“Everly,” Dante whispered, changing the angle before plunging his tongue into my mouth.
I could taste his passion, his protectiveness. From the day I met him, Dante had watched over me, but he had always kept his distance. He wasn’t now and I needed this, needed him. Although Heaven didn’t seem to understand the dynamic here, I did. It felt right, as though it wasn’t meant to be picked apart, piece by piece, and analyzed. It was simply meant to happen.
When we came up for air, Dante pressed his forehead to mine, cupped my neck with both hands.
“You’re my angel,” he whispered. “I can’t lose you.”
“Never,” I promised.
He pulled back, slid deeper into the water once more, his gaze meeting Isaac’s. “Thank you, Sir.”
“No need to thank me,” he said firmly. “I don’t want anything coming between you. It’s evident you’re both worried about it.”
Dante nodded, then turned when Ian called his name.
Isaac lowered himself back into the water as I turned in his arms, wrapping myself around him.
He brushed my wet hair back, stared in my face.
“I want you,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Not just your body or your submission. I want all of you, Everly.”
I could hardly breathe, his words washing over me, warmer than the water we were in.
“I figure it’s best you know that now. No reason to pretend otherwise.”
“No pretending,” I agreed.
“It seems easy now, fairy princess. But I’m not an easy man.” He nodded toward Ian. “He’s the one who talks. I tend to hold it all in. But you’ll always know where you stand with me. You’re the most important to me.”
I nodded.
“Even when I share you,” he said, his tone shifting, garnering a dangerous edge.
“With Ian?”
Isaac swallowed. “Yes.”
“How does he feel about it?”
“Ian has his own needs and wants. When he’s ready to act on them, he will. And I’m sure you’ll be the first to know when it’s real for him.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I didn’t know how to get more information, either.
“Will you share me with anyone else?”
“Until today, that’s never been something I considered.”
“What changed?”
He nodded toward the side of the pool where Ian, Dante, and Heaven were. “Dante came along. Now I find the idea of watching you with him rather enlightening.”
“And Heaven?” I prompted, needing to know his stance on it.
“For entertainment purposes, perhaps. No one else. No one else will ever touch you. But I need that as much as I need you.”
“I understand, my Liege.”
“Do you?”
I looked him directly in the eye. “Yes.”
“You understand that I want Dante? That I want his submission as much as I want yours?”
Relief poured through me. “Yes, my Liege.” This time I cupped his face, ensured he understood the truth in my words.
“But I want your love,” he noted. “Only yours.”
I wouldn’t promise him my love because we both knew that wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t something that had to be said, it was felt. And though I didn’t understand how it was possible, I knew I loved this man already. How it would play out would be up to the universe, but I knew I would come to love him with not only my heart but my soul as well.
I didn’t realize we’d moved to the dark end of the pool, but it was our own little cocoon, like we were the only two people in the world.
Isaac backed up against the wall, his hand sliding between us.
“I need to feel you,” he whispered. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”
“Please, my Liege.”
Within seconds, he had aligned our bodies, nothing between us, as he slid deep inside me. There were no conversations about protection because those were out in the open between us, everything maintained in our files at the club. I was on the pill and my blood tests were up to date, as were theirs. Which left only pleasure as our main concern.
“Eyes on mine,” he ordered as he pulled my hips, plunging all the way inside me.
I moaned, gasped. He was huge, filling me, stretching me. It was pleasure and pain all at once. But it was the greatest feeling in the world, being this close to him. I’d wondered for so long how it would feel to have him inside me. Now I knew and it was … overwhelming. More than I’d bargained for. Perfect came to mind.
His hands slid up my back, fingers curling over my shoulders. Isaac tipped me backward, his fingers tightening over my shoulder as he moved his hips. Thrust, retreat, our eyes never straying. The buoyancy of the water kept me afloat, but it was Isaac who held me as he drove himself deep.
“It’s not enough,” he groaned. “Will never be enough. Arms around me.”
Once more, he shifted our positions, his hands returning to my hips. I slid my arms around his neck, held on tight as he increased the rhythm of our bodies, driving into me again and again, displacing the water around us as he fought for more friction, as though he couldn’t get close enough.
I tightened my legs around his waist, dug my ankles into his thighs, trying to bring him back from the edge.
“My Liege,” I whispered, using my own strength to get closer to him.
“Christ,” he groaned. “Yes. Just like that. Ah. Yes.”
He relaxed his hold, allowed me to move, to impale myself on him again and again.
When he crushed his lips to mine, I could feel the tension, a rubber band about to snap.
“Come for me,” he said, nibbling my lower lip. “Come all over my cock, fairy princess.”
His hand snaked between us, his thumb finding my clit. My whimpers and moans grew louder, drifting in the humid air. I knew the others were still in the pool, but in this moment, they didn’t matter. Only Isaac.
“I want to feel your pussy ripple on my cock,” he groaned. “Come for me. Come all over me.”
