26. Octavia
26
Octavia
I was born for my brothers.
That is why I exist: to belong to them.
Our damage is something you can never fix, the wounds scarring our souls until they’re ruined beyond repair. We’ve been twisted up from the inside, but in the darkness, we found each other, forging our broken parts together until we are only whole together.
I was born for them, but they live for me. Every decision, every action, I am at the centre. They don’t do anything unless it benefits our life together. Without me, they would be lost. They would have no peace, no love, just darkness until the sweet release of death took them. Without them, I would be nothing—a shell without a soul, drifting through life until it ended.
I wasn’t supposed to love them, and they weren’t supposed to love me, but the world pushed us together in a way I will never regret.
“What is our blushing bride doing out here all alone?” Dorian whispers in my ear, his haunting voice sending goosebumps down my spine as I admire the beautiful art Bastian painted on my nails the night before—pink and black roses with blood dripping down thorns. I’m obsessed with them.
“Not thinking about running, are you, pretty girl?” Bastian growls, coming up behind me on my other side. “Because we would be more than happy to hunt you down.” He grazes his teeth over my bare shoulder, biting down until I moan, tilting my head back into his chest.
“You’re supposed to be waiting for me at the end of the aisle,” I whisper, melting into their touch.
“Did you really think we would let you walk down the aisle without having a taste?” Dorian groans, placing me between them with him at my front. “You’re all dressed up like the most beautiful treat I’ve ever seen.”
He eyes up my blush pink wedding dress, running his fingers over the exposed skin of my chest. Bastian cups my breasts in the corset, gripping them tight, running his lips over the shell of my ear. “I want to stand at the end of the aisle with you all over my fucking face.”
“Do you want your big brothers to eat your pussy and your ass before you tie yourself to us for the rest of our lives?” Dorian asks, tipping my chin up with his finger.
“Yes,” I moan, panting as Bastian pulls up the big skirt of my dress, bending down and cursing as he gets a glimpse underneath.
“Naughty fucking girl, getting married with no underwear on. I want your cum dripping down your legs as you say I do. Tell me what you want, angel.”
I lick my lips, my pupils blown wide, holding in the moan as Bastian drags his tongue over my cheeks. “You. I want both of my big brothers to make me come.”
“Good fucking girl,” Dorian growls, capturing my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip before dropping to his knees.
I lean forward, placing my hands on the wooden door that separates us from a room full of people waiting to watch us get married. Dorian kisses the scar of his name on my thigh, then the other one where I let Bastian carve his as well. Can’t have one without the other.
Bastian spreads my ass, his tongue teasing my hole, making my legs shake and a gasp fly free. He’s so fucking good at that. Bastian’s tongue was made to worship my body. Dorian flattens his tongue on my clit, swirling it in a circle, doing that thing I love with his fingers. He slips two inside me and then stretches them out as far as they will go, making me feel so full before adding a third.
My wavy hair starts to stick to my skin, sweat beading as heat builds. They both lick and suck and bite, making every nerve inside me come alive. I bite my bottom lip, trying to hold in the noises I’m making. Every single important person in the bloodline is just on the other side of the doors I’m leaning against. Our wedding has become the event of the century—not one person RSVP’d no. We even had people send in requests to come who weren’t invited. Everyone wants to know how this has been allowed to happen, but no one has had the courage to voice their concerns, according to my grooms.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, slamming my hand over my mouth. Dorian has worked my pussy so much, I feel his fifth finger slip in, and I feel so full, I fear I’m going to burst as Bastian slips two fingers into my ass.
“Don’t you dare cover your mouth, pretty girl,” Bastian growls, sinking his teeth into my ass cheek. “We want them all to hear how much we make you scream.”
They both pick up the speed, not leaving me empty for a second. My legs shake, lightning shoots down my spine, roaring pleasure filling me up from my toes. Dorian moves his head back, flicking my clit with his other hand as he fists me.
“Come for us, angel. Show them all who you belong to.”
My orgasm rolls through me, stronger than it’s ever been. My back bows, my head flying back as I scream. They keep going, not letting the orgasm die out. Dorian fucks me with his fist vigorously until my legs begin to shake and my knees buckle. He pulls out his hand, and I come all over his face.
“Oh god,” I sob, about to fall to the ground, but they both jump up, catching me in their embrace.
“Not God, angel. Your fucking brothers are the only ones who make you come like that,” Dorian whispers harshly, licking up the side of my neck.
Bastian leans over my shoulder and drags his tongue over Dorian’s chin, catching my release before kissing me on the lips so I can taste all three of us.
“Let’s go get fucking hitched.” He grins against my lips. My dress falls back into place, but before I even have a chance to fix myself up properly, Bastian opens the double doors, slamming them hard against the wall so every single person in the room turns back to us in shock. From the looks on their faces, there wasn’t a single soul that didn’t just hear me scream.
“You are supposed to meet me at the end of the aisle,” I hiss quietly as they stand on either side of me, each taking an arm.
“Like we’d ever let anyone else have the honour of escorting you down.” Dorian places a quick kiss on my lips and winks. “I’d kill them if they tried.”
Bastian cackles loudly. “You're ours, pretty girl. No one touches you.”
He smacks a loud kiss on my lips, and then the music starts to play, and my grooms walk me toward the start of our future.
