Chapter 60 #2
“I’m close, so close, I need… I need...” I writhed, searching for more friction, something to break this building pressure, then Dante growled, “Give my wife what she needs.”
Gabriel plunged three fingers inside me, stretching me out as he curled the ends and stroked some spot deep inside me. Clamping his teeth around my too-sensitive nub, he sucked hard, and my vision splintered.
Ecstasy exploded through me, a crescendo that wiped everything away, consumed my every thought, every heartbeat, every breath, obliterating flesh and blood and bone until nothing existed outside of sensation and light.
I might have screamed their names.
I only knew that Gabriel didn’t stop, wringing more and more pleasure from me, Nico’s eyes never leaving my face, like a male having an epiphany.
When the orgasm faded, when I lay there between them shaking and boneless and panting, utterly spent, Nico kissed my cheeks, my forehead, looking almost as shocked as I felt. As if we’d survived a storm.
“I want…” I trailed off. Gabriel pressed his lips to my lower belly as if he was saying thank you, when he was the one who made me fall apart. I wondered what I was allowed to do. Was I… could I ask for… anything I wanted?
Because after that, my list was long.
“Tell us what you need, bella,” Gabriel murmured into my ear. “Whatever you want, we will give you. One of us, both of us… neither of us, whatever you wish.”
“Both of you.” The words came out fast and breathless; once they were out, I couldn’t take them back.
Didn’t want to take them back, no matter how unsteady they made me feel.
“Then you’ll have us,” Nico murmured, leaning down to kiss me again, keeping his hand around my throat.
Gabriel shifted out of the way.
“I’ll be gentle,” Nico murmured, his breathing ragged as he tightened his shaking fingers so, so carefully around my throat, his other hand trailing between my breasts, stopping on my stomach. “Careful.”
“What if I don’t want careful?” I breathed.
He froze, eyes narrowing. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough. “We don’t have to rush. In fact, we should…”
“I don’t want careful. I want you unleashed. I want to feel everything.”
He hesitated, suddenly unsure, but when he answered, his voice was hoarse. “All right, princess. If you want me unleashed, then that’s what you’ll get.”
Nico crawled off the bed, pulled off his shirt, and my mind went blank.
Yes, I’d seen him shirtless before, covered in sweat, but now… everything was different. Nico belonged to me. He loved me. He was beautiful, in the way a storm was beautiful, wild and untamable, and those shadows…
Darkness drifted off him in achingly slow waves. I reached out a hand and let his shadows wind through my fingers, leaving a chill behind. He watched me play, goosebumps rising all over his body, as though he could feel my touch.
Then he kicked off his boots, peeled off his pants, stood in front of me in all his glory, and let me look my fill. Leaner than Dante or Gabriel, less densely muscled, a body made for lithe movements and subtlety, not brutal combat.
And holy shit…
I swallowed, and he grinned, running his hand down his abdomen and stroking his hard cock, the blunt head shining with precum.
“You can say it, principessa. You think I’m the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen in your life.”
“Stop fucking showing off and take care of Emberline,” Dante barked. “This isn’t about you, asshole.”
“She’s looking; I’m letting her,” Nico argued, and I hid my face in my hands. “See? Now you’ve embarrassed her and broken the mood. Way to go, dickhead.”
“Don’t listen to him.” Nico crawled over me, “I’m going to make you feel so good, beautiful girl. Let me give you what you want, Emberline. Spread your legs and let me inside.”
I obeyed, and he dragged the blunt crown up through my folds, then back down, and I whimpered, shuddering from that slow, thick drag of his flesh against mine.
“You’re safe with me, princess. You’ll always be safe with me because I’ll never let anything happen to you. Now, let me love you.”
I moaned with pleasure when he pushed in, the head of his cock stretching me wide, filling me up, feeling fuller and fuller as he kept going deeper and deeper.
“Put those hands up over your head so I can see all of you.”
I raised them, and Gabriel’s hand closed around my wrists, pinning me down.
“That’s it. My beautiful little princess, all laid out for me to enjoy.”