The way he filled me, the pressure he applied to my clit, and his words shot me over the edge. A strangled cry ripped from my throat as a glorious orgasm shattered me.
His hands came around, cupping my ass as he jerked me to him hard, his cock pulsing inside me as he breathed my name again and again.
When the world righted itself, Isaac buried his face in my neck, held me in the water, our bodies still joined. Only then did I hear the muted conversation taking place at the other end of the pool.
“My Liege,” I whispered against his ear, my heart still thumping hard in my chest. “Don’t ever let me go.”
His arms tightened around me, a silent agreement between us.
EIGHT
IAN
I watched my brother carry Everly out of the pool and directly into the house. He was holding on to her as though he would shatter if he let go.
Oddly, I sort of knew the feeling. I’d felt their connection when they’d been in the water, watched as their bodies came together in a desperate passion they’d ignored for so long. In that moment, I’d wanted to join them, to sink deep inside Everly at the same time as Isaac, to fill her completely, to take her between us, claim her together.
Only, that wasn’t going to happen. I knew better than to think Isaac was on the same page I was. It wasn’t in the stars, wasn’t how we’d always envisioned our lives going. My brother and I had always intended to have two submissives, each having their own, sharing them between us.
Isaac had found his one love, the woman he would spend his nights sleeping beside.
And I was on the periphery, expected to align with my own submissive, to pave my own way so that we could meet in the middle at some point.
Needless to say, things were not going the way we’d planned.
“Sir?”
“Yeah?” I glanced over at Dante.
“May I please turn in for the evening?”
I nodded. “
Of course. If you need anything … the house is as much yours as it is mine.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I watched as he stepped out, his perfect ass ripe for the picking. While I wanted to explore him on a much deeper level, I figured he’d had enough for one day. Tomorrow … that was a different story.
I found myself smiling.
“Uh-oh.” Heaven giggled. “That looks like a mischievous smile. Dirty thoughts about a particular male submissive?”
“Stand up,” I said, keeping my tone cool, relaxed, the smile firmly in place.
“I am standing.” She grinned. So coy, so sweet. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with her yet. But I was glad we had a little time to explore alone. I wouldn’t go so far as to say she was a substitute for Everly, but she was a worthy distraction.
“All the way up. Let me see those beautiful tits.”
Heat swirled in the soft green of her eyes, giving her away. She’d given me the spiel about sowing wild oats, and initially, I’d thought she was placating me. Now, I got the sense she’d been telling the truth.
Which made her all the more appealing. I would never feel for Heaven what I felt for Everly, but I certainly didn’t mind losing myself in her for a bit.
Heaven surprised me, standing tall and dropping her arms to her sides.
I found myself entranced by her in so many ways. Not only in her physical beauty, but that inner light I could see hidden beneath dark shadows.
“I’m thinking that boyfriend of yours didn’t pay nearly enough attention to your tits.” I met her gaze. “Hot or cold?”
“Hot,” she said quickly.
“What did he pay attention to?” I asked, standing tall so that I towered over her. I moved closer.
“Other women,” she said, a snarky bite to the words.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“How long were you with him?”
“Three years. On and off.”
Well, that explained a lot of her insecurities. She’d spent the past three years with a douchebag who didn’t realize the gift he’d been given.
I moved to stand behind her, not touching her. Not yet.
“Do I scare you, Heaven?”
“No.”
“Good. May I touch you?”
“Uh … yes.”
I eliminated the space between us, pressing my chest to her back, then pulled her back against me. “Good girl. Just let yourself go. It’s about pleasure, nothing more.”
“Only pleasure,” she whispered, trembling.
“Let’s move into deeper water. You’re shivering.”
She moved with me, allowing me to take her weight in my arms.
“Put your arms around my neck.”
She did, lifting her arms behind her, then cupping my neck until her fingers touched. Considering the size difference, it wouldn’t have worked if I hadn’t had my knees bent, allowing her sweet little ass to press against me.
I trailed my fingers from her elbows downward until I ran my fingertips over her puckered nipples.
She moaned softly.
“Now tell me, why’d you stay with a man who didn’t appreciate you?”
“I’m an idiot,” she muttered.
I tweaked her nipples, making her squeal. “From this point forward, I don’t want to hear another negative word about yourself. Understood?” I released the pressure.
“Yes.”
I teased her nipples, giving pleasure where I’d just applied pain. She relaxed into me again.
“How’d you meet him?”
“At the bookstore. He came in one day. Started talking.”
I cupped her breasts, squeezed gently, enjoying her soft moans.
“He took you out?”
“In the beginning.”
“When did you know it was going south?”
“Three months in.”
I stilled. “Three months? And you gave him three years?”
“Yes.”
“Did you break up with him?”
“Several times.”
“Did you go back to him? Or him to you?”
“He always came to me. Apologized, swore he’d never do it again. I took him back like an—”
I smiled, pressed my lips to the top of her head. “Good girl. Did he hit you?”
