The Choice (Doms of Her Life: Heavenly Rising Book 1)

by Shayla Black

  His head swam. His heart roared. His dick screamed.

  Fuck, he could barely breathe.

  It was time.

  Seth pressed his cock to her rosette. He gently squeezed his wide crest in, just against her tiny ring. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Hell, he’d be lucky if he didn’t come like a teenager the second he felt her close around him.

  “Seth…” She tossed her head back, skeins of her pale hair spilling everywhere.

  “Hold on to me,” Beck commanded. “Breathe out as he slides in. Exhale and push down.”

  She arched, flattening her hips. “Like that? Is it going to hurt?”

  “Just like that.” Seth brushed his thumbs across the small of her back. “If it doesn’t blow your mind, angel, I’m doing something wrong.”

  He rocked forward, pushing harder against her rim as he spread her cheeks with his hands. God, he’d never wedged his cock inside anyone so small. Sweat collected on his brow. His muscles screamed as he eased deeper.

  Finally, his crest penetrated Heavenly’s tight ring. A cry of shock tore from her throat as he submerged himself completely into her scalding heat. The air left his lungs as he bottomed out.

  His heaven on earth had welcomed him completely inside her hot, silken body.

  “No pain, angel?” he croaked.

  “None.” Her breath sounded uneven as she plunged and swayed between them experimentally. “I feel so full. It’s…”

  “What?” Seth barked. If she needed him to pull out, he’d have to do it now. He wasn’t even moving yet, but the pressure and ripple of her narrow opening had every nerve in his cock lit up like fucking fireworks. His balls ached. He squeezed her hips tighter, fighting the compulsion to rock back, then thrust deeper. “What is it?”

  Heavenly gripped Beck’s shoulders and slid her lips up his neck until they rested near his ear. “Amazing. I feel”—she gasped when Beck fucked into her again—“taken.”

  And she clearly liked it.

  Seth cursed. “Because you are.”

  Playtime was over. This newly awakened, sensually aware Heavenly was exciting the fuck out of him. He might have entered this bedroom believing he was going to claim her, but she clearly intended to claim them, too. Her little speech about not seeing a future with them? Yeah, he was calling bullshit. She belonged between them, igniting every power-hungry fuse in their Dominant brains.

  He nodded Beck’s way, letting the man know he was good to go. The doctor jerked his head in understanding and began to rock his hips. Then when he retreated, Seth surged. Back and forth, they worked wordlessly and found their rhythm.

  Heavenly clutched and clung, making the most delightful and desperate noises. Seth bent and dragged his lips across her back as he hurtled himself inside her burning, velvety passage, digging his fingers into her soft hips and sinking his teeth into her neck.

  She wailed in need, a shiver wracking her, before she flipped a glance over her shoulder at him. Their stares fused, her hooded eyes ravenous.

  He gave her what she craved, filling her with stroke after ruthless stroke. Each thrust shoved her down onto Beck and forced her to take them both deeper. It sent her clit grinding against the man with a friction that had her fighting for breath. Her clasp tightened. The pressure became unbearable. Fuck, she was already shredding his control.

  Seth caught the same agony contorting Beck’s face. And when she arched and tossed her head, her hair tangled in his fingers. More aching need rushed to his cock. On the surface, she seemed so shy and delicate…but here she was, reveling in her blossoming sexuality like a force of nature. Her throaty cries, glowing skin, and tiny pulses… Her pheromones saturated the air. Christ, he felt drunk on her, like he was losing his mind for her. Like he would do anything to keep her.

  Apparently her pussy wasn’t the only thing voodoo about her.

  “Fucking perfect,” Beck choked out.

  Seth agreed. Tonight felt nothing like the time he and Liam had sandwiched some forgettable sub between them and had a thoroughly awkward screw. Why did this feel so much righter? The answer dredged up implications he couldn’t ignore.

  “Christ, yes,” Seth snarled, fucking her even harder than the stroke before. “I want more.”

  She bit her lip and sent him another stare. “Good. I love you both inside me.”

