33. Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Raena
M addox leans into Aleks hold, making my grip on his hair pull tighter. I don’t know what’s come over me. I’ve never been in charge like this before, but I know it’s what I need right now. It doesn’t really take a deep, emotional nose dive into my head to figure out why. I had no control over my trauma– this is how I take my power back.
These men fill me with strength like nothing I’ve ever felt. There’s power in submission– and submission in holding power over someone else. To control their pleasure is to love deeply, caring more for their needs than for your own desires. I can feel it in the way Maddox submits himself completely to me, the same way I feel it when I submit to Royal. Two sides of the same coin– no matter which way I flip it, I hold all the power here.
It’s a heady feeling– I’ve never felt it before. When you’ve had your power stripped away, piece by piece, giving it up to someone else willingly takes trust. I trust my Shadows with all of my power, and in giving it to them, they give it back ten-fold. I can’t explain why, but I trust them with my life– with my love. They make me feel worthy of the love they give me, and I didn’t think I’d ever feel anything after everything I’ve survived.
“You okay?” Royal asks softly. I’m so lost in my thoughts, it takes me a moment to register his question.
I want to tell them– I need to tell them. I know I’ve told Alek, but Royal and Maddox deserve to know, too. But I want to tell them individually. I don’t want to sully the moment by blurting it out in the middle of what I’m predicting to be a very, very good time.
“Yeah, I’m great,” I say, a little breathless. He gives me a look that tells me he knows there’s something I’m not saying, but he doesn’t press. His unwavering consideration for what I need almost makes me want to cry, but I shove that down for now. I’ve got different plans for us right now, and the only tears I want to experience are tears of ecstasy. I need this. We all do.
“This is your show, Baby Girl. Tell us what you need.” Alek says, still holding Maddox against his chest, arm pinned behind his back. I wish we were completely alone, no hanging rapist to deal with, no army of men hanging around a bonfire right outside. There’s so much I want and need, but this will have to do for now. If we pull all of this off, we’ll have the rest of our lives to do things I haven’t even imagined yet.
“I don’t want this to be only about me,” I admit confidently. I know what I want, and I’m suddenly not afraid to ask for it. If I were a normal, mentally stable person, I would be proud of the progress in my healing. Asking for what I want and taking charge– Dax would tell me to be proud. “Royal, taste me.”
Maddox tries to move back, his fingers slipping from inside me to make room for Royal, but I don’t loosen my hold on his hair. “No, from Maddie. Taste me on his lips.”
Royal’s eyes flash with defiance at my command, clearly not used to being ordered around, but it's quickly replaced with heat. His hand replaces mine in Maddox’s hair, pulling hard and snapping his head back in a show of dominance that sets me on fire. I let my hand slide down, drawing slow circles around my clit to soothe the ache of building pressure. Even on his knees, Royal leans in and towers over Maddox. The intensity in his arctic eyes is almost my undoing.
“Open your mouth,” Royal growls in his face, making me tremble as my circles get tighter and tighter, building that pressure inside me that desperately needs to release, “Stick out your tongue.”
Maddox obeys, letting his tongue slip out of his open mouth. When Royal pulls his face toward him and slides his tongue along my little psycho’s, all four of us moan in unison. Goddamn it, that’s hot. Royal wraps his lips around Maddox’s extended tongue, sucking and pulling him closer until their mouths are flush. I’ve never witnessed anything hotter than the scene in front of me right now. White spots blur my vision, and I want to let my eyes roll into the back of my head until I explode amongst the stars, but I can’t miss this. Alek drags his tongue up Maddox’s neck, ignoring the dried blood that still coats his tattooed skin until he latches onto his ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping at the tender flesh. I’m teetering on the edge of oblivion watching them, my pussy aching to be filled by one of them– or all of them. But Royal is right. I’m still healing. But that doesn’t mean I can’t take my pleasure gently.
“Royal, give Alek a taste.”
When he pulls back from Maddox, he and Alek lock eyes and waste no time coming together in a heated show of passion, kissing and nipping at each other's lips as they fight for control. I, however, lose all control when Maddox drives his fingers back into me, curling them perfectly to stroke that spot inside me, pushing me over the edge.