He was so big, so thick, I didn’t think I could take another inch when his abdomen tightened, and his hips snapped forward, driving his cock all the way inside, a long, ruthless stroke that had a low, shaky moan slipping out before I stopped myself.
“Just breathe. Let yourself adjust. Feels good, doesn’t it?
You wanted me unleashed. Hang on, princess,” was the only warning I got before Nico looped his arm under my knee and threw my knee over his shoulder.
Then he was moving, fucking me hard and fast, a frantic, desperate pace that rocked my entire body, flesh slapping together…
heat and pleasure building until I was on fire.
This was… This was… Oh gods.
Nico’s thrusts grew more and more demanding. I was making low, needy little sounds that didn’t make any sense, his thick cock pumping into me as I throbbed around him. Then he leaned down and sank his teeth into my nipple, and I climaxed, sobbing out his name.
I was pleading, cursing, begging.
Release crashed through me like thunder, blood roaring in my ears, my body loose and tight and cold and hot at the same time. I shattered apart like a star blazing across the sky, everything going dark.
“Emberline, Emberline, Emberline,” Nico roared, his hips slapping against mine one final time before he went still, neck muscles straining as he came, his cock pumping inside me as if he couldn’t stop. Warmth slipped between us, coating my thighs, and I never wanted this to end.
He collapsed on one elbow and rolled off me onto the bed, legs still tangled with mine. I met his half-opened eyes with a smile. He was so fucking beautiful, my heart hurt.
Gods, just breathing took too much effort right now.
Then Gabriel nibbled down the side of my neck, and I turned my face toward him, and let him kiss me until my frantic heartbeat slowed, my breathing steadied. Until I was a pile of soft clay, ready to be molded into whatever he wanted me to be.
“Open your eyes, bella, and look at me,” he urged quietly. “Let me make love to you. Let me show you everything I’ve felt since that night you wanted to stab me.”
“I didn’t really want to stab you.” I stared up at him, outlined by black hair, eyes like the ocean.
“My pretty little liar. You wanted nothing more than to stab me.”
“Well, I’m glad I didn’t. Are you happy?”
“Infinitely so,” he murmured, rolling on top of me.
I sighed as his weight came down over me, warm and delicious.
“Is this what you want, Emberline?” His cock was trapped between us, hard and ready, his hand curved around my face, his other cupping my ass. “Because I’d be a happy male just to hold you tonight while you sleep.”
“I want you, Gabriel.” I took a shaky breath in this room that had once been a bridal chamber prepared for the two of us, wondering why fate had given us a second chance. Not that I was arguing.
“Then you’ll have me,” he murmured.
I sighed as he sank his cock into my pussy, hard and thick and throbbing, groaning softly as he shunted himself deeper, my swollen pussy stretching around his girth. He was longer than Nico, hitting a spot inside me that had me jolting every time he thrust.
“Gods, you feel…” He caught his bottom lip between his fangs, eyes shining. “Like I’m coming home.” He moved in slow, gentle strokes, every kiss a promise, every deep thrust of his cock teasing out a new shiver of pleasure, a low moan, his name.
This wasn’t a claiming of my body; with every kiss, with every murmured word, Gabriel was claiming my soul, some sweet and aching emotion overtaking my heart until tears ran down my cheeks.
He kissed them away with a smile.
“You and I were meant for each other, bella. And nothing is going to drive us apart, ever again.”
When we came, we climaxed together, as if there was any other way for us to finish.
I lay on my back, completely spent, and reached my hand out to my husband. “What about you?”
Dante just smiled, knelt beside the bed, and kissed my fingers, one by one.
Then he went to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth and cleaned me with slow, careful strokes, so tenderly that by the time he was done, I had more tears in my eyes.
“I already have everything I want.” His smile was serene as he tucked the blanket over me. “Now, get some sleep because when you wake up, you are mine.”
Gabriel threw his arm over my stomach, Nico nestled in on my other side, and the three of us fell asleep as my husband watched over us, fire glowing in his eyes.