Chapter 37
37
C elia
Gabriel texted Dante and Luca to tell them he needed them at the house.
We were walking back through the club when suddenly, he scooped me up. I found myself against his broad, powerful chest, and I slid my arm around his neck.
The crowd seemed to part, and envious whispers reached my ears, reminding me of the last time he’d carried me through the club.
I gave him a baleful look as he carried me toward the garage, and he grinned at me, clearly unrepentant over what had happened before.
“Never again, tesoro,” he promised me, no matter how much he didn’t look sorry.
“What does that mean, anyway? Tesoro ?”
“Treasure.”
I frowned up at that handsome, inscrutable face. “Why did you call me treasure the same night you stuffed me in a trunk?”
“Because that was the night I realized you were my queen.” His lips nuzzled my cheek as he carried me. “I might’ve locked you up, but it was only because I was dismayed to discover I was your captive.”
I scoffed gently. He set me down on my feet beside his sleek black motorcycle.
“I didn’t know I’d be coming home with you tonight,” he told me. “But it’s a good night for a ride.”
“You trust me on the open road?” I teased him. “You don’t think I’ll run away?”
“I trust you anywhere.” He snapped his fingers, and one of his men materialized from the shadows with my helmet.
I shook my head at him, but he leaned down to kiss me, to still me, before he set the helmet on my head.
He gripped the handlebars of the bike. “Get on.”
Then he climbed on behind me, and the two of us rode out of the parking garage onto empty, quiet city streets. He must have had his men fan out to block them so no one could disturb us.
The two of us seemed to fly through the city, with his arms wrapped around me, our bodies moving in harmony. The powerful engine hummed beneath my thighs. I felt an inexplicable sense of lightness and joy.
The gates of our house stood open, waiting for us.
I climbed off, my legs slightly shaky from the vibrations.
“Let’s do this right this time,” he said, before sweeping me off my feet and into his arms. “Let me carry you across the threshold.”
As he carried me up the stairs, it felt as if every light was blazing in our house. I rested my cheek on his shoulder, breathing in his dark, spicy scent and admiring his face in profile. He carried me across the threshold.
There were men’s voices, low in the distance. He carried me into the dining room, where Luca and Dante were setting out dessert; the scent of chocolate and sugar hung in the air.
“You brought our girl home,” Luca said in satisfaction, clearly not surprised. He winked at me, and Dante’s grin was full of joy.
“Are you home to stay, Celia?” Gabriel’s gaze met mine. Faint lines of tension tightened the skin around his eyes.
“You can’t get rid of me,” I whispered, putting my hand to his cheek and turning his head so I could meet his lips.
I brushed my mouth against his, and he responded urgently, his mouth claiming mine.
“Hey,” Dante said. “Asshole. You owe her, but you owe us too.”
Gabriel groaned against my mouth, then set me on my feet. His hands lingered on my hips, and he only pulled away with difficulty.
“As much as I’ll never turn down dessert, there’s something I want even more,” I told them.
“We can come back to this,” Luca promised. “You know how much Dante likes to feed you.”
“Someone has to take care of her. We can’t all be pricks,” Dante pointed out.
I clapped my hands together. “I suggest a game of hide and seek.”
Gabriel gave me a knowing smile. He’d gotten me to share my fantasy of having all three of them. He knew I’d dreamt of what it would be like to have the three of them pursue me…and find me.
Luca looked uncertain, then a smirk crossed his irresistible lips. “You want to run from me again?”
“I won’t hurt you this time,” I teased him. “Don’t be scared.”
“Scared?” His brows arched, his smirk turning into a mischievous smile. “The way you looked with that shovel raised, out for blood, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I grinned at him, then rose up on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on Dante’s cheek. He looked skeptical, but he grinned at me. I felt a pulse of heat as he slid a hand onto my waist and hooked me back to him, planting a hot, sweet kiss on my mouth. I felt as if I were reeling when he released me.
“Count to twenty,” I told them.
Then I ran out of the room.
I moved quickly but quietly through the house, my bare feet silent against the hardwood floors. Behind me, I could hear the low murmur of counting, their voices a three-part harmony that pursued me through the rooms. My heart raced. I wanted to be caught.