My pussy contracts around his skilled digits as I shake in my seat. He jerks them out and shoves my hand out of the way before slapping my clit.
“Fuck! I’m co– coming!” I moan loudly as my release squirts his chest and neck, but he doesn’t let me fall in peace. No. He leans down, opening his mouth to catch the next spray as I convulse, and my eyes finally give up the fight and roll back. He latches his mouth to my clit, sucking hard, and I don’t even care if the ungodly sounds coming from my mouth can be heard outside of this shed.
When he’s done sucking the last of my release from my body, I slump back in the chair limply, peeling my heavy eyes open just in time to see him grabbing Royal’s hair and pulling his mouth from Alek’s.
Maddox doesn’t speak, but Royal understands what his eyes are telling him and he opens his mouth, waiting. Maddox pulls Royal towards him, spitting my juices into his mouth, then pulling away and grabbing Alek and doing the same. I almost lose it again, my pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing as I watch them share my release like it's their last sip of water in the desert.
When they're done, their eyes turn to mine, and I desperately want to ease the need I see raging there, but they each lean forward, kissing my lips gently before getting to their feet.
“You did so good,” Royal says breathlessly, kissing my forehead.
“Now it’s your turn,” I reach forward, gripping his cock through his pants before reaching for Maddox’s that’s not hidden in his naked state. “I want to make you feel as good as I do.”
“No,” Royal replies, taking both of my hands and placing them in my lap. He slips his hand inside his waistband, shoving his pants down enough to free his cock. “Let us do it. You just sit there and watch.”
Alek reveals his massive cock as Maddox slides his hand down his own length, and the three of them slowly stroke themselves in front of me. I don’t know where to look– what to focus on. My desire raging inside of me again, and I let my hand slide down to my pussy again to the mess I’ve already made.
“Does this turn you on?” Royal growls, drawing my undivided attention to the tight grip he has on his cock as he glides his hand faster over his ridges and veins, swiping his thumb over the tip with every pass. “Do you like seeing what you do to us?”
“I- uh. Yes. I do,” I say, feeling unable to form coherent words with the hot as fuck situation happening in front of me. I want to– I need to come. “Can I come, Sir? Please?”
“No, hold it,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, increasing the speed of his hand. Maddox and Alek match his pace, stroking faster and pulling harder. Their moans are like something out of a wet dream, and a gush of my arousal soaks the seat. I’m trembling with the need to come– and I’m not above begging for it shamelessly.
“Please, Sir. I need to– I’m going to– I’m not going to make it. Let me come. Please.” My release rushes forward, so close to throwing me over the edge, yet my body obeys his demand without my permission, resisting the bratty defiance at his ridiculous command. I don’t want to wait! I want to come! I’ll gladly take his punishment if it means I can get my reward now.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you,” Royal spits, icy rage and lust coating his tone. He’s teetering on the same edge as me, racing towards our impending bliss. His command slows my fingers, and he speeds up his hand, and his brothers do, too. Goddamn these men. They know how to drive me to madness without laying a finger on me. It’s a heady feeling, being commanded by them, but knowing I’m the one with the ultimate control here. “Use both hands and spread that sweet pussy open for me. Show us what is ours.”
Humiliation washes over me, turning me on even more as I follow his command, spreading my lips apart with both hands and exposing myself to all of them. It’s not a bad feeling. I’ve been humiliated sexually before, but never felt like this– like I’d lick their come from this dirt floor if they told me to. This feeling is addictive…and I want more. So much more.
Royal leans over, letting a line of spit drip from his mouth directly on my open slit, and I swear to fucking God, if he doesn’t let me come soon, I’m just going to die right here. In this chair. Fuck!
“Royal–” My whiny moan sounds as needy and desperate as I feel. “Please. Let. Me. Come.” I’m not above begging at this point. I’m going to spontaneously combust into a fucking puddle in about two-point-five seconds if he keeps this up.
“I like it when you beg, Angel.”
“Goddamn, Baby Girl. You look like a fucking goddess.” Alek growls, fisting his cock tightly.
“Not a goddess, Daddy. She’s a motherfucking Queen. Our Queen.” Maddox leans down, swiping his tongue through my pussy on display, swirling the spit and my juices before sucking hard on my clit, his hand still gliding over his cock intently.
