Chapter 47
FORTY-SEVEN
Claim what you want out of life and ignore anyone who says you can’t have it.
CELINE
I’m beyond full.
It’s intense in the best way, and I can’t think of anything else. The thought of Luca and Riven fucking me together is enough to make me come untouched, and I’m being thoroughly touched.
I’m obsessed with their differences. Riven’s grip is firm and constant. Luca holds me gently and never stops moving. His thumb caresses my cheek, then the swell of my breast, before stroking my pelvis as he uses my hips for leverage.
The contrasts are turning me into a boneless heap.
With Malach writhing against my tongue, and Ciprian squirming helplessly under Alistair’s forearm, it’s a sensation overload, and I can’t hold back. My inner muscles spasm.
My orgasm sets off a chain reaction. My toes curl before every muscle in my body relaxes.
Luca and Riven increase their pace, fucking me in tandem, and I spasm again, drenching them as waves of ecstasy roll over me.
My pussy gets so tight, it forces them both out.
A second later, they’re coating my belly and ass with cum.
Collapsing forward, I swallow more of Malach than I was ready for and gag.
He groans, burying his fingers in my hair as he comes.
I swallow as fast as I can while making a mental note: Malach likes rough head.
I file that away, already thinking about sneaking away with him and teasing him until he loses control and fucks my face.
Calloused hands land on my waist, pulling me away from Malach’s softening dick.
“Careful,” Ciprian says. “She’s dripping cum, and I don’t want to spend all night wrestling with fitted sheets.”
I giggle, but it’s too late to avoid changing the bedding. I squirted . . . a lot, and I’m not about to play rock, paper, scissors to decide who sleeps in the wet spot.
I spent my time in the shower earlier sorting my priorities, and the reality is, I could die soon. Since fucking five guys isn’t the sort of thing one does the night before a duel to the death, tonight was the night.
I’m fastidious, but I’m also practical: changing the sheets can wait until we’re done.
Climbing off Luca, I flip onto my back and wink at Ciprian. “After,” I tell him. “We can change them after.”
The annoyed expression he was aiming at Luca and Riven melts away and he kisses me.
His tongue tangles with mine, hot and sweet and teasing, until I’m chasing it with every stroke.
“You are so fucking hot, babe. Two at once, while licking Malach like a lollipop?” He bites my lip.
“I’ll be recreating it in nightmare form for the next thirty years while I jack off. ”
I kiss his chin. “Why bother when we can do it live?”
Ciprian’s brow furrows. “You’ll be sore.”
I will be sore. I already am, if I’m being honest, but nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want. Not tonight.
I cradle Ciprian’s jaw and stare into his black eyes.
I have to look closely to tell his pupil from his iris.
Eyes this black should be cold, but his are the opposite.
Ciprian Casanell burns hotter than flame.
He feels things deeply. It’s obvious, if you know where to look—and I’m never going to look away.
“I want you,” I tell him firmly. “Even if I’m sore. Even if I’m tired. You’re never too much, Ciprian, not for me.”
Two pink splotches appear on the apples of his cheeks. “Okay, fine, but let the record show that you wore me down.”
I wrap my legs around his hips, hook my crossed ankles above his ass, and moan as he sinks inside me. It’s usually difficult to take Ciprian, but after having Riven and Luca at the same time, I’m plenty warmed up.
Ciprian’s eyelashes flutter, and he kisses my neck. “You lay there and relax,” he says. “I’ll do the work.”
And gods, does he ever.
With his hands wrapped around my knees, he holds me exactly where he wants me as he thrusts inside me.
My next orgasm is softer and slower. I let myself enjoy every second of it; my eyes rolling back in my head as pleasure pulls me under.
I’ve always enjoyed sex, but there’s something different about being with them.
My pleasure is easier and more intense—the trust we share outside the bedroom enhancing everything that happens inside it.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of loving them. Knowing I have five partners watching my back who are willing to wring every drop of pleasure from my body while they’re at it? It’s everything I wasn’t brave enough to want. Until now.
I wish my mom knew. Not about how thoroughly I’m getting fucked, but that I’m happy and cared for without limits, in a way that defies reason.
Ciprian stiffens and comes inside me, smothering me with kisses.
I moan into his mouth, only to have it ripped away from me as Alistair removes Ciprian and takes his place.
Red eyes feral, he’s barely clinging to sanity.
I shiver as he stares down at me. “I’ve waited my turn,” he grits the words through clenched teeth. “Quite patiently, angel. Have mercy.”
Because I can and because he loves it, I shove him onto his back and climb on top. Hovering above him, I tease his cock by rubbing it against my dripping entrance.
I’m going to feel this tomorrow, but I want Ali to snap. He’s right on the edge . . . a little more teasing ought to—
He grabs my shoulders and wrenches me down.