The second floor offered more hiding places, but they would expect that. I doubled back instead, taking the corridor that ran behind the kitchen and emerged near the library.
There was a closet by the back door. I opened it and found woolen coats and umbrellas. I couldn’t picture Gabriel carrying an umbrella. I imagined that even the rain was a little intimidated by him.
The voices had stopped. The hunt had begun. I ducked into the closet, sliding myself back in amongst the coats.
My breath came too quickly, and I forced myself to slow it, listening.
Footsteps creaked above. At least one of them had gone upstairs, as I’d anticipated.
I froze at the faintest sound just outside my door. The footsteps paused, and I held my breath until my lungs burned.
The door opened slowly, and light spilled into my sanctuary.
Luca pushed apart the coats. When he saw me, light sparked in his eyes. “Found you.”
“Too quick,” I chided him. “You’re ruining the game.”
He stepped into the closet, pulling the door almost closed behind him, returning us to near-darkness. “I follow my instincts,” he corrected, moving closer until I could feel the heat of him. “They always lead me to you.”
In the dimness, I could just make out the gleam of his eyes, the curve of his mouth. When he finally leaned down to kiss me, it felt inevitable, like the conclusion of a sentence begun hours ago.
His lips were soft but insistent, and I opened to him immediately, my hands finding their way to his shoulders, his neck, his hair. He tasted faintly of wine and mint. His hands spanned my waist, lifting me slightly so that I balanced on my toes, pressed between his body and the wall behind me.
“Should we tell them the game is over,” I whispered against his mouth, not wanting to move an inch yet.
“They’ll find us eventually,” he replied, trailing kisses down my neck. “But not yet.”
His hands moved from my waist to my hips, drawing me closer to him. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, and I shifted instinctively, seeking more contact. He made a sound—half groan, half laugh—and captured my mouth again.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Celia,” he murmured, and I felt him smile against my lips.
His hand slipped beneath the hem of my dress, fingers tracing patterns on the sensitive skin of my thigh. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the delicious anticipation of where those fingers might wander next. They moved higher, skimming along the edge of my underwear, and I bit my lip to keep from making a sound.
We both froze at the sound of footsteps approaching. Heavy and deliberate and predatorial.
Gabriel.
Luca’s hand stilled, but remained where it was, a welcome weight against my skin.
The footsteps paused outside our hiding place, and for a moment I thought we’d been discovered. But then they moved on, heading toward the library.
“That was close,” I whispered.
Luca nodded, but his eyes, now adjusted to the dim light, held a mischievous gleam. “Too close to waste time?”
In answer, I kissed him again, deeper this time, my tongue meeting his in a silent plea for more. He resumed teasing me, fingers dipping beneath the fabric of my underwear to find me already wet with want. When I gasped into his mouth, he swallowed the sound, his free hand tangling in my hair.
“Quiet.” His voice was strained taut with his own need. “Unless you want us to be found now.”
The image his words conjured of Gabriel discovering us, me with Luca’s hand between my legs, sent an unexpected spike of arousal through me. Luca must have felt it, because his smile turned knowing.
“Or perhaps you do,” he suggested, his fingers circling but not touching where I needed him most.
“No,” I lied, and he laughed, knowing me too well.
His touch became more deliberate then, one finger sliding inside me while his thumb worked my clit. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back, surrendering to the sensation. Luca’s mouth returned to my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear.
The dual assault was almost too much. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging in through the fabric of his shirt. He added a second finger, curving them, finding that spot inside me that made coherent thought impossible. His thumb moved in slow, torturous circles, never quite giving me enough pressure to push me over the edge.
“Luca,” I breathed, a plea and a prayer.
“I know,” he answered, increasing the pace of his movements slightly. “I’ve got you.”
Footsteps returned to the hallway. They were closer now, more deliberate. Luca’s hand never faltered in its rhythm.
“He’s coming,” I whispered.
“So are you,” he replied, pressing his thumb more firmly against me.
I buried my face against his chest to muffle the sounds I couldn’t contain as the pleasure crested. His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust, and I came apart in his arms, wave after wave washing over me until I was boneless and breathless.
