“Take care of me, mo grá. Sit on my cock. Let me have you.”
My breath halted in my chest, the need in his voice something I longed to hear, probably because it was so rare.
I managed to get to my feet, walked over to the dresser, retrieved the lubricant, returned. He was watching me now, as I lowered myself to my knees once more. I used the lube to coat him, stroke him. His breaths became more labored as I fisted him, preparing his cock for my ass.
“Tired of waiting.” He groaned, gripped my hand, stilled it.
I felt the hum of energy vibrating under his skin.
“Come up here,” he groaned. “Sit on my cock.”
When I stood, Ian shifted in the chair, his hips sliding lower. His hands reached for me when I turned around. He assisted me, my leg muscles straining as he guided his cock into my ass. The blunt head pushed inside, slipping past the tight ring of muscles, making me grunt, my head falling back as I lowered all the way onto him. When I was fully seated, impaled by him, his cock filling me, stretching me, I was prepared to move when Ian’s arms came around me, pulling me to him, my back against his chest.
“Don’t move.” He nipped my earlobe. “Just let me feel you for a minute.”
His hips bucked ever so lightly, gradual nudges, pushing him in deeper than I thought possible. I breathed through the ache that was building, the desire to have him fuck me. When the chair began to gently rock, I turned my head toward him, moaned softly, urging him to continue.
“You feel so good,” he whispered on a raspy breath. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Ian. With all that I am.” I purposely used his name, wanting him to know I was talking to him. Not only as my Master, my savior, and the lifeline I’d come to think of him as, but as the man I’d fallen hard and fast for.
He continued to rock for long minutes, making my body hum, my cock throbbing. When he took me in hand, stroking firmly, I tipped my head back against his shoulder, letting him hear my pleasure.
A soft rumble sounded in his chest as he impaled me. I could feel his muscles coiling, knew the beast was waking. He’d held back with me before, but I knew it was in there and I knew one day it would come out. He would claim me, and though I doubted he would believe me, I was counting down until that day. When he unleashed, took from me exactly what he needed, all that I was willing to give. Only then would I know he truly understood just what I felt for him.
His hand curled under my chin, tipping my head back. His lips covered mine and he groaned, the sound almost feral.
“I’m going to take you, Dante.”
“I’m yours to take, Master.”
He said nothing, but I felt it. The tether holding him together snapped as hard hands curled around my arms, pushing me off him. One second I was on my feet, the next I was on my knees, chest flat on the recliner.
“Fuck,” he cried out as he dropped down behind me, grabbed my ass, separated my cheeks, and drove into me.
The pain was brutal but exquisite at the same time. This was what I wanted. His unrestrained lust, all that he’d held back since that first night we were together.
I wanted it.
Wanted him.
And I prayed he wanted me enough to finally take all that I needed him to have.
IAN
My control shattered.
Completely obliterated by my overwhelming need for this man.
In that moment, I was reduced to nothing more than an animal desperate to mate, a beast eager to claim what rightfully belonged to him.
Gripping Dante’s shoulders, I plowed into him, driving as deep as I could over and over, unable to stop. The beast was free, taking in an attempt to quench the thirst that would never be quenched. The hunger was intense, driving me into him deeper, harder. I pummeled him, wanting to hear him scream for me. I’d always been gentle, cognizant of all he’d been through. Deep down, I knew I wasn’t being true to myself or to him.
And right here, right now, I intended to show him.
“Turn over,” I growled, jerking out of him.
Before he could move, I was dragging him to the floor, flipping him onto his back, hefting his legs over my arms, and slamming into him again. Every punishing thrust rocked his body forward. His grunts were the fuel that kept me going, driving me deeper until I feared I would hurt him but couldn’t seem to control myself. My entire body burned, every muscle rigid as I ruthlessly plunged my cock into his ass.
I lifted his legs up straight, held them with my hands, my only goal to sate the urge that was out of control, desperation overwhelming me.
Dante took everything I gave him, didn’t whimper when I bent him in half and drilled my cock down into him. He willingly gave up all control and I feasted on it, absorbing it into my skin as I took and took. He would be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I needed him. His love, his submission, his ultimate surrender.
My muscles strained, burned as I impaled him over and over.
“Tell me,” I roared, knowing he could hear the rage in my voice, the words ripped from my throat.
“I give … myself to … you, Master.” Every other word was punctuated by a rough grunt brought on by my thrusts. “I’m yours … to have … to use.”
“To love,” I snapped. “You’re mine to love.”
“Always.”
“Fuck!” I came on a vicious groan, my throat raw from the sound.
I didn’t pull out, held myself inside him, dropping his legs.
“Make yourself come,” I ordered, leaning over him.
His hand gripped his cock, jerking roughly. I met his eyes, willing him to surrender to it, to me.
“Master…” He panted, his ass milking my cock.
“Come for me, Dante,” I demanded.
His head dropped back against the rug with a thud, his body jerking as his cock erupted, spurting all over his chest.
