Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
WENDY
By the time the guests have gone and we are alone in the Darkland Palace, all three of us are terribly drunk.
I stumble into our bedroom first fighting with the zipper on my dress. Laughter is bubbling up my throat, fizzing like champagne on the tip of my tongue. I can’t even remember what I’m laughing at, but it doesn’t matter. It just feels good.
Now that our wedding is over, I finally feel like I can breathe and relax. I didn’t realize until after the event just how much I had been holding myself back trying to make sure everything was in place, that I was making the right decision, and that all of us were in alignment.
Work still needs to be done (even more so now that James has one of two Darkland shadows) but that’s the reality of any relationship.
Right now, I just want to sink into this warm, fuzzy feeling running through my veins and then fuck the shit out of my two men.
Roc helps me with my zipper as James pulls the drapes closed and lights the dozen white candles set out on the dresser.
The mood in the room immediately changes. I have been waiting for this night for weeks and my heart is racing at the anticipation of it.
I promised Roc I would prepare myself for both of them and I think I’ve done my part.
With the zipper open, my dress slips off my shoulders and with a little wiggle of my hips, it falls off my body, pooling on the hardwood floor.
Both of my men take in the sight of me in the lingerie I took great care to select.
It was designed and hand-sewn by an artist in the Umbrage who I have become slightly obsessed with.
The piece is a black lace halter body suit that makes me feel like the sultry whore James accused me of being.
But I’m not shying away from it. Not now, not ever.
In fact, I want to embrace it. Because every time I brush up against the darker parts of myself, or the taboo desires that society, especially Everland, told me I should not have, I feel like a god.
“Bloody hell,” James says.
“Wendy Darling.” Roc comes to stand in front of me and looks me up and down. “You’ve been wearing that under your wedding dress all day and you didn’t tell us?” He tsk-tsks.
“If I’d told you, it wouldn’t have been a surprise.”
“And you wouldn’t have gotten through the vows,” James says to him.
Roc hooks his arm around James’s shoulders and drags him into his side. “You have a point, husband.”
The smile that pulls at James’s mouth is instinctual, almost giddy. “Husband.”
Roc runs his fingers through James’s hair. “Husband. Wife. Husband. What a delight this is.”
I cross the distance between us and start unbuttoning Roc’s shirt. And as I do, Roc trails a hand down my arm, then down my torso. A shiver wracks my body.
When I finally get his shirt open and get to take in the full sight of his stomach and all the ink that swirls over his chest, heat burns in my cheeks.
“I will never stop marveling at how hot you are,” I tell him.
“Oh Wendy, Darling, stop. You’re making me blush.”
James snorts. “You, bashful? Tell me more lies.”
Roc reaches over and grips James by the groin. James groans. “Another lie? All right, Captain.” He turns his body toward James and strokes him through his pants. “I will be patient with you tonight.”
James blows out a breath, his eyes slipping closed. “A lie I am happy to swallow then.”
“You’ll be swallowing more than that.”
I think some people might feel left out, watching the dynamics play out between Roc and James, but I consider it foreplay. Because what Roc promises James, I know he promises me, too.
“Christ.” James huffs out a breath. “You may be the end of me.”
Roc laughs and then kisses James. The kiss is slow and attentive. My heart races in my chest.
Watching them, my mouth goes parched, and I draw my tongue over my lips, wetting them, and the wet smack of my lips draws Roc back.
When he refocuses his gaze on me, lust burns in his eyes.
“Come here, Darling,” he says and I sink into his side, curling my body against his.
He feels so good. All of this feels so good and right.
I’m treated to an echoing kiss, his tongue meeting mine.
And then suddenly I’m swept off my feet, cradled in Roc’s arms. A surprised yelp escapes me and I wrap my arms around his neck as another burble of laughter escapes me.
“Captain,” he calls, but James is already sliding onto the bed, positioning himself against the wall of thick pillows propped against the headboard. He spreads his legs so that Roc can nestle me into the space between them.
“You smell delightful, Darling,” James says at the shell of my ear.
“Mmm,” Roc says. “Fuckable and so, so sweet.”
Butterflies dip in my belly as Roc climbs on the bed next and sinks down to his belly, his face now inches from my sensitive center.
I’m already dripping wet. I’ve been wet most of the day thinking about tonight, about being the wife to these two handsome, powerful, dangerous men, and all the things they will do to me tonight and every night that stretches on after it.
Roc breaths out and the heat penetrates the thin lace covering my pussy.
I moan and wiggle, feeling the hardness of James’s cock pressing between my shoulders.
I want to be touched. I want to be teased. I want this night to last forever.
James reaches beneath my thigh with his hook, gently placing the tip against my skin, coaxing me open for Roc.
The way they move together, pleasuring me, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve made a deal with the devil to get this lucky.
Roc brushes his finger over the seam of my bodysuit, where my thigh meets my core, purposefully teasing me, touching me but not touching the aching parts.