The footsteps stopped just outside the closet door. Through my haze of pleasure, I felt Luca’s arm tighten around me, holding me up as my legs threatened to give way. His other hand remained between my thighs, gentle now.
The door swung open. Dante leaned in the doorway. His gaze dropped to Luca’s hand between my legs, and desire was written plainly across his face. “Finished yet?”
“You knew all along,” I accused teasingly.
“I didn’t want to ruin the fun.”
“Dante, you could never ruin the fun,” I said suggestively, and his eyes darkened with desire.
He bent down and picked me up, placing me over his shoulder. I dangled over his shoulder, laughing, as he carried me toward the stairs. Dante’s free hand massaged my thighs, the curve of my ass, and he let out a groan of need.
“Found her!” Dante called.
“It’s a big house. Bigger grounds,” Luca mused from behind us. “We could play again tomorrow.”
I raised my head to grin at Luca, and he winked back at me.
He was always going to want to chase me, after all. And I was always going to want to be caught.
Gabriel joined us in the hallway upstairs. Dante lowered me so I was cradled in his arms again, and the three of us walked into the bedroom Gabriel and I had once shared.
The room had been changed. The cage was gone, of course. But we also had a new bed, one that was seemingly vast; it spanned an enormous part of the wall.
“It’s for three kings together,” Gabriel explained. “With our queen.”
“I love it,” I said, right before Dante set me down on the edge of it and leaned down to kiss me, and then I couldn’t say anything more. His mouth on mine, the insistent heat of his body against mine, took over all thought.
His lips were firmer than Luca’s, more demanding, and he tasted different too—coffee and something sweeter, like vanilla. His hand slid from my face to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance that I gladly granted.
“Perfect,” Gabriel murmured. His voice was more distant than I expected, and I caught a glimpse of him as Dante and I were kissing; he’d drawn a chair near the bed and was watching us intently, his own erection tenting his trousers. “Luca, why don’t you help her out of that dress?”
I felt Luca’s presence before his hands touched me, the mattress shifting as he knelt behind me. His fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress, drawing it down with agonizing slowness. The cool air of the room kissed my exposed skin, raising goosebumps that Luca traced with his fingertips.
Dante never broke our kiss, even as Luca helped me to pull the dress from my shoulders and down my body.
“Beautiful,” Gabriel commented. “Dante, let her breathe. You have other work to do on her body.”
Dante pulled back reluctantly, his eyes dark pools of desire. He smiled, a quirk of lips that made my stomach flip pleasantly. His hands replaced his mouth, tracing the curve of my collarbone, the swell of my breasts above the bra.
Luca, meanwhile, had moved to the foot of the bed. His hands enveloped my ankles, thumbs pressing into the arches of my feet in a massage that was somehow both soothing and arousing. He worked his way upward, kneading my calves, then my thighs, his touch becoming less therapeutic and more purposeful as he approached the juncture of my legs.
“She’s already sensitive. Be gentle at the start,” Gabriel noted, and I felt myself flush slightly at the realization he, too, knew I’d already orgasmed with Luca. “Undress for her.”
Luca nodded, but there was a glint in his eye that told me he didn’t need the instruction. His fingers skimmed over the fabric of my panties, barely touching, and yet I arched toward him, seeking more pressure.
Meanwhile, Dante stood from the bed for a moment, stripping off his shirt. I studied the beautiful lines of his body, the joy on his handsome face as I reached for him. Dante leaned down and ran his hands over my thighs, and Luca in turn shifted off the bed and began to strip too.
“Greedy,” Gabriel murmured approvingly. “Luca, spread our girl open for us. Make it easy for Dante to do his work.”
Luca unhooked my bra. He slid the straps down my arms and tossed the garment aside, his gaze appreciative as he took in my now bare breasts. He sat behind me on the bed and pulled me into his arms, until I was leaning back against his hard chest.
Dante pulled off my panties and tossed them into Gabriel’s lap. Gabriel pulled a wry face but held onto them anyway, rubbing his fingers across the thin fabric as he continued to give us orders. “Hold her legs open for Dante.”
