28. Helene #2
Hellevi breaks the kiss to lay her hand on Wren’s heart, Forest still holding her from behind. There’s nowhere for me to go but the unconscious step I take toward the stream is too raw and real.
I retreat and drag in desperate air, shuddering as another wave of lust grips me.
You are gorgeous no matter what form you take, because your heart and soul shine. Do you see now, Helene? Do you remember us?
Forest growls; only here, he is Muninn. Keeper of knowledge and memory. Forbidden.
And Nicholas is Niketas, Visigoth prince. The enemy.
Wren has always been what he is.
I lick my lips, watching Hellevi pulled tight between three male bodies. The longer I consider it, the more I'm forced to concede—I do know.
Maybe I’ve always been waiting.
Wren hovers with predatory intent as Forest grips her ass, Nicholas trailing his mouth and human teeth along her collarbone. My pussy flutters, and I unconsciously clench my legs, my hand sliding up to tease hard nipples.
Is it wrong to get turned on watching the four of them together? Watching the men with her? Is it wrong to want to join?
The confession is a filthy secret I shouldn’t have put into words.
I swallow down a groan, throat dry in contrast to the watering in my mouth. I rub my thighs to increase friction. Lust sets the ache trailing out from my core.
I'm in way over my head.
Good, Helene. So good.
My pussy flutters again with Forest’s internal commentary, and I wonder if it’s too late to turn back.
When I force my eyes open, Wren slides his hands between her thighs, teasing her clit before he glides two digits inside her waiting center. Hellevi throws back her head. He pushes deeper into her body—
The memory fades. Darkness curls, bordering the edge of the clearing and swallowing the scene, taking with it the image of the four writhing bodies in the clear stream.
“Oh, god.” I moan, the softness beneath my back cushioning me as I arch my hips up. The pressure inside me only electrifies.
Rough, calloused palms brush across my skin, and I grind my hips into the fingers trailing between my legs.
“Such a tight little pussy,” Wren whispers. “I can’t wait to feel you stretched around my cock.”
Forest growls. “We’re aching to be inside you, love. Look what you do to us?”
Wren pulls his fingers free and when I manage to pry my eyes open, he’s sucked the digits into his mouth, twirling his tongue to devour the wetness and taste me. I watch him while my brain struggles to make sense of the scene and this reality.
The last vestiges of the memory have disappeared only it wasn’t of my death. Why?
The four of us are on my bed. Door closed tight. When the hell did we get here?
How—
At least we’re not on the kitchen table. That’s a blessing. Gratitude spreads along with worry. Audra could wake up at any minute.
Wren’s shadows pull me into a seated position, controlling where I go, caressing me. He kisses my shoulder as Forest moves to the other side.
I swallow the lump in my throat before his mouth claims mine.
A reenactment of the first time we were together. Forest grabs the front of my shirt and tears it free. The moment it’s off, he’s back, heat sinking into me, tongue spearing past my lips. Invading.
All I taste is him.
No turning back.
If there was a last opportunity, it slips away. Only the pressure in my abdomen and the brush of his cock against my thigh.
I instinctively lift off my ass for the pants to go, too.
Forest breaks the kiss to grin, eyes primal. “Not yet, little shieldmaiden. Not yet. You have to be a good girl for us and let us devour you first. We’re not planning to rush.”
He falls to his hip, his cock bouncing with the movement. He’s bigger than I thought and already naked. His erection juts out in a straight line and the tip glistens with precum.
He tips my chin to face him and kisses me again. Wren’s shadows guide me onto my back again, slipping my pants free.
“We love watching you,” he whispers.
Forest drags a hand between my breasts and my legs widen. Hussy.
I squeeze my knees shut but Nicholas is there, crawling on his stomach with his face inches away from my throbbing pussy.
“He wants to be the first to taste you,” Wren murmurs. “Before we spread you open and make you scream.”
Nicholas growls and his eyes go black. The Almost Smile he flashes means more than a full grin from anyone else.
A small moan lodges in my chest as Forest grabs my face to kiss me harder. Wren spreads fire wherever he nips, biting a line across my neck and shoulders. And Nicholas, fuck—
His authoritative growl deepens, and I freeze, seconds before cool breath gusts across my slit.
Followed by his tongue.
The brush of his long exhale sends goosebumps along my skin. Then he wraps his lips around my core and sucks, sending my heart racing and climbing into my throat. Clawed hands graze up my inner thighs to pin me.
He lifts ink-black eyes to watch me with his head buried between my legs.
The answering pull in my pussy drags a hiss of air from him, and I know without asking that tonight, I’m going to lose myself.
He slides his tongue into my channel, and Forest moves at the same time, parting my lips, kissing me like the sun rising tomorrow depends on it.
Wren slides his hand up to my throat to collar me.
“You’re ours, pretty monster,” he says. “It’s the same thing I told you then. You belong to us. No more running. We’ve found you.”
Puzzle pieces snap into place.
The ache between my legs spikes, and my heart cracks.
There’s not enough room for this inside me. For any of it.
No matter how much I’d like it to be true.
No matter how patiently the three of them wait for me to play catch up.
Forest kisses, Wren increases the pressure, and Nicholas lifts my ass to arch my hips up to his mouth. His tongue finds the right tempo, the right spot, and my head blanks.
I’ve never felt so alive. Or so guilty.