Chapter 51
Iswallow hard. Zeke is so close to me, a predatory glint in his eye. Something that tells me he’s been taking it easy on me so far. I force air into my lungs—slow, steady breaths that do little to calm the nerves taking over me.
“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen now.” Zeke leans in, nipping at my ear. And I can’t help but feel like this is his way of affording me a moment to breathe. A moment to say no, if I need it.
I let loose a shaky breath, looking up at him as he pulls back. I hope he can see how much I don’t want him to stop, how much I need all of whatever he will give me.
“I’m going to position you where we need you. And you aren’t going to argue, you aren’t going to move." He nods to Sterling behind me. "You're going to let Sterling and I fuck both of those pretty, tight holes of yours.”
My mouth drops open, taken back by the crudeness of his words.
It shouldn’t surprise me. It’s all Zeke, the bluntness, the vulgarity.
But I’m reluctant to admit how much it turns me on to hear him speak this way towards me.
There’s no sugarcoating, no twisting the truth because he doesn’t think I can take it.
There’s nothing but true, honest—albeit lustfilled—intent in his words.
“And because I am a male of my word, I will feed from him while we do it.”
I gasp, a quiet sound that barely registers in my own ears.
A smile snakes its way across his lips as he watches my reaction to his words.
He leans in, pressing his lips against mine as his hand slips behind my lower back.
He lifts me up, without breaking the kiss, as Sterling slides out from behind me.
Zeke sighs into my mouth, resting his forehead against mine when he pulls away.
“Consider this my final apology, Angel. For everything I’ve done.”
“It’s already forgiven, Zeke—” But he lifts a finger to my lips, cutting me off.
“Don’t. Don’t say it. Not tonight. Just let me show you how deeply I desire you. And don’t afford me the pleasure of forgiveness till I’ve finished. Because I don’t deserve it. Not yet.”
My heart aches for him. For as much self-deprecation as I have poisoning my head, I know Zeke has even more.
The three of us have so much brokenness here.
So much pain and judgement about our own flaws and shortcomings.
And just like Sterling, I long to tend to Zeke’s wounds.
But he’s too stubborn to let anyone else care for him.
Too possessive of control to allow anyone glimpse those more vulnerable parts of himself.
But tonight has felt like a step in the right direction.
And once he feeds from Sterling, we will be each other’s equals.
In every way. He may refuse to accept my forgiveness yet, but nothing is stopping me from silently vowing to spend as long as it takes mending those wounds in him.
To help him heal as he has begun to help me.
That’s what we are for each other.
Safety. Healing. Acceptance.
And I realize I don’t just mean the three of us. Aamon and Quinn too. All of us. Whatever this is, it’s a path forward. A path to a better reality. A home none of us have ever had before.
Zeke lays me back down on the bed, turning me on my side. Sterling faces him on his knees just before me, pushing my legs up so that the back of my thighs are pressed against the side of his body.
“Gods, you are so beautiful,” Sterling says, stroking my thigh.
“Don’t fawn over her until she’s earned it,” Zeke orders, knocking Sterling’s hand away and slapping the space on my thigh where he was just stroking.
I yelp, shocked by Zeke’s sudden change in demeanor.
It's quite the juxtaposition, the way he goes from sensitive and vulnerable, to domineering and brutal in a matter of heartbeats.
“Besides." He winks down at me. “She’s had her turn. Now she’s here for us to use.” I open my mouth to object, but Zeke slaps my thigh again and takes advantage of my astonishment to push my thigh to my chest and dip his fingers inside me once more.
My head falls back on the bed, not ready for the next round of pleasure already taking over me.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me. “Sterling,” he orders in a coarse voice full of barely contained need. He doesn’t have to say anything else before Sterling’s hand finds my clit and begins a steady rhythm.
“Gods,” I exhale, hands fisting into the sheets.
“If you’re going to open that pretty little mouth of yours, I better not hear anything other than our names coming out of it,” Zeke scolds. His fingers are gone in an instant, his arousal-slicked hand coming down hard against the curve of my ass. “Understood?”
“Yes, Ezekiel,” I manage to get out. But his fingers are already back inside me, pumping roughly. I gasp as he doubles down on his ferocity, the smallest edge of fear creeping into my mind at what’s to come.
He removes his hand from me once more, cupping it under his mouth.
I gape up at him as he spits into his palm, the action so vulgar and obscene, and yet somehow simultaneous so arousing.
He smirks, acknowledging my reaction before lowering his hand to my backside. He slides his fingers through my fluids again, mixing it with the spit in his palm until he reaches my back entrance and coats me in the concoction.
He lets go of my hip, repeating the motion with his other hand, and begins stroking himself to the rhythm of his thumb pressing in and out of me.
I'm so turned on, I’m nearly convinced I don’t even need him to do anything else for me to come.
But then Sterling lines himself up with my entrance, pushing slowly into me.