  Then she was milking them—deliberately or not—with a fiery hunger that made him feel wild and ready to crawl out of his skin. He fought impatience. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she needed to stop inciting him. She needed to stop turning him on so much that she turned him inside out.

  Suddenly, she arched and let out a long-suffering wail as she thrashed between them, clutching them both in a crushing, pulsing grip. “I’m… Oh… Coming!”

  Heavenly’s cries sliced through him as she bucked and shuddered. Seth closed his eyes, threw back his head, and gritted his teeth for restraint, fucking her through her orgasm with abandon.

  She was euphoria, rapture—everything he hadn’t dared to dream possible.

  She was stripping his soul bare.

  She was stealing his fucking heart.

  For a fleeting moment, he locked eyes with Beck, wondering if he, too, felt the magnitude of their connection. A tear chased its way down the side of the man’s face, disappearing into his hairline, and Seth had his answer.

  “I know, man.” He nodded in mutual understanding. Beck had been nothing but a thorn in his side for months. Now, they were inexplicably tied together by this woman who had sideswiped his defenses and captured him, body and soul. “Same for me.”

  No denying anymore that he was in love with Heavenly. They both were…and probably had been for a while. The realization was exhilarating…and terrifying. She had the power to hurt him—something he hadn’t given any woman in eight long years. But then, no one else had managed to get under his skin. He didn’t know how or when or why this one was different. All he knew for certain was that she belonged to them.

  Neither man had wanted or planned to share Heavenly. But Seth didn’t doubt this was how their relationship was meant to be. True, they might have stripped the choice from her. But in return, they’d chosen what would be best for them all.

  As Heavenly continued to tremble and whimper, Beck thrust deep inside her. “Again.”

  Seth increased his tempo as he plucked her nipples and nipped at her neck. “Give it to us.”

  Heavenly withheld nothing as she shared their rhythm, sucking them in deeper than ever, a chorus of moans, grunts, and sighs melding around them.

  “C’mon. I want your hot pussy melting all over my dick, little girl.”

  “I-I can’t hold back. It’s…too…much. I-I…need…” Her desperate words rang between them, a perfect searing plea that sent goose bumps rippling across Seth’s skin and need shuttling straight to his cock.

  His balls drew up tight and hard. “I can’t hold back, either.”

  “Fuck. I’m losing it, too,” Beck growled.

  The man thrust up harder, his balls slapping with Seth’s as he shoved inside her.

  Heavenly went wild. Her screams became high-pitched howls. The tension straining and flowing between them pulsed like a living thing, setting Seth’s every cell on fire. He clenched his jaw as the pleasure from her rippling, clutching tunnel, threatened to unravel him. Every muscle strained as he soared to the peak and detonated into a fucking million pieces with a mighty growl.

  Heavenly followed him, screaming and clamping down around their cocks like a goddamn irresistible vise.

  Beck’s throaty roar and jerky thrusts said he’d followed them over.

  Their mirrored shouts of ecstasy bounced around the room, lodged into both strong and soft flesh as they curled and clung together and rode out the storm.

  When he came down from the euphoria, a whole pile of oh, shit should have been waiting for him. He was in love? Willing to engage in a long-term ménage? Yep. And weirdly, the realizations brought h
im nothing but peace. His earthly angel was everything. He and Beck were better men with her. Sure, nothing was perfect. They still had challenges—mostly her father and her promise to the dying man. But for the first time in what felt like forever, he was willing to go to the mat and do whatever it took to hold them together.

  Heavenly sighed in sublime, exhausted satisfaction. Seth pressed his lips to her shoulder, running his thumb over the slightly tender spot where he’d bitten her. Inspecting it? Beck cupped her face and looked into her eyes, his so dark and solemn. So full of gravity. So full of something that looked like love.

  Her heart skipped and stuttered. “Beck?”

  “Happy, little girl?”

