by Shayla Black
Oliver. “Do what he tells you to.”
He’d spent two years trying to coax his brother back to life. All they’d needed to do was find one woman they all loved and share her. Kink had been the way to get Ollie smiling again. They’d all wasted the last six months, but Rory refused to waste another second.
Tori hesitated.
Rory pulled his head together enough to threaten her. “Or Oliver will spank you good.”
“You guys are very quick with the spankings,” she said as she gripped him in her small fist.
“You look gorgeous with a pink arse, love.” Callum shifted behind her, caressing the flesh he’d flushed with impact. “And you liked it.”
Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Yes, which is why the threat doesn’t seem to be much of a threat.”
A loud smack blasted through the room. She gasped. Rory felt the delicate hand around his dick tighten.
It felt so fucking good.
No more games. He surged forward, hips thrusting as he pumped his dick against her lips.
“Was that a threat, love?” Apparently, Callum had a tiny streak of sadist.
She moaned and shifted, trying to press her thighs together. “You know it was. It hurt, but now it feels like heat and I like it. Tell me what to do next. Should I suck on the head?”
Her words went straight to his dick. He was fairly certain all of the blood in his body had pooled in his cock and he would pass out at any moment.
“Grip him harder,” Oliver commanded. “He won’t break.”
Pleasure sizzled up his spine as she tightened her hold. Yes, that was what he needed. Her hand began to work his cock.
“Tell me what you want to do, Tori.” Oliver’s voice turned deep, and Rory wasn’t surprised to see his eldest brother shucking his slacks. There was really no more need for clothes between them. “What does instinct tell you to do to that big cock in your hand?”
“Lick it. Suck it into my mouth. I want to know what it tastes like.” She stared at his cock and swallowed hard.
“I want that, too,” Rory groaned.
Her little tongue peeked out and teased him with a long, slow laving. She dragged it over the head of his dick where pearly fluid already leaked from the slit.
“Lick him all over,” Oliver ordered. “Take care of him or Callum will stop what he’s doing to you.”
Rory looked to his side and found Callum stroking her, rubbing her clit in slow circles. “Is he making you feel good?”
Tori whimpered against him, the sound rolling across his flesh. Rory shuddered as need pooled. His balls drew up. He started to sweat.
“If you like it, please me, too.” He felt desperate. “Suck me, Tori. Suck my cock and suck it hard.”
“If you want another orgasm, you make Rory come and you drink down everything he gives you or Callum will stop what he’s doing.” Oliver crouched down, drawing closer, watching the scene in front of him with seeming fascination. “You give me a show because I want to watch you. I want to see my beautiful girl sucking a dick and loving it. Can you do that, darling?”
Her reply was to suck the head of his cock right into her mouth. Rory groaned deep in his throat. So good. Her mouth was warm and soft as she worked the head of his cock, inching down, only to suck her way back up.
“Move it in time with your hand. Squeeze him and find a rhythm,” Oliver said.
Rory would have clapped Oliver on the back if he hadn’t been so damn close to orgasm. His oldest brother seemed to know exactly what he needed from Tori. If he wasn’t careful, Rory feared he would come far too soon. The need was right there, and it went beyond mere pleasure. For the first time in his life, he wanted to mark a woman.
He’d been careful with his relationships. He always kept them casual, always somewhat cool. He’d selected women for their beauty and their desire to use him to further their own careers. Always models or actresses. Always women who would move on from him at some point.
Tori was their exact opposite. Tori didn’t want fame. She couldn’t care less about their money. And he could never move on from her. She was his endgame.
“Yes… That’s exactly what I want.” He tightened his hands in her hair to guide her as she squeezed and moved her mouth in a sultry rhythm.
He watched her carefully for a moment, studying her movements. She showed zero signs of distress. She groaned around his cock and took him deep. He wanted to enjoy this with her. She was turning out to be far more adventurous and pliable than he’d expected. He’d thought they would have to coddle her and gently move her along, but she took to the pleasure—both giving and receiving—quickly. She’d been a virgin, but her first foray into Dominance and submission seemed to be turning her into a hungry vixen.
This was what they all needed—her. So many times he’d felt compelled to do whatever it took to keep the family together, but Tori was the glue that would bind them. Love for her would cement their bond.
She worked him, taking more and more of his cock with every pass. Her mouth was small, but she seemed determined to take all of him. He wasn’t about to protest. There was nothing more he wanted than to find that soft spot at the back of her throat and give her everything he’d pent up for her.
Whatever Callum was doing to her made her whimper. The vibrations hummed along his cock.
“Do that again. She liked it,” he gasped. “I fucking loved it.”
