by E. M. Moore
We kissed, searing the memory of those shared words into our brains, our hearts, but most importantly, our souls. My fingers explored his abs before moving further down, clutching his hardness in my fist between us and sliding my hand down then back up tentatively. He rocked into me, and I tilted my hips up and held him at my center. He brushed against my core and I moaned. “Oh, Stephan.”
He poised over me, then quickly, he snatched something out of the drawer next to his bed, reared back for a moment and then was back at my center as if nothing happened. He kissed my lips, then trailed down my front to my breasts while he rocked. At first, he was just against me, sliding along my slick skin at my center. Each hip movement bade me open to him though. My knees dropped the final few inches to the bed and he slid inside. “Oh, Ariana. Oh my God.” Stephan’s fingers clutched at his bedsheets.
He came at me again, rocking into me deliciously, sliding even further inside. My fingers dug into his back. “More.”
He pushed again, and I gasped. It seemed like there was barely enough room for him, and from seeing and feeling him before, he had more to give me.
His hands shook as he lifted himself up. His green eyes stared down, catching my attention. “This might hurt.”
My heart pounded in my chest. He retreated and pushed forward again. This time, a slice of pain emanated from deep inside, and I cried out at the unwelcome discomfort.
“Shh,” he said, raining kisses on my cheek and forehead. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, still trying to get used to the feel of him inside me, wishing away the twinge of pain. “Can you go slow for a second?”
He rolled forward, his face straining, and I took him in inch by inch. There was less pain than the time before. He did it again and again until he sank further inside and the pain was all but gone. When he was all the way inside, he dropped to his elbows and kissed me, claiming my lips in a heated kiss that made my toes curl and lift my hips into his. He returned the favor, hips meeting mine with deep thrusts. With one hand by my hip, he slid in and out of me, alternating between kissing my lips and my breasts. We stayed that way for a while as I reveled at the intense pleasure in his gaze, the way his muscles rippled with every moment until he started to shake. He pulled away, breaking our kiss abruptly. “I’m going to come.”
A swarm of pride swept through me. I reached out to grasp his ass and pull him to me. He kissed me again, his lips moving over me furiously, keeping up with the pace his strokes set until he shuddered, a whole body movement that shockwaved through him like an earthquake and I was his epicenter.
His movements slowed as I watched the flicker of emotions cross his face. It went from pure pleasure to nothing but the deepest love as his stare collided with mine. He kissed me and then moved a breath apart. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait. I tried, Ariana. Next time. I was just so caught up in you.”
He rolled to the side, and I followed him. A small frown ruined his picture perfect face. “Are you kidding me? That was perfect. You were inside me, Stephan.” I swallowed, trying to keep my emotions in check. He pulled me in for a kiss and then tucked me into his side, playing with my hair.
I cuddled next to him, smiling. I understood what Stephan meant when he talked about not fitting in, but I would never feel that way again, not after what we just did. It wasn’t possible. The completeness, the fullness. We just shared the most intimate part of ourselves with the other. Loneliness wasn’t even a blip on my radar.
In one swoop, Stephan lifted me from the bed and wound my legs around his waist. I let out a small cry as he started for the door. “What are you doing?”
“You need to feel what I just felt and since I can’t now, I’m taking you to…”
He paused in the hallway. A flourish of goosebumps spread over my body now that we were out in the open. “Stephan…” I warned. “I’m fine. We can go back to your room. We can—”
He shook his head and raced forward, bursting into a room. He set me down and turned me around. The dirty blond head slowly looked up from his seat on the edge of his bed. His phone was in his hands, staring at a picture of me. I stepped forward, trying to get a better view and not caring that I was completely naked.
Christian’s eyes rounded when he took me in. He stood, looking back briefly at Stephan before catching me in his embrace, half-heartedly trying to cover me. The soft click of the door sounded behind us, and Christian looked at it in shock. “What’s this about? Stephan—”
I stared into his blue-gray eyes. “He says I need to feel it. What it’s like to orgasm when someone’s inside me. He came too quickly.”
I looked down at the carpet in Christian’s room, but he lifted my chin up. “And he thinks I can do that?”
“I suppose so.”
His eyes drilled down into mine. “You wanted to lose it with him, didn’t you? Because Stephan was the only one of us who was a virgin?”
I nodded and opened my mouth to speak.
He shook his head. “I’m not mad.” He smiled. “I think I love you even more for doing that. For giving Stephan that…” His hand trailed down my back to cup my ass. “You know this is wrong on so many levels now. I’m your teacher.”
“You were this,” I said, gesturing between the two of us, “before you were my teacher.”
His fingers kneaded into me. “It’s not a problem for me,” he added. “I was just stating the obvious. How am I going to look at you in class and not think about this?” He stared down at my bare chest and then lower.
“I guess it’s a good thing classes are postponed for right now, huh?” I teased. I lifted my hands to undo the buttons of his shirt. When I finished, I smoothed my hands out over his chest and then worked my hands upward, over his shoulders, and then down his arms, taking his shirt with me. It fell to the floor behind him and I moved to his belt, loosening it before unbuttoning his pants and sliding my hands around to clench his ass like he did mine. The pants and belt slid down his legs and hit the floor.
