“Shit,” Felix hisses, his hand tightening in my hair.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Nolan breathes, his hand freezing near my left hip. His voice grows low and smooth when he instructs, “Take it out, love. I want to see your mouth full of his dick.”
“What do you think?” I ask Felix, looking up at him through my eyelashes, my lips brushing his erection as I speak. “Do you want me to suck you deep into my mouth?”
“Yes,” he blurts, his breathing heavy and his pupils blown wide. “I mean, if-if you want to.”
“I do,” I coo, biting my lip to keep from giggling.
Felix quickly helps to free himself, and after moving closer to my side, I hold his hot flesh in my hand. He releases a throaty groan when I lick a long trail up his shaft before swirling my tongue along the slit and sensitive head. Though not monstrous like some of my husbands, Felix isn’t small, so even as I attempt to fully take him into my mouth, my hand is left to stroke the remaining inches.
“So good,” Felix pants, his head tilted back as he becomes lost to the pleasure building inside him.
Nolan doesn’t remain idle, his nimble fingers pulling off my panties before he positions my knees over his shoulders. He buries his nose between my legs, his tongue running along the slickness of my pussy.
I groan, the sound muffled by my full mouth, and I reach down to twist my fingers in the strands of his soft hair, desperate to hold onto something.
“Mmmm. You taste so good, love,” he praises against my dripping flesh, and then he growls, “I’m going to tease, lick, and fuck you with my tongue until you come. I want to taste your release.”
The explicit way Nolan uses his words as much as his body to arouse me throws my mind into a lust filled fog that pushes out the rest of the world. Unconsciously, I press my core against his face, and I can feel his smile against my flesh...along with the lengthening of his fangs. Sex and feeding have gone hand and hand with Nolan for a while, so his fangs tend to come out when he’s aroused, intentional or not.
My mouth full with Felix, I use my hand to guide Nolan’s lips to my inner thigh, my silent way of giving him consent to feed if he wishes.
“Thank you, but not yet,” Nolan replies, running the sharp edge of his fangs against my skin, creating a cascade of intense shivers. “I’ll wait until you’re riding us both and you’re just on the cusp of coming.”
While that mental image is causing an aching need to grow inside me, there’s an angry, “Fucking fuck,” bellowed from the kitchen, followed by the slap of fabric against a hard surface.
Felix’s cock falls from my lips as I twist my head to look over my shoulder, finding a very aroused and frustrated Donovan filling the doorframe, sans apron.
“I think he might have heard us,” Nolan stage whispers, peeking over my naked thigh.
“If dinner burns, it’s your fault,” Donovan declares to Nolan as he stalks over to us tangled on the couch.
His shockingly blue-green eyes, a trait inherited by his Morningstar lineage, make an assessing sweep, and he shakes his head. “Why the fuck are you still wearing clothes?”
“Hadn’t gotten that far?” Felix supplies with an awkward shrug, clearly startled by Donovan’s aggressive approach.
Donovan rolls his eyes then holds out his hand to me. “Come on, Angel. Stand up and I’ll get you out of that messy dress.” His tone is gentle while also flavored with the hint that he plans to make a mess out of me in a completely different way.
After awkwardly getting to my feet, it takes little time for my dress to fall to the floor, the light fabric now a sticky mess. Donovan pulls me firmly against him, pressing a punishing kiss to my lips while his large hands squeeze my ass. I stagger a bit when he stops kissing me, leaning into his hard body, and his trademark cocky smirk spreads across his face.
Looking over my shoulder, he arches one of his heavy black brows incredulously, noticing Nolan and Felix are still watching from there spots on the couch.
“Strip. Now,” he orders, and takes a step back so he can relieve himself of his sweats and boxer briefs.
“He’s so bossy,” Nolan complains cheekily, rising with sinuous grace, and to be both sexy and obnoxious, he takes his time slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He holds my gaze, wanting my eyes on him as he slides his pants and boxer briefs down his hips. Once he’s naked, he strokes himself a few times, spreading the dripping precum down his shaft. “Like what you see?”
