Chapter 45
Forty-Five
“Drink,” he commands, holding a glass of water to my lips. It’s such a Lucien thing to do.
Once he’s satisfied I’ve had enough water, he begins to undress. There’s something incredibly erotic about his orderliness, about the controlled way he reveals himself.
When he’s naked, he joins me on the bed, immediately taking charge. “On your hands and knees,” he instructs.
I comply without hesitation, the awareness of the kind of view the other men are getting only serving to turn me on more.
“Fuuuucck.” I hear Soren groan.
Lucien positions himself behind me, his hands firm on my hips.
“You’ve been so good,” he murmurs, rewarding me with a gentle caress down my spine.
He enters me slowly, deliberately, giving me time to adjust to the fullness. Unlike with Drake and Soren, where I either directed or surrendered to experimentation, with Lucien it’s clear from that start that he leads, I follow, finding a different kind of freedom in his control.
“Perfect,” he praises as I arch my back, taking him deeper. “So perfect for me.”
He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit. “Look at me,” he commands, and I turn my head to meet his eyes. His vampire nature surfaces slightly, his eyes darkening, fangs just barely visible.
“Mine,” he growls, and the possessiveness in that single word sends a thrill through me.
“Yours,” I pant.
He increases his pace then, his control slipping just enough to show how affected he is. His fingers work faster against my clit, and I feel myself building toward another climax, impossibly soon after the last two.
“Come for me, Rose,” Lucien demands, his voice rough with desire. “Now.”
My body obeys as if it has no choice, pleasure crashing over me in waves that leave me gasping his name.
Afterward, he’s all tenderness, gathering me into his arms, checking to make sure he hasn’t hurt me, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulders and neck. It’s such a stark contrast to his dominance during sex.
“Thank you,” I murmur, nestling against him.
“The pleasure was mine,” he replies, brushing a strand of hair from my face before reluctantly withdrawing to make room for the last of my lovers.
As Ash approaches, his eyes never leave mine. There’s something wild about him, something unpredictable, that makes my heart rate pick up.
Unlike the others, he doesn’t speak, doesn’t ask permission. He simply climbs onto the bed, flips me onto my back, and pins my wrists above my head with one strong hand. His other hand travels down my body, possessive and demanding, as if he’s claiming territory.
I should be nervous. I should be intimidated. Instead, I’m wet and ready, my body responding to his dominance with eager submission.
“Look at you,” he finally says, his voice a low growl. “So eager to be taken. Such a good little slut for me.”
The words should offend me, but coming from Ash, in this context, they feel like praise. I arch up against him, wordlessly asking for more.
He chuckles darkly. “So impatient.” His fingers find me wet and ready, and he slides two inside without waiting, his thumb pressing against my clit. “Already desperate for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit, beyond shame at this point. “Please, Ash.”
“Please what?” He curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars. “Say it, Rose.”
“Fuck me,” I beg, past caring how desperate I sound. “Please just fuck me.”
He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with his cock in one swift, powerful thrust that has me crying out. Unlike Lucien’s measured pace or Soren’s playful experimentation, Ash’s rhythm is relentless, almost punishing in its intensity.
“Take it,” he growls, his face inches from mine. “Take all of it.”
He fucks me hard, his hand fisted in my hair, his teeth scraping the side of my neck.
The intensity is almost too much, but it’s exactly what I want.
What I need. The pain and pleasure blend until I can’t tell them apart.
Ash takes my mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue claiming me as thoroughly as his cock does.
“You love being fucked, don’t you?” he says, his breath hot against my ear. “You want them to watch while I fuck your beautiful cunt.”
I don’t know if I answer because I’m already too far gone. He fucks me through one orgasm, then another, never slowing, never letting go of my wrists. The world becomes only his skin against mine, the wet slap of our bodies, to the dirty words that slip from his mouth.
He comes with a groan, slamming me down onto the mattress hard. He doesn’t let go of my wrists even then. He just holds me, both of us trembling, until the world resolves back into something like reality.
Ash collapses beside me, pulling me against him with a possessiveness that I’ve come to expect from him. For all his roughness, there’s a tenderness in the way he strokes my hair, in the gentle kiss he places on my temple.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, and I nod, too exhausted for words.
The bed shifts as the others join us, arranging themselves around me. Drake on my other side, Soren at the foot of the bed, Lucien completing the circle. I’m surrounded, cocooned in warmth and affection.
What happens next is as if they’ve planned this but are also responding to me in real time. Hands and mouths are everywhere, each touch distinct, and I feel Drake’s respectful caresses, Soren’s playful nips, Lucien’s commanding hold, and Ash’s rough grip.
I’m overwhelmed by sensation, by the different ways each man connects with me, by the full spectrum of my sexuality being explored and celebrated.
Soren slides beneath me, his mouth finding my pussy as Drake readies himself behind me, his cock pressing against me. Lucien kneels by my head, his erection ready for my mouth, while Ash stands by the bed, his hand working his cock as he watches the scene with heated eyes.
I take Lucien into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft as Drake enters me from behind, his pace slow and steady. Soren’s tongue works magic on my clit, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me steady.
The sensation of being filled in both places, coupled with the taste of Lucien in my mouth and the sight of Ash pleasuring himself, is almost too much. I moan around Lucien’s cock, the vibrations making him groan in response.
Ash’s eyes meet mine, and he growls. I take Lucien deeper, my head bobbing up and down as Drake increases his pace, his hips slapping against my ass. Soren’s tongue never lets up, his skill bringing me to the brink of another orgasm.
Lucien’s hand grabs my hair, his grip tightening as he guides my mouth up and down his cock. “That’s it, Rose,” he murmurs. “Take it all. You’re doing so well.”
Drake’s thrusts become more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You feel so good, Rose,” he pants. “So tight and perfect.”
Soren’s fingers dig into my thighs, his tongue working faster, pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel the tension building, the pleasure winding tighter and tighter within me.
Ash’s hand moves faster on his cock, his eyes never leaving the scene before him.
I come hard, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me.
I scream around Lucien’s cock, the sound muffled but no less intense.
Drake groans, his hips jerking as he finds his own release, filling me with his warmth.
Lucien comes with a low groan, his cock twitching in my mouth as I swallow every last drop. Soren’s tongue slows, his touch becoming gentler as he guides me through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
I should have known Ash would never be content with just watching. He steps forward, his cock hard and ready. He replaces Drake behind me, his thrusts rough and urgent as he chases his own release. He comes with a roar, his body shaking as he fills me with his warmth.
As the waves of pleasure finally subside, I collapse onto the bed, my body limp and satisfied. The men surround me, their hands gentle and soothing as they stroke my skin, their voices murmuring words of praise and affection.
In this moment, I am theirs, and they are mine. Our connection is complete, our bond unbreakable. And as I drift off to sleep, surrounded by their love and warmth, I know that I am truly, utterly content.
“I love you,” I whisper into the quiet room, and I mean it for all of them.
For Drake, who waited a century to find someone who could see him.
For Soren, who uses pleasure to hide his loneliness.
For Lucien, who breaks rules for no one but me.
For Ash, who chose me over generations of hatred and bitterness.
As sleep begins to claim me, I realize with these four men, I don’t have to hide or run. I can be everything I am, a powerful witch, a vulnerable woman, a fierce protector, a willing submissive. I can be whole.
And in this ridiculous, over-the-top room, wrapped in the arms of four men who want me, who love me, in their different ways, I let myself believe in a happily ever after.