There. Now we were on a level playing field.
I looked up, my hands shaking when my gaze locked on his. If it weren’t for Christian, I might’ve never realized what I would be losing here just because of fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of new beginnings. I swallowed, trying to release the pressure in my chest. “Thank you for not letting me leave all those months ago.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “I think you should know, there was no way I was letting you get away from us. You were so important to us then; you just didn’t know.”
“I know now,” I told him truthfully, feeling the rightness of it all the way to my core. “I feel it all the time.”
He stepped forward, his hips meeting mine, pressing his hardness against me. “I’m going to prove it to you anyway.”
He bowed down, capturing my lips. His hands moved to the back of my neck as he pressed me forward. In between kisses, he whispered sweet things in my ear. It went beyond how pretty he thought I was, how perfect. He told me he couldn’t wait to have me like this. That he couldn’t wait until we were one person, joined in more ways than just the obvious. He wanted me, and only me, forever. And forever, in vampire terms, was a long time. It meant more hearing someone like him say those words because forever could actually mean an eternity in this world. Hearing him say that, and knowing that he meant every word, filled me from the inside out. Every kiss, he seared into me the proof of his love, every finger graze reminded me of the tenderness between us. It didn’t take long before the heat Stephan had begun built in my core again. I reached between us and slid his boxers down, letting them drop to the floor.
He picked me up, his hands sliding under my thighs as he turned toward the bed. He lowered me down slowly, taking his time and kissing me as he went. Wherever his lips were near, he kissed. My skin bloomed between heat and cool, fire and ice. He hovered over me, his gaze taking me all in. I reached up to move the dirty blond sweep of hair from his eyes. “I’m ready, Christian,” mirroring the words
I told Stephan.
Christian also reached into a drawer beside his bed. With him, he pulled the condom out slowly, opening the package and rolling the rubber on as if it was just another moment to excite my anticipation. I held by breath as he poised himself at my entrance. He rubbed the tip of his hardness over my core, dipping in slightly, then pulling out to tease me. I gripped his behind, urging him closer. His face strained, he groaned, dipping in once more, then rubbing his head on my clit. My legs fell open wider, begging him to fill me. This time when he was at my entrance, he didn’t stop. He slid in inch by excruciating inch. My hands twisted in Christian’s sheets until he was fully seated. He let out a breath. “I can see why Stephan didn’t last. God, Ariana, you feel so good.”
He rested on his forearms and kissed me, his strokes long and slow, intense, as everything Christian did was. He lifted my legs up around his waist, and I locked my ankles. With my hips in this new angle, a new sensation quivered through me. I moaned, my heart beating like mad in my chest as he shortened his strokes and ground his hips against mine. “Oh, yes.”
Christian’s kisses lowered, passing over my chin, neck, until he took one of my nipples into his hot mouth. My hips came off the bed, and he slammed into me. We both cried out. We did that again and again, a rhythm of pounding hearts, short breaths, and searching for the peak of our oneness. His hand slid down my hip, holding me in place as he increased his speed. He moved to my other nipple, swirling his tongue and flicking and teasing. The heat between my legs intensified. “Yes, Christian. You’re going to make me.”
A noise of pure satisfaction escaped him. His eyes shone down at me as he rolled his hips into mine again and again. Suspended, I knew what was coming. I lay languidly in the increasing pleasure an instant before I knew my world would tilt on its axis. Then, Christian reached between us and rubbed my clit. I cried out, yanking my locked legs forward so he would grind into me. He did it again and again until my happiness rested on rushing for the precipice. The soft moans escaping me intensified. Christian’s jaw locked, set on his mission, but when he saw me staring at him, he bit his lip, letting his true pleasure show. My body trembled, and one last time, Christian rubbed his thumb over my clit before he buried himself inside me and my world unraveled before my eyes. I clung to Christian as a shooting intensity coursed through my limbs and my insides clenched around his hardness. My head fell back against the bed to ride out the waves of pleasure as Christian still rolled his hips into me repeatedly. “Yes, Ariana. Let it go.”
Spent, I let out one last cry on a sigh and then Christian finally slowed. His movements languid, he stared down at me in awe as he rocked inside me still, riding out the last of my orgasm. “That was beautiful,” he said. I reached up to kiss him, trying to infuse in him how much that meant to me. When I pulled away, he smiled. “Care if we try another position?”
I shook my head. Of course not. I wanted to try anything and everything, and Christian still hadn’t experienced what I just had. As soon as I told him my answer, he flipped us so I was on top. I gasped, then placed my hands on the bed to get my bearings at suddenly being upright. With one hand on my chest, he sat me up. I looked down at him. “You want me like this?”
His face clouded over. “I want you every way, but we’ll start with this.” He rolled his hips up, and my mouth dropped. So many sensations with each differing position.
“Ohhh.”
He smiled and placed his hands on my hips. “Just do what makes you feel good.”
He reached for my hands and placed them on his chiseled abs. I lifted my booty up and then slid back down him. Then, I rolled my hips, squeezing him between my thighs.
His head fell back against the bed. “You’re so tight. God, Ariana. Please.”
