by Heather Long
Their brother had never been one to join in with them before. That Dahlia brought them all together was one thing, but she bound them up in chains of gossamer that Tarus was all too willing to bear.
Even Punishment swelling inside of him released a satisfied rumble at being wanted. They’d always been needed by the world, by humanity, and on some levels, by each other. But this, kneeling between her thighs with her legs over his shoulders as he feasted on her pleasure and she soaked his face—this wanting he surrendered to with no further hesitations.
He wanted her with every fiber of his being.
Backing off some when Dahlia’s whole body began to buck under the assault, he grinned up at her pleasure-drenched eyes as she gazed down at him.
From him, she glanced to Zhan and then finally up to Seth, who watched her with pure adoration on his normally stoic expression. An adoration Tarus understood intimately. “Yes,” she whispered. “I can definitely handle it…especially if you let me play, too.”
She wiggled her fingers for emphasis where Seth and Zhan each had one of her arms held tight to them, and then she curled her toes against Tarus’ wings, and pleasure washed through him. Fuck, he hadn’t even realized they’d snapped out while he’d feasted on her. The soft weight of her feet against his primaries sent answering pulses straight to his cock.
“Give her to me,” he said abruptly. Need and want thrumming through his blood. Zhan and Seth both snapped looks at him, but relinquished her, albeit reluctantly. After pressing another kiss to her damp pussy, he unfolded his arms from around her legs and then scooped her up. Wings tucked tightly back, he glanced at Zhan, their gazes holding.
He wasn’t taking her away. He wanted to take her somewhere they could continue this. Then he flicked a look to Seth. How did they want to do this? With him and Zhan, they could sandwich her between them, but Seth added a ripple. A welcome ripple, but they’d just have to get creative. The stroke of Dahlia’s hand through his hair tugged his attention back to the pliant Beauty in his arms.
“The bed would be much more comfortable,” he told her.
“Going to spank me?” The languid voice belied the teasing note.
“Do you want me to spank you?” Right now, all he wanted to do was sink inside of her as she took her pleasure, then savor her as his brothers did as well. He wanted everything with her.
“I want anything with you.” The soft declaration threatened to take him out at the knees, and it was a wonder he could carry her into the bedroom at all.
The changes to the room had him pausing two strides inside, far enough in that his brothers could flank him, as Tarus and Dahlia both stared at what they’d done.
In addition to the bed, there were floating drapes hung about the room, turning it into some veiled boudoir. Candles lit the surfaces around the edge of the room. Out of reach of their wings, but just as likely to get blown out if they snapped them too hard. More, they’d added pillows to the bed, and there was a length of silken rope affixed to the ceiling hooks.
They had been busy.
Dahlia’s delighted laugh pulled his attention back to her, and she gave him a wide grin. “They were busy.” The echo of his thoughts made him laugh.
“I see that, Beauty.” Striding to the bed, he set her down like the precious gem she was. Rather than try to sort it out, he gazed down at her. “Where do you want us?”
Delight curved her smile, and Zhan chuckled. “That’s cheating, brother.”
“Not this time,” Tarus mused. “This is for her.”
“Agreed.” Seth circled the bed to face her from one side while Zhan took his place on the other.
Hands clasped together, Dahlia worked her way up to her knees and then glanced from one of them to the other. She sank her teeth into her kiss-swollen lower lip. “Oh, so many options…”
With a chuckle, Seth held out a hand to her, and she walked on her knees to him. Tipping her chin with a finger, he said, “We have time to explore all of them.”
A fist wrapped around Tarus’ heart. The one thing they didn’t have was time. But when Seth dipped his head to kiss her, Dahlia let out this purring moan as she pressed herself against Seth’s chest, and his big hands slid down to cup her ass. It was Zhan’s turn to let out a pained groan as he watched them.
While his cock definitely ached, Tarus soaked up every drop of her unadulterated joy. When she pulled back from Seth, her eyes sparkled and her face flushed, a flush that stretched down to her breasts and just added to the glow already emanating from her.
