Chapter 10
Danica
It’s the middle of the night when I wake up snuggled between two sleeping men. They stripped down to their boxers at one point. I can’t get enough of their bare skin.
It’s hard to believe I’m alive. Uriel had me for four days, but it felt like an eternity. Although I kept thinking I had to get out, that I refused to die in his room, a part of me believed I might not make it.
Yet here I am, in the best, most perfect place in the world: in bed between Edmund and Troy.
They came for me. Yes, my brother was there too, and my grandfather’s “friends.” But Edmund and Troy showed up to save me. They didn’t have to. They don’t have to be with me now, and yet here they are.
Every time I’ve been in trouble, they’ve shown up. They came when Malcolm tried to hurt me, and they came this time. And there are other examples, too.
Maybe there really is more to this strange relationship than the arrangement our grandfathers made.
I don’t want to go anywhere else. I want to stay here with these two. I need them.
I need them.
There was one point outside the warehouse today when Dmitri confronted me about this relationship. Edmund and Troy were talking to the police. Dmitri stood next to me like a guard, always the protective older brother.
He’d looked carefully into my eyes. “They’ve been searching for you nonstop. We all have, but they were obsessed.”
“Well, one doesn’t take something from the Layton family without repercussions.” I’d looked down, away, not wanting him to see the emotions I tried to hide.
“Dani, don’t bullshit me.” He waited until I looked up again. “I really think there’s something between you and Edmund. Troy, too.”
“There might be.” I shook my head. “On my side, there very much is something. But I don’t know if it’s reciprocated.”
He looked like he tasted something sour. “I’m sure the feelings are reciprocated. And I guess I’m glad about it.”
“You only guess so?”
“Well, yeah. Until tonight, I didn’t think they deserved you.”
Edmund had returned before Dmitri and I could talk further, but Dmitri nodded knowingly at the way Edmund kept a hand on me at all times.
And now, even in sleep, Edmund is doing the same—a hand on my hip while he spoons me. Troy and I are facing each other, and Troy’s hand is touching mine on the mattress between us.
The moment is tender, precious. And I’m alive—so alive. How could I waste a single second of this gift? I stare at Troy’s handsome face, memorizing the lines and planes, the stubble dusting his jaw, the heavy brows over his eyes, the short sweep of hair over his forehead.
As if he can feel me watching him, his eyes open. A soft smile appears on his lips. “Baby girl. You’re awake.”
“I need you,” I whisper.
“I need you, too.”
I push at his shoulder. I want to be on top. Maybe I need the control, maybe I know that Edmund will wake up and I want him to see us like this.
He rolls back and reaches toward the nightstand.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Getting a condom.”
“We don’t need them anymore, remember?”
He grins. Before the wedding, we all got tested and shared our results with each other. We were all free of infection. I have an IUD, so pregnancy won’t be a concern.
“Get up here, baby girl.” He shoves his boxers down and grips his cock by the base. “You wet enough?”
“Not yet. But I’ll get there.” I push off my pants and underwear. Climbing on top of him, I sigh. The bare skin of him against me is absolute heaven.
He slides his hands up and down my sides. It’s both soothing and arousing. I rub myself against him, kissing his chest and neck, before moving my mouth to his.
He brings one hand up to cup the back of my neck.
He kisses me back sweetly at first, cradling me, adoring me.
Then the kiss turns hotter. Our tongues twine together and he drinks me in, parting my lips with his, changing the angle to get more of me.
I give him a little nip and I’m rewarded by a low rumble in his throat.
Heat washes over and through me as we continue kissing.
“Mmm.” Edmund’s moan is appreciative. “That’s a beautiful sight to wake up to.”
I sneak a glance at him. He’s lying on his side, so I get a nice peek of the crown and rose tattoo on his bicep. He fists his cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs. His broad chest rises and falls with the slow, jerking movements of his arm.
The heat moving through me increases. I slide over Troy’s length. “I’m wet, Daddy.”