“No. Never. I wouldn’t put up with that.”
“But you let him screw around and you took him back.”
“I always made him use a condom,” she said defensively, as though that was the only problem with the scenario.
“Because you’re smart. That doesn’t mean he deserved you.”
Heaven didn’t say a word, her head resting back against my chest as I continued to tease her nipples. She shivered again and I knew it was time to give up the pool.
I took her wrists, lowered her arms, then turned her.
“Are you mad?” she asked, her voice soft, uncertain.
“Not at all.” I tipped her chin up, pressed my lips to hers. “I’m taking you inside so I can warm you up.”
Her eyes widened, and for a second, I thought she would run.
I gripped her chin more firmly, met her gaze. “Heaven, with me, it’s always your choice. At any time. I don’t assume anything. When you want to stop, say the word.”
She nodded.
Regardless of what happened next, I knew I had to get her inside, warm her up. The night air was cool, and I didn’t want to risk her catching a cold.
I hooked one arm under her legs, lifted her up, made her laugh. The sound loosened something inside me.
By the time I made it to her bedroom, her teeth were chattering.
“Shower with me?” I asked, ensuring she knew it was her choice.
“Yes.”
I padded to the bathroom, set her down long enough to turn the water on. It heated instantly and I dragged her into the glass enclosure, pulling her against me as I let the hot water pour over us both.
“Did he force you?” I asked, needing to know the demons in her past.
“No. Never.” She pulled back, looked up at me. “He just used sex against me. Accused me of only wanting him for sex.”
“That’s rich,” I grumbled.
“He did it enough, I started to wonder if that was true.”
“He was guilting you because of his own guilt,” I told her.
“When I think about it rationally, I know that’s true. It’s just…”
I stepped back, grabbed the body wash, poured a generous amount in my hands. “Just what?” I made a spinning motion with my finger. “Turn around.”
She faced away from me and I used my soapy hands on her skin, slicking her shoulders, her neck, massaging her as I went. I took my time, working down her back.
“I’ve always had a high sex drive.”
“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing,” I said as I cupped her ass with my hands, squeezed.
“According to Danny, it was.”
“Because he was getting it elsewhere,” I said simply.
“Yeah. I know.”
I got more soap, continued down one leg, then back up the other. On one knee, I told her to turn around. With her facing me, I worked my way up her body, paying special attention to her most private parts.
She was panting, her eyes closed, by the time I was finished. When I dropped my hands, her eyes shot open.
I grinned. “Your turn.” I held out the body wash.
“My turn? Really?” She sounded intrigued by the idea.
“Yes.” I chuckled. “But no playing. Not yet.”
Her lower lip puffed out in a pout, but she didn’t say a word as she began the same trail I’d made, only on my body this time.
“How tall are you?” she asked.
“Six four. You?”
“Five two.”
“And I’m sure I outweigh you by a hundred pounds.”
“I could stand to lose a few,” she said absently.
My muscles tensed
and I knew she could feel my disappointment. “What was that?”
“Nothing. I … uh…” Her hands trailed up to my cock.
The instant her fingers curled around me, I grabbed her wrist. “What did I say?”
“I’m sorry.” She sounded anything but. “It’s a hard habit to break. The derogatory self-reflection, that is. I’ve spent so long thinking I was”—her eyes held mine—“not good enough.”
“I can promise you, by the time this is over, I’ll have proven to you just how untrue that is.”
Something passed over her face, an emotion I couldn’t place. “By the time this is over?”
I didn’t look away. Couldn’t.
“Does that mean there’s a timer that’s been set? Once that time’s up…?”
Taking both her wrists in my hands, I backed her up against the tile wall. She never flinched, never looked away.
“Pleasure, Heaven. That’s what this is about. Nothing more, nothing less,” I told her. “You’re here so we can keep you safe. Until the threat is eliminated. Why shouldn’t we enjoy ourselves?”
I couldn’t lie to her. What I really wanted was currently curled up in bed with my brother. It pained me not to have time with Everly, but I knew it would come. But what my brother needed was equally important to me.
Hence the reason I wasn’t going to push.
“Is this what it’s like to be into BDSM?” Heaven inquired.
I frowned.
“Sex with strangers?”
“I’d like to think you’re not a stranger. You’ve slept under my roof. I don’t extend that to strangers.” I leaned in, my mouth hovering over hers. “What you need to do is remember sex doesn’t equate to a relationship. You don’t have to commit to someone to enjoy them. Separate yourself, Heaven.”
“You’re right,” she whispered. “Pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Exactly,” I said, sealing my lips to hers.
“May I finish washing you?” she asked, breathing roughly when I pulled back.
“Who am I to deny a beautiful woman?”
When I stepped back, Heaven reached for the body wash, poured more into her hands before gliding them over my chest. I could see the heat in her eyes as she focused on the action. That was the point, right?
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