by Janie Marie
“Oh, fuck,” she cried, trying to close her legs. She didn’t know if she wanted to stop them or beg them for more. “Oh god.”
“Nah, not God,” Ryder said, pulling his fingers free and quickly tugging her thigh to slide her closer to him. She was barely recovering as he lifted her onto all fours and thrusting into her with a single stroke. “Ah, fuck, this is heaven.” He slid out and kissed her spine but held her up as he gathered her shirt to hold like reins at the same time his other hand tugged her hair to lift her head. “You pinch their thighs if you need to stop, angel.”
Her eyes widened, and she realized what Ryder was giving her.
He pushed back in, exhaling loudly. “Open your mouth. He’ll use his hand to help you. David will move next to him so you can switch between them. Don’t worry about making them come; they’re going to come all over your tits when I flip you over and fill you up.” He slid out and back in, and she surged forward at the smacking of their flesh. He steadied her, and Tercero murmured words in Italian that she didn’t understand, but she knew he was saying sweet things to encourage her. He knew from the night he’d given her an orgasm that she wanted to do this for him, and he was letting her satisfy him, at last.
Jane locked eyes with Tercero, whimpering as Ryder stayed in and only ground himself against her. It was as if he was making sure he didn’t scare her from her first attempt at giving his brother oral. “You’ll help?” she asked him, wetting her lips as he shuffled closer.
He gave himself a few strokes and nodded as he then gripped her head to hold her right. “We’ll feed every desire for you this morning. Now taste.”
Then he was muttering Italian curses as she took him as far as she could go, the only movement she needed was Ryder, and he didn’t let any of them down as he surged into her, giving her the perfect rhythm.
And when she gagged, and her eyes watered, they praised her and let her breathe and switch between Tercero and David.
It wasn’t long before they were all making noises that had probably woken Archer and Savaş. Ryder kept his promise, too.
He pulled out when David and Tercero said something to him, and he flipped her onto her back before resuming his beautiful assault. He locked eyes with her, a faint smile as she moaned at the sight of Tercero and David jacking off over her. Then he gave it to her hard. Each of her boys hurried to finish with her, and the moment Ryder swelled inside her and her own orgasm shattered her, David and Tercero grunted, shooting hot streams of come onto her chest and stomach. It sounded like they were hurting themselves, and she pulled both of them closer as she trembled around Ryder as he pulsed within her.
They got the hint, and they squeezed the last out onto her face as she licked the heads of their cocks.
“Holy fuck,” Ryder said, massaging her shaking legs, helping her recover.
David smoothed her hair back. “Beautiful, baby.”
She was so tired, but she smiled at him and purred when Tercero also caressed her hair.
“I’m gonna clean her up,” Ryder said. “Scram. If Kingston comes, stall him.”
David and Tercero looked like they wanted to argue with Ryder, but he didn’t let them. He scooped her up and carried her into his bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
“Fuckers think they’re going to kick me out of my own room?” He kissed her head as he went straight for the shower. “But I need to tell you something, so I’m gonna be a dick for a bit.”
She frowned but moaned as the warm water immediately hit her back.
“Luc is here, babe.” Ryder held her face as he used a cloth to wash her. “If you want, I’ll keep the others away so you can talk to him. I think you should talk to him.”
Jane could only blink.
Ryder sighed, kissing her forehead. “You need to show him you’re strong and brave. That you’re great and he doesn’t have to protect you from himself. You’re both afraid you have desires that are too twisted for the other, and that isn’t so. You’re a freak, baby. And my brother is torn between treating you like a queen and corrupting you. So, if you want, I’ll take you to his room and leave you there. You probably have an hour before Kingston shows up.”
Jane wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned like a lovesick fool as he lifted her up and pressed her against the shower wall. “I really love you.”
“And I really fucking love you.” He smirked, kissing her chin. “Even all dirty and thirsting for my brothers and David.”
God, that sounded so bad. “I’m sorry I’m a hoe.”