Luca hooked his legs inside my calves and spread my legs wide, pinning me to the bed. I groaned at being so exposed, but it was more desire than anything else. I loved the sensation, and Luca dipped his head to keep kissing my throat as his hand slid between my thighs again, fingering my clit, spreading open my lips for them all to see.
“Look how wet our girl is for us,” Luca murmured against my skin.
“May I?” Dante asked.
“Please,” I managed, the word more breath than sound.
Dante lowered his head, lips closing around one nipple while his hand cupped the other breast. The sensation, combined with Luca’s fingers, made me moan aloud. Then he moved down, kissing my stomach, my hip, my thigh. My hips bucked impatiently, and Luca paused his toying with my clit to aim a slap at my pussy. I let out a soft huff at the sudden sting that faded into lingering, needy heat.
“Did you like that, Celia?” Gabriel’s voice was dark and curious.
I shook my head, unable to answer as Dante’s lips traced up my other thigh, slowly tracing his way toward my pussy.
“Don’t lie to Gabriel,” Luca chided, landing another slap on my pussy. “I’ll punish you for that later.”
Dante aimed a murderous look at Luca, and Luca let out a laugh that I felt through my body. “She likes what I give her just as much as she likes what you give her, Dante.”
“Luca’s right,” Gabriel said, and Luca’s brows arched in amused surprise at those unexpected words. “There should be consequences. Make her come again, both of you. Dante, use your mouth on her breasts, not her pussy now. Luca, your fingers inside her.”
They complied immediately, Dante’s tongue circling my nipple before sucking it between his lips, while Luca’s fingers found me wet and ready, sliding inside with practiced ease. The combined assault on my senses was overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly as they worked in tandem.
“Look at her,” Gabriel murmured, stroking himself as he watched. “See how she responds to you both.”
I was beyond embarrassment, beyond anything but the mounting pleasure. Dante’s mouth moved from one breast to the other, teeth grazing the sensitive peaks in a way that sent sparks down to where Luca’s fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made my vision blur.
“More,” I gasped, not sure what exactly I was asking for, only knowing that I needed it.
“Give her what she wants,” Gabriel ordered.
Luca added a third finger, stretching me deliciously, while his thumb circled my clit with just the right pressure. Dante’s free hand replaced his mouth on my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers as his lips traveled up my neck to capture my mouth once more.
The combined sensations pushed me rapidly toward the edge. I clutched at them both, one hand in Dante’s hair, the other gripping Luca’s shoulder, my body tensing as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.
“Let go,” Gabriel commanded, though whether to me or to the men, I wasn’t sure.
I cried out as my pleasure broke over me. Luca’s fingers continued their relentless movement, drawing out my orgasm until I was trembling and oversensitive. Only then did they both pull back slightly, giving me room to breathe.
I opened my eyes to find Gabriel watching intently, naked now, his cock still hard and beaded with precum as he watched us.
That would not do.
“Gabriel, I’m tired of you just watching. Come here.”
Surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by heat. He hesitated only a moment before approaching the bed. “What do you want?”
“All of you,” I answered, the boldness of my desire surprising even me. “I want all of you.”
“I’m not sure you’re ready for all of us,” Dante said against my temple, before pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Have a little faith in me.”
“You know I do.” Dante kissed me again. Then he stood from the bed, shedding his jeans.
The three men stood naked at the end of the bed, looking like three statues of Adonis, brought to life.
“How do you want us?” Luca asked, and I wasn’t sure if he was asking me or Gabriel.
I glanced at Gabriel, sure that he had a plan. After all, this was new territory for me. I’d only ever had sex with Dante in the years before my men found me. Our eyes caught, and Gabriel nodded.
“Dante, do you want her hot mouth, her needy little pussy, or her sweet asshole?” Gabriel asked.
I smiled at him, and Gabriel’s lips quirked slightly in response. I liked seeing him give Dante first choice.
“Mouth,” Dante said without hesitation.
“Luca, get on the bed behind her,” Gabriel said. “Get the lube first. From the drawer.”
Within seconds, they were all in position.
Dante smiled as I reached for him, a slow unfurling of satisfaction as he positioned himself so that his hips were level with my face as I lay on my side between Gabriel and Luca.