“She responds so well,” Callum said. “Do you want to come, love? Do you want to come while Rory’s cock is in your mouth? Let’s see if I can get the timing perfect. You like it when I touch you here.”
She hummed again, a sound of panicked passion, as if she sat on the razor’s edge and Callum held her in his ruthless hands. Tori swallowed more of his cock, and he watched his inches disappear between her lips. The sensation made his spine bow as he felt his balls begin to draw up.
“I’m almost there.” He used her hair to roughen his thrusts between her lips. He couldn’t let her have control a second longer. “Just relax and let me fuck your mouth.”
She did as he asked, but her little whimpers were getting stronger as Callum apparently hurtled her toward climax. She moaned around his cock, her mouth softening as she took him deeper. He thrust in and pulled out, only to have her lips tighten around him, drawing him back in. Over and over, he gained precious ground until she’d taken him balls deep.
Her tongue whirled, and Rory couldn’t stop himself from letting go. Her body swaying, her head bobbing, her tongue rubbing, and she hummed hard as she came. He slammed inside her mouth, and a groan tore from his chest as she took his cock to the back of her throat. There was no way to hold it back. He shot into her mouth, pumping himself again and again between her swollen lips.
She sucked him hard, cupping the cheeks of his ass. She leaned in, swallowing, taking every bit of him.
“Sweetheart…ah,” Rory groaned. “Yes. Fuck. Yes!”
Pure joy suffused him as the world seemed to go soft and hazy. His whole body pulsed as he watched her lick him clean. She wore a radiant smile, glowing with pride and joy, when she finally looked up at him.
He was utterly lost. He loved her and he was never going to let her go.
* * * *
Callum was on fire. Tori’s heat had definitely singed his fingers. He’d always known she had a burning sensuality inside her. She might look sweet and she might be as innocent as the day was long. He wasn’t a man who equated innocence to virginity or virginity with goodness. Tori had been in a state of virginity because she was picky and there was nothing wrong with that, but her innocence had nothing to do with her hymen. It was all about her gorgeous soul.
She smiled as she toppled back. If he hadn’t been there, she would have hit the floor, but she must have known that he would catch her. He would never let her down.
Callum stared at her, her weight so perfect in his arms. He remembered that moment he’d first seen her smile at him. The sight had been a revelation, li
ke the heavens had parted and left him the sunny gift of her beauty after days of rain, and he’d known he’d found his reason to live. His woman to love.
For so long, his purpose had been about not letting his team down. His life had been about a sport. This was real. She was real. Loving Tori Glen could be the rest of his life.
It was everything he wanted. He even wanted this freaky turn his life had taken. Somehow it felt right to have his brothers here.
“Did you enjoy that?” He’d loved watching her blow Rory while he’d gotten her off with his fingers. He’d never had a woman respond so readily and beautifully to him. It was like she’d been made for him, made for his fingers and mouth and cock. Made for them—for the Thurston-Hughes brothers.
“I loved it.” She turned her face up to his, making it easy for him to capture those lips he was so obsessed with. He gave himself a moment to memorize her. She would change over the years, but he would always see her like this, his sweet love just learning about the power of her own sensuality.
Callum knew he needed to enjoy her now because the minute she realized her power, he would be lost. He was already her slave, but at least in their bedroom, he was the Master. When he’d found BDSM, a piece of his soul had clicked into place. Now he knew why. He’d been born to be Tori’s Dominant.
He stood, cradling her in his arms.
“You don’t have to, but I love how you carry me around.” She laid her head against his shoulder, her blue eyes dreamy. “It makes me feel delicate.”
“You are compared to me.” He didn’t even notice her weight, but he definitely noticed her delicate softness in his arms. And his cock was rock hard at the thought of what he was about to do. “Rory, do you want to hold our sweet sub down?”
His younger brother was already tossing himself down on the bed. “I would love to.”
They’d discussed how they would do this if they had the chance. Weeks of endless talk had brought them here, and Callum found his hands shook a little. He’d had sex almost every way possible, but it had never really mattered before. He’d never had it with a woman who mattered. He wanted her to enjoy it, to feel worshiped and loved. This was the start of their lives together.
He settled Tori against his youngest brother, her back to his front. Rory cuddled their woman and it was easy to see how she gloried in the affection.
Oliver crawled on the bed and leaned over to kiss her. Their mouths melded in a show of pure desire.
Fuck it all. This could work. This could really work. Hope settled in his heart. Through the tribulations of the past few weeks, he’d tried to stay positive, but in the back of his mind he’d wondered if any future with Tori would really work without Oliver. Now he knew how much Tori needed him, too. Callum would move heaven and earth to keep Oliver by their side—for her.