Goddess save me from these irritatingly confident men. Of course their confidence is completely justified, with Nolan’s pale skin and lean swimmer’s body looking like he’s come right out of a fashion magazine, and Donovan, with the literal blood of celestial beings flowing through his veins, who looks like he’d fit right into some Greek myth about demigods. Nephilim are close, I guess.
Donovan and Nolan don’t really need anything from me to feel confident in the nude, so I offer up an appreciative smile then walk over to Felix. He’s standing to the side, holding his shirt in his hands, seemingly in an awkward holding pattern. He’s still very aroused, but Donovan also has a way of sucking up all the oxygen in the room, and I can read the uncertainty in his eyes.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, my bare breasts pressed against his firm chest, I murmur, “You don’t have to do this. We can go off just the two of us. I’m sure those two will find a way to entertain themselves.”
He chuckles softly, his sweet smile lighting up his face. It’s the smile I fell in love with because no matter what form Felix wears, that smile is always him.
“It’s okay,” he assures me, one of his hands drifting up and down my back, the gentle touch causing me to shiver. “I want to, I just don’t know how. The more people, the more...logistics are involved, and I really don’t want to be standing awkwardly in a corner waiting for my turn. That seems kind of the opposite of sexy.”
“I think you’re always sexy,” I reply, kissing his neck while one of my hands drops to fondle him. He releases a breathy sigh and leans into my touch. “Even when all you’re doing is standing there.”
“One of these days it’ll sink in,” he promises, though he seems distracted by what my hand is doing.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper, stepping back enough so I can push his shorts and underwear the rest of the way down. “I’ll tell you every day just how sexy I think you are. Like right now, I want to drop to my knees and blow you until you come.”
He curses, his whole body now a live wire ready for me to play with.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Nolan interjects.
Looking over, I find he and Donovan have already migrated to the couch when I wasn’t paying attention. I was right about them finding ways to entertain themselves, with Donovan already on his back and Nolan straddling him. They appear to have started jerking each other off, amusing themselves in, I believe, an odd attempt to give Felix and me privacy.
“What do you suggest?” I ask, walking over with Felix’s hand clasped in mine.
“Come and sit right here, Angel,” Donovan purrs, his grin wide as he gestures for me to sit on his face.
“The couch will be easier on the knees than concrete,” Nolan adds, his tone implying he speaks from experience. “Felix can stand in front of you, then it’s a good time for everyone.”
While I attempt to do as they suggest, I comment, “Sexy and pragmatic.”
“That’s me,” Nolan quips, earning a snort from Donovan. No matter how much they love each other, they can’t resist taking shots when the moment presents itself, even naked with their dicks in each other’s hands. They’re ridiculous, and I love them with every fiber of my being.
Felix holds my hands and Nolan grips my waist as I settle myself over Donovan, tucking my lower legs beneath his shoulders. Donovan hums in male delight, once again grasping my ass with both hands and releasing a moist, hot breath against my pussy. I involuntarily jerk, my thighs giving out when he begins tonguing my clit, making tight, hard circl
es around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Nolan waves Felix over to him, and having at some point retrieved the can from the floor, he sprays Felix’s dick with whipped cream.
“Damn it, that’s cold,” Felix complains behind me.
“Too bad I forgot cherries, but you’ll do,” Nolan states, and I hear the clunk of the can once again falling to the floor. “Now go give our wife a protein filled dessert.”
“Wow, that was really bad,” he criticizes while laughing as he returns to my line of sight.
“Hey, they can’t all be winners,” Nolan replies without shame.
During this exchange, Donovan has kept himself busy by lavishing my wet core with bone melting attention, switching between pushing his tongue deep within me and sucking on my clit. Soon, he has to hold me steady as my hips move of their own accord, my body desperate to be filled.