I rocked down onto him, fitting into a rhythm that, somehow, someway, brought back the heat between my legs. He reached up to play with my breasts, and my head fell back as I rode him, my hair tickling my mid-back.
“God, yes,” he said. “Like that. Don’t stop.”
I stayed there until the pressure increased little by little, taking in every hard ridge of his dick inside me, exploring the way it felt as I slid up and down the length of him, scorching my insides with new angles. Unbelievably, the delicious heat mounted again until I strained toward that perfect moment once more. My movements quickened, and Christian’s hips started to meet mine.
“More,” Christian said.
I ground into him harder, not knowing where he ended and I began, just loving the way we felt when we were together. Christian’s fingers curled into my ass, only spurring me on. I lost myself, my movements frenzied as I climbed higher and higher, my insides racing toward the daring cliff like a thrill seeker.
“Ohh,” Christian moaned. His hands moved up my hips, anchoring me with one, two, three strokes before his eyes widened and he twitched inside me. His hips lifted from the bed, grinding his release into me. At the very thought that I made Christian Ravana lose himself, my own orgasm hit hard and strong.
“Yes,” I cried out. “Oh my God.”
Moans took over us both as we slowly rode our waves of pleasure out. Then, Christian twisted again, and I was facing him on the bed. He pulled me close, and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back, noticing his fangs had slid out. I moaned into him, reveling in what that meant. “That was perfect.”
He slid my hair around my ear, smiling down at me. “You have no idea.”
A knock on the door sounded. Christian smiled and called out, “Come in.”
Stephan pushed the door open and looked at us. I waved him over and patted the bed. He was still naked. Had he been outside the door that whole time? The rigid length of his dick made me think he had. He walked around the side of the bed and laid down. I turned toward him, and Christian followed, spooning me from behind as I laid my head down on Stephan’s chest.
Sandwiched between Stephan and Christian, I felt whole and complete. There were only a handful of times I’d ever felt that way in my life and most of them were when my mom was alive. Now that I had the princes, and a chance at a long life with them, I hoped those moments weren’t as scarce.
I giggled into Stephan’s chest, trying to hide my glee. Christian ran a hand down my arm. “What is it?”
“I was just wondering how I’m going to be able to function now when I know we could be doing this.”
He kissed my back. “Now you see my dilemma about being in class with you.”
Stephan chuckled. “I don’t envy you there, Christian. That would be a nightmare.”
I snuggled down into both men and closed my eyes. There was a lot to do tomorrow and the upcoming days. Tomorrow would probably mean an early morning wake-up call. Gregor would want to hear what happened with the three men straight from the princes’ mouths, and I would once again talk to Soren. More than ever, I wanted the threat of Dumont squashed. The princes and I needed to settle down and live our lives. Nights like this, in the arms of one or perhaps many of them, was what made a life. A future that was so bright lay ahead of us. I yearned for it, as if all the suffering I’d been through in my past was only preparing me to live this beautiful life I was destined to with these four amazing princes.
I was being selfish now. I didn’t want to wait. The sooner I had all of them—all the time—the better.
9
The next morning was filled with embraces and touches and kisses by all four. Nicolai and Connor ended up in Christian’s room on the floor sometime during the night, so that when I woke up, I almost tripped over Nicolai on my way to the bathroom to freshen up. He pulled me down and kissed me before letting me go about my business. I closed the bathroom door and leaned against the other side, a smile tilting my lips. How perfect was it to sleep in the same room with all four of them? When we moved into the Ravana Estate, maybe we could have our room be the library and just all sleep in there regardless of the five separate rooms that already waited for us. It seemed more realistic to live that way consi
dering the depth of my feelings for all four of them, and their shared feelings for me. Maybe we could build an extra wing for just the five of us. But here I was, making plans for something far too early. There was a lot more to do before we got to live at the estate together.
I showered quickly. When I stepped out, I realized someone had placed a pile of black clothing on the lid of the toilet seat. I smiled at the thoughtful gesture and slipped the clothes on before braiding my hair. When I walked out, Christian was the only one in the room. I looked around, seeing no evidence of what had transpired last night. No sleeping bags, no mussed sheets… I lifted my eyebrows and he chuckled. “They’re all getting ready. I was just waiting to use my shower.”
I stalked toward the bed and knelt down on to the mattress next to him. “Thank you for last night, and letting Stephan in with us.”
He cupped my cheek. “The four of you are the most important people in the world to me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I kissed him briefly, and then he rose to get into the shower. “Breakfast?” I called out after him.
“Yeah, we have time for it. I know there’s cereal down there, at least. If we’re lucky, maybe one of the others will have cooked something.”
Ha. That seemed unlikely. I’d never seen either of them lift a finger in the kitchen before, but that wasn’t a problem. I loved cereal. I bounded down the stairs and came to a halt in the dining room when I noticed five bowls were already set at the table along with multiple boxes of cereal and a glass jug of milk. I looked up to find Nicolai, his broad chest naked as he stood in front of the table. “You did this?”
He nodded, his smile growing. I could tell he was proud of himself.
I walked up to him and lifted myself to my tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips. “Thank you.”