Chapter 22
Alette
Oberon carries me through the doorway, his arms strong beneath me.
The fabric of my wedding dress brushes against his chest, the soft rustling of lace the only sound besides my breath catching in my throat.
I can feel the heat of his flame-tinged aura even through the layers of fabric.
His blue eyes meet mine, blazing with primal possession, and I shiver in anticipation.
The room is warm and softly lit, the golden glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the stone walls.
The bed is enormous, draped in luxurious linens, and surrounded by the men who have become my world.
Ashton leans casually against one of the bedposts, his cocky grin softened by the intensity in his eyes.
Sylvian stands nearby, his green gaze tender and unassuming, while Cassius’s pale blue eyes are sharp with focus, as though he’s committing every detail of this moment to memory.
“Our queen,” Oberon says softly as he lays me down on the bed, the reverence in his voice making my heart skip a beat. The others move closer, their attention entirely on me, and I’m overwhelmed by the weight of their devotion.
Oberon steps back just enough to begin unbuttoning his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate.
The air in the room grows charged, the anticipation thick enough to taste.
Ashton reaches for the straps of my dress, his fingers deft and sure as he pulls them down over my shoulders.
The fabric slips away, pooling around me like liquid moonlight.
“You’re breathtaking,” Sylvian murmurs, his voice soft but full of awe. His hands are gentle as they glide over my arms, his touch grounding me even as my pulse races.
Cassius leans in, his lips brushing against my neck in a feather-light kiss. “Our queen,” he whispers, the words a promise as much as an endearment. “And we’re your kings.”
The intensity of their focus is almost too much.
“You’re all staring.”
“Isn’t that the point of the white dress, darling?” Ashton, his hair disheveled from dancing, slides a hand behind my neck and tilts my chin up. His knuckles smell faintly of champagne.
The others murmur agreement, wordless but fierce. Oberon pushes his face into my hair and inhales, then presses his palm hard into my hip, pinning me in place. “It’s the only thing I’ve thought about since the ceremony.”
He means undressing me, not the wedding itself.
I could say something clever, but my lips are already parted, my throat dry.
Ashton traces a fingertip down my collarbone, slowly, until the anticipation makes my skin prickle.
I feel watched from every angle. Cassius and Sylvian flank me, each one with a hand on my arms, as if holding me up for inspection, or offering me up like prey on an altar.
“Perhaps,” Cassius murmurs, voice velvet, “we should begin by seeing what’s underneath.
” He’s unfastening the pearl buttons at my wrist, methodical and patient, while Sylvian is less restrained.
He finds the zipper in the small of my back and tugs it down in a single, predatory sweep. My skin shudders under the cool air.
The dress crumples to the floor around my ankles.
I’m left in white silk, my bra, a slip, panties and nothing else, bare to their hungry gazes.
All four are overdressed by comparison, shirts starched, pants tight across their thighs, jackets straining from muscle.
I feel obscene and exposed, which is oddly hot.
Ashton grins, teeth flashing, and pops the clasp of my bra with one hand. “It’s not fair you get to wear less, minx.”
“I could fix that,” I say, and reach for his belt. I manage to get it unbuckled before Oberon grabs my hands and holds them behind my back, twisting me so my breasts are mashed against Ashton’s chest. Oberon presses his mouth to my shoulder blade, biting hard enough to leave a mark.
He whispers, “Mine first.” His voice vibrates through my bones.
“You’ll have to share,” Sylvian says, and peels the bra from my arms. He palms my breast, gentle but deliberate, kneading until I moan. Cassius pushes off my slip and runs his fingers up my thigh, nails grazing the sensitive skin just above my knee.
This is how they prefer it now, I’ve realized that after countless sexual encounters. They like when all four of them are around me, orchestrating my attention, passing me between them. It’s overwhelming. Overwhelming and so hot that it’s hard to think about anything else.
Oberon’s hands are everywhere, rough and urgent, and I’m lifted boldly off the floor.
He hoists me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
The world swings dizzyingly, and I shriek, but anticipation hums through me.
My ass is in the air, panties riding up, giving them a show I know they’re enjoying.
I see Sylvian’s surprised, boyish grin from upside down.
“Careful, she’ll get used to being manhandled,” Sylvian says.
“She loves it,” Oberon replies, slapping my thigh. “Don’t you?”
