Chapter Thirty-Three
Haven
Ican feel all of their stares on every inch of my body.
My arms tremble slightly as I move across the bed, eagerly doing as Bane asked.
I’m ready to come because of their words and attention.
This is the first time I’ve been naked with all of them in the room, and instead of being self-conscious, it turns me on even more.
Hearing their words of love makes this moment so much sweeter.
Everything we do together is out of emotion, and I know they'll take care of every need.
As gracefully as possible, I ease to my side once I’m in place, and roll onto my back. Bane is standing at the end of the bed, and I keep my eyes on his and bend my knees. I slowly spread my legs.
“Arms up,” he grits out. “Grab the rails.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say sweetly, and he narrows his eyes. Perhaps I want to break his steely control. I love following his orders, but I think he would enjoy a little defiance.
“Easy, Butterfly,” he says gruffly.
He puts his knee on the mattress before I can reply.
The words I was going to say escape me when his hands brace on the bed as he climbs between my legs.
I swallow hard and wait in anticipation.
He dips down, his muscled arms aiding him, and he kisses my ankle.
I inhale sharply. His mouth parts, and trails up my leg.
I tighten my fingers, fighting the urge to grip his hair, and guide him where I want him to go.
His tongue tastes my skin as he travels, and I bite my lip.
I want to plead with him. My body is ready, and he’s going too slow.
He lifts one hand and grips the outside of my other leg, squeezing lightly.
He scrapes his teeth across the crook of my thigh, and I lift my hips.
“Daddy,” I moan, and he lifts his head.
“Impatient,” he says.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Good,” he smirks, leans down, and sucks my clit.
“Fuck.” I push my head into the pillow.
“How does she taste?” Hunter asks. It’s natural to look at the person who is speaking, but I resist. Bane gave an order.
“Fucking delicious,” Bane rumbles, and the vibration makes my eyes cross.
“There may be a brat inside our mate,” Remy hums.
“It'll be fun to explore how bratty she can be,” Lawson says.
“Not tonight,” Bane says, lifting his head. “Tonight, she’s going to be good.” He lifts a brow.
“I’m good,” I gasp.
“Yes, you are.” He moves to his knees, his hands landing on either side of my chest, and leans close. “Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yes, please.” I barely keep the whine out of my voice.
“Do not move. Let me fuck you how I want.” He kisses me hard and fast before sitting back on his heels. I barely breathe, watching him unbutton his pants and work them over his cock. “Take your mate.”
He lunges, my body sliding up with the force of his possession.
He fills me with one thrust, and my mouth parts.
He slides his legs wider, sits up, wraps his forearms around my thighs, and pulls.
My arms straighten as I move toward him, and he holds my hips to his.
I tighten around him, yet he doesn’t move.
“Daddy.” I want to beg. The pull in my stomach that started as they undressed me increases, and I know the second he thrusts, I’ll come.
“Just feel, Butterfly,” he says, and pulls out. My protest turns into a groan as he sinks inside me again.
“Yes.”
Over and over again. He gradually gains speed and stares at where we're joined. His control begins to unravel, and his grip tightens.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
“Daddy,” I moan, the sensations overwhelming me. The waves of pleasure get stronger until I can’t hold back.
“Come.” He rolls his hips, grinding, and hits all the right spots.
I close my eyes for the first time, unable to continue to follow his order, and fall. I loved our time by the creek, but this time seems more powerful. Maybe it is the magic of the moment, or the presence of all of my mates. Whatever it is, I feel connected to him on another level.
“Bane,” I breathe.
“Open your eyes,” he says roughly. I focus on him and get the pleasure of watching as he loses all his control.
His thrusts shorten and speed up. His eyes glow, and his nails become sharp.
I don’t care about them biting my skin because I get to witness the beauty of his pleasure.
He drops his head back, his teeth gritted as if trying to hold back, but the sensations are too much.
The muscles in his chest flex and bunch.
He’s beautiful, and I continue to contract around him.
His groan is as satisfying as my orgasm.
Lifting his head, he stares at me, showing me everything while he comes inside me.
All movement stops. He drops forward, releasing my legs, and tucks his face into my neck.
My body loses all tension, sinking against the bed, reveling in the weight of Bane sheltering me.
He kisses my neck and lifts his head. His gaze roams my face, and he must find whatever he was looking for because he grins.
“Mmm…” I hate to lose him, and I feel the loss as he eases back. Bracing on his knees, he looks down and slowly pulls out.
