Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
LIANA
The next morning, I’m moaning into my pillow, mouth open, with August’s thick cock buried deep inside my pussy.
I’m lying on my side facing August. He is growling against my hair, low feral sounds that vibrate through his chest and into mine, and each thrust grinds us together until I am making soft helpless noises that I cannot control.
My right leg is hooked up over his hip, held there by his hand gripping the back of my thigh to hold me open. He pounds into me in long, heavy strokes, his hips snapping against mine while Cole thrusts into my asshole from behind.
The duvet has been kicked off to the floor sometime in the last twenty minutes.
We are tangled in nothing but sheets and each other.
Both of them had woken up with morning wood, and I had already been wet from a sexy dream involving them.
They had simply turned to me in the dim early light, looking to release their tension.
August’s hand between my thighs first, finding me slick and ready. Cole’s mouth at my nape, breathing me in. I was already moaning before either of them had even asked.
August thumbs my nipple roughly as he fucks me.
The calloused pad of his finger drags over the sensitive peak until I am arching against him, desperate for more and too overwhelmed to ask.
He growls against my ear, his breath hot and ragged.
“Your cunt is hugging me, Lia. Feel that? Feel how you’re trying to hold me inside you? “
“Yes,” I sob out. His honey scent is everywhere, thick and golden and intoxicating, and I am drowning in it.
Behind me, Cole is pounding my asshole with his cock.
He had pushed inside me there minutes ago, slow and patient, working me open with his fingers first until I was panting and begging for more.
Now he is fucking me in counter-time to August, dragging his cock against his brother’s through the thin wall between my openings.
Every thrust grinds us all together. I can feel the ridge of Cole’s cock through the membrane, pressing against August’s thickness inside my pussy, and the sensation is so intense that I am seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.
“You’re taking both of us so beautifully,” Cole murmurs against the nape of my neck. His hand slides under my hip, lifting me slightly, and the new angle makes me cry out. “Your tight little asshole needed my dick to fill it.”
“Yes,” I gasp, gripping August’s upper arm as he pounds into me. I am pinned between them, filled by them, owned by them in this moment.
“You were moaning my name in your sleep ten minutes ago,” Cole breathes against my skin. I can feel his smile, wicked and pleased, against my shoulder blade. “I heard you. Couldn’t stop myself from putting my hand on you. And now look at you. Look how you’re loving it.”
I am sobbing soft helpless sounds into the pillow, my body moving between them without my conscious direction, seeking more, seeking deeper.
The drag of both of them inside me at the same time is making my vision blur at the edges.
August’s cock fills my pussy, stretching me until I am gasping around the fullness.
Cole’s cock stretches my tight asshole until I am gasping around that too.
August’s thumb finds my clit between our bodies. He circles it in slow, tight circles, pressing just hard enough to make my thighs shake. I am trembling everywhere, my muscles gone liquid and tight at once, my breath coming in high broken sounds that I cannot control.
“You’re going to come for us right now,” August growls against my ear.
His voice is dark, commanding, the same voice that reads poetry and whispers filth with equal conviction.
“I can feel you tightening already. You had better come hard, Lia. Ezra and Julian are downstairs, and I want them to hear what you sound like when two of your alphas are inside you at once.”
The thought of them hearing me getting fucked pushes me over the edge.
I orgasm with a long, high cry that fills the room, that tears out of my throat without my permission, my body clenching tight around both of their cocks at once.
My pussy spasms around August. My asshole grips Cole.
My thighs tremble violently, my fingers clawing at August’s muscular arm, and I am coming so hard that I cannot do anything but feel it.
August roars against my shoulder. His knot catches deep inside my cunt, swelling fast, locking him inside me.
At the same instant, I feel Cole’s knot catch deep inside my ass, stretching me wider, locking him there too.
Both alphas come in long, heavy pulses, filling me with heat, their cocks pulsing against each other through my walls.
We collapse together into the tangled sheets.
August’s weight is half on me, half braced on his elbow, his face buried in my neck.
He kisses my face all over, soft, reverent presses of his lips that contrast sharply with the way he had just taken me.