I’m upside down, but I manage a “yes” that’s more a pant than a word. Ashton and Cassius strip off their shirts, tossing them carelessly by the bed. Oberon deposits me on the mattress, face down, and tugs my panties off with his teeth.
I scramble upright, hair in my face, just in time to see all four of them stalking closer, shedding their clothes one by one.
Ashton’s cocky smirk is undone by the flush rising on his neck.
Sylvian’s hands tremble a little as he pulls his shirt off.
Cassius is already hard, the outline of his erection obvious against his navy boxers.
Oberon is the first to get naked, his cock heavy and straining.
They surround me on the bed. Oberon and Ashton at my shoulders, Cassius and Sylvian at my legs. I’m caged in, splayed out, the center of their attention.
Ashton climbs on the bed, catching my chin in his hand. “You looked beautiful tonight. But you look even better like this.”
“Really? Naked and desperate?” I fire back, grinning.
“That’s exactly how I like you,” Ashton whispers, and kisses me hard.
His tongue forces my mouth open, filling me with his taste.
Oberon grabs the back of my head, holding me still, and kisses the side of my throat, just below my ear.
He bites there, and the sting of his teeth sends sparks down my spine.
Sylvian pushes my thighs apart and nuzzles the crease between my leg and pelvis, breathing hot on my pussy. “She’s already soaked,” he says, and I can hear the pride in his voice.
“Prove it,” Cassius says, crouching at my side.
Sylvian slides two thick fingers into me, slow at first, then curling and twisting.
My hips buck helplessly. He licks up the seam, tongue flat and greedy, and I’m already shaking.
Oberon holds my upper body steady while Ashton devours my mouth.
Cassius is more reserved. His hands skimming my ribs, tracing the lines of my body, mapping out every inch of me.
Oberon pushes Ashton aside and takes my face in both hands. “I want to watch her come apart.”
Ashton snorts. “You always do.”
“Tonight it’s our right,” Oberon insists. His blue eyes almost black with lust.
There’s enough of me for all of you,” I gasp.
“Let’s test that theory,” Cassius murmurs.
He leans in and takes my nipple between his lips, sucking softly at first, then harder until I yelp.
The sharpness is startling, but it only makes me wetter.
Makes me hotter. Makes me burn for these men even more.
Somehow, in just a short amount of time, they’ve learned exactly how to touch. Exactly how to own me.
Sylvian’s tongue works in slow, deliberate circles, that make every nerve in my body pulse. Jumping inside of me. Building to something powerful. He hums with satisfaction, the vibration almost unbearable as I gasp and arch my body.
Oberon palms the back of my head and pulls my mouth to his, and his touch makes my blood pound in my ears. He tastes like champagne and smoke, his kiss rough and all consuming. Ashton kneels beside us, stroking himself and watching my face with open hunger. His large, thick cock wet with precum.
“Please…” I whisper, as Sylvian sucks on my clit.
“Please what?” Oberon’s voice is a growl.
“I want—I need—” I can’t even finish. I shouldn’t even have to finish. They know exactly what I want.
Sylvian lifts his head, lips slick and shining. “She’s ready for you, Ashton. Fuck. Her body is begging for your cock.”
Ashton needs no further prompting. He rolls me on top of him and positions himself between my thighs. “You want to ride, or should I fuck you until you don’t know your own name?”
I’m so dizzy with want I can’t even think straight. “Anything. Everything.”
He lines himself up and pushes the tip of his cock in, slow but relentless. The stretch is almost too much, but I clench his shoulders tightly, forcing myself to take all of him. Every filthy bit.
I gasp as he slides inch by inch deeper. He’s gentle at first, letting me adjust, but the look on his face is pure wickedness.
“Good girl. Take all of him,” Sylvian says, stroking my hair back.
I’m clutching Ashton’s shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. Ashton thrusts deeper, and my vision go white. Holy, hell. How is he this big? He pulls my head down and kisses me fiercely while continuing to plunge in and out of me like a man desperate for more.
Cassius and Sylvian don’t wait long. Sylvian kneels beside my head, guiding my hand to his cock. It’s thick and heavy in my grip, pulsing with need. I stroke him in time with Ashton’s thrusts, feeling him swell under my fingers.
Cassius positions himself at my other side, his cock bobbing close to my lips. “Open,” he commands, and I do. He slips just the head between my lips, letting me taste him, and then pushes a little deeper. Then, even deeper, my lips wide around him as he continues easing inside.