He laughed, kissing her cheek before he made his way to her neck. “You’re kinda a lot of the cutest hoe ever, but as I’ve told you before—I’m keeping you anyways.”
With trembling thighs and sweaty hands, Jane stared at the door in front of her and slowly reached for the knob.
Ryder gave her side a little squeeze and a kiss on the top of her head, then he left without saying a word. She didn’t know how he could be so wonderful, how they could all be so willing to be with her, especially with him being the lead most of the time, but she loved it. Now, he was giving her what kept her awake at night; a chance to mend things with her king.
The door opened easily, and it was even easier to spot Luc on the all-white bed in the center of a completely black room. Everything was draped in black or gleaming with dark shine, but the bed, the huge bed was white, even the intricately carved wooden frame.
And Luc, he was sitting there with his laptop on his lap, his jaw tight, and his gray eyes narrowed at her. Dear Lord, his entire body was inked. She’d seen some of it before, but the beautiful designs were so mesmerizing. So fucking sexy.
“Hi,” she said, letting herself inside.
“Go away, Jane,” he said, dismissing her and refocusing on whatever he was working on.
It felt like he’d punched a hole in her chest, and she teared up immediately as she watched him completely ignore her.
As she turned and twisted the knob to leave a sniffle slipped out, Luc’s sigh was unmistakable, and it steadied her because she knew he was disappointed in her reaction. He pushed her to be great before, to own who she was, and now she was acting like a sniveling child, even with the encouragement from Ryder to go after what she wanted.
Jane turned, not surprised to see he was still staring at his laptop and typing away. But instead of leaving, she locked the door and walked toward him.
He didn’t say anything as she reached him and moved his laptop off his lap. She held her breath, setting it aside as his eyes followed her every move. Then she tugged her shirt off and unfastened her bra so he could see the claims the others had left behind.
At first, Luc held her stare instead of dropping his gaze. But when she placed her hands on her hips, he got the hint she wanted him to look, and he did.
A series of emotions played across his normally empty expression. “And what am I supposed to think of this?” Again, those eyes were on hers. “That you’d foolishly let them mark your lovely skin, just to satisfy their desire to claim you in front of others.”
“It’s for me,” she said, angry and hot. “To remind me I have them because it felt like I’d lost them after . . .”
His jaw clenched for just a moment. “I see. And what exactly do you wish to gain by showing me? I already heard the way they comfort you and how you beg for all of them. Together. Is this your attempt to make me feel upset that I’m not the fourth to play along in your fantasy? Trust me, I have no desire to bed a woman with my brothers and their friend.”
Her hands started to shake, and her weak legs almost buckled. Luc had wanted her to be molded to his desires, but she was wondering now if that’s why he left. He no longer wanted to mold her into something she probably wasn’t, and he wanted her to be great, even if that was with Ryder and the others.
“Why are you here, Jane?”
She had to will herself to not mumble or stutter. “I want to show you something.”
“There is little more you c
an show without stripping further. Or have they written ignorant sonnets across your ass? And you think I will care.”
Again, her heart was attacked, but she fought the feeling and climbed onto the bed, straddling him carefully—afraid he’d toss her.
But Luc didn’t move. He sat still as stone, watching her awkwardly trying to position herself on him. She didn’t know what to do. The boys had given her a blowjob lesson, and she was starting to think that’s what Ryder meant; to show Luc her freaky side, that she wasn’t some fragile thing who was afraid of whatever Luc really was.
The question was who was she? What did she want with Luc? What was she willing to do to show him she was ready for whatever he was? And would she ever combine him with the others? Ryder was ready to give her the world, but she wasn’t sure David and Tercero were going to be welcoming, especially David.
Luc stayed still as she reached out to touch his shoulder, and he faintly smirked when she jerked back. “I’m waiting for whatever you are trying to show me; I’d like to get back to work sometime soon.”
