Chapter 44
There’s a knock on the door and we all freeze.
It’s well past midnight, so who the fuck is this?
“Hide in the bathroom,” Theo hisses.
Suddenly, Maximus grins. “No need. Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a Kormovian…” He leaps up and pulls the door wide.
Alexis stands on the other side, and, shocker, there’s a big frown on his face. “What are you both doing here,” he hisses, hurrying into the room.
And then he pauses, looking like he can’t believe his eyes.
But his eyes aren’t lying.
Our Tee-Tee is splayed across the mattress, dressed in white lace lingerie that cost a fortune.
And a white bridal veil on her head.
“What?” he croaks.
I get up and grab him a beer. He looks like he needs it. “Ordered some stuff for Tee to try on. She needs an outfit for the fire and ice party.”
“And she’s wearing that?” The expression on his face is too close to disgust for my liking. When I see how crushed his words make Theo, I want to smack them right out of her mouth.
“She looks like a goddess, you fucking prick.” I swirl around and point at my baby. “A fucking goddess.”
Thankfully, Feniks pulls himself together. “Yah, yah,” he agrees, sounding more Kormovian than usual. “But I don’t want anyone to see her like that…only us.”
That’s fair.
“I’ll be wearing a dress, you idiot,” Theo sighs, sadly getting off the bed where she’d been laid out like a beautiful pussy-buffet. “Dono bought this stupid veil and I was trying it on as a joke.”
“Not a joke, Tee. I’m going to marry you.”
“What? How come you get to marry her?” Max whines like a big baby.
“Because.”
“Because? That’s not a reason.”
Grinning, I move closer to Theo then run my tongue up her face.
“Eww, Donovan."
“You’re mine now,” I tell her. “Rules of licking.”
“I’m not a slice of cake.”
“No, babe, you are far more sweet and delicious.” I turn back to Feniks. “So stop being a dick.”
He blinks several times, then shakes his head as he sinks into an armchair.
Theo takes off her veil and slips into a robe. “What’s wrong?” she asks him. “Something’s happened.”
That immediately changes the game. “What happened? Is Tee in danger?” I say, while pulling a T-shirt over my head. Max does the same.
“The dean saw me in my gryphon form.”
Shit. On. A. Stick. What does that mean? “Do we have to…” I make a finger-slicing-neck motion.
Theo throws a cushion at me. “Let him speak. Go on.”
“It was strange. My gryphon led me to her, he obviously knew she had important information for us.”
“What kind of information,” Max asks, taking the words out of my mouth. Alexis doesn’t answer straight away but gestures to Tee. “Come sit with me, pulu.”
She immediately skips over and snuggles into his lap. “Now tell us,” she commands.
The professor looks like a man who doesn’t want to say the words, like a vet telling a kid their hamster isn’t actually asleep.
RIP Hammer-time. I still miss you.
“Larissa, the Dean, she told me about your parentage, pulu.”
“My birth parents?” she says, voice quivering.
“Yes,” Alexis says, stroking her hair. “This is going to be a lot for you to take in, but your mother was a teenaged girl who worked for the Crankshawe family.”
“What? I don’t understand. My mother was here? In Havengard? How did I end up in England?” Her eyes grow even wider. “Is she still alive? Who is she? Can I meet her?”
“Breathe, pulu. There’s more. This will be difficult.”
Oh Gods, I do not like the sound of that.
I move closer, dropping to the floor then taking Theo’s foot in my hand. I start to massage her sole, wishing I could massage her actual soul.
Feniks takes a deep breath. “Thomas Crankshawe is your father.”
What the fuck?
“He... he assaulted your birth mother.”
Theo turns white. “You mean he raped her?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, pulu. She became pregnant. Larissa helped the girl escape to the UK. After you were born, the dean approached her old school friend, Annabelle Wilson, to see if she’d adopt you. Give you a happy life.”
Max lets out a low whistle.
I just stare.
I can’t imagine how Theo is feeling. I know what it’s like to have evil asshole parents, but to be born out of rape?
Her poor mom.
My poor Tee-Tee. Gods. How do I help? How do you comfort someone who has just had that bombshell dropped on them?
