Chapter 19 - Sinth
I kiss her, shoving my tongue so deep in her mouth that I taste the wine she had earlier. Her hand rubs the print of my erection as she moans quietly, her body writhing against our touch.
“You have such an amazing body,” Wayne says, his fingers tuning her nipples. “You’re a perfect work of art.”
Her thighs brush against each other, and she breaks our kiss, turning to face Chris. He claims her lips while I lick the nape of her neck, my hands tracing the fullness of her curves.
“What’re you waiting for?” She breathes, her voice low and dripping with pleasure. “Undress me.”
I slide two fingers under the thin strap on her left shoulder and tug it down to reveal the soft skin above her left breast. One more pull against the fabric and the generous swell is dangling from her chest.
“Beautiful.” I bend over, taking her nipple in my mouth.
“Uhh, fuck, yes,” she purrs softly. “That feels so good.”
I twirl my tongue over her hard nipple, sucking on it with my whole mouth. By now, Chris’s hand is already up her thighs with his fingers deep inside her.
Wayne is still behind her, teasing his ass with the print of his erection.
“I think I’m going into heat,” she whispers amidst ragged breaths.
“Don’t worry,” Chris says. “We’re here to help with that.”
Chris and I work together to slowly take off her clothes until she’s standing completely naked in our midst.
Wayne wolf-whistles at the sight. “I can never get tired of this body.”
We caress her form, our possessive hands claiming every curve and contour.
Wayne drops to his knees behind her and massages her soft ass before parting her butt cheeks.
“Oh, my goodness.” Her face twists in pleasure as she slightly bends forward, one hand flying to the back of his head. “What’re you doing?”
He doesn’t answer; his tongue is probably far deep in her ass.
Chris seals her lips with a fervent, nasty kiss while I finger her slick pussy. She moans in Chris’s mouth when Wayne spanks her ass.
We take her to the bed and lay her down on her back. She spreads out her legs, and I settle between them. Chris and Wayne kneel on either side of her head, dicks dangling in her face.
Her toes curl in ecstasy, and her body writhes against sheets as I eat her out. She grabs both cocks and begins working on them at the same time. When she’s sucking on one, she’s stroking the other.
The other two fondle her breasts and whisper words in her ear while I continue eating. She bucks her hips as if seeking more, and I hold her thick thighs in place.
“You taste so good, Charlize.” I glance up at her face.
She’s choking on Chris’s dick, her head pressed against his groin. He has his hands in her hair, steady at the back of her head.
Wayne is bent over, his lips on her right breast as he sucks on it while she works his hard cock. Chris pulls out of her mouth, and she lets out a quiet gasp, her eyes flashing with insatiable need.
When I finish eating, she rises and kneels on the mattress as we take turns kissing her.
“You make me feel so sensual,” she whispers, stroking my cock and Wayne’s. Her face is a mask of pleasure—so hot. So sexy. She bites her bottom lip.
Chris spanks her ass, and she moans. She pushes him down on his back and then straddles him. He pulls her head gently, reclaiming her lips while her nipples graze his bare chest.
She breaks the kiss, grabs his dick, and slides it inside her slick pussy. “Oh, my God.”
Wayne, on his knees beside her, locks his lips to hers, his hands squeezing her full breasts. She grinds her waist slowly on Chris’s dick, her palms cupping Wayne’s face.
She tears her mouth off Wayne’s and looks at me as Chris’s hips roll into her from underneath. “I need you in the back.”
“Are you sure?” I ask her.
She lies on Chris’s chest, her ass positioned properly. “I can take it.”
I go behind her, but instead of immediate penetration, I eat her first.
“Fuck, yes…” she moans, her voice fueling my desire.
Wayne stands above Chris, his legs on either side of the mattress, his dick in front of her. She takes it in her mouth, her head bobbing in and out. His fingers fist her red hair, his thick groans mingling with the sound of her moans.
With my saliva as a makeshift lube, I start with my thumb, pushing it slowly and gently as she cries out.
“If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll stop.”
“No, no, no,” the words tumble out of her in a rush. She glances back at me. “Keep going. I can take it.”
I make sure she’s relaxed and used to my thumb before I dare to insert my cock. It takes a while to get it in, but eventually, I slide inside. I don’t move fast; I go slow, easy and steady until her body grows accustomed to having me in her ass.
“Oh, my fuckin’ god,” she lets out a strangled cry.
Chris is hitting her pussy from underneath.
I’m slamming into her ass, and Wayne is deep in her throat at the same time.
The feeling of her warmth and tightness makes my heart swell with more hunger. The scent of her arousal—her heat—fills the room.
She’s moaning, we’re groaning, our organs deep in all her holes at the same time.
Every now and then, we switch places and change positions. We don’t rough her up. Instead, worship and adore her body, possessive of every inch of her.
The moon’s ethereal glow filters into the room, bathing us in its silver light. Our moans fill the space, naked bodies writhing in ecstasy. Skin against skin. Tongues in mouths. We made love.
When we finish, we finish inside her, each one filling the hole they occupy. It’s her choice. It’s what she wants, and we oblige.
Afterward, we all lay in bed around her, our arms on her body. Possessive. Protective. She eventually falls asleep—peaceful and beautiful.
***
I don’t remember the last time I felt this settled. It’s a different feeling. A wholesome one. And I like it.