Still buried deep inside him, I leaned forward, lapped up his cum with my tongue, the adrenaline waning, leaving me drained but not quite sated. I fell over him, dislodging from his ass. I rolled, taking him with me as I buried my face in his neck and let the emotion break free.
Dante’s arms slid around my head, holding tight. My lungs heaved, air never quite filling them as the ache inside me wouldn’t subside.
We remained like that for minutes. Maybe hours. I couldn’t move, didn’t want to, and Dante knew what I needed.
Him.
In that moment, he was the center of my world and I didn’t want it any other way. I didn’t want to think about the pain my own betrayal had caused, the constant ache in my chest. Loving someone so much … I never thought it could hurt, but it did.
“You love her,” Dante whispered.
I forced him off me, rolled so that I stared down into his face. “And it’s fucking killing me.”
His eyes were wide, surprised by the savageness in my tone. I was, too.
“It wasn’t in the plan. It’s not how Isaac saw it playing out.”
Dante’s hands curled around my arms, squeezed.
I looked down at him. “But it happened,” I admitted. “I fell in love. Not just with one submissive but two. You and Everly.”
That was the realization I’d come to. I fucking loved Everly and Dante. She was my heart, he was the heartbeat that kept me going. Only them. As much as I wanted someone of my own, to live out the fantasy Isaac and I had planned so perfectly, it would never happen because they had happened.
My chest heaved again, the pain lancing through me.
Though I could admit it to myself, no one would understand the depth of what I felt for her. Not even Everly. I had never told her. That day when she’d told me she loved me had been life-altering. However, I needed more than the words. I needed her. To feel her, taste her, touch her. To hold her in the dark of night, to wake with her soft warmth next to me. And not just every now and again. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.
That was what I needed.
That could never h
appen because Isaac wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t in the plan and my brother followed the road maps, always had, always would. He’d been so excited to map out our destiny. And truth be told, he’d had Everly first. He’d fallen first. More importantly, he’d told her first. Therefore, in his eyes, she belonged to him.
And throughout all of this, as I sat back and watched the two of them grow closer, their bond strengthen, I’d still held out hope that the tide would shift, that I’d be included. That I could have her, too.
Perhaps the worst part was Dante. I loved him to the depths of my soul, but I felt as though I kept him on the perimeter. Not on purpose, because he certainly wasn’t my second choice. I wanted him the same as I wanted Everly. Loved him the same. But his needs were unique and in order to give him that, I had to keep my distance. I was failing miserably in that department, too. I was asking too much of him, expecting more than he had to give.
Yet, like tonight, he was always willing.
So fucking willing.
“I love you, Dante,” I whispered into the dark room.
I had to hope that over time, it would eventually be enough.
For all of us.
THIRTY
ISAAC
Sunday, June 16, 2019
I sat at my desk, the only light coming from my laptop screen, casting a soft glow over me and pitching shadows through the rest of the basement.
I’d been down here for a couple of hours, seeking solitude, trying to figure out what the fuck had happened. The weekend had gone by, slowly, miserably. Everly had spent most of her time in the library, Dante in his bedroom, while Ian had buried himself in work, claiming to be solidifying a lead that could very well take down Vernon Hathaway once and for all.
I hadn’t asked what it was, leaving him to it because I recognized his need for distraction. Not once had he mentioned what was bothering him, nor did I ask. I’d tried it already, gotten his wrath in response. Which I took to mean he didn’t want to discuss it.
That bothered me, and being that I hated to see my brother in pain, I’d decided to do a little detective work of my own.
My phone buzzed and I glanced at the screen.
Heaven: Hey, big guy! How’s it going?
Isaac: Good. You?
Heaven: Better than good. I went on a date last night.
Isaac: With Prince Charming?”
Heaven: LOL How’d you know?
Isaac: I have my ways.
Heaven: Eavesdropping on Dante and Everly, I see. So, what’s up? How’s everyone? How’s Ian?
Isaac: He won’t talk to me.
I didn’t know why I was admitting something so personal to a woman I’d spent so little time with, but for the moment, she was the only person I figured would tell me something.
Heaven: Have you tried talking to him?
Isaac: No. Not really.
Heaven: That’s your first mistake. If you stop long enough, look hard enough, you’ll see what’s been there all along. Questions won’t even be necessary.
Isaac: Which is?
She sent back a smiley face emoticon and I sighed.
Figuring that was all she was going to give me, I set my phone down, dropped my head back on the chair, and tried to figure out the fucking riddle that had caused such an uproar in my house.
When my phone buzzed again, I glanced at it, frowned.
Heaven: Everly.
What the hell was she talking about? Was she asking if Everly was all right? Or had she meant to text her?
Isaac: She’s fine.
Heaven: Not even a little, but I can see how you’d think that.
Isaac: What are you talking about?
A minute passed as I stared at the screen, watching the three dots that danced as she typed.
Heaven: You love her to distraction. She completes you in a way you never expected. That’s what people say when they fall ass over tea kettle, right? Well, it’s true. But not only for you, Isaac. It’s true for Ian. He loves her, too. Exactly the same way you do. Only you can’t see that, and he’s tried to pretend it’s not true. But it’s there. Has been all along. If you stop and think about it, it makes perfect sense. That the two of you would fall so hard, so fast for the same woman. After all, you’re two halves of one whole.