Seeing Felix’s whipped cream covered cock, I immediately reach for him and start licking him clean. I’m not coy about it, wanting him with all the need that burns through my veins. After a lick and swirl around the mushroom head, I take a deep breath through my nose and suck as much of him as I can into my mouth. There are a few extra inches left when he hits the back of my throat, so I bob my head up and down the length of him, tightly gripping the arm of the couch to keep from tipping over. He tastes both sweet and salty, his precum mixing with the whipped cream.
“Your mouth feels so good,” Felix pants, his eyes heavy with lust as he watches me, his hands braced on either side of my head.
Nolan, not one to be ignored, pushes Donovan’s hands away and leaves a love bite on my ass. “Let’s get you ready for us, hmm?”
With that, Donovan doubles his efforts sucking on my clit while Nolan pushes two long fingers inside, quickly finding my G-spot, and pressing his thumb into my ass. I groan over the intrusion, and on the exhale, I deep throat Felix.
It only takes a few moments of my throat constricting around him before he shouts that he’s coming and cum pours down my throat. Still semihard, Felix withdraws, physically shaking from the intensity of his climax.
“That felt amazing, Callie,” he praises, grabbing his shirt to wipe my face clean. “I love you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I rasp, weak under the pleasure rippling through my body.
“You looked so good sucking him,” Nolan whispers hotly in my ear, his slick fingers dragging from my pussy to join his thumb, gently stretching me to eventually accommodate him. “Fuck, I’m so turned on just watching you.”
“Please,” I beg, desperate to be filled. Desperate for release.
“Please, what?” Donovan prompts, his words muffled against my body.
“I want...I need…” The words come out in broken gasps, my mind having difficulty articulating anything.
“Need something a little bigger than fingers, love?” Nolan questions with a tone that borders on facetious.
“Yes, damn it!” I yell, my voice filling the mostly empty room.
“I think D and I can help with that,” he retorts, “but you’re gonna have to move down here.”
My legs are jelly at this point, so I need all three of them to assist me off of Donovan’s face so I can straddle his waist. I’m both extremely horny and exceedingly tired. Fortunately, Nolan is more than happy to help lower me onto Donovan’s impressively large cock.
“Damn, you’re so tight,” Donovan growls, his hands settling on my hips. “So warm.”
Felix, no longer self-conscious in any way, kneels by the couch and starts kneading my breast with one hand while sucking the nipple of the other into his mouth. I fist my hand into his shaggy, ash blond hair, holding his head against me while I begin to rock my hips, meeting Donovan’s thrusts with ones of my own.
Nolan continues to finger my ass, the additional stimulus driving me wild. Once he comfortably fits three fingers inside me, he asks, “Ready for more?”
My head bobs like a ragdoll’s, because I’m beyond words at this point.
He guides me to lean forward, and ever so gently, he presses the slick head of his cock against me. Slowly, he pushes forward, and I can’t help but moan as he enters me. I feel deliciously full, and it doesn’t take me long to get comfortable with both of them inside me. I’ve been riding this knife’s edge of release for what feels like hours.
Lost to my own pleasure, I once again rock my hips, slamming against them harder than before. I greedily drag Felix’s mouth to mine and bring his hand to my clit. Between kisses, I beg Donovan and Nolan to fuck me harder and faster, consumed by the almost painful journey toward my release.
Felix, hard again, starts jerking off, the speed of his hand matching the tempo of our bodies. Donovan’s hands grip my waist with bruising intensity. Nolan has wrapped my hair around his fist, and when he senses I’m a hairsbreadth from climaxing, he jerks my head back and bites my neck.
His bite is like a spark that sets me ablaze, and with blood dripping down my curves, I climax, my entire body seizing with pleasure. My ass and pussy constrict around them like a vise, and with matching groans, they spill themselves within me. It takes a few more seconds for Felix to come again, his cum filling his hand.
Nolan doesn’t feed for long, quickly retracting his fangs to suck at my punctured flesh. We all collapse into a heap, Donovan and Nolan taking a moment before withdrawing from my body while Felix lies on the floor, panting.
“Aren’t you uncomfortable?” I ask him from my position on top of Donovan.
“Nope,” he answers, while using his shirt to wipe his hands off. “The cold cement actually feels pretty good right now.”