***
The wedding went off without a hitch. No one objected, no one said a word or even blinked when the officiant said I now pronounce you husbands and wife, you may now kiss your sister . They specifically requested he phrase it like that. I’m not sure how legal this wedding is—the person who married us belongs to the bloodline and conducts every ceremony, but I don’t know how real it can be marrying three people, let alone when they all have the same father on their birth certificates. It doesn’t matter to me, though. I’ve never not been theirs.
“Beautiful ceremony,” a timber voice says, coming up to my side. My grooms narrow their eyes from across the room where they went to get me food, eyeing our grandfather, but I smile to reassure them.
“It was,” I say, turning towards him. “Thank you for all your help arranging it.”
“You’re very welcome, granddaughter.” He bows his head, bending to kiss my cheek, placing something small in my hand. “I hope my present is to your liking.”
A waiter brings over four glasses of champagne, and he selects two, passing one to me while the waiter leaves the other two for my grooms.
“Oh, I’m sure it is.” I grin, clutching my hand, slipping the two gifts into the drinks. “If there is anything wrong with the presents, I will finish what my brother started,” I warn, eyeing him carefully.
He bellows a laugh that makes me start. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh. “Don’t worry, Octavia. It’s exactly what you asked for. I’m actually looking forward to seeing what both your brothers, or should I say husbands, will do in the future.”
We watch them coming towards us, Bastian scowling, Dorian with a cold, hard mask of emotions. He kisses me on the cheek one more time with a wink. “It gets boring at the top without competition. I think the next few years will be rather fun.”
He walks away just as my husbands get closer, turning once more to look at me up and down before sighing. “Pink? Really?” he tuts, shaking his head, and I laugh.
He actually played a major part in arranging this wedding and came dress shopping with me a few times. He wanted black but said he would settle for white. So of course I went with pink. I saw a side to him that was slightly tolerable, if you can forget what an evil, cold-blooded human he is.
“Everything okay, pretty girl?” Bastian wraps his arm around my waist, glaring at our grandfather’s retreating back.
I smile up at him, handing him a drink. “Everything is perfect.”
Dorian guides us over to our table, placing the food down, and I give him his drink. He eyes it for a few seconds, and I do my best to keep my face even. He finally takes a sip, and I hold in my breath of relief.
“What are you planning, little wife?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I grab his tie, stand on my tiptoes, and bite his bottom lip, dragging it into my mouth. “I’m just wondering how long we have to stay here before I can drag my husbands away so they can fuck me until I can’t move.”
“Naughty, pretty girl.” Bastian laughs, kissing up my neck.
“One more hour,” Dorian grunts, grabbing my chin and licking the seams of my lips. “One more hour, and I’m going to fuck you in this room, whether we have an audience or not.”
I giggle, pulling them both closer, letting their lips worship me as I begin the countdown, but it most definitely won’t be an hour.
Thirty minutes go by, and it finally starts to take effect. Dorian and Bastian are slumped in their chairs, a glazed look in their eyes. I nod my head towards my grandfather, and he and his men make quick work emptying the ballroom. While they do that, I quickly sneak away to get changed.
The clothes were all laid out for me in the bathroom, so it doesn’t take me long. As I walk back into the ballroom, I hear them both screaming my name. The wings on my back drag across the floor, black feathers floating around me. I had them specially made, and they were so worth the cost. My thigh high black boots clack against the floor, my hips swaying with every step. I place my hands over my hips in the black corset, with only booty shorts to cover my ass.
“Octavia!” Dorian roars, his head flying from side to side.
“Where is she? Where is she?” Bastian stamps his foot before yelling, jumping to the side. “Damn, fucking snakes are everywhere. We need to find her. The snakes want her, but she’s ours.”
He stamps his foot on the ground, killing the imaginary snakes. “You can’t fuck her, you slithering bastards. She’s ours, not yours.”
“The clocks are ticking. We need to find her, the clocks are ticking,” Dorian groans, pulling at his hair.
I slip my mask on, putting my fingers between my lips and whistle. They twist around, a feral snarl on their lips, pupils dilated.
Dorian falls to his knees, his head lifting as I get closer. “Dark angel,” he whispers.
I ignore him, grabbing Bastian by his chin, moving him next to Dorian. “Kneel,” I bark when he does nothing. He drops to his knees with a bang, groaning as I run my hands through his hair. “Good boy.”
I walk around them slowly, enjoying their rapid breathing, their shivers as I drag my nails across their backs. I grip both of their chins, pulling their heads up to face me as I lean down.
“You didn’t think I would forget about all my nightmares, did you, husbands?”
I fling them backwards, and they fall onto their backs, slowly pushing themselves away from me. I pull a large, gleaming knife from behind my back, the light catching it.
“Welcome to my fright night at Velka Manor, big brothers. I’m going to make you scream.”
They both groan, grabbing their cocks, panting as I drag my tongue over the knife, not letting my eyes off them for a second.
“Run,” I whisper.
They bolt up and run as fast as they can, and I giggle as they push each other, tripping over everything and nothing. I skip along after them, ready to show them they’re not the only demons who live in the castle of sin anymore.
I fucking love my life.
“One, two, your dark angel is coming for you...”