“Maddie! Please–” I don’t know what I’m even begging for. Him to stop? Or him to ignore Royal’s command and push me over the edge like I so desperately need. “I can’t– I’m going to–” Maddox’s sinful mouth is snatched away, and I look up to protest to see Royal’s hand gripping his hair, holding him back from my aching cunt.
“Ah-ah,” Royal smirks down at him. “Don’t make me punish you both, Pet. We all come together, or I’ll paint both of you in my come and leave you a begging, needy mess of desperation. Do you understand me?”
Goddamn! I don’t know what it is about the idea of these brothers together that just does it for me. On their own, they are specimens crafted by the devil himself, built on sin and temptation with their filthy mouths and delicious ink decorating their beautiful bodies. But together… fuck! A girl could just melt into a fucking puddle.
Maddox nods, and Royal captures his mouth with his, devouring my taste from him like a man starved. My whole body trembles with the need to touch my clit and make myself shatter from watching them together. Alek towers over us all, slowly stroking the monster I so desperately want to take for a ride. Our eyes lock, burning with need and a mutual understanding.
Soon, Daddy. Very soon.
My thoughts are interrupted when Royal pulls back, releasing Maddox’s mouth, his icy eyes glazed with heat. “Our girl needs to understand who she belongs to now.” Each of their hands return to their vigorous motions, their eyes focused on my body. I can’t fix my gaze on any of them for long. I can’t focus with this burning need blazing through me. I need to come more than I need my next breath. “Touch your clit, Angel. Come with us.” Royal’s growl deepens, his release closing in on him.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My hands move on their own, one hand moving to my play with my peaked nipple, the other pressing firmly on my swollen clit.
“Pull your feet up, Baby Girl. Put them on the seat,” Alek instructs. The change in position has the pressure building stronger, almost feeling like I need to pee, but I remember this feeling. They said it was squirting, and while I don’t completely understand how it works, I know it feels fucking amazing.
“I think– I’m going to squirt,” I tell them, heat creeping up my cheeks, but I ignore it. My men’s growling moans and mumbled curses cancel out any embarrassment I might be feeling. Why is it so fucking hot when they make sex noises?
“Don’t fucking stop, Angel. Show us what that sweet pussy can do,” Royal commands, and as if on cue, my eyes roll back and I feel a gush flood me, pooling on the seat beneath me.
“Faster, Baby Girl. Rub that clit faster,” Alek groans, his deep voice rumbling through me as goosebumps pebble all over my body. My hand moves faster, rubbing my clit side to side, faster and faster until the pressure is too much to hold back. Letting go with a scream I’m sure everyone outside can hear, my release sprays around my fingers as all three of them move impossibly close to me, soaking them.
Alek falls first, moaning my name as his come hits my slowing hand and dripping down to mix with my release. Royal and Maddox follow after him, marking me as theirs with their come painting my pussy.
Somewhere deep inside of me, broken from abandonment and unrelenting trauma– I begin to mend and fill with a sense of belonging I’ve never felt. The emotional release mixes with the physical one that just shattered me– and it’s too much.
Tears blur my vision and the first sob climbs up my throat in agonizing horror. “I’m so– I’m sorry,” my strained voice cracks and even though I’m not sad or in pain, I see the worry on their faces as they register what the fuck is going on. Alek steps up, tucking himself away and scoops me up, and brings us to sit on the dirt floor, not caring that I’m covered in blood and a ridiculous amount of come.
“That’s it. I’ve got you. Let yourself feel it. Let it wash over you and seep into your soul,” he whispers in my ear in understanding. He somehow knows this isn’t a bad cry– this is a realization that these men are mine, and I am theirs. “You are ours, Baby Girl. Let that sink in. We aren’t going anywhere.”
“I am yours– and you are mine,” I whisper to them, letting my eyes drift closed as Alek’s warmth encloses around me.
Royal’s and Maddox’s hands are on my body, too, drawing circles on my back and slowly rubbing my arms and legs. I don’t know how much time passes as they pour their love into me, making me feel safer than I’ve ever felt. Jackson’s unconscious body hanging from the ceiling is forgotten for the moment as we sit there together.
“I love you,” I whisper, sleep and exhaustion pulling me into the darkness. “All of you.”