Chapter Sixteen
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Raine
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I don't think my heart is beating anymore. I don't think I'm breathing anymore.
"But..." Why would they say something like that? I would always only choose them. They don't have to say those things to me just because of who my father was—a man I didn't know existed, and I don't know how to feel about that just yet.
"Raine, it's always only been you. Since the moment Maximilius slipped that piece of paper under our door with your name on it, you were ours."
"But why?" Their uncle wasn't entirely wrong. I truly am nothing like the women they know. The only reason they kept me for as long as they did was to find out what was going on. And now we know, and I'm not going to stand here and let them see my heart break.
"It doesn't matter," I say quickly. I don't want to know why.
"Because we fucking love you, woman," Alec growls low under his breath. "How many other ways do we have to say it?"
"Everything about you, from your smile to your strength, your resilience.”
"Your nearness does something indescribable to us, and we only know that we need you close to us, wearing our name, our seed inside your body, the taste of your essence in our mouths."
“We normally don’t ask for things. We take them. But we’re asking you to be our bride,” Alec says and produces a marriage license.
The fact that they wanted to marry me before they knew who my biological father is makes my entire body tingle with happiness.
I didn't feel my body move until I was crushed against theirs, being kissed so voraciously that I had to beg for air. My clothes are peeled from my body, and with every kiss that spans every inch of my skin, they whisper the words, "We love you," over and over again. “Now say yes.”
I do. I say it repeatedly, between kisses.
Tears drip from my eyes as they carry me to the bed, lay me down, and spread me wide.
I cry out when their mouths devour every part of my pussy, licking at my clit, parting my folds, and drinking from my wetness until my back arches and I'm forced to squeeze my nipples to alleviate the intense pressure in them.
I want them fully. Inside me.
"Please," I beg.
"Fuck, Raine," Alec says softly. "Do you understand what we're going to do to you? How far we'd have to stretch your body to take us. All three of us."
I swallow down my fear and nod, because I do understand the only thing that matters. I want to feel all three of their cocks inside me. At the same time.
"Can my body do that?" I ask, not caring that I sound stupid and naive.
"Yes," Conrad says. "Do you trust us with your body?" He asks as if that is a question that needs answering.
"Yes," I cry. "A thousand times yes."
My heart hammers in my chest as they carry me to a bench in the room and flip me onto my hands and knees. From behind, they shroud over me like a blanket of heat. I suck in a huge breath when I feel their hands on my butt, then their lips, then their teeth.
Dear god. I'm so wet, I'm going to drown myself in my intense need for them.
The instant their hands touch my pussy, I explode into a blinding orgasm. My clit throbs so hard, I grind myself into their palms, without shame.
But then they use their wet hands against my bottom hole, and I forget that I'm being brave. I immediately try to scoot away. The sensation of being touched there is so tremendously confusing I can't think straight.
Their touch leaves me hot, my river now a flood of fresh wetness, but my flight response triggers out of concern for me, for the foreignness of it all.
I'm forced to stay in place as Conrad places a hand on the small of my back. Pressing into me, his finger slips past the tight rings of my bottom hole.
Dear god. I can't even take just the tip of Conrad's finger.
But
then Theron pours a thin, warm liquid down between my cheeks.
I feel it slide all the way to my hole, where it gathers on Conrad's finger.
He pulls out, and Theron pours a generous amount onto his finger.
Coconut oil. Conrad slips in easier now.
He pumps me the same way Theron is now pumping my pussy.
I can't come again. I can't be this weak.
But then my eyes latch onto Alec in front of me.
His cock fully erect as he slides it between his hands.
My mouth waters. I'm so distracted that I belatedly react to Conrad slipping another finger into my asshole while Theron does the same to my pussy.
They scissor in and out of me. The sound of my wetness echoes around the room.
Alec growls softly. The stretch is mind-altering, so intrusive I don't know whether to pull away from it or push into it.
Dear god, I'm a mess. Another tumultuous orgasm builds inside me, but my body is too chaotic to give it any direction.
Conrad slips a third finger into me. Coconut oil now spills from my asshole as he pushes deeper.
I may be going blind. Theron spreads his three fingers inside my pussy, his thumb now brushing against my supersensitive clit.
A heaviness forms in my stomach. Oh no. No. No. No. My bladder. I cry out, clenching tight, but that only makes it worse. I'm going to embarrass myself. I'm going to pee.
"She's ready," Theron says. And as if they are lethal apex predators, huge but so stealthy, I barely have time to register that Theron and Conrad have released me and Alec has picked me up. But it's too late. I can't stop my orgasm. I can't stop the gush of liquid that is going to pour out of me.
My orgasm hits. I'm quivering so much, Alec, whom I'm straddling now, has to dig his hands into my hips to keep me still so he can penetrate me.
He waited the second it required for my pulsing, still climaxing pussy to release a flood of liquid, raining all over his cock before he thrust himself inside me so fully my eyes rolled back.
And all I could think about was the puddle of water I'm leaving on his abs. But that was the least of my problems.
Behind me, with my body rolling out yet another orgasm, Conrad and Theron line up their cocks at my bottom hole. I'm sobbing with embarrassment, lust, and pure need, so I beg them to enter me now. And they do. Fully.
My womb seems to fill up with my liquid at their intrusive penetration, their cocks so snug inside me that I can feel the ripple of their veins against my flesh. I can't control the second gush of liquid, not when all three of them are so deep inside me they're bumping each other.
I close my eyes and let go. The stream of warm liquid escapes from me. Alec pulls out just enough so that I fill the hollow of his stomach. Everything is hot and wet and primal.
"God, Raine. You were made for us."
They start to move inside me. Exploring the depths of me until they can go no further.
And then they start to fuck me. My body slips and slides between them.
Alec bites my nipple as Conrad bites my neck and Theron bites my shoulder.
I welcome the razor-sharp sting of their teeth the same way I welcome the way they're changing my entire body, from my heart to my soul.
"My loves," I whisper, and my words seem to unleash them.
They move inside me now with such slow deliberateness, it's as if they take me underwater with every thrust and then let me breathe as they ebb out before they bathe me in their seed, not letting me go until I've taken every last drop of them.
They are my loves. The air I breathe.
My fierce minotaurs. And I am their protector.