The pure vitality of her. She was so alive.
With a gleeful laugh, she reached for Seth’s britches then glanced over her shoulder toward Zhan and Tarus, and they both straightened under her perusal. “I really don’t know where I want to start, but I do know where I want to finish.”
“Where’s that, Lovely?” Zhan murmured, he shifted himself as Dahlia freed Seth’s pants.
“All of you in me somewhere,” she teased, even as she closed her hand around Seth’s cock. Tarus wasn’t focused on that so much as on the look on his brother’s face as she began to stroke him.
Sliding a look at Zhan, he quirked an eyebrow. With a single nod, Zhan pivoted to the side drawer where Tarus had stowed the lube they preferred to use. It was an oil, and ancient. It also had its own healing properties. They weren’t small men, and they weren’t going to hurt her.
In the process of loosening his own pants, Tarus froze as Seth released a strangled sound. Dahlia had closed her mouth over him, and her hollowed cheeks promised intense suction. One hand in her hair, Seth extended his wings for balance as he held himself still. He wasn’t guiding her head so much as trying not to rock his hips. Every line on his body seemed taut and corded with tension.
“Fuck,” Zhan exhaled, as riveted to the sight as Tarus was. How long they stood there, Tarus lost track, captivated by Dahlia taking as much of Seth as she could, and with each bob of her head, she seemed to take more of him.
Freeing Seth with a pop, she glanced to where Tarus and Zhan stood and grinned. “You boys watching or playing?”
She didn’t have to ask again. Tarus shed his pants and was across the room. It took a little maneuvering, but he settled on the bed with her soft pussy stretching over his cock. He lowered her inch by glorious inch as she panted. Seth took advantage of the distraction to suck on one of her nipples as Zhan palmed the other breast. Tarus stroked and petted every inch of her.
This was the most glorious form of punishment as she took all of him. When he’d taken her ass, it had been transcendent, but this feeling as she engulfed him rocked him. His wings spread out to either side of himself, and she dropped down to kiss him. Tarus savored every delicate lick of her tongue to his as Zhan worked on stretching her.
His admiration for his brother went up a notch from the fact that he’d managed to hold still for so long in the silken heat of her embrace around his cock. All Tarus wanted was to thrust until she came. As it was, he skated his hand down to circle her clit lazily. Each time a little whimper escaped her as Zhan stretched her, Tarus increased the pressure.
Pleasure denied to them only until his brother finally settled into her. Dahlia gleamed with drops of perspiration, and she sat up slowly, accepting Seth’s kiss before she twisted to take him in her mouth again. The positions should have been awkward, but Dahlia flowed with them like she was meant to be there. When she rolled her hips, Tarus nearly closed his eyes at the pleasure hitting him. Each time she drew away from him was an agony, and every time he thrust deep, bliss swallowed him.
They stroked, petted, and caressed her as they fucked her between them. It was Zhan who lost it first, and the vibrations of her cries set Seth off. Tarus stilled himself as she rocked between his brothers, keeping her impaled on him while she fought to swallow, even as she shook through an orgasm, and the next he sent cascading through her system when he teased her clit over and over, drawing out her pleasure.
The flutter of her inner m
uscles trying to milk him kept him on the edge of torture, but what held all of him was the cascade of indigo and sunset auras laced with gleaming white and silver pulsing through her and over her. Like the aurora of the northern lights, it lit up the candle-illuminated room until it was almost daytime bright. The beauty of his Beauty stunned him. Seth dropped to his knees as Dahlia released him, the stunned expression on his face likely mirrored on Tarus’ own. Zhan turned his equally wrecked expression skyward as he shuddered. He hadn’t pulled away yet, but Dahlia turned until her eyes focused on Tarus.
All the air left his lungs in a whoosh. He wanted to be a part of her so desperately. He wanted to carry her with him. Never let her go. Dragging her head down to him, he slammed their mouths together as he unleashed his grace. His whole body lit up as power unfurled within him, and her moans shuddered through him as he rocked his hips upward, then he angled to hit that spot inside of her that left her screaming into his mouth, and without a care, he threw himself off the edge and fell, tangled with Dahlia.