“Why are you so mean?” She had the urge to cover herself now. Luc was more experienced than Ryder, and probably more experienced than David and Tercero. They knew how to make her a satisfied fucking mess, and they seemed to like what she did, but maybe it wasn’t enough to capture a guy like Luc.
“I have little reason to be nice to a girl I ended my pursuit with.” His stare was cold, painful to be on the receiving end of.
“Because you’re a jerk and a coward,” she blurted.
Now he chuckled. “I’ll take the immature accusation of being a jerk, but how on earth am I a coward?”
Her chest felt like fire was swirling within it, and she was entirely embarrassed for not knowing what she was getting at. Still, she tried to rip into him as she felt his strong thighs flex beneath her. “You said you’d prefer a beginner, like you’re some sex god, but then you got afraid of your brothers and David being better. Afraid your talk was for nothing.”
“Not at all, but if that gives you closure . . . by all means, believe I am intimidated by my little brothers and your territorial stepbrother.” He was entirely unaffected by her, and he even glanced at his computer.
It hurt like hell. She didn’t know what to do or what she was trying to fully accomplish with him but seeing how disinterested he was in her instilled such a pathetic feeling. “Is it because I didn’t choose you alone?”
Slowly, his attention returned to her. “You sound like a silly girl.”
“That’s not an answer.” She hesitantly put her other hand on his opposite shoulder, and she sighed as his cool skin warmed under her touch.
“Of course, I have no desire to share a woman with other men, but no, that is not why I chose to end what I started. It was foolish of me to expect you could handle a mature relationship, and even more foolish of me to play along with this fantasy of yours to have all of us.”
“I can’t be unsure? And I thought you said you’d prefer my fumblings.”
“There is nothing to discuss further, Jane. We are over, if you even consider what we shared was worth calling a relationship.”
She’d had enough. Clearly, he wasn’t interested, and he was insulting her choice to be in a polyamorous relationship. Or whatever she was supposed to call it. God, he had a point. She didn’t even know what the proper term was for being with more than one guy.
“Fine.” She glared at him but still couldn’t help herself from studying the marks on his skin. They looked sort of like words, not the tacky tribal tattoos some guys get. But she didn’t want to embarrass herself by asking what they said.
“Fine,” he repeated, not moving her but not suddenly begging her to stay.
She sniffled, leaning back, but then thought to hell with it, and rushed forward to kiss his shoulder. One of the swirls around there looked like the moon and a star; they called to her.
Luc sighed like he was being relieved of pain. But he didn’t wrap his arms around her. He didn’t tell her to stop, either.
Feeling some confidence rise, she kissed another tattoo and pulled herself closer so that her breasts were brushing his chest every time. “I don’t know why I can’t just accept the obviousness that you don’t want me, so you better tell me to leave or throw me off your bed if you want me to stop.”
Luc said nothing.
She peeked at him, her heartwarming with how he watched her. He was going to be cold, but she would crack him.
Another kiss, this one on his chest, but she lifted her head and leaned forward, bringing her lips closer to his and waiting for the word or for him to truly throw her. He didn’t.
She released a shaky breath and kissed the corner of his mouth, nuzzling him. “I’m going to show you what I wanted to, now. Last chance.”
He stayed perfectly still, so she pressed a firmer kiss to the same spot. Just a promise between them. A tease of what she felt for him.
She moved to his chin instead of his lips, determined to tease him too. The faint twitch of his lips excited her, so she moved to his neck. He shivered a tiny bit as she kissed lower and lower. Every tattoo that called to her, it received a kiss or a timid lick. Until, finally, she was at his waistband. He was wearing gray sweatpants, and she totally saw the outline of his dick.
Nervously, she palmed him, internally giddy that he was allowing it, and incredibly turned on that his cock stirred beneath her shaking hand. When he was hard enough, she gripped him and slid down.
Oh, she couldn’t believe he was letting her do this, and she couldn’t believe she had her boyfriends downstairs, waiting for her—knowing she was in here with Luc.
