Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
Beach House Weekend
Aria
The beach house was stunning—all glass and modern lines, perched right on the edge of the Atlantic. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see dark clouds gathering on the horizon, the ocean churning restlessly beneath them. A storm was coming.
Perfect.
"What do you think?" Noah asked, coming up behind me and sliding his arms around my waist.
"It's beautiful," I said, but my voice came out breathier than I intended. The two-hour drive had been torture. Gabriel's hand on my thigh, inching higher. Ronan's eyes on me in the rearview mirror. Liam's whispered promises of what they'd do to me once we arrived.
"You've been teasing us all day," Noah murmured against my neck, his lips soft despite the edge in his voice. "That little sundress. No bra. Did you think we wouldn't notice?”
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said innocently, but I couldn't suppress my smile.
His hand slid down to grip my hip, hard enough to make me gasp but gentle enough that I could feel the care behind it. "Liar." He kissed my neck. "My beautiful liar.”
The front door opened and the others filed in with bags. Gabriel's eyes found mine immediately, dark and hungry, but there was something else there too—a question. Making sure I was ready for what was coming.
I nodded slightly, and his expression shifted into pure heat.
"Bedrooms are upstairs," he said, his voice rough. "But I don't think we're going to make it that far."
"No," Ethan agreed, dropping his bag and stalking toward me with that playful grin that made my stomach flip. "We're not. If that's okay with you, baby."
My heart started racing. There was something different in the air tonight—something rawer, more primal. Maybe it was the isolation, the empty beach stretching for miles in either direction. Maybe it was the storm building outside. Or maybe we'd all just been holding back too long.
"More than okay," I breathed.
“Colour?" Gabriel asked, and I loved him for it—for checking even when my answer was obvious.
"Green. So fucking green.”
"Strip," he commanded, but his hand came up to cup my face first, his thumb brushing my cheek. "Show us what's ours."
I hesitated for just a second—not because I didn't want to, but because I loved the flash of dominance in his eyes when I made him wait. The way it mixed with affection, with love.
"Now, Aria." His voice was steel wrapped in velvet.
My hands went to the hem of my dress. I pulled it over my head slowly, revealing that I'd worn nothing underneath except a tiny scrap of lace that barely qualified as panties.
"Fuck," Julian breathed. "You're so beautiful it hurts to look at you."
"Those too," Gabriel said, nodding at my panties, but his eyes were soft even as his voice stayed firm.
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down, stepping out of them and standing completely naked in the middle of the living room. Six pairs of eyes devoured me, but I didn't feel exposed—I felt worshipped.
"On your knees," Ronan said, and when I looked at him, I saw the vulnerability beneath the command. The need. "Please, baby."
I sank down onto the hardwood floor, my pulse thundering. This was different from New Year's. This was them unleashed, but it was also them completely present, completely focused on me.
Ronan approached first, already unbuckling his belt. His hand came to my face, tilting my chin up.
"You're so fucking perfect. Open your mouth for me."
I obeyed, and he slid his cock between my lips, pushing deep until I gagged. He stilled immediately.
“Colour?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.
I pulled back enough to gasp, "Green. Don't stop."
His hand fisted in my hair, holding me there, but gently—giving me control even as he took it. "Breathe through your nose. You can take it. I know you can, baby."
Tears pricked my eyes, but I relaxed my throat, letting him push deeper. When he finally pulled back, I gasped for air, and he immediately brushed the tears from my cheeks.
"So good for me," he murmured. "So fucking good."
Then he thrust back in, setting a brutal pace, but his free hand stayed gentle on my face, grounding me, reminding me this was about connection, not just release.
I felt hands on my body—someone spreading my legs from behind, fingers sliding through my wetness.
"Jesus Christ, she's soaked," Liam said, and I could hear the awe in his voice. "She loves this. Don't you, baby?”
I moaned around Ronan's cock, and he groaned in response. Two fingers pushed inside me, and Liam's other hand came to rest on my lower back, a steady pressure that said I've got you.
"You're going to take all of us tonight," Gabriel said, his voice coming from somewhere behind me.
"However we want you. But the second it's too much, you say red. Understand?"
I couldn't answer with my mouth full, but I nodded as much as I could.
"I want to hear you say it," Gabriel demanded. Ronan pulled out, letting me speak, his hand immediately going to stroke my hair.
"Yes," I gasped. "However you want me. I'm yours. And I'll say red if I need to."
"Good girl," Noah said, and the praise made me shiver. "Our good girl."
"Damn right you are," Ethan said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
They moved me to the couch—or rather, they manhandled me there, lifting and positioning me like I weighed nothing, but every touch was deliberate, careful. I ended up on my hands and knees, and then Julian was sliding underneath me, his hands gentle on my hips as he pulled me down onto his cock.
"Fuck," I whimpered as he filled me.
"I love you," he said, looking up at me with those warm eyes.
"I love you so much." Then he gripped my hips harder and started to thrust up into me. "And I'm going to fuck you like I love you."
I felt hands spreading my ass cheeks, and then the cool slickness of lube. My breath caught.
"Relax," Noah said from behind me, one hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. "You've done this before. We'll take care of you."
"Not like this," I managed.
"No," he agreed, and I could hear the dark satisfaction in his voice mixed with tenderness. "Not like this. Colour?"
"Green," I breathed.
He pushed into my ass slowly but steadily, not stopping until he was fully seated. The fullness was overwhelming, almost too much, but then they started moving and my brain short-circuited.
"Holy fuck," I gasped.
"You okay?" Noah asked immediately, stilling.