Cole has his face pressed against the back of my neck, breathing me in, his mouth moving slowly against my skin in long kisses.
Both of them are still buried deep inside me, locked there by their knots, their breathing hard and ragged against my body. I can feel their heartbeats.
We stay like that for the next hour.
I drift in and out of a warm, hazy doze, sandwiched between them, my body so thoroughly used that I cannot summon the energy to move. The morning light grows brighter through the windows, gold and clean, and I let myself simply be held.
Very faintly, through the closed bedroom door, I can hear Ezra and Julian moving around in the kitchen downstairs.
Julian is laughing at something, that warm, easy sound that always makes my stomach flip.
Ezra is on a phone call in his low, controlled voice, saying something about market projections that I cannot quite make out.
The smell of bacon and coffee is starting to drift up the stairwell of the penthouse, and my stomach growls.
Eventually their knots slowly ease down.
Cole pulls out of my ass first, very slowly, his hand spread wide on my hip, his lips pressing soft kisses to my shoulder as he withdraws.
The loss of him makes me whimper despite how sensitive I am, how thoroughly used.
He hums against my skin, a low sound of comfort, and stays close, his chest warm against my back. “You did so good, baby.”
August pulls out of my pussy a few minutes later.
Both of them lie on either side of me on the bed, their bodies still curled toward mine.
August runs his hand slowly up and down my arm, tracing patterns on my skin that make me shiver.
Cole has his face pressed against my hair and is breathing me in, his black tea scent mingling with August’s honey until I am dizzy with it.
“I want to live in this bed for the rest of my life.”
Cole laughs softly against my hair, the vibration tickling my scalp.
“You can,” he rumbles. “We will bring you everything you need. Food. Water. Books. We will never let you leave.”
“At least stay naked if you do that,” August says, grinning with a dark, lustful look in his eyes. “I want to be able to look at you whenever I want.”
I roll onto my back between them, wincing slightly at the ache between my hips. The ceiling overhead is high and white and clean, and my chest is so full of love.
“I love you both, but I have a shop to open,” I say, and both alphas groan in unison.
August buries his face in my neck, his arms tightening around my waist. “You do not have to work another day in your life,” he mumbles against my skin. “We can take care of you. All four of us. You will never need to lift a finger.”
Cole rumbles against my ear, his hand sliding down to rest on my stomach. “The four of us can provide for you for the rest of your life. You could do whatever you wanted. Paint. Read. Garden. Sleep in our bed until noon every day.”
I laugh softly, the sound warm in my throat. “It is not just a shop. It is the only thing I ever built for myself in the whole world. It is mine. It brings me happiness.”
Both of them go quiet for a beat. I can feel them processing this, feel the shift in the air as they understand. Then August kisses my cheek, soft and reverent. “Of course you should take care of your shop,” he says. “We will help however you want.”
I roll out from between them.
My legs are not entirely steady when I stand, and I grip the edge of the dresser for a moment, feeling their eyes on my naked body. “I’m going to take a shower now.”
The shower is hot and perfect. I’ve been using their products since I haven’t brought mine from my apartment.
After my shower, I quickly dress in jeans and a shirt.
The new ring on my finger catches the light, and I admire it.
My grandmother’s locket around my neck, familiar weight.
I braid my wet hair down my back, my fingers working automatically, as I make my way out to the kitchen.
The four brothers are already at the island.
Cole, in jeans and a black shirt, is on the phone in clipped, low tones with someone, his jaw tight in a way that means business.
Ezra is at the island in a charcoal suit, looking at his laptop with a small crease between his eyebrows that I have learned means complication.
August is making coffee, his back to me, his sandy hair still damp from his own shower.
Julian is pulling a pan of croissants out of the oven.
Pepper is on his perch by the windows. He fluffs his feathers up at my entrance, his emerald body gleaming in the morning light, and announces at the top of his lungs, “Hello gorgeous!”
“Hello Pepper,” I say, smiling, and he bobs his head in what I have learned is satisfaction.
I kiss each of them on the cheek as I pass. The morning has the cozy hum of a real morning in a real home, and I let myself feel it. Because it’ll be my mornings forever.