After a beat, her expression changes, fire filling her eyes. “I am not a Crankshawe,” she says, like a boss, though her voice still trembles. “I’m not. I refuse to acknowledge Thomas Crankshawe's DNA.” But the defiance quickly wears away. “And my mum?”
I squeeze Tee-Tee’s foot harder. Please let this be someone good.
“She was sixteen years old,” Feniks says.
Sixteen? So young.
“She was originally from the north, but moved south for the internship— it was her only path into an academy. Theo…”
“Tell me.”
“Her name was, is, Opal.”
Theo blinks several times.
Opal? Didn’t we just meet an Opal?
“That’s not a common name,” she murmurs.
“It isn’t. Her last name was Mowbray. Opal Mowbray.”
“What if…do you think…?” Theo repeats the name in a soft whisper. “Opal Mowbray. Max, can you pass my phone?”
He hands it to her, and Theo’s fingers fly across the screen.
“What are you doing, Tee?”
“Asking Willow the maiden name of her aunt.”
There is silence in the room while we wait for Willow’s reply.
Her phone beeps.
She looks down.
Blinks.
Looks up again.
“Mowbray.”
Holy cow. “You’re Willow’s cousin?”
A huge smile breaks out on her face. “I’m Willow’s cousin!”
The smile falters.
“And Francois de Vaux’s sister.”
Max and I instantly get even closer to her.
“No,” I tell her.
“No?”
“No. You are Theo Wilson. You are not a sister or daughter to either of those losers.”
She stares at me, then nods. “You’re right. I have family but it’s not them. It’s you all, and Duncan…and Willow.”
“You’d better remember that, Tee-Tee, because if any Crankshawe tries to claim you, I’ll put an arrow through their heart.”
Fire flashes in her eyes for a moment, but then she crumbles, grief and pain all over her beautiful face. “But poor Opal. My poor mother.”
Feniks tucks her more firmly into his body. “You’re hurting, pulu. How can I help?”
“You can’t,” she mumbles. “No one can go back in time and save her.”
I resist punching a wall.
Max kneels at her feet. “None of this is your fault, Sparkles. Your mom got a shit deal, but she’s good now, you’ve seen it for yourself.”
I settle myself and try to do the acceptance thing Max is doing. “He’s right, sweet Tee. Knowing you’ve got a badass birth-mom has to be kinda great, right? Does it feel good?”
“I don’t know,” she sniffs. “I’ve got no idea what I feel.”
Of course she doesn’t. What a stupid thing to say.
I wish Wes were here, he’d know the right words. “What can I do, Tee? I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”
Theo’s little hand comes down and cups my cheek. “You always make me feel better, Dono.”
She trails her fingers over my lips, and just that gentle touch makes my cock twitch. I don’t want to presume this means sexy time though. This is all about her.
But when she places one of those fingers inside my mouth, I can’t help but instinctively suck on it. The fucking delicious scent of her arousal suddenly floods the room.
“Do you want us to distract you, baby? Make you oblivious to everything apart from pleasure?”
“Please,” she whispers.
I suck in a breath. Gods, yes. I want to make her feel better with my mouth, my fingers, my cock.
Beside me, Max slides his hands onto her bare thighs. “Princess?”
“Yes, Max, yes.”
I look at Feniks, not for permission or approval, but just to check his head is in the game. The professor's eyes are glazed with lust.
Game on.
“Part her legs,” I tell Max.
“With pleasure.”
He opens her up so the two of us can gaze at the damp, white gauzy panties that barely shield us from a slice of heaven.
Max licks his lips. Alexis is working his hands inside her robe, cupping her perfect breasts.
She moans as he tweaks one succulent nipple.
I picture her big silver eyes blowing wide as I push myself into her hot pussy.
I need that so bad, but first things first.
Elbowing Max aside, I snake my tongue up the inside of her thigh. The sweet scent of her makes my toes curl. I don’t keep her waiting. My mouth descends on the dainty fabric, turning it translucent with one delicious lap.
But I want nothing between me and glory.
“Take them off,” I tell Max. He grins, and slowly pulls down the panties, but her sparkly white stockings stay on. “Fucking perfect.”
Theo makes a gasping noise as Max moves upwards, taking a pebbled nipple into her mouth. Nice.