The orgasm, when it struck, seemed to come right from his soul, and he gladly emptied himself into her as she clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Eventually, they floated down, and he found Dahlia sprawled against his chest, their skin sticky with sweat. Zhan draped her back, one arm braced to keep his full weight off of her, though his wings spread over them both, and Seth leaned against the side of the bed, her hand in his and his own wings shielding them.
Dahlia glowed brighter than a harvest moon. Every candle had gone out, and she was the single source of illumination.
Gathering her damp hair, Tarus tugged her head gently until she lifted it to look at him. Relief coursed through him. For a moment there, he’d feared she’d collapsed again. The smile she gave him absolutely dazzled him.
“Not done?” She slurred her words, but her happiness was a tangible thing.
“No,” Seth answered for him. Then there was shifting, and Zhan eased away with a groan and Tarus let out his gasp as he softened enough to slip from her. Dampness flooded his lap, and he didn’t care. The evidence of their love. Plucking her up, Seth cradled her to his chest. “We’re far from done.”
Chuckling, Tarus slid a hand under his head as his brother pinned Dahlia to a wall and proceeded to make her scream until she was nearly incoherent.
Then it was Zhan’s turn.
Tarus waited them out, savoring every blissful moment. It wasn’t long before he petted her through another series of orgasms before thrusting into her, and she gazed up at him with absolute trust.
When they lost her, the world was going to end.
There would be no more light.
Only darkness.
If she couldn’t stay with them, maybe the answer was just to fall the rest of the way with her.
Maybe he should follow her.
Then she reached for him, and he sank into her kiss.
After chasing all the sunrises, now he wanted to hold them off.
Forever.
26
‘Every decision we make has a consequence.’ Some are more important than others. Even now, facing the moment of truth, I regret none of the choices I made when Seth offered me more time. I wouldn’t trade Seth, Zhan, or Tarus for anything. - Dahlia
Dahlia
I slouched down in the bubbles, propping my feet up on the ledge as the water gently sloshed against the sides. This ginormous tub was the most underappreciated feature of Seth’s house. Sighing in relaxed bliss, I reached for my glass of wine.
Zhan was a sweetheart to bring it to me. They all were.
After that last sex session, I needed a little pampering for my poor muscles. I had aches in all the best places. And no regrets. I wouldn’t change anything these last weeks.
“Hey,” Seth said through a grin as he leaned against the wall.
“Hi there, yourself.” I tossed a small handful of bubbles at him. They didn’t even make it past the bathmat, landing with an anticlimactic splat. He merely watched my antics with a soft smile.
“What do you want to do today, my sweet?” He pushed away from the wall and crouched down by the bathtub. And by crouch, I mean he still towered over the side.
What did I want to do today? There were only three days left by my count, and I’d already seen everything I’d ever wanted to see and things I hadn’t even conceived as possible. The only thing left for me to do was spend time with the ones that meant the most to me.
Oh! There was one thing I wanted to do before I left, and today was as good a time as any.
“We never set you a room up at the ranch. We could do that today.” I slid deeper into the water until it lapped at my chin. I locked my gaze on my knees as they popped out of the water, pretending this wasn’t as big of a deal to me as it was.
But my one goal in life post Seth’s kiss was to mend the bridge between Seth, Tarus, and Zhan. Well, the clever mastermind that I was, that bridge was mended. Not that I could actually take any credit for it, other than my presence pulling them in.
I almost snorted at my amazing skills…not.
“Okay…” His brow furrowed as he tipped his head. “Why would I want a room at the ranch?” He actually seemed genuinely perplexed.
“Because, then you all can stay together no matter where you’re at. They sleep with you here, but have their own rooms at the ranch. It only makes sense that you’d have your own space there too.” Seriously, this totally made all the sense, and he was looking at me like I was a few cards short of a deck.