I squirm again and James applies more pressure with his hook sending a sharp slant of pain through me, forcing me still.
“Patience, Wendy Darling,” Roc says.
“But I thought you said you would not be patient.” My argument comes out breathy and a little whiny.
“I will not be patient with our Captain. But you on the other hand…”
He drags his knuckles over my pussy and when I jolt beneath him, James captures my wrist in his hand, pulling me back, opening me up to both of them.
James plants a kiss on my neck, then my cheek as Roc plants a kiss at my clit, still keeping the delicate lace between us.
I breathe out, close my eyes, and sink into the feel of them.
I am so greedy for more.
Letting go of my arm, James finds my pebbled nipple and caresses it with the pad of his thumb.
And then Roc shoves aside the lace and runs his tongue over my pussy.
The moan that comes out of my throat is eager and high-pitched.
I’m already buzzing. I could come in a flash.
“Oh my god. Roc. Careful. I—”
But he is not careful and it turns out, also not patient.
The pleasure builds fast and hot and Roc doesn’t let up. He hooks his hands around my thighs, holding me open as he devours me, tipping me over the edge before I have a chance to stop him.
I buck through the orgasm and James holds me to him, his hands roaming my body as shivers pound through me.
Eyes closed, I savor the pleasure, all of the tension running out of me.
But then the bed dips as Roc rises up and edges closer. And when I open my eyes next, I find Roc hovering over both of us, his trousers unbuttoned and hanging open, his hard cock bobbing between us.
Roc threads his fingers into James’s hair and pulls him forward. “Not patient,” he says, and then shoves his cock into James’s mouth.
Roc groans, rocking his hips forward. “Captain, when I’m buried in your mouth, I feel closer to god.”
I quickly adjust my position and run my tongue over the underside of Roc’s shaft every time he pulls out.
“Fuck,” he says, increasing his tempo as if chasing the pleasure of us both. “The desire to spill down your throat, the restraint needed not to.”
He pulls out, chest heaving.
“Your Majesty,” he says. “Have you done your homework?”
I wipe the wetness from my chin. “Yes.”
“Then give me your ass.” He yanks me around and tears through the delicate lace of the bodysuit, baring me for him. “Captain.”
“You’re sure, Darling?” he asks.
“Yes. Don’t make me wait any longer, James.”
A bottle of fairy oil is procured and when Roc presses the head of his cock to my backside, the oil is warm and slippery.
James needs no such assistance. I’m already dripping down my thighs and the head of his cock slides into my pussy with no resistance.
I wrap my leg around his hip and bend my back for Roc, finding the right position to take them both.
Roc finds the right angle, slipping in an inch and I groan around him, feeling so full I could burst.
“Be gentle,” James tells Roc and Roc says, “Wendy Darling, do you want me to be delicate with your tight little ass?”
My eyes are heavy, my desire potent, and when I look up at James, I find a worried knot between his brows. I drag my nails over the nape of his neck and he shivers beneath my touch, some of the worry fading.
“Don’t be gentle with me. Either of you.”
James exhales and I can feel the answering excitement throbbing through his cock.
Roc wraps his arm around me, his hand coming to my throat as he sinks in another inch.
“I want her to be sore tomorrow, Captain. I want her body to remember the feel of us.”
“Her husbands,” James says.
“Her kings,” Roc answers.
A thrill races through me. “Yes.”
“Let’s fuck her senseless.” Roc plants a kiss on my bare shoulder. “And fill her with so much cum it drips from every hole.”
“Bloody hell,” James says on a breath.
“Oh gods,” I say as the promise of his words builds pressure in my clit again.
If this is the start of our marriage, I think I will be a happy and satisfied wife.
Roc presses his hips forward, burying himself further. James does the same until they’re both sunk inside of me, filling me up.
I could come just like this. Every nerve is pulsing with need.
They pull out, and sink back in, finding a rhythm together, fucking me together.
“Oh fuck,” I say. The pressure builds and builds. This time the pleasure is fuller, faster, like the orgasm is building not just at my core, but somewhere deep down, on a soul level.
I cling to James, he clings to me, and Roc is touching us both, his hand on my hip, his other threading through James’s hair.
And together, we climb higher and higher and higher and then we’re soaring, our pleasure loud and primal.
My men rock into me, spilling inside of me, and I jolt against them both, buzzing from the aftershock of so much pleasure it makes my eyes burn.
I heave out a breath.
Roc sinks deep inside of me and holds himself there as if prolonging his own pleasure. James plants a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“I love you both so much,” I whisper.
“I didn’t know what love was until you two,” James confesses.
Roc is silent for a beat. “I was terrified of love until you two.” He runs his fingers over James’s hair, then does the same to me, tucking a stray lock behind my ear. “I am terrified no more.”
I sink into the sensation of being sated and content.
And before long, I’m out.