Chapter Twenty-Two
Danae
My heart thunders in my chest, slamming so hard against my rib cage I’m almost afraid it might explode. The sight of them all. Silas, Adriel, and Joseph, standing here and looking at me like I’m a hot meal they can’t wait to devour, leaves me breathless with excitement.
Silas' blue eyes take a darker, intense edge as he crosses the room and heads straight toward me. He stops right before me, and I swear if my arms weren’t bound to this bed, I would leap up at him. His hand caresses my face, his finger trailing along my lips.
“Joseph?” he calls out, a steady authority in his voice, “…eat her out.”
I don’t know which turns me on more: The way Joseph makes a beeline for me with a grin on his face or the way Silas tells him to do it. But my desire is boiling over now.
“Oh fuck, that feels so…” I try to talk as Joseph buries his tongue into me again, but my screams are swallowed up by Silas, who plants a hungry kiss on my lips. I scream into him and lick him. My tongue is the only part of me I can move now, and I move it with everything I have.
Silas pulls out, his voice low, almost scarily so. “You like it when he eats your pussy, huh bitch?”
I want to hit him. I want to bite him. But all I can do is bite my lip and nod. I want him. All of him.
I spot Adriel, and he’s already tossed his trousers to the side, the sight of his protruding cock only deepening my excitement. He’s barely holding back his own excitement, his hand moving over his cock with a sensual intensity.
He sees me looking at him, and he winks, very Adriel-esque. “You’re so fucking hot like this.”
I want to respond, but then it hits me. A tidal wave of pleasure shattering me completely. The sounds that come out of me don’t make any sense. My arms and legs tremble furiously, making my right arm free from the binds.
Joseph rises from between my legs, licking my juices on his lips, a smile across his face. “You taste so good.”
Silas rises just then, undressing in a heartbeat. By the time I recover from the mind-blowing orgasm, Joseph’s tongue has just sent through me, and Silas is hovering over me, his stiff cock grazing my still throbbing pussy.
“You’re going to be a good little bitch and take every inch of my cock now,” he says, his voice raspy.
And for the first time, I want to completely yield to Silas. I want him to take me. “Yes,” I answer.
He drops himself, the full length of his cock sinking into me, and I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head.
His thrusts are firm, powerful, filled with passion, and a kind of rage that sends butterflies through my belly.
“Damn. That’s so fucking sexy,” Adriel says, stepping forward. I take his cock in my mouth. Joseph isn’t far behind, and I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking it with whatever composure I can muster.
Silas slams into me more fervently than before, and when I look at him, I see that he is truly lost, just as lost as I am. I’m so lost, I beg for him. “Knot me, baby! Please…fucking knot me,” the words leave me.
And he does.
His muscles stiffen, he wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes it so hard it dances on the line between sexy and dangerous. He explodes into me, his knot keeping us locked together. Our breaths come out in ragged pants as our eyes stay glued to each other.
It’s a blissful moment.
His knot subsides, and he slips out of me, walking over. But just then, Adriel falls into his place, that typical charming smile on his face.
“Hey Angel,” he says, gleaming at me, “I’m not about to miss out on this slice of heaven.”
I almost laugh. I’m sure I would have if it wasn’t for my mouth spluttering out a moan as his cock slipped into me just as he spoke. He plants near worshipful kisses on my neck as he takes me.
Joseph moves to my mouth, and I stretch out my tongue, licking his cock before taking all of it into my mouth. Adriel’s thrusts are firm and slow, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
Soon, he’s at his peak.
“I’m going to cum.” He says, and he tries to pull out, but I wrap myself around him. I’m close too, and I need this now.
“Oh shit. Fuck.” He yells. My hips move almost of their own will. I grind into him over and over until I erupt.
He erupts just then. His knot swells inside me as he collapses onto me, almost completely out of breath.
As it returns to shape, he rolls over. And Joseph doesn’t hesitate.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” He says, and I know he means it. His eyes are so needy, so full of desire. I can’t believe this beautiful man wants me this much.
But he does, and it’s evident in how he takes me.
