyes. He starts thrusting, too. “Fuck, this feels so fucking good. You’re so fucking warm, so goddamn tight and wet.”
Jace hasn’t fucked in a long time. I can tell. All his tension, over who I don’t know, melts from his body. I touch his starched shirt, feeling his huge pecs, lax at my touch. I’m right.
“Yes,” I rasp, their dicks like shallow, slick pistons taking my body; tender in my cunt, taboo in my ass. Two men hold me, pressing their lips to my ears, their aroused breath making me confess, “I feel so tiny in your arms. Harder. Please. I love it.”
Sire moans, needing this too. He gets off on my pleasure. Sometimes, I think it’s all he cares about, but I care about him, too.
“Yes, Pastor.” I get off on his pleasure. “Forgive me for being such a greedy little slut for you.” That makes Sire grunt, driving into my ass, his fingers pinching my clit. “Oh, God, yes. Breed me like one.”
“Fuck, yes, Wren.” The tenderness leaves Jace’s voice. “We’ll kill for you.” He pulls out, driving back inside my aching pussy with a snarl, “But goddamn, I’m gonna fuck you like our little slut now.”
Heat flashes over me. Stars dot my vision. My thighs start shaking. My clit ignites with Sire strumming it.
“Yes, Angel.” Sire turns my head, taking my kiss again. His lips. His love. His words, taking me, too. “Come so fucking hard for us. My sweet, slut. We’ll fuck you all night.”
“Mmm.” I anchor to Sire’s kiss so I can fall into an ocean of pleasure, so I can come back to him.
But not before dark, tumbling, wet waves make me thrash with pleasure.
There’s no land. No time. No sight. No one but Sire, while a giant wave eclipses my world, destroying it with an orgasm so strong, I’ll never be the same.
Virgin. Gone.
Alone. Gone.
Pain. Gone.
It’s Sire and me and this new shore. My new home.
“More,” I groan, feeling Jace pull out before warm spurts splash across my tits. My eyelids flutter, seeing Jace. He’s so fucking hot, coming on my nipples. He looks so relieved, while I feel so powerful. I shudder with another climax. “Oh, fuck, yes, give me more.”
“Grant,” Sire calls out, and I tremble, thrilled, needy, and open.
Grant’s different because Delphine joins him. Loch hands her the Hitachi wand while Grant rolls on a condom.
“Say it, Angel.” Sire won’t leave me. He’s still inside me. He always will be. “Tell me you want this.”
“More,” I sigh over his lips. “I want to feel more.”
I was never held. Never loved. Never treasured. Still, I tried so hard to be happy. And now … I am. I’m loved.
Sire holds me every night. He worships me every day. He loves me forever. He’s more than what I need.
But sometimes, a woman should finally get what she desires, too.
“Careful with her.” Sire gently thrusts, contrasting his concern for me with his carnal need to fuck my ass. I love him.
Grant is careful, and Delphine, generous. I can tell she trained Loch. Lusciously, she teases my clit with the wand while Grant matches Jace’s inches. They could be twins. But while Jace seems tortured by love, Grant acts freed by it. He’s perfect for Delphine.
Carefully, Grant slides half of his cock inside, waiting for my exhale. I can’t stop moaning at the sensation returning. The stretching. Fullness. Burning. Pleasure.
“Fuck, brother,” Grant huffs. “She’s clenching my cock. Match my tempo. Slowly…”
They’ve done this before with Delphine. She told me about her initiation, and I’m thankful.
While Sire drives into my ass, Grant drags out of my pussy. When Grant pushes back into my channel, Sire kneads my excited nipples, pulling out of my ass. All while Delphine lavishes my clit with the vibrating wand.
Erotic euphoria. Lewd light. Fucking frenzy. Every word and sensation is not enough, and claiming every inch of my flesh.
“Oh my God.” I fall into my ocean again, Sire’s lips returning to mine. He’s my oxygen. My rescue. My world, while I dive into pleasure for so long, I don’t care how long it takes, I just float until I come so hard again, screaming into Sire’s kiss.
“Fuck, Angel. Do you want more?” He sounds worried. Or, exhausted? I open my eyes and find his, searching mine while Grant and Delphine retreat to a sofa.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
He grins. “You’re worried about me? While my hard dick is in your ass?”
“Yes.”
“My angel,” he brushes his lips over mine, “your body is where I belong. I can stay here forever.”
I giggle. “No, you can’t. I know how to make you come.”
“Don’t.” He hoists me higher. “Don’t until you’re done. This is for you. What do you want?”
“You.”
He smirks, licking his lips. “Naughty girl.” He thrusts his generous cock. The man could be a porn star, I swear. “You got me in your ass, so who else do you want in this pussy? Enjoy it now, because no fucking way do they get you after your initiation.”
My initiation.
This already feels like it. But it’s not. There will be a ceremony. I’ll receive my…
My second king?