“Lower your arms.” I release my grip, and he rubs my hands gently before letting go. “Don’t worry, baby.” He strokes my clit, and I gasp, sensitive. “My brothers will be inside you soon.” He pushes with his palms and slides off the bed.
“Do you want more?” Remy asks, and I meet his eyes.
“Please,” I whisper. With any other man, I would be ready to go to sleep. Things are different with my mates. My body is ready for them, pulsing with need.
“Lawson,” Remy says.
I turn my head and watch Lawson move to the side of the bed. His chest is bare, and his jeans are hanging low on his hips. His hair brushes his eyelashes as he stares at me through them. The heat in the room rises at his hungry expression.
“You followed Bane’s directions so sweetly,” he hums, gliding his palm down his chest. “Now, you follow Remy’s.” He motions toward him on the opposite side of the bed, and I look at Remy.
“Get on all fours,” he orders. Sitting up, I drop to my hip, and ease to my hands and knees. He crooks his finger. “Come to me.” I crawl across the bed toward him. “So good.” He glides his hand over my head as I stop in front of him. “You're going to take Lawson, and then me. Any objections?”
“No,” I breathe.
“What is your word?”
“Ballet,” I say quickly.
“Back up slightly.”
I slide back and feel Lawson’s hand on my back.
“Hold tight, baby,” Lawson says, and I feel the bed depressing as he moves behind me. “Gorgeous.” He slides his hand up my back, then down.
“Eyes on me,” Remy says softly, and he begins to unbutton his shirt.
Lawson’s other hand grips my hip.
“Widen your legs,” he says. I brace on my hands and open further. His thighs brush the inside of mine. “Haven. Mate. Mine.” His fingertips skate down my back to my ass before removing his touch. A moment later, he glides inside me, and my mouth parts. “Fuck, yeah.”
I close my eyes briefly, enjoying the feel of him. As I open them, I’m treated to the vision of Remy half-naked. His hands are in his pockets, his pants gaping, and his expression wicked. My breath is harsh, the brothers overwhelming all my senses. Lawson strokes inside me, sure and steady.
“Does Law feel good, baby?” Remy asks, smiling slightly.
“Yes,” I groan, flexing my fingers in the bedding.
“Push back on him,” he demands softly, and it’s an order I gladly comply with. Lawson hisses and he moves faster.
“Shit, sunshine,” Lawson grits out.
Remy sits on the edge of the bed in front of me, sideways, one leg cocked. I have to crane my neck to keep my eyes on his. The rise begins. I don’t question my body's willingness.
“Look at Hunter,” Remy says, and I glance to the side. He sits in the chair, his legs spread, his elbow propped on the arm, his hand held in front of his mouth. His eyes are dark, speckled with gold. “Don’t look away.”
“Shit,” I moan. Remy pinches my nipple and moves. His mouth sucks on my side, his fingers rolling, and I can’t hold back.
“She’s coming,” Lawson growls, picking up speed. His motions increase the wave of desire and pleasure.
“Lawson,” I cry, staring at Hunter. I fight the need to close my eyes and savor my completion.
“Fuck, I can’t hold back. She’s gripping me hard,” Lawson says. He pulls me back with every thrust, his hands tight on my hips.
“Beautiful,” Remy says, dropping his hands. I ease to my elbows and can’t hold Hunter’s gaze. Lawson releases inside me and holds deep.
“Mate,” he whispers, loosening his hands and massaging me.
“Baby,” Remy says, and Lawson moves back. “Come here.” He guides me to his lap, arranging me sideways. He strokes his hand up and down my thigh. Lawson moves around the bed and stops in front of us.
“Such a gift.” He leans forward and kisses me lightly. “Love you.”
“Love you,” I whisper, and he moves somewhere behind us.
“Are you ready for two more?” Remy asks, and I nod. “Words.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say. He turns me to face Hunter, my legs over his thighs. He scoots to the edge of the mattress, spreading his legs wide. Hunter stands, moving his chair closer in front of us, and resumes his seat.
“Lean forward, brace yourself on his knees,” Remy demands. He grips my waist as I move, placing my palms on Hunter’s legs. “Don’t let go. If you feel like you're going to fall, tell us.”
“Yes, Sir.” Hunter circles my wrists, supporting me.
“I’m on the edge,” Remy says, and I hear fabric move.
“This is going to be fast.” I’m filled for the third time.
“Watching my brother’s claim you was beautiful.
You are special to each of us.” His hips meet mine over and over, his movements short, but steady.
He runs his hand over my hip to my stomach, lending me his strength to stay in this position. “Your pussy is so fucking warm.”