Chapter 62
Verity
The door to the guest suite slammed shut in our wake, sealing me in a room with two feral men.
I gulped. The space was open plan, with a small kitchen area and comfortable seating.
To the left, two bedrooms, and to the right, a luxurious bathroom.
This was usually where Eden stayed, but I could tell from the absence of clothing, makeup, and hair products that she’d moved out.
Yet another reminder she’d known in advance the guys were coming.
The bitch.
But I couldn’t stay mad at her for long.
It was impossible to remain mad at Eden. The woman was glitter and fairy dust personified. I often wondered why she and my sister were friends, given they were like night and day, but had given up asking.
“Undress our girl,” Declan barked as he sank down onto a chair like a relaxed lion surveying his savannah kingdom.
I stumbled forward as my core burst into flames.
When I scanned the suite, there was no sign of Conal.
The bitch in my head quickly concluded his absence meant he’d decided he didn’t want me.
This imaginary rejection stung, but I could hardly complain with two delicious men staring at me like I was lunch.
Besides, he could just be out for a run or something.
“You two sorted your shit out, then?” Ronan asked as his hungry gaze consumed me.
Declan ignored him, the entirety of his focus on me. He watched through hooded eyes as Ronan leaned in and inhaled my scent. It should have been creepy, only it wasn’t.
“Damn, pixie, you smell good. Like a vanilla cupcake.”
He smelled good, too, but I couldn’t get the words out. My throat had seized.
Fingers found the hidden zipper on my dress, and in seconds, the fabric fluttered to the floor, leaving me standing in a pale blue bra and thong. I’d never felt so exposed. Or powerful.
Declan sat forward, resting his arms on his thighs, eyes black as he stared at me.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
My inner critic whispered I was much fatter than Bridget, but I ignored her. Declan had told me he wanted me, and I believed him.
Ronan’s hands skated over my curves, reacquainting himself with every inch of my body.
I felt him hard against my ass as he cupped my breasts, testing the weight of them. It had been weeks, but now he was here, in the flesh. All mine.
His lips brushed the soft skin below my ear, and I shivered. A hand slid down my belly and between my thighs. A moan escaped when his fingers dipped beneath my panties and found my wet center.
“Tell me how she feels, brother.” The tension in Declan’s voice cut through the thick air between us.
Ronan groaned as he ground his cock against me. “She’s so wet for us. I fucking need to get inside her before I nut.”
“You’ll not fuck her until I tell you!”
“Who put you in charge, eh?” Ronan growled.
Quick as a flash, Declan sprung from the chair and yanked Ronan away from me. They grappled as I watched, unsure whether I was even more turned on watching them wrestle or concerned about the potential for property damage.
“I’m the oldest, so I’m always in charge.”
“Hey, she’s mine too!”
The door slid open behind me, a small rush of warm, fragrant air tickled my skin.
“Getting started without me, you bad girl,” Conal breathed against my ear as his arm slid around my waist from behind. From the slickness of his skin, he’d either been in the basement gym over at the main house or out running.
He smelled of citrus and sweat, a mouth-watering combination. When I turned, he grinned. My eyes danced over his bare chest and dipped down to where his shorts hung low on his hips. I licked my lips, eager to taste his salty skin.
“I’ve missed you, sweetheart.” The softness in Conal’s eyes hit me hard. My emotions had been close to the surface all evening, so it was no great surprise when tears threatened to spill down my cheeks.
“I’ve missed you, too. Missed you all.” No lie. I had missed them. The weeks apart had been torture. Even though I’d needed time and space to process, letting them go had been the hardest decision of my life.
But my self-imposed exile was over.
Conal reached out and brushed my tears away with his thumb. His lips brushed mine. Soft at first, then harder as desire took hold. I could hear Ronan grumbling in the background, but Conal had stolen my focus.
We slotted together perfectly, my curves against his hard edges. Another hard body moved in behind me, identical in height and build. Ronan.