“Are you sure?” Gabriel asked, his hand gentle on my hip. “We don’t have to rush this. We’ve got a lifetime to figure out how to be four of us, together.”
“I’m sure,” I interrupted. “I want this. I want all of you. Now .”
That was all the permission they needed. Gabriel shifted, rolling onto his back and guiding me on top of him. I straddled his hips, feeling the hard length of him pressing against me, not yet entering. His hands found my breasts, kneading them.
Behind me, Luca’s hands spread over my back, massaging down to my hips, then lower, one finger tentatively circling my rear entrance. I heard the snap of a cap, and then his finger returned, slick now with lubricant, pressing gently but firmly until I relaxed enough to allow him inside.
Dante cupped my cheek with tenderness as I reached for his enormous cock and drew him into my mouth. He groaned, and I felt the power I had to pleasure him reverberate through my body. Dante deserved everything.
Gabriel took advantage of my changed position to guide himself to my entrance, pushing upward as I lowered myself onto him, filling me completely in one slow, delicious slide.
“God,” Gabriel breathed, his hands gripping my hips hard. “You feel incredible.”
Behind me, Luca worked a second finger inside, preparing me with careful patience. The stretch burned slightly, but not unpleasantly, and I found myself pushing back against his hand, seeking more.
“She’s ready,” Luca murmured, removing his fingers and replacing them with the blunt head of his arousal. “Relax for me, Celia.”
I did, bearing down slightly as he pressed forward. There was pressure, a moment of resistance, then a stretching fullness as he breached me. Gabriel held still beneath me, allowing me time to adjust to the sensation of being filled in both places.
“Okay?” Luca asked, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.
“More than okay,” I assured him, then turned my attention back to Dante, setting a rhythm that the others quickly matched. I felt so full with Luca’s and Gabriel’s cocks, lost in the sensation of their hands on my body. Dante’s hand tangled in my hair, not forcing but guiding as I worked him with lips and tongue.
The sensation was overwhelming, being completely filled, utterly surrounded by them. I lost track of whose hands were where, only aware of pleasure building again, impossibly soon after my last climax. Someone’s fingers—Gabriel’s, I thought—found where he and I were joined, pressing against my clit in time with their thrusts.
Words were beyond me now, my mouth otherwise occupied, but I moaned around Dante, the vibration making him curse softly. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by gasps and half-formed praises.
“I’m close,” Dante warned, his hand tightening in my hair.
I redoubled my efforts, wanting to please him as he and the others were doing for me. His hips jerked forward once, twice, and then he was coming, his release flooding my mouth. I swallowed, continuing to work him gently through the aftershocks until he pulled away.
Now, I could focus fully on the sensations of Gabriel beneath me and Luca behind me. They moved in perfect synchronization, as if they’d done this countless times before. Gabriel’s thumb circled my clit more insistently, and I felt the familiar tightening low in my belly.
“Come for us, Celia,” Gabriel urged, his voice rough with approaching climax. “One more time.”
I did, the orgasm hitting me with surprising force, my inner muscles clenching around both men still buried inside me.
Gabriel followed immediately, his back arching off the bed as he emptied himself within me. Luca was last, his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, his hands gripping my hips as he found his own release with a muffled groan.
For a long moment, none of us moved, too spent and sensitive. Then Luca carefully withdrew, triggering a small aftershock that made me gasp. Gabriel helped me lift off him, and I collapsed onto the bed between them, boneless.
Dante returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth, cleaning me with gentle efficiency before joining us on the bed. Somehow, we arranged ourselves so that I was in the center, surrounded on all sides by warm male bodies, their hands gentle now as they stroked my hair, my arms, my sides.
“Are you all right?” Gabriel asked, his commanding tone replaced by genuine concern.
I smiled, too tired for words, and nodded. I was more than all right. I was complete in a way I hadn’t known was possible.
“Sleep,” Luca murmured against my temple, pressing a kiss there. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”
I rested my cheek on Dante’s shoulder, listening to the soft sounds of their breathing, and I knew it was true. I knew I’d never be alone again.
I was home.
Tomorrow, maybe the four of us would find just the right name for our dog.