“Aft—Once….” Seth cursed and twisted his face to the side, his jaw popping as he ground his teeth. It seemed to take him visible effort to pull himself together, but when he did, his expression was completely serene, like he hadn’t just had a mini-meltdown. “If that’s what you want to do, that’s what we’ll do.”
Leaning over the edge, he gave me a chaste press of lips that was more of a promise for sweeter things to come. Splashing water everywhere, I caught the back of his neck and held him in place as I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, nipping him lightly.
I loved the sweet kisses, but I wanted the wanton passion instead.
Breaking away, he dropped his forehead to the tub. “You’re dangerous, my sweet.” His breath came in harsh pants as he gripped my fingers.
The rush these men gave me just from being them was a high unlike anything I’d ever felt before. “I’m pretty sure you three are more lethal to a girl’s heart than I ever thought about being.” I grabbed the towel along the edge and stood up, wrapping it around me.
“I’m with Seth on this one, Lovely.” Zhan appeared out of nowhere, tucking his wings tight to his back as he walked through the door. Chill bumps started to ghost over my skin as he picked me up out of the water, small droplets flying all over the floor as he carried me out.
In no time at all we were all dressed, ready to get our decorating on, although I was the only one even remotely excited about it. I knew they were humoring me by doing this, but it didn’t matter. The fact that he’d have a space there should he want to use it was enough for me to push forward.
Seth, Zhan, and Tarus crowded close, each placing a hand on my body, then in a swirl of magnificent colors, Seth’s bedroom disappeared. White and silver shot through the indigo, softer white, then the multitude of reds and oranges that made up the sunset. This time it was different, the white and silver much stronger and more fluid, as if it bound the power of their graces together.
When their colors faded and they stepped away, we were on the walk leading up to the house. It was the perfect spot to view the beauty of the house and all the tranquility of the horses. I’d mentioned that this was my favorite spot just one time, so now every time we came here, this was always where we popped up.
“All right, let’s get to work.” I clapped my hands together, ready to be one step closer to my goal. The next several hours went by with lots of laughter and hard work. On their part. They scoffed and scowled at me anytime I
tried to move any furniture around.
At least it was an easy project. Tarus and Zhan had a guest room with furniture already, as if they were just waiting for this day. Mostly it was forcing Seth to go back and get a few momentos to decorate the room. Then I had Tarus take me into town to pick up a few items to add to the room, including a stunning silver frame that now held a picture of the four of us.
We’d set Zhan’s phone on a timer and propped ourselves on the wall of Seth’s balcony. A beautiful sunset was the perfect background, and the fresh air was crisp and clean. Even now, looking at the picture, I could feel and smell everything as if I were in that moment all over again.
Zhan had sat on the wall and pulled me between his legs, while Tarus pressed a kiss to my temple, and Seth had his arm around my hips. Would Bish let me take a copy of this picture with me? It was worth it to ask.
“It looks good.” The surprise in Seth’s tone pulled a smile to my lips. It did look great. And homey. A place he would love to spend time if he wasn’t at his house in Domum.
“I agree, it does.” Zhan tossed an arm around Seth’s shoulders in a rare show of brotherly affection.
“Now that all this hard work is done, let’s feed our Beauty.” Tarus linked his fingers with mine, tugging me to his chest. I all too happily ran my hands over his hard chest then up his shoulders to his neck.
“Where would you like to go?” Zhan sidled up next to us, placing a warm hand on the small of my back.
Rolling my eyes, I laughed. “Might as well go back to where it all started. That’s the one place you Keepers always want to go.”
Seth smirked as he slid in on the other side, and once again, we were transported to the back hall of Sinner’s. The noise level was high as the dinner crowd was just ending and the bar crowd was rolling in.
When I stepped away, I fell into the wall as black spots dotted my vision.
What the hell?
Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling so hot. The other times I’d passed out, I’d just gone down without any warning. Now it felt like someone tore a hole in my tank and all my energy was slowly leaking out. Maybe slowly was the wrong word. Yeah, this was definitely more of a moderate dwindling.