He gripped my hips when Conal broke our kiss, leaving me breathless and needy.
I turned to the side to see Declan had taken his seat again and was watching the three of us with heat in his eyes.
“Make her come. I want to see how pretty she looks when she falls apart.” The thick outline of his cock obscenely tenting his trousers made me shiver with need.
Ronan chuckled while pressing a thick finger inside me.
I gasped at the pressure. A needy whimper fell from my lips when Conal stepped back.
He gripped the elastic of my thong, tearing it from me and tossing the ruined fabric aside.
Then he removed my bra and stood staring at my body while palming his erection.
I could barely breathe with Ronan’s finger inside me, sliding in and out in a poor imitation of what I needed.
“Please,” I begged.
“You need to come?” Conal chuckled darkly. “I think we should tease you first. Make you wait for it, like you made us wait.”
“No!” The thought of them keeping me on the edge all night made me want to scream.
“They’re going to make you come, princess, so you’re ready for my cock.”
“And what if I want to fuck her first?” Ronan clearly wasn’t happy with Declan’s desire to control things.
Declan closed his eyes for a moment. Probably so he didn’t punch Ronan in the face.
“You need to learn to share, brother. It’s the only way we can make this work.”
“Ro, he’s right.” Conal pressed closer, sandwiching me between him and Ronal. “We’ve shared before, all three of us, so you know it works.” I growled as I pictured them sharing a woman before me, causing the twins to laugh.
“That woman meant nothing,” Ronan assured me before stroking my swollen clit. I shivered and whimpered in his arms.
“There’s only you, Verity,” Declan said as he stood. “There will only ever be you.” I watched as he unzipped his pants and removed his boxers. He sat back down, legs wide, and gripped his dick. A small bead of pre-cum welled out from the fat head and I licked my lips. I wanted to taste him so much.
Taste all three of them as they stood in a circle around me, cocks in hand.
Conal must have sensed which way my thoughts had gone as he grinned.
“You want to suck his cock, angel? Does that turn you on?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“I felt her flutter around my finger, so yeah, it turns her on.” Ronan added a second finger, making me yelp as my body tightened around him.
Damn, I was so close now. Desperate to lose myself in pleasure.
“Bring her over here,” Declan ordered. The twins stepped back and led me to him, offering me up like a tribute to their god.
“On your knees, princess.” I blinked in surprise but did as I was told. “Suck me.” My core spasmed hard as I gripped his muscular thighs and leaned closer. Hands slid up my legs, and a mouth brushed over my pussy as I licked Declan’s shaft.
He groaned at the same time I cried out when a tongue swirled across my clit. Ronan. Conal’s hand cupped my tit, squeezing and pinching my nipple as Ronan pushed me closer to breaking point with his mouth and fingers.
I opened my mouth and took Declan in as deep as I could manage. From his deep groans, he loved it. Thick, salty beads of cum burst on my tongue as he thickened in my mouth.
I could barely breathe. My mouth was so full. Saliva dripped down my chin, soaking us both. I cupped his balls, testing the weight of them, making him hiss with pleasure.
“Fuck,” he growled.
“Good girl,” Conal whispered while fondling my tits. “Such a good girl for us.”
Ronan pushed a finger into my ass at the same time as he sucked my clit, and I exploded into a sobbing mess. I was dimly aware of someone lifting me before a thick cock pressed inside my pulsing channel.
Declan yanked me down, not giving me any time to get used to his size and girth. I cried out as he thrust hard from below, rutting into me, overtaken with feral need.
My nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust once more, twice, and then froze for a moment.
“Fuck, princess,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck.
No sooner had he relaxed than Ronan ripped me away and pulled me on top of him, sinking into my soaked pussy with a heart-felt groan. I collapsed on his chest, boneless with pleasure.
“Good girl,” Conal repeated, moving behind me. He parted my ass cheeks and something cold dribbled over my back entrance. I squeaked in surprise. “Relax, baby, let me in.” His cock pressed against my ass as his fingers eased inside me.