My gaze shifted to the top of the stairs.
Was that true?
Heaven: I enjoyed the time I was there, Isaac. And though I enjoyed getting a glimpse of the dynamic, I realized something. Not everyone’s cut out for that. But Everly and Dante are. And they love you both. Equally. Do you get what I’m saying? Everything you and Ian have ever needed is right there with you. You only have to open your eyes a little wider, see past your own heart.
The one thing I admired about Heaven was that she always told it like it was. I didn’t suspect she was sugarcoating it to make me feel better. That wasn’t her nature.
Isaac: If you ever need anything, Heaven…
Heaven: I know. Same goes. Now quit playing on your phone. It’s your move on the chessboard, Isaac. Make it.
I set my phone down again, grinned. The woman and her fucking riddles.
I let the past couple of weeks play back in my mind. Not the scenes, the sex, the erotic encounters. I focused on the other moments. From my perspective, everything was exactly as it was meant to be. Or was it? Was I the only one who had everything I’d ever wanted? Everly. Dante. The fierceness I felt, the savage love that overwhelmed me when I was with them. Did Ian feel that, too? I knew what he felt for Dante because he hadn’t hidden his feelings. Not from any of us.
So what was I missing?
Flashes of memories came back, moments I’d seen Ian watching Everly, pain and anguish in his eyes. I’d attributed that to fear, thinking he was worried about what the crazy, sadistic bastard had threatened to do to her. But that hadn’t been it. Not entirely.
How had I missed it? If what Heaven said was true, how had I not seen it?
Ian was in love with Everly.
But that wasn’t the only thing I’d missed.
I’d caught Everly looking at him the same way. When she thought no one was watching.
“Holy fuck.” I dropped my head back, closed my eyes.
I had come between them. Kept her all to myself while we’d played some stupid game. Ian had played along. But why? Why hadn’t he told me?
I heard a door open, close. Footsteps moved overhead. Too heavy to be Everly, which meant Ian was home. He had slipped out earlier, insisting he had something to take care of.
More like he’d been avoiding us.
I pushed to my feet, grabbed my phone, then made my way up the stairs. The house was silent, the only light on in the kitchen the accents over the cabinets.
Dante’s door was closed, as usual, so I went to my bedroom. Everly was sitting in our bed, the television on. She sat up, smiled, but it wavered instantly.
“My Liege? Is everything okay?”
“No.” I stared at her. “It’s not.”
She went up on her knees, concern etched across her beautiful face. “Is it that man?”
I shook my head, hating that she would instantly think that. “No, no. Not him. We’ve got people watching the house. You’re safe here. So is Dante.”
Her face relaxed somewhat.
Stepping toward her, I studied her face. “Have I been selfish?”
Her eyebrows lowered, as though she wasn’t sure what I was talking about.
“With you. Have I been selfish?”
“Of course not.”
“Have you talked to Ian?”
Her eyes lowered only slightly. “I… Not for a couple of days.”
I tilted her chin up, recognized the pain there, silently urged her to explain.
“He’s not talking to me,” she whispered. “I think he blames me for something. Not sure what, though.”
I prayed like hell she didn’t really believe that, because even I knew that wasn’t true.
When her eyes
met mine again, I saw it. The anguish, the pain her acknowledgment brought with it.
“You love him.”
Again, her eyes shifted from mine but quickly returned because she knew that was what I wanted, expected.
“Tell me,” I ordered her, gripping her chin firmly.
Her eyes widened with shock and confusion.
“I’ve come between you and Ian,” I acknowledged aloud. “I’ve kept you from him. Haven’t given you the time you want with him.”
Her silence was the only answer I needed.
I released her, paced to the other side of the room, tried to see where it had all gone wrong. At what point I’d become a selfish bastard, thinking only of myself.
“My Liege, I’m so sorry.”
I walked back to the bed, cupped her face, pressed my lips to hers.
“What did I tell you about apologizing?”
Her small hands fisted in my shirt, holding me there. “I love you,” she whispered fiercely, as though she thought for a second I wouldn’t know that.
Dropping my forehead to hers, I smiled. “I know you do, fairy princess. But you love him, too. Need him as much as you need me.”
A tear trickled down her cheek, but she hurried to wipe it away.
“You should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.” Her voice trembled, breaking something inside me.
I lifted my head, held her gaze. “You could never hurt me, Everly. And the last thing I would ever do is hurt you.”
“You haven’t,” she declared.
“I have.”
She shook her head, but I stilled it with my hands, smiled.
“But I can accept responsibility,” I told her. “And I can make it right.”
Tears glistened in her beautiful eyes.
“I didn’t see it,” I admitted. “I only saw what I expected to see.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You won’t. It’s for me to discuss with Ian.”
Her brow wrinkled, more confusion.
I smoothed the line away with my thumbs, kissed her forehead, then took a step back.
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