Charlize is the breath of fresh air that none of us knew we needed. Her presence in our lives has brought all of us closer and strengthened the bond we share.
I never thought I’d live to see the day Chris and Wayne would get along just fine. But our beautiful woman has managed to pull that off without even trying.
Now, I no longer have to worry about them killing each other every chance they get. Sure, they still argue every once in a while—but it’s never anything serious.
I like the progress we’re all making, and personally, I think I’m starting to fall in love with her. Okay, scratch that part. I have fallen deeply in love with this woman, and I’m over the moon.
I think about her all the time. The way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she smiles. The way she tucks her hair back when she’s thinking. The sound she makes when something surprises her into real laughter. Everything about her is just amazing.
We’ve been intimate with her twice now, and thankfully, she didn’t pull away after the second time. It was more intense, and the scene is still fresh in my mind like it happened last night.
It’s clear to me that I don’t want any other woman. She has everything I’ve ever wanted in a mate. Beauty. Brians. Charisma. Charms. A warm personality. And a body I’ll spend the rest of my days adoring, worshipping.
She’s a goddess made flesh, and I’m head over heels in love with her.
Weeks pass since the resthouse. Easy weeks, mostly. Charlize laughs more now. She seeks us out instead of waiting to be sought. Small things, but they matter more than anything the elders could demand of us.
A few moons ago she was a stranger pulled off a trader’s cart, drugged and terrified and furious at a world that had never once been kind to her.
Today, she’s the center of everything the three of us orbit around. And I don’t know how to explain that shift except to say it happened slowly, then all at once.
I find her in the garden most afternoons, sometimes reading, sometimes just sitting with her face turned toward the sun, basking in its warm glow.
I sit with her when I can. She leans into me now without hesitation, and every time it happens I feel something settle further into place.
“You’re staring again,” she tells me one such afternoon, not looking up from her book.
“I like looking at you.” My voice is smooth.
She looks up at me. “Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful.”
Her cheeks flush, and a radiant smile plays on her lips. She lowers her head, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Okay, you need to stop making me blush all the time.”
“I hear it’s good for your health,” I tease, smiling.
“Really?” Her eyebrows rise. “I didn’t know you were such an expert in health issues now, Sinth.”
We both chuckle quietly, either of us looking away.
My heart swells with affection just by holding her gaze.
***
One random morning, while the other two Kings and I are addressing some land disputes between two farmers, one of our most trusted guards walks into the throne room.
“My lords.” His voice is loud, drawing our attention. “Pardon the interruption.” He halts before the throne, a hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
The farmers step aside in silence. This is obviously more important than their little quarrel.
“Speak, Hansel,” Chris says to him.
“There’s a family of three at the palace gate. They say they’re Lady Charlize’s family.”
Something cold settles in my stomach.
“Her family?” Wayne asks. “You’re certain?”
“It’s what they claim to be, my lord,” Hansel answers. “They say they’re her father, mother, and brother.”
My fingers clench into fists as I recall the stories Charlize has told us about how they’ve treated her her whole life.
They must have heard the news that she’s our fated mate and are here to introduce themselves and claim what they clearly don’t deserve.
Chris’s jaw tightens. Wayne’s easy humor drains out of him fast.
“We don’t have to let them in,” Wayne says to Chris and me, shifting his gaze between us.
“No, we don’t,” I say. “But a part of me is curious to hear them out.” A pause. “I wanna hear their excuse for force-feeding her artificial pheromones and selling her off to some random traders.”
“I’m with Sinth on this one,” Chris says.
Wayne thinks for a moment. “You’re absolutely right. I want to look them in the eyes as they lie through their teeth.”
Chris faces Hansel. “Let them in.”
He retreats.
One of the elders pulls the previous farmers away, telling them their dispute will be attended to some other time.
Minutes later, Hansel returns with the so-called family, dressed better than I expect for people who supposedly only just learned their daughter became the Kings’ mate.
The father bows low, all practiced humility. “My lords. Such an honor.” His composure is remarkable. “I’m Charles Abernathy, and these are my wife and son. Elena and Ricky Abernathy.”
We don’t answer right away.
He continues, “We had no idea our Charlize had found herself in such esteemed company.”
The wife, Elena, stands beside him, smiling wide, though the smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “We’ve missed her terribly. The house has felt so empty without her light in it.”
Chris’s fingers are clenched, knuckles white.
Ricky, the brother, stands between his parents—saying little, watching the room with an expression I can’t quite place. He’s taller than I imagined. Not so good-looking to be the arrogant prick Charlize described him to be.
“Why are you here?” Wayne asks, his voice stern, devoid of his usual charm.
The couple exchanges glances.
“We uh…we only wanted to see for ourselves that she’s being treated well,” Charles continues, warm, almost convincing. “A father worries. Even from a distance.”
Wayne’s expression stays carefully neutral, though I catch the tension in his shoulders. Chris says nothing at all, watching the family with the same cold assessment he once turned on Charlize herself.
I watch too, but I’m watching her more than them.
They’re trying to paint a picture where they’re all kind and loving toward her. But we know better.
They’re all a bunch of selfish scumbags who are only here for what they can gain from us as her “family.”
I can’t wait to see Charlize’s reaction to their presence.