“Fuck, Con, hurry. I’m about to lose it.”
Conal stretched me and then pushed his cock into my ass, taking his sweet time, letting me adjust. When I opened my eyes, Declan sat watching us, his dick hard again.
“Such a good girl,” he purred, making me shiver in delight. I never knew I had a praise kink until I met these guys, but damn, them telling me I was a good girl did bad things to me.
Conal bottomed out inside me as Ronan thrust from below. I was entirely at their mercy. Sandwiched between them.
Declan stood and then kneeled alongside us, his focus on me. I looked down to see his hard dick begging for my attention. He smiled.
“Take me in your mouth, sweetheart.”
He tasted of cum, his and mine. I took him deep into my throat as the twins fucked me harder, praising me, telling me how beautiful I was.
I soaked up their words, loving how much they adored me. How much they desired me.
When I came, it was less explosive, but no less intense. Pleasure ripped through me, taking Ronan and then Conal with me. I heard them groan and felt their cum spilling out inside me before Declan came too, unleashing down my throat.
I swallowed hard, licking every drop up before he pulled away.
“Ours,” he said with a satisfied smile.
“Ours,” the twins repeated.
A warm glow enveloped me as I collapsed on Ronan’s chest. A feeling of completeness.
I’d found my place in the world. My forever family.
I woke up sweating. Had I dozed off in the sun again? Only I couldn’t be outside, not with a soft sheet tangled around my body and a pillow beneath my cheek.
In a heartbeat, it all came flooding back.
The pizza with Declan.
He loved me.
Running across the sand.
He loved me.
The three of them making love to me.
They loved me.
The twinge of discomfort between my thighs told me it hadn’t been a dream. We’d fucked. Several times.
A hard body pressed into me from behind. Hard in more ways than one.
“Pixie,” a gravelly voice murmured. “If you don’t stop wiggling that cute butt of yours, I’ll have no choice but to—”
“No, you won’t. We have somewhere to be,” Declan sighed, exasperated, from my left. He watched me, his hair mussed from sleep, no lingering signs of tension in his expression.
“We do?” My throat felt sore. Was that because I’d taken his giant—
“Yes. So hop in the shower, princess.”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words fell out before I engaged my brain. For a horrible moment, I cringed, but the way his eyes turned molten told me he liked me calling him ‘daddy’. And from the way my pussy clenched, I did too.
Conal sat up on Ronan’s other side and yawned.
“Dammit, I need coffee. Lots of coffee. Jet lag is a bitch.”
“Then go find a coffee machine while I help pixie shower.” Ronan snuggled into me.
“If you help princess shower, we’re never getting out of this place,” Declan grumbled.
“Spoilsport.” From the way Ronan’s hold on me tightened, he wasn’t about to let me go in a hurry. Before I could protest, the screen door slammed, and we all heard claws tapping on the tiled floor.
A few seconds later, the bedroom door flew open.
“Mama says food!” Ferg shouted as he scrambled onto the bed. A massive hairy face appeared behind Declan and I almost screamed. Petal sniffed Declan’s shoulder and rumbled ominously, depositing some drool on his arm.
“That fucking dog,” he gritted out, snatching his arm back.
“Fucking dog!” Ferg yelled as he bounced on the bed. Ronan yelped.
“Adios balls,” he groaned.
“Tell Mama we’re coming,” I said to Ferg. He bounced twice more and hopped off the bed, scampering away while chanting ‘fucking dog’ on repeat. Thea was going to love us.
Petal threw one last baleful glare at Declan before she followed Ferg.
“Sadly, I won’t be coming ever again,” Ronan whimpered. “The kid has one helluva left foot.”
“Should have got your ass out of bed already, dickhead.” Conal punched his twin in the shoulder and pulled me off the bed. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s take a shower.” He threw a taunting look at Ronan. “You snooze you lose!”
I sighed.
Would they ever stop fighting over me?
Probably not.