Troy reaches down to touch me. “Fuck yes. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes…please.”
He holds himself upright while I lift my hips. Slowly, I lower down, gasping at his thick intrusion.
“That’s fucking hot.” Edmund reaches out to hold my hip, like he’s guiding me down.
It takes effort like it usually does with Troy, but the effort is worthwhile when I’m fully seated and completely filled with him.
I look down into his dark, dark eyes and smile. He grins back, then sends a glance over to Edmund and says, “Well? You watching, or joining in?”
“Joining. Definitely joining.” Edmund gets up on his knees and moves his hand down my spine before cupping one of my ass cheeks. “How much cock do you think you can handle, pretty princess?”
“I want it all,” I gasp. “All of it, all of you.”
“Do you know what you’re asking?” Edmund teases my crack with his finger.
“All I know is I need you. Both. In every way.” I meet his green gaze. “Please.”
I want to erase the past four days, replace them with something new and wonderful, a challenge that I believe will bring the ultimate reward—together at the same time with these two men.
“I’ll be right back.” Edmund leans over and kisses my shoulder. “I want to make it good for you, princess. Think you can wait for me?”
“No,” I say.
Troy’s grin is mischievous. “Yes.”
Troy holds still within me while Edmund leaves the room. I try to lift up and down, but he grabs my hips. “Be patient, little girl.”
“But I need…I need…”
“You need to listen to your daddies and let us take care of you.”
I glare down at him and he chuckles. The laughter moves him a tiny bit within me, and I moan. Maybe I could make him laugh me into an orgasm? I should’ve taken up comedy instead of accounting. But how could I have known I’d take up with two cruel Doms?
Troy cups my cheek. “What naughty thoughts are going through your head right now?”
“Just thinking.” I give him a sly look. “If I make you laugh hard enough, maybe your big dick will get me off without any other movement.”
He grins and gives me a long, deep stroke.
I gasp and cling to his shoulders. “Yes—please—”
“Uh-uh. We’re waiting for Edmund.” He tweaks my nipple. “Be patient.”
I kiss him. Maybe if I distract him, he’ll move by accident. The strategy backfires, however. I get myself needier and needier, hotter and hotter, and there’s nothing to do about it with Troy’s hands clamped over my hips, preventing me from moving.
Edmund returns, a bottle of lube in hand. “You waited. Nice.”
“It wasn’t by choice,” I grumble.
“It will all be worth it when you’re stuffed full of your daddies’ cocks.” The bed dips as Edmund hops on again. He pulls my shoulders so I’m sitting up, astride Troy. “Kiss me, angel princess.”
I twist to the side so he can fit his mouth over mine. Soon we’re kissing heavily. Troy offers me short, shallow strokes with his cock. His hands cover my tits. If they aren’t careful, I’m going to come soon. I reach for Edmund’s cock, running my hand over the length pressing against his boxers.
He moans into the kiss before pulling back. “Back how you were, Danica. I’m going to stretch you a bit before giving you my cock.”
A flash of trepidation moves through me. Is this a bad idea? I’m already so full with Troy—adding in Edmund sounds like it could split me in half.
“Hey.” Troy captures my attention. “It’ll be good. I promise.”
“Distract her a bit,” Edmund says to Troy.
Troy seems all too happy to comply, tweaking my nipples and kissing me while he fucks me gently. But nothing can pull my attention away from Edmund’s slippery fingers sliding against my crack and pushing against my asshole.
I try to move forward, away from the stretch. A whimper escapes my throat.
“Shh,” Edmund says. “You got this, angel. Just focus on Troy right now. Focus on how good he makes you feel. Relax, let me in.”
Soon, his fingers are sliding back and forth inside my ass, in time with Troy’s slow strokes. I breathe easier, accustomed to the foreign intrusion, the strange, taboo feelings of him touching me somewhere so private.
He leans over and kisses the base of my spine. “I think you’re ready now, princess. Keep relaxing. We’ll make it good, I promise.”