"Yes. God, yes. Don't stop.”
"You can take more," Gabriel said, and suddenly he was in front of me, his cock at my lips. His hand cupped my face.
"Look at me, baby. Open.”
I met his eyes as I opened my mouth, and he pushed in slowly, watching my face the whole time.
"So beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful like this.”
Then I was completely filled, completely claimed, completely theirs. They found a rhythm, and all I could do was hold on and take it, but I'd never felt more loved, more cherished, more seen.
"Look at her," Liam said, and his voice was full of wonder.
"Taking three cocks like she was made for it.”
"She was," Ronan said. "She was made for us. Our perfect girl."
The pleasure built impossibly fast, my body overwhelmed by sensation. When I came, it was violent and sudden, my whole body convulsing around them.
"That's one," Gabriel said, pulling out of my mouth and immediately kissing me deeply.
"We're going to make you come until you can't remember your own name. But we're going to take care of you the whole time. I promise.”
They switched positions, passing me between them, but every transition came with check-ins, with gentle touches, with whispered endearments mixed in with the crude commands.
Ethan took me next, bending me over the arm of the couch. His hand rubbed my ass gently before the first spank landed.
“Colour?" he asked.
"Green. Please."
He spanked me hard, and the sting was perfect. "Count for me, baby."
"One," I gasped.
Another slap, then his hand soothing the mark. "Two."
By the time he reached ten, I was sobbing with need, and when he finally fucked me, it was rough and fast and exactly what I needed. But his hand stayed gentle in my hair, and he kept whispering, "I've got you. I've got you, baby.”
Liam was gentler but no less intense, laying me back on the couch and hooking my legs over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half as he drove into me. The angle was devastating, hitting something deep inside that made me scream.
"There it is," he said with satisfaction, but then he slowed down, his hand coming to cup my face.
"You're so perfect. So fucking perfect for us." Then he kissed me deeply before picking up the pace again.
"Right there, baby. I'm going to make you come on my cock.”
He pounded that spot relentlessly until I came again, my vision whiting out, and through it all he kept his eyes locked on mine, kept whispering how much he loved me.
Outside, the storm had arrived. Rain lashed against the windows, and thunder rolled across the sky. It matched the tempest inside, the primal claiming happening in this beautiful house.
They took me on every surface—the couch, the floor, against the windows where anyone could have seen if there had been anyone around to see.
They marked me with their hands and mouths, leaving bruises on my hips, my thighs, my throat. Evidence of their possession. But after every mark, someone kissed it, soothed it, whispered how beautiful I was.
At some point, we made it upstairs to the master bedroom. The bed was enormous, and they used every inch of it.
Ronan tied my wrists to the headboard with his belt, but he kissed each wrist first, his eyes searching mine.
"This okay?"
"Yes. Please."
Then he ate me out until I was begging, my hips bucking against his face. When he finally fucked me, it was slow and deep, his eyes locked on mine.
"You're ours," he said, and his voice cracked slightly. "Say it."
"I'm yours," I gasped. "All of yours. I love you. I love all of you."
"Forever," he demanded, but it was a plea.
"Forever," I promised.
He kissed me then, deep and desperate, and I could taste my own arousal on his lips mixed with something that tasted like devotion.
Gabriel took me from behind while I sucked Noah's cock, both of them using me hard. But Gabriel's hand stayed gentle on my hip, and Noah kept brushing my hair back from my face, kept telling me how good I was, how much he loved me.
When they came, it was almost simultaneous, filling me at both ends, and the feeling of being claimed so completely made me come again, shaking apart between them.
I lost track of time, lost track of how many times I came, lost track of everything except the feeling of being thoroughly, completely claimed by the men I loved.
But through it all, they never stopped checking on me, never stopped mixing the rough with the tender, never let me forget that this was about love as much as it was about lust.
Finally, when we were all spent and exhausted, they untied my wrists carefully. Ronan massaged them gently while Julian went to get water and a warm washcloth.
"How do you feel?" Noah asked softly, brushing hair back from my face.
"Really. We were pretty rough."
"Perfect," I murmured.
"Sore, but perfect."
"Let us see," Gabriel said, and they examined every mark they'd left, every bruise forming on my skin. Liam got lotion and they took turns rubbing it into the sore spots, their touches reverent now.
"You're incredible," Ethan said, kissing a bruise on my hip.
"You know that?”
Julian returned with water, and they made me drink the whole glass before he gently cleaned me up with the warm cloth, his touch so tender it made my eyes sting.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"For what?" Ronan asked.
"For this. For making me feel so loved even when you're being rough. For checking on me. For taking care of me."
"Always," Noah said, pulling me against his chest. "We'll always take care of you."
The others arranged themselves around us, a tangle of limbs and satisfied sighs. My body ached in the best way—sore and used and satisfied and cherished.
"The storm's passing," Liam observed, looking out the window.
"Ours is just getting started," Gabriel said with a wicked grin, but his hand was gentle as it stroked my arm.
"We have two more days here."
I groaned, but I was smiling.
"You're going to kill me."
"Never," Ronan said seriously.
"We're going to love you. There's a difference.”
"What a way to go though," I teased, and everyone laughed.
As I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the men who owned every piece of me but treated each piece like it was precious, I felt completely at peace.
This was what I'd been missing my whole life—this intensity, this passion, this absolute certainty that I was exactly where I belonged.
The roughness and the tenderness weren't separate things—they were two sides of the same coin, two ways of showing love.
Tomorrow, they'd probably wreck me all over again.
And then they'd put me back together with gentle hands and whispered promises.
I couldn't wait.