Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Bella
The remnants of the dream refuse to leave despite my surroundings becoming clearer.
Blaine stands in front of me, and I reach out toward him, needing to make sure he is there.
That I am not trapped in the hell of my dream; I need to know it was a dream, and this is my reality, and my mind hasn't split and conjured up this story.
His warm skin presses against my hands, and he grabs them.
I let out a breath of relief. I can hear their soft murmuring as they talk around me, yet their words can not be understood over the thumping of my own heartbeat in my ears as I try to calm my racing mind.
I sense Latham before I feel his touch. The warming taste of his essence breathes through me, settling my nerves and soothing my lingering fear.
"That's it, Arabella. You're with us. Stay with us," Blaine says, and my nails dig into his skin, yet he doesn't complain or pull away. Instead, he presses closer, and I inhale his heady scent, letting my senses ground me. Trusting completely, they won't allow harm to come to me.
"You won't hurt me," I breathe, letting go of my fear completely, and I feel the dream and the memory slowly fading into the background, taken back to the dark parts of my mind where it can't touch me.
"Never," Xavier purrs as he steps closer.
I look over at him, not knowing when he moves closer, and he cups my face with his hand. I lean into his touch, needing to feel his hands on me.
"Never," Latham whispers before tilting my face toward his before he presses his lips to mine.
A fire ignites under my skin, and I am not sure if the reaction is natural or induced by one of them. Either way, I don't care. His tongue swipes across my bottom lip, and I answer the demand, parting my lips before feeling his tongue delve between them and invade my mouth.
My entire body trembles under their touch, and I turn in his arms to face him. My hands move over the hard plains of his chest. His warmth is as enticing as his scent. The allure of what his aura offers is enticing, promising to make everything alright and be mine if I let him.
Latham pulls me closer until I am entirely flush against him, every ridge of muscle pressed against my soft skin.
The contrast sends a shiver through me. Blaine presses himself against my back, and his hands fall to my hips, his fingers trailing along the waistband of my shorts as he slips his finger under it.
Xavier moves beside me before I feel his hand in my hair, and he tugs my head back, making me break the kiss I share with Latham.
Latham's lips move to my neck while Xavier's tongue plunges into my mouth, tasting every inch with a groan that makes my toes curl into the carpet as a fire starts in my belly.
Blaine moves behind me and hooks his fingers under the waistband of my shorts before I feel them pulled down my legs; he kisses my thigh making goosebumps rise on my skin, when he suddenly bites my ass, making me jump.
His tongue follows along the line where his teeth have just grazed my skin, and I step out of the shorts when I feel Latham tear my cami down the middle.
The sting of it tearing free against my skin makes me gasp and tremble.
His lips travel lower, hungrily devouring my skin before I feel his tongue flick over my hardened nipple, just as Blaine runs his hand up the inside of my thigh to the apex of my legs.
His fingers are teasing me as he brushes them over my wet lips, and my stomach tightens.
My walls clench at the feel of his warm fingers teasing me, making my arousal spill onto my thighs.
Xavier bites my lip, and despite the feel of blood running down my chin, I feel no pain, only desire, a desire to give myself to them, a desire to let them ruin me in the best way possible.
Xavier groans lewdly, and his tongue runs across my chin to my neck, his lips tainted with my blood. Latham takes back my lips before pulling away, and his eyes move over my shoulder. Darkness is all I see swirling in his demonic eyes, and I shiver, which earns me a smirk from him.
"Blaine, go lie on the bed," Latham says.
He does as he is told, moving toward the bed before lying down in the middle.
Latham turns me so his chest is pressed against my back.
One hand is on my lower stomach while the other grasps my breast and squeezes while I face Blaine.
He growls when Latham cups my pussy with his hand, rubbing me.
An airy moan leaves my lips as he continues to tease me, and I lean back against him while Blaine watches hungrily.
"Latham," he growls, and Latham chuckles behind me, his lips moving across my neck to below my ear.
He flicks my earlobe with his tongue before sucking on it, and I turn to putty in his hands.
I watch Blaine squirm on the bed when I se Xavier move onto it beside Blaine.
He reaches for Blaine's boxers, releasing him as he tears the thin fabric.
My own arousal heightens when I see Xavier wrap his hand around Blaine's large cock, making my pussy pulsate in anticipation as I watch him stroke his massive length.
Xavier leans down, licking up the trail of precum before swirling his tongue around the head, and Blaine moans, thrusting his hips.
"I want you to go sit on Blaine's face," Latham purrs below my ear, and I turn my face toward him in shock.
He wants me to sit on Blaine's face?
He pecks my lips before nudging me toward the bed, not giving me a chance to ask if he is serious.
Blaine smiles when I crawl onto the bed. "Best seat in the house."
His tongue darts out and across his bottom lip.