“Let me see,” Nolan mumbles, climbing off the couch and flopping down beside Felix. “He’s right, this does feel pretty good. You should come down here, love.”
“Or she can stay right here,” Donovan counters, draping a lazy arm over my back.
Satiated, Donovan looks like he’s ready to doze off like a cat enjoying a sun warmed spot. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long as Felix frowns and sniffs the air. “Does anyone smell something burning?”
“Shit!” he shouts, quickly shifting me off of him and springing to his feet. Thinking nothing about being fully nude, he hurries back into the kitchen to retrieve whatever has spent too much time in the oven.
“Well, now that he’s gone, ready for round two?” Nolan jokes from his sweat soaked position on the floor.
“Not without a nap,” I insist, stretching out on the couch and not thinking too hard about the mess we’ve made of it. Noticing how we’re all lounging around in the buff where we could easily be discovered makes me realize I have two men unaccounted for. “Do any of you know what happened to Connor and Kaleb?”
“Had to get something from the plane, I’m pretty sure,” Felix informs me around a yawn.
“Know when they’re supposed to come back?” I inquire, yawning in response to Felix’s yawn.
“Not for a while,” Nolan supplies, getting to his feet. He saunters over to me. “If you’re not going to join us on the floor, make room on the couch.”
Though the couches are quite deep, it’s not wide enough for three adult human beings to lie comfortably beside each other. This appears to be a nonissue for Felix and Nolan, who solve the problem by having me lie on top of Felix while Nolan lies on me. Naked and drowsy, we sleep the afternoon away.
Chapter 4
“Three...two...one! Merry Christmas, love,” Nolan cheers then leans over from beside me to give me a kiss.
“Merry Christmas,” I hum sleepily, snuggling back against Connor.
We finished dinner a few hours ago, and everything was delicious. The burning smell was just the juices from the roasted chicken dripping onto the bottom of the oven. Full and happy, we dressed in our PJs and decided to stay up to welcome Christmas day under the soft glow of twinkling holiday lights. Turns out while I was having enthusiastic sex in the den earlier, Kaleb and Connor were secretly decorating the living room.
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“I still can’t believe you smuggled a Douglas fir onto the plane,” I chuckle, admiring the simple decorations of lights and red ornaments on the tree tucked into one corner of the room.
“Doesn’t smell right otherwise,” Connor replies as if that clears everything up.
“We wanted to make it special,” Kaleb elaborates, leaning his head against my knee and absently massaging my foot.
“Well, thank you again. It’s beautiful,” I praise, sinking into this wonderful feeling of being surrounded by my husbands in this puppy pile way—sitting on Connor with Nolan on my left, Donovan on my right, Kaleb seated on the floor on my left, and Felix on the floor to my right.
There are so many rooms in this home that calling this space a ‘living room’ doesn’t quite fit, but I don’t know what else to call it. The floor is sunken in, with a couch that lines two-thirds of it, and a smattering of pillows scattered on the floor that encourages individuals to be as comfortable there as they would be on the couch. Most of the ‘walls’ fold away, making the space feel both indoors and outdoors at the same time. The room is raised above a tropical garden with a trickling waterfall...that my men also decorated. Lights coil around small palm trees and weave through ferns. Little tealights set in beds of holly and pine bump lazily into each other as they float in the small pond.
The smell of the sea wafts in on a warm breeze and competes with the sharp scent of the Christmas tree. Wearing a thin, cotton nightgown, I’m surprisingly comfortable. The temperature has cooled down enough that I feel cozy tucked into this mass of bodies, and I can feel my eyelids drooping despite my nap this afternoon. It feels like the entire month has caught up with me, and I’ve reached the stage of tiredness that makes me want to sleep for days.
“You know, I was worried about coming here since it’s monsoon season, but the weather has been surprisingly good,” Felix comments, and I crack my eyes open to look up at the same deep blue sky he is. The moon is a crescent hanging boldly among a litany of stars.
A half laugh escapes my lips, then I murmur, “Did you forget whom you married?”
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