Joseph fucks me like I’m the last girl he will ever fuck, and honestly, I hope I am. His thrusts come in deep, fast, passionate strokes. His moans echo throughout the room as he loses himself in me.
And soon, he’s there too.
“This pussy feels so fucking good.” He howls as his knot enlarges, rooting him in place.
“I know, and we’re just getting started,” Silas' voice adds.
The hours pass in an orgasmic blur. We’re at it the entire day, and I’m not even sure when I fall asleep, my body quaking from an entire day's worth of pleasure.
When I wake up, I see the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The warmth of two bodies pressed close against mine is grounding, comforting even. The memories of the day come flooding back.
It all feels surreal, like a fevered dream I can’t wake from. Like if I pinch myself, I’d wake up from this. My cheeks flush as I remember the intensity of it all.
I can’t believe it. These three absolutely gorgeous men completely devoured me. And they wanted to. They all looked so hungry for it. It was passionate, fierce, and I was at the center of it. I can’t name the feeling that surges through me, but it’s a kind of glee I’ve never felt before.
And the way they knotted me? Even remembering it sends a shudder through my spine.
Not even in my wildest dreams would I have ever envisioned my first knot would have been like this.
The way they looked, desperate, completely lost. The way their knots felt inside me. It was incredible.
I turn my head to glance at the clock on the nightstand. 3:00 a.m. The room is silent save for the sound of deep, even breathing. Joseph lies on my left, his arm draped lazily over my waist. Adriel is on my right, his face buried in the pillow, hair a mess of waves. But the space beside Adriel, where Silas should be, is empty.
A tinge of unease stirs in me. My gaze drifts toward the balcony, and there he is. Silas is standing tall, silhouetted against the night. The soft breeze plays with his hair as he stares out into the darkness. Something about the rigid line of his shoulders sends a pang of worry through me.
Why isn’t he here?
I slip out of bed as quietly as I can, careful not to wake the others. My bare feet make no sound on the cool floor as I approach the glass doors. With each step, my excitement and nerves war within me. The day we shared was unlike anything I ever imagined…overwhelming and beautiful. But now, faced with Silas’s distant form, doubt creeps in.
“Hey,” I call softly, my voice barely audible as I step onto the balcony.
He turns slightly. “Hey,” he replies, but his tone is distant, cold.
I feel a lump form in my throat. This isn’t the Silas from earlier, the one who looked at me with unrestrained desire and longing. This is someone else entirely, locked away behind an impenetrable wall.
“It looks like my heat started early,” I say, trying to fill the silence, trying to reach him. My laugh is awkward, nervous.
He doesn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the stars.
My fingers twist together as I push forward. “What a day,” I murmur, trying to find some levity. “It felt amazing. I almost can’t believe it. If anyone ever told me I’d share something like this with my perfect match, his brother, and his best friend, I would’ve laughed.”
Still nothing. The silence is deafening now, and the weight of his stillness presses down on me.
“Silas,” I venture, my voice trembling slightly. “Is…is everything okay?”
He turns to face me then, and the coldness in his eyes cuts deep into me. “It’s good, isn’t it?” he says, his voice sharp. “All of us being together. I’m glad you enjoyed it. At least you’ll never lack pleasure in our marriage. You’ll always have them to call on when your heat starts.”
The words sting so much they might as well be a smack across my face. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. Did he really just say that?
“Silas,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Did I do something wrong? Why are you talking to me like this? Do you…do you hate me that much?” My throat tightens, and tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “Did what just happened mean nothing to you?”
For a moment, just a fleeting moment, I think I see something crack in his expression. Regret? Pain? It’s gone before I can be sure. He turns away from me, and my heart shatters further with each passing second of silence.
“Silas, please,” I plead, my voice barely holding together. “Talk to me.”
He doesn’t. Instead, he takes a step toward the edge of the balcony, and before I can react, he leaps.
“Silas!” I cry out, rushing forward.
My breath catches as I watch him shift mid-fall, his form melting into the sleek, powerful figure of his wolf. He lands gracefully, barely making a sound, and takes off into the forest without so much as a backward glance.
The tears are streaming down my cheeks now.
What did I do wrong?