Jane peeked up, her lips parting as he gave the faintest of thrusts into her palm. “I probably can’t make you finish,” she told him.
“Giving up already?”
She glowered at him and tugged his pants to free his erection. It stood, seeking her attention, and she did what she had with her boys, just in a more seductive way compared to the frenzy of wild sex they’d shared.
Her tongue darted out, and his hand came down. Finally, she reveled in the soft caress and licked again.
“Focus on the head,” he murmured in a strained tone. “Use your hand to help you until you can go deep.”
Jane got into a better position, but she wanted to show off, and she went down as far as she could without gagging. His hand tightened in her hair, and he breathed out as she repeated the action again and again.
“Suck the head harder,” he said, but he pushed her head down again and held her there for a few seconds before pulling her up enough to do as he’d instructed. She’d seen David react positively to the tip being sucked harder, and it was clearly the right thing to do as Luc’s hips jerked and he fisted her hair. “Hard and shorter bobs. Use your hands.”
She moaned, making him do the same. It thrilled her, and she squeezed her legs together when her core tingled. The whole time, she obeyed his instructions, moaning whenever he seemed to lose a bit of control.
Luc growled. “You swallow every drop,” he said, shoving her head down as streams of his hot seed went down her throat.
She gagged but moaned as he let out a beast-like noise. There was panic at not being released and fear she’d puke on him, but she was so excited to have made him come. She’d cracked the cold Luc Godson, and he was now running his fingers through her hair as he gently lifted her off him.
He inspected her, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, and he wiped hers away. “Good girl.”
“Thought I was your queen,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath.
Luc reached toward the bedside table for the water bottle there, and he handed it to her. “I thought I told you we were over.”
Jane swallowed the water, glaring at him with as much anger as she could muster.
He smiled a real smile. “There’s my queen.” Then he leaned forward and kissed her. It was rough and short, but he cupped her cheek. “Smile for me.”
/> “After you’ve been a jerk?” Still, she smiled at his affection.
He chuckled darkly. “And you are a stubborn little queen who has a thing for jerks. I suggest you grow up a bit, as mistreatment is always unacceptable. Allow any man to be a complete ass to those around him, but never the woman he cherishes. Remember that, Jane. Now, give me the marker you have sticking out of your back pocket.”
She grinned, handing it to him as she once more crawled onto his lap.
“One day . . .” Luc didn’t finish what he was saying and pushed her hair behind her ear before sliding finger down her neck, between her breasts, and to her stomach, touching every signature. “I will not join them any time soon, Jane.” He snatched up her wrist and turned it, kissing the inside skin. “Come to me when you desire to see me, and I will do the same. When I feel like it, I will attend your couplings with them, but I won’t promise to join in.”
“So, I’m your girlfriend?” She didn’t smile, but she watched a gorgeous one come and go on his lips.
“You’re my queen. Always have been.” He swiftly signed his name to the inside of her wrist, blew the ink and kissed it, nipping her flesh before releasing her.
That’s when she noticed his busted lip, swollen knuckles, and some bruising in various places beneath the tattoos. “What happened to you?” She immediately touched his lips. “Luc, who did this?”
“It’s none of your concern.” He gritted his teeth together. “You should get dressed and meet the others now. We are finished.”
“Finished?”
“With our intimacy today, yes.” He squeezed her ass. “I’ll call you when it is a good time to see each other.”
“You’re not going to tell me who did this to you?”
His eyes barely flicked to his laptop, and she was so ready to slap him.
“Fine, jerk. You want to tell me not to be treated badly, but you’re basically saying I’ll be your booty call when you’re not working.” She scrambled off his lap and snatched up her shirt, roughly yanking it over her head. “Here.” She picked up his laptop and considered throwing it until she spotted what screen he had open. “Hospitalized and in critical condition . . .” She looked at Luc, her breathing hitching as she read the short article on a developing story: Sexual Assault and abduction suspects being held at the county jail were found clinging to life in their cells. The investigation into the attackers was still underway.