I moan, loud and long as Sterling sinks himself into me. But I remember Zeke’s warning at the last moment and stop myself from saying anything else. I suck in a shallow breath, tensing when Zeke’s hand disappears from my backside—replaced by his already leaking head.
“Breathe, Angel,” Sterling reminds me. And I do, deep breaths in and out as Zeke pushes inch by inch into my tightness. I’ve done this before, I remind myself. But everything about Zeke is so incredibly large. Including his cock. And my stomach tightens at the idea of taking him fully.
“Your cunt was greedy enough, Evangeline. Don’t tell me your ass is any different.
” Zeke wraps one hand around my hip, digging his fingers into me so hard I’m sure he'll leave bruises.
But I crave the roughness, crave the strength and possessiveness he holds over me.
He lifts his other hand to Sterling, using his shoulder to balance himself as he continues slowly working himself deeper into me.
“Fuck Zeke, I can feel you inside her.” Sterling gasps. “Evangeline, you are so tight for us—taking us so fucking well.”
“Don’t praise her until she’s taken this entire dick,” Zeke chides. He lets go of Sterling’s shoulder, slapping him square across the face. I gasp, freezing at the sudden action. But to my surprise, Sterling’s head falls back as a low growl rips from his chest.
“Fuck yes. Again. Please, Ezekiel.”
Zeke obliges, smacking him again. I bite down on my lip to try and keep the noise building in my throat at bay.
“Looks like our girl is enjoying herself after all.” Zeke looks sidelong at me, torn between keeping his eyes on me, Sterling, or rolling back in his head. He pushes further into me, bottoming out against the curve of my ass.
He looks down at where the three of us connect, a broad grin on his lips. “Look at that, Sterling. Have you ever seen a more beautiful sight?”
“Nothing—more—fucking—beautiful,” Sterling exhales, enunciating each word with the pump of his hips. “In the entire world.”
“I guess Sterling was right. You are such a good fucking girl, Angel.” Zeke rocks his hips back and forth, getting used to the feel of me. I squirm between the two of them, overwhelmed by the fullness of them inside of me. Together.
Zeke growls in disapproval. “Now why do you have to go and prove me wrong right when I’m praising you?
” He reaches out his arm closest to me, wrapping his fingers in my hair at the crown of my head, lifting me slightly and holding me in place.
My gaze drops to where they're working at my entrances, mesmerized.
“Hmm,” he chuckles, his eyes tracking my gaze. “Our girl likes to watch, does she?” He turns his attention back to Sterling. “Why don’t we give her a show then?”
Sterling doesn’t wait for permission before he’s leaning into Zeke and kissing him deeply.
Both of them rock in and out of me in unison, careful not to break away from each other.
And gods damn it, Zeke is right. I do like this.
I fucking adore it. Seeing their love, their affection, for each other?
Seeing it in unison with their desire for me?
It’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out as Sterling hits something deep inside of me. His fingers find their way back to my clit and the combination of all three movements has me wound so tight, I’m sure I’m about to explode.
Zeke drops my head just long enough to pinch my nipple. Hard. I scream, but he ignores the reaction. “What did I say about using that mouth?”
“Fuck, Sterling,” I correct myself. Sterling's fingers pick up speed, punishing me with the way he keeps switching up his rhythm.
“Better,” Zeke hums, finding the crown of my head again and lifting me to watch them once more. He looks deeply into Sterling’s eyes, and for the briefest moment it feels like perhaps they’ve forgotten I’m even here.
“Are you ready?” he asks. Sterling nods, letting his head fall back as Zeke takes his arm in his free hand. He hesitates a moment, staring at Sterling’s tawny skin. But Sterling's fingers are still moving, and I shift my hips slightly, unable to stop myself from claiming more.
“Gods damn it,” Zeke curses, eyes rolling back in his head as he grinds against my ass.
He flashes his fangs as he bites down on Sterling’s arm, eyes still closed in pleasure.
Sterling melts, barely holding himself up as Zeke latches onto his skin, sucking down his blood.
And to my surprise, the same sensation washes over me as earlier.
The heat, the need, the primal desire to claim and be claimed.
The circle is complete, the three of us connected. Not by status, not by emotion. But by blood. Blood, body, and spirit. It’s nearly crippling, sending my head reeling as I sense the pleasure of not just me but all three of us at the same time.
Zeke’s grip in my hair tightens as he picks up his pace against my ass.
Sterling copies his lead, and the three of us are lost to an eternity of endless ecstasy.
Watching them complete something that has been years in the making.
Watching them do it for me. The moment feels endless, all-encompassing.
Zeke finally pulls away from Sterling's forearm, only long enough to find his lips. They melt together, picking up their rhythm to an unfathomable rate as they claim each other while slamming into me. It’s perfection. It’s bliss. And it’s all it takes for me to crash over the edge, along with them.