We both hiss as he bottoms out—me from the rough change of pace after Ciprian’s careful attention, and Ali from the delight of taking what he wants. It’s not that Alistair cares about me less; he’s just a vampire, and I’m into it.
His eyes flicker from red to blue, and he slows down, softening his grip.
I squeeze his cock deliberately, grinning as the blue of his eyes gets devoured once more. He takes one look at my smug expression and flips me onto my hands and knees.
“Hold on,” he growls. Hold on to what? It’s the last rational thought I have, because Alistair is done playing. He fucks me like an animal until I’m gnawing on the pillow in front of me to keep the whole house from hearing me wail.
From the corner of my watering eyes, I watch his hand land beside my face.
He yanks the pillow away and hurls it across the room—except it can’t handle feral Ali like I can.
The pillow hits the wall and explodes, sending a cloud of down into the air.
His fingers curl around my throat, lifting my mouth away from the mattress so there’s nothing to muffle my screams.
Luca lies down beside me, bringing his face next to mine. His expression is a mixture of heat, concern, and amusement. “I’m pretty sure you’re right where you want to be, baby, but I thought I’d check in.”
“I’m f-f-f-fine,” I grunt. “You know he’s all t-talk.”
Ali’s next thrust sends me scooting up the bed, and his palm cracks against my ass. I let out an embarrassing squeak.
“Brat,” he snarls. “She did this on purpose. I was trying to be a gentleman.”
I whimper as a tiny orgasm rolls through me. Alistair eases his grip on my neck but never breaks his rhythm. “I don’t like gentlemen,” I say. “I like you. All of you.”
“What a relief.” I can’t tell if Riven is being sarcastic. There are too many black spots dotting my vision. And something is roaring in my ears.
Luca kisses my cheek, and the tip of his tongue darts out to taste my tears. Gods, are my eyes watering that much? I may actually have to tap out. “Don’t worry, baby,” he whispers. “I’ll help you out.” Luca winks and disappears from my view. A second later, Ali moans.
His breathing gets choppy. His grip tightens, then his rhythm falters, and he twitches inside me, filling me up and setting off one final orgasm.
Coming again does me in.
I sag against the bed and bury my face in the covers, letting my eyes drift shut. Lips graze my shoulders. A damp rag cleans gently between my legs. They’re talking to me or each other, but I can’t focus. I’m boneless, strung out, and utterly ruined.
There are legs attached to my trunk, and wings tucked away beneath my skin, but if I had to move right now—even in an emergency—I don’t think I could.
Maybe I could crawl? Or pull myself along with my arms?
Who am I kidding? One of the benefits of being in a relationship with a bunch of guys is that one of them will carry me out if the house catches fire.
If it weren’t for the stickiness, I wouldn’t need to move again all night.
As if they heard my thoughts, someone picks me up and carries me to the bathroom.
I zone out in the shower, enjoying the hot spray pounding against my spent muscles and leaning on Ciprian and Malach. They wash me gently, and I let them. Allowing them to care for me doesn’t feel weak. At least not tonight.
By the time we return to the bedroom, the sheets have been changed, and my stomach is growling. Dammit, I want to sleep, but I’m too hungry.
As if I summoned them, the door opens, and Luca walks in with his arms full of booze and glasses. Riven trails behind him with two trays of food.
Alistair darts in front of me, kisses my jaw, and looks me over so thoroughly I feel another bolt of arousal. He notices my shiver and shakes his head before heading to the bathroom to clean up.
Luca starts mixing drinks and explaining what he’s doing to Riven. Smiling at their newfound camaraderie, I sink down on the loveseat. Malach tugs me into his lap, holding me tight while Ciprian works the tangles from my hair.
They’re spoiling me, but I can’t bring myself to make them stop.
“Are you back with us, baby?” Luca squats in front of me, a glass of wine held carefully in his hand. “It’s not chardonnay, but I’m told you like it.” I’m not sure how he’s communicating with the staff, but something he’s doing is clearly working. This is my favorite drink.
I take the glass, swirling the liquid in a circle before inhaling my first sip. “My love for ech’rike came first. Chardonnay was my earthly substitute.”
Luca bends his head to sniff. “Smells fruity.”
“It is, but I’m not sharing.” I take another sip, then check in on our bond. Fuck, he’s happy. Content, satisfied, and brimming with hope. It’s the last emotion that nearly breaks me. Feeling someone else’s hope is different from experiencing my own. It’s painfully intimate.
Tears burn behind my eyes, and I do my best to channel my emotion into motivation.
“I love you, Luca,” I whisper. “I want you to have the whole world.”
He presses his hand to his heart and smiles. “I already have it.”
We spend the rest of the night eating, drinking, and talking. It’s normal and perfect, and I fall asleep thinking Luca’s hope must be contagious.