Her pussy is like hot lava that tastes of candy. I could eat it all day. If I was on death row, definitely my last meal, but suddenly I find myself rudely pushed to one side. “What the?”
“Get her on the bed,” Professor Bossy grunts. “Spread her wide.”
Ooh!
“Wait, wait, wait,” I say. Eager as a boy scout, I strip off my clothes, then I throw myself into the center of the mattress, my cock towering high and happy. “Sink her down onto me, reverse-cowgirl style.”
Feniks looks puzzled, I let out a frustrated sigh. That douche has no imagination. “Sit her on my cock, facing away from me.” I look at Theo, who, I think, is drooling a little. “Then lean back, baby. So you’re lying on my chest.”
Happily, people can follow orders, and within a minute the sweetest feeling in existence is all mine. A feral moan escapes Tee as she takes my dick into her sweet, sweet pussy.
But this isn’t just about me.
Our baby is sad, so she needs all of us.
“So who do you want to join us, Tee-Tee? I’m pretty sure you can squeeze another cock in there, do you want us to make you super full?”
“Dono,” she croaks. “Please, yes.
I’m not so far gone in pussy bliss to not be entertained when Max wrestles his cousin out of the way. “It’s fucking my turn,” he growls.
“Maximus,” Theo purrs. He waves his stupidly massive cock around and her hooded eyes grow wide. “How can we…it’s not possible.”
“Oh, it’s possible, baby, but only because you are our queen. Maximus is going to get you so stretched and ready.”
He proceeds to eat her like the wild animal he is. I can feel his tongue against my shaft and honestly, I’m not mad at it.
Then he gently enters a finger inside her, rubbing at my cock at the same time. Oh la la.
“She’s so wet, Dono…so fucking wet. You want to try fitting me in there too, Princess?”
“Yes, yes,” she pants, “but slow.”
“You’re one hundred percent in charge,” Alexis murmurs, kissing her lips tenderly. I can feel her melt.
Then Max kneels between our legs, lines himself up and then…
Oh.
Like holy fuck shit.
Theo makes a peeping noise like a little bird.
“Too much, pulu?”
“No, no. Maybe…fuck.”
Everyone pauses as she adjusts. “OK,” Theo whispers after a moment. “Go again.”
I feel Max slowly enter further, his cock hard against mine.
“Such a good girl,” Feniks croons. “Look how well you take them. So beautiful.”
Max isn’t all the way in yet. He pauses. “More?”
“More.” Her voice is a low rasp. Maximus gently works himself inside Tee until every minuscule piece of her pussy is crammed with dick. It’s fucking Heaven on Earth. Or Earth in Heaven, whichever is the best.
“Max, I am not going to last…” I tell him.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Me neither.”
Together we find a slow, gentle rhythm. I can feel Theo’s walls swell and pulse. Whoa. Shit.
Heaven in Heaven.
Feniks is still praising her in between playing with her titties. If only there were a mirror on this ceiling. I want to see it all.
All.
Fuck.
I’m going to…
My pace increases, Theo’s moan grows louder. An electric hum of Lumina travels down my shaft, into my spine, then races up to my brain. “Teeee…”
Her pussy convulses, strangling my cock in the best way. “Now!” she screams. “Please…”
No words.
She comes, I come, Max comes.
I think Alexis comes all over her tits at the same time, but I’m not paying attention. All I know is I’m traveling through space, whizzing past stars, over the end of the fucking rainbow.
Ho.
Lee.
Shit.
At some point we all come back to earth. Max is singing something softly. What is that song?
Oh, Rhianna’s Diamonds in the Sky.
Perfect.
After several more delicious sticky, sweaty minutes, I reluctantly allow Theo to roll off me. Cum floods out of her, and it’s hard to resist the urge to scoop it up with my fingers and press it back inside her pussy.
The struggle is real. I want all our cum up there, like she’s a heart-shaped chocolate full of gooey, white filling.
Cum-mallow.
I sniff her hair as she snuggles into the crook of my arm and decide to find Tee some chocolate scented shampoo.
Feniks spoons her back, and Max is a champ, getting up and fixing her a glass of iced water and a warm wash cloth.
“I love you guys so much,” she murmurs, virtually asleep already.
“Love you, Tee. Forever and ever, amen.”
Our-men.
Or rather, her-men.