“You’re so beautiful, love.” Oliver kissed the tip of her nose, then sat back. His eyes were dark with desire, but his face held tenderness, too. “She’s very small. Go easy with her. I hurt her the first time.”
Tori tangled her fingers with Oliver’s. “I’m fine. I want this.”
And she would have it. She was surrounded by them, connected to all of them, so now he could take her. “I want this more than you can imagine. And if you’re sore tomorrow, I promise to carry you around and treat you like a princess. But right now, I’m going to worship you my way.”
After sheathing himself with a condom, he spread her legs and made a place for himself. Anticipation pounded through him. One day, he wouldn’t wear a piece of latex. One day, he would have the right to spill inside her body. He couldn’t wait.
Watching her intently, Callum lined up his cock and started to press inside. He concentrated on her and tried not to fixate on the fact that she was so tight, so hot, so perfect.
Her eyes widened and she let out a sexy little gasp.
“You’re such a goddess,” Rory whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to be the man inside you. Do you know how long I’ve waited?”
Oliver squeezed her hand. “Relax and let Cal take over. It won’t hurt this time. He’s going to be careful.”
Callum inched his way in, sweat on his brow. Control was the key. He had to resist the insane urge to plunge inside her again and again, to mark her with his cock. She deserved more and he was determined to give it to her.
“It doesn’t hurt, but he’s so big. I’m so full.” Her free hand drifted up to his waist, stroking toward his backside.
She was going to be more full. He gained another inch, moving in and out in short, controlled motions. He gradually opened her up, letting her get comfortable around him. He was anything but comfortable. In fact, Callum was sure he was going to die of pure pleasure. Her pussy pulsed around him, tempting him to let go.
He worked until he was finally deep inside, their bodies flush. He leaned over and fused his mouth over hers, enjoying that moment when they were finally together, finally connected. This was what he’d waited for.
“I love you.” He’d never said it to another woman and now the yellow-brick road to happiness stretched out before them. It might be enough time for him. Maybe. “Are you all right now, love?”
She nodded. “I want to move.”
He had to. Callum pulled out and slowly thrust back in. Every second was torture and pleasure and heaven. Another long, slow thrust had her skin flushing a delicate pink. Her nipples peaked as she wound her legs around his waist.
Her pelvis tilted up and somehow he slid even deeper inside. He could feel his balls rubbing against her backside. They drew up, a tingle starting to build in his spine.
He worked over her, thrusting harder and faster, letting her feel every inch of his cock. Feminine muscles squeezed tight around him. He couldn’t last. She was too hot and tight.
“Come for us. You scream out. Don’t hold back,” Oliver commanded, his brother sounding more confident than he’d heard in forever as he toyed with Tori’s nipples.
Her eyes flared, her whole body flushing as she screamed out her pleasure. There was no artifice or falsehood. There was no act. Callum felt her tighten, pulse, shudder as she came, her nails digging deep.
He couldn’t hold out a second longer. He fucked her hard. He let his cock have sway, thrusting in and out, following the primitive rhythm he’d set. In response, Tori slammed her hips up, offering more and more, and he could have sworn she came again and again as he moved inside her.
Orgasm overwhelmed his senses as he spilled himself into her. The world seemed to fall away around him except…all he could see was Tori. All he could feel or hear was Tori. The world narrowed down as he ground against her, giving her everything he had.
He cradled her body to his. He let his hand find her breast and through the softness, he heard the pounding of her heart.
The world seemed a perfect place and only one thing could make it better.
The night wasn’t done. He looked up at her and winked. “I think it’s time we introduced our gorgeous girl to the anal plug.”
Her eyes widened and joy suffused him.
Finally, his world was perfect.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tori woke with a start, panting. She forced herself to slow down her breathing, to drag in longer breaths. Fear tightened her whole body. Tears streamed down her face. She blinked in the shadowy dark, finally recognizing it as a bedroom in the palace. Her men lay sleeping all around her.
She’d simply had a nightmare. Her body sagged with relief. But the visions kept playing out in her head.
She’d had a version of this dream before, many times since she was thirteen. She’d been on the couch with her sister watching TV when the doorbell had rung. She’d followed Piper, and the sheriff had been standing there. He’d told them about their father—except he hadn’t been talking about her dad this time. Fat tears had rolled down her cheeks. Suddenly, she’d been an adult and the sheriff had told her that Callum Thurston-Hughes had been killed by an unknown assailant
; Instantly, she’d known Thea was the killer. Tori had run toward his body and that was when she’d seen Oliver and Rory locked in combat. They’d gripped bloody knives in their big hands. Red dripped down their torsos. They were fighting over her.
When they’d stabbed at one another again, she’d awakened with