I shiver—fear, anticipation, I can’t tell. Then I feel the head of Edmund’s cock pressing against my hole.
“I don’t know,” I whisper to Troy.
“Do you want me to stop?” Edmund brushes my hair off my shoulder to press a kiss there.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
“You can stop us anytime.” Troy traces my lips with his thumb. “Anytime.”
Edmund holds my ass with one hand and pushes forward. I’m very glad for the stretching he did as he slowly, slowly enters me.
“Mm, you feel so good, angel. Fuck, that’s tight. You feel this, right?” He strokes a hand over my hip and ass. “Your body was made for us, this is perfect.”
My eyes fill with tears. I didn’t know it could be like this, I didn’t know it could be this good. I’m completely and wholly held between them, and I’ve never felt so treasured, so cherished, so adored.
“Are you okay?” Troy stares into my eyes and brushes away a tear. “We can stop—”
“No, don’t stop.” I squeeze my muscles tight, causing them both to groan, and Edmund to swear. “It’s perfect.”
“Do you think you can come for us?” Edmund keeps his thrusts slow and steady, but I can hear the strain in his voice.
I’m about eighty percent there already. Troy pinches my nipples and moves me up to ninety. I gasp. “Yes—I’m close.”
Edmund leans back slightly, allowing me more room to move. I’m not sure I should even try, with how stuffed I feel. But when I rock my hips in a tentative experiment, my clit rubs against Troy. I see stars. I do it again, chasing the feeling.
“You’ve taken so well to this,” Edmund says. “Fuck, it’s so good. Our little princess is a quick learner.”
I keep rocking gently. The guys pick up on my rhythm, matching it. My blood is lava, my limbs made of flame, and the temperature increases with every stroke, every kiss, every brush of skin on skin.
“Nothing between us,” Troy murmurs. “Gonna fill you up, little girl.”
I want it—I want it so bad. Their come, their love, their everything.
“I can’t hold back much longer.” Edmund grabs my hips tightly.
Troy’s eyes are intense on me, his expression pained—he’s trying to hold back. “Tell me you’re ours,” he says. “Tell me you belong to us.”
I’m the one doing this, making them lose control. Giving all of myself, belonging to them. “I’m yours—I belong to you.”
“Come with us, princess. Come with your daddies.” Edmund pumps harder, farther into me.
Everything coalesces into a pillar of heat and lust, my nerves raw, my body alight. My muscles tighten, shaking with the effort of holding back. I cry out, I'm so close, it feels so good.
“Come now, come with us,” Edmund repeats.
“Yes—” The word is ripped from my throat with the force of my orgasm. I close my eyes, shaking and shuddering against the onslaught of sensations. Troy and Edmund start thrusting harder and faster. They come at nearly the same time, Troy with a groan and Edmund with a loud, “Fuck, Danica.”
We remain in place for a long, blissful moment while the aftershocks roll through me, little eruptions of pleasure as our heartbeats slow back to normal.
Edmund pulls out first, and I wince.
“Sore, baby?” Troy asks.
“No, it just feels weird.” I smile down at him, then look over my shoulder at Edmund. “That was really, really good.”
“It always is with the three of us.” Edmund runs a hand over my back and gives me a soft spank before going to the bathroom.
The guys clean me up with warm washcloths, their movements soft and careful.
“Fuck, I loved coming in you.” Troy kisses my cheek. “I liked pretending I could put a baby in you.”
“That’s such a hot idea.” Edmund’s green eyes seem brighter in the dim room.
“Um, yeah, I don’t want a baby.” I give them both a good stare. “Seriously, no.”
“But we could pretend sometimes, right?” Troy pulls me onto his lap and rubs his prickly chin over my shoulder. “I don’t want a baby, either, but goddamn—the thought of putting one in you makes me so fucking hard.”
I consider the idea. “It is pretty hot, as long as it isn’t real. Sounds good to me.”
Edmund chuckles. “Great, when can we start?”