  A smile stretched across her face, wider than any she’d ever had, seeming to reach both ears. “I didn’t know I could feel that good. I didn’t even know what to want or hope my first time would be like, but you two gave it to me. It was perfect.”

  “I don’t ever want you to regret giving your innocence to me.” He nodded up at Seth. “To us.”

  “Impossible.”

  She dropped her head and kissed him, reveling in the fact that after long months of waiting and wondering, after everything they’d been through together, she was free to press her lips to his. That she could feel him still firm and filling her. Surrounding her.

  Same with Seth. With a parting buss for Beck, she turned to meet his stare over her shoulder. She was used to seeing charming Seth, wry Seth, aroused Seth. This was the first time she could remember seeing just Seth—the man underneath. Nothing about his stare now was flirty or witty or excited. That look told her everything had changed, not only for him but for them all.

  She felt that in her heart, too. It had been weeks since she acknowledged the girlish love she felt for them. Tonight, that love felt a lot less innocent and a lot more mature. Not strictly because they’d had sex but because she’d seen their true characters. These were men of honor, integrity, honesty. They were men she could rely on.

  Now she just had to be brave enough to let herself do it.

  Her father wouldn’t like it…but he didn’t understand. She hoped, in time, he would. It would take her a while to wrap her head around it, too. Especially since they were Dominants and they wanted her. She definitely wasn’t ready for commitment—for marriage and babies—but she also didn’t know how the heck she was supposed to walk away from these two men who had captured her heart and now cradled her soul in their hands.

  “Angel?” Seth’s stare searched her, full of concern.

  She’d worry about the jumble of questions and problems later. After all, she didn’t have to have answers today or even tomorrow. All she had to do was take things as she’d been doing, one day at a time…

  “Everything is great,” she promised. “I must be the luckiest girl in Los Angeles.”

  “I’m feeling pretty lucky, too.” Seth pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, then gently withdrew from her backside.

  She’d never given much thought to a man having sex with her…there. But she’d liked it. The slightly forbidden thrill of being taken, even ravished, still made her shiver. And Beck taking her virginity with such unexpected reverence, followed by stunning passion, had her feeling soft and needy again.

  Tomorrow, she really would have to thank River for refusing her.

  “Up.” Beck tapped at her thigh. “Let’s get you clean and talk.”

  “I’ll get hot towels,” Seth volunteered, thumbing toward the bathroom. “Everything I need in there?”

  “Yeah. I can help you, man.”

  “I got it.”

  Heavenly gingerly lifted herself from Beck’s softening penis, surprised to find she was more than a teensy bit sore. She was also surprised to see blood on the condom. “Let me. Please. I need to, um…use the ladies’ room.”

  And despite every naughty, amazing thing they’d done with and to her tonight, she found herself blushing.

  Beck rose and, like Seth, disposed of his condom. They both chuckled at her.

  “Don’t laugh…” She crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously.

  “Don’t hide.” Beck uncrossed her arms and held her wrists firmly at her side. “I love that you’re still my blushing little girl.”

  Her flush only turned hotter. “I don’t think I’m a little girl anymore.”

  “To me, you always will be.”

  Beside him, Seth nodded. “He’s right. My sweet heaven on earth.”

  When they both wrapped their arms around her and moved in for kisses, she backed away. “No more yet. I’m sticky and…” And she would have sworn she felt a trickle of something that was probably blood running down her thigh. “Sore. And hungry. I never got to eat the sandwich I packed for my dinner break.”

  Seth stepped back with a sigh. “Get clean. We’ll rustle up food.”

  “I’ll do it. I don’t mind,” she called as she plucked her clothes from the floor and headed toward the bathroom.

  “The staples in the place are running a little low,” Beck hollered from the refrigerator. “How about we call for pizza?”

  “Give me a minute,” she called.

  She shut the door, flipped on the light, and fished out a few towels. As she waited at the sink for hot water, she looked in the mirror. Except for the tangled hair, she didn’t look any different. But she felt different, like the universe had shifted and she suddenly understood so many of its best secrets.

  She clutched a dry towel to her chest and smiled. Lots of things had gone so wrong lately…and yet she couldn’t remember ever being so happy.

  “Psst. Hey, man,” Seth murmured. “Um, who the fuck was that?”

  “You noticed it, too?”

  “Kind of hard to miss. Man…”

  Who were they talking about? Her?

  “I had no fucking idea under all those blushes that she was a goddamn siren.” Beck sighed. “I wasted months thinking I’d scare the hell out of her—”

  “Me, too. And she turned into a vamp. I was balls deep inside her and she was flirting. She was almost demanding more. God, I can’t wait to give it to her again.”

  “Think we can get in a quickie before the pizza comes?”

  Heavenly covered her giggle behind her hand. So she’d surprised them? Delighted them a little bit, too, from the sounds of it. Thank goodness they weren’t disappointed. In the back of her head, she’d worried she wouldn’t know enough or be pretty enough to please them. But their eagerness to be with her again was far more than she’d expected. And it was a thrill.

  “I think I’d like to give it a hell of a try,” Seth drawled.

  “You know, we have to keep a lid on this shit,” Beck whispered. “If she figures out how damn hard we are for her, she’s going to try to lead us around by our dicks.”

  “Good point.”

  She stifled another laugh. That hadn’t actually occurred to her, but now that they’d suggested it…it did sound like fun.

  Finally, the water in the basin started steaming. She doused the hand towel and wrung it out, then washed herself, gently wiping away layers of lube and blood and traces of semen from her thighs. Then she used the toilet, threw on her clothes, and tried to wrestle her hair into something that didn’t look so wild.

  But it was hopeless, so she gave up, deciding she’d rather have hot food than a pretty hairdo.

  When she stepped out of the bathroom, they both stood in the bedroom in various states of undress. Seth had found his underwear among the pile of discarded clothing and donned them. The visual of his hard, ripped body had her holding in a sigh. Beck stood stark naked, reading his phone. His muscled derrière and wide, inked back made her wonder if food could wait just a bit longer…

  They both turned, looked her way.

  “Why are you dressed?” Seth didn’t look pleased.

  “I know Beck said he’d order a pizza, but I want real food, and I can’t cook naked.”

  He paused and cocked his head as if he was
envisioning that. Then he nodded. “Yeah, you can. I’d like that.”

  “I’m all about naked.” Beck bobbed his head.

  She gaped at them. “What on earth—”

  The emergency tone on her phone rang. Her dad. Her heart stopped. He would only be calling this late at night if something was wrong.

  Heavenly raced for her purse, panicked. Where had she left it? The noise was coming from somewhere near the foyer. Had she dropped it there when Seth’s kisses had begun to overheat and overwhelm her?

  As she darted around the corner, she found the little secondhand lavender shoulder bag on the floor and tore into it, yanking her phone free from the confines with trembling hands. “Dad?”

  “Ms. Young?” asked an unfamiliar male.

  In the background, she could hear what sounded like a commotion, footsteps pounding, machines beeping. “Yes. Where’s my dad? What’s going on?”

  “He was trying to call you and…something’s happened. We need you to come immediately.”

  Her breathing stopped. Her chest felt as if he’d stomped on it. “What’s wrong with him?”

  “I don’t know. But you may not have much time.”

  “I’ll be there in five minutes.” She managed to sound coherent.

  Inside, she was falling apart. After a relapse, he never had another one this quickly. It was usually months, at least weeks. He’d usually rebound and feel better for a while and…

  “Beck. Seth.” She tried to yell. Her vocal cords didn’t want to work. She ran toward the bedroom but turned to find them both standing in the kitchen, faces sober and grave.

  They’d heard.

  Heavenly tried not to cry, tried not to think the worst. “I need to go.”

  “We’ll go with you,” Seth assured. “I’ll be dressed in one minute.”

  She shook her head. “No time. It’s three blocks away. I can run and—”

  “It’s faster if we drive you.” Beck shook his head. “I can make things happen. You want me there. No arguments.”