Greeting each other near the rotten stump, Lauren was home again, in Zander's arms. Another man’s strong hands held her from behind. She exhaled and relaxed between the men who loved her.
This time, as the world slipped from view, Lauren barely noticed. The transition between one world and the next had become second nature very easily. Even the emptiness of the in-between didn’t bother her.
“You wear the chlamys,” a voice whispered into Lauren’s ear. The heat of her breath and the low, sultry notes dove from Lauren’s ear straight to her groin. She throbbed. “It suits you.”
“I wouldn’t want to wear anything else,” Lauren whispered back.
The men’s presence filled her, lighting up the dark places in her soul. It assured Lauren she’d made the right choice.
Aunt Lori and Uncle Joe couldn’t understand, and she didn’t expect them to, but they listened to her with open minds as she turned the feelings in her heart into words.
They listened and tried to understand. She explained as best she was able. As an adult, when it came down to it, she was responsible for her own life. No matter how hard it was to step away from the family and the familiar, the time had come to forge a new path alone. Forging her own life didn't mean cutting all ties with her beloved relatives.
“Tell me,” Zander said as the hut appeared around them. The pup who’d previously stood by Lauren’s feet, darted out from beneath her cloak and joined her brothers as they lazed by the fire. “Is this a goodbye? Are we to part?”
“Never,” Lauren promised. She let her head roll back, exposing her neck. The man behind her kissed the skin there, greedily. “I never want to say goodbye to you again. We’ve already been apart for too long, and my life is incomplete without you in it.”
The fire in the center of the hut cast flickering shadows. Lauren let her gaze roam the room, Jasper’s room, noticing the way the light played with the darkness. This place had seemed homely and familiar from the first time she'd woken up here. Whatever it was about this place, a previous home, Sparta, Greece? Lauren wasn't sure, but it was her home now.
She also noticed Greg sitting on the bench watching her. Watching her between his two friends. Zander in front, Jasper behind. Their firm bodies sandwiching her between their strength and heat.
After hundreds of years, her soul had found its way back to these men, and now it would never leave again.
Zander’s kisses grew ravenous. He nuzzled against the crook of Lauren’s neck, then nipped it. Lauren drew in a startled gasp, but the pain was short-lived. It bloomed into pleasure, spreading through her like a flower opening its petals to the sun. Lauren let the feeling grow, savoring each of the men’s kisses and aware of Greg not nude and stationary, just sitting, and watching.
She’d never want to miss this.
While Zander continued to kiss her, she was aware of Jasper stepping back and undressing her. She hadn’t set eyes on him yet, but felt his hands over her body as he removed one garment after another until she stood completely naked.
It was the first time for her to appear so undressed before all three of them at once.
Zander traced along her bare hips, feeling the bone there before dipping inward to follow her abdomen all the way down. By the time his fingertips arrived at the nest of hair that sheltered Lauren’s sex, she was incredibly aroused.
Jasper’s fingers had traced a similar route behind her, just dipping into the crack of her ass and stimulating the multiple of pleasurable nerve ends there.
Her body responded naturally and craved the men's touch more than ever.
“I love you,” Zander whispered as his fingers brushed over the mound. “I have been in love with you for centuries.”
“I love you, too.” Lauren closed her eyes and let the words take root inside her. One day she'd ask how many centuries. She was loved and cherished. What else could she want? “I can’t choose anything but to spend the rest of my life with you. All of you.”
“The rest of your life?” Zander chuckled. He nipped at the ridge of Lauren’s ear. “Beloved, if you will have us, we shall be together for the rest of time. The gods can offer you immortality.”
Immortality. Lauren shivered.
The three men and her previous incarnation had spent hundreds of years together, but Lauren also knew a powerful magic had resurrected her from the dead. This time around took no dramatic sacrifice, no harrowing death, and no exertion of power. At that moment, it was just them and their raw desires.
Nothing more.
Somehow, that made the promise all the more real.
The men weren’t keeping Lauren because they were obligated to, but because their hearts wanted this. And Lauren's heart's desire was completely in tune.
Silent tears streamed down Lauren’s cheeks, and as they did, Zander stopped. He lifted his fingers from where they covered her pussy and held Lauren flush against his chest instead. “You shed tears.”
At this, Jasper put his arms around her and stepped closer to her once again.
“It’s okay,” Lauren promised. She wiped away the tears and smiled with every ounce of love she had. “I’m happy, that’s all. I’m crying because I’m happy.” She turned her head to look directly at Greg, including him, and then twisted in their arms so she could see Jasper too.
“Happy?” Zander asked.
“To be home,” Lauren said, hoarse. She choked back a sob, the resolve she had left crumbled. Flashes of her past life returned in bursts and flashes.
She foraged with Alex late in the afternoon as the sun set, laughing at a joke Alex didn’t understand. She kept a watchful eye, along with Casper, on the prime fire burning in the courtyard, ensuring it never burned out. She curled up against Greg’s chest as the night turned cool, the woolen blankets and body heat warming them. She stood by, heartbroken, as Casper knelt beside one of their wolves and stroked its head as it passed.
Home.
Centuries of memories. Thousands of shared moments that had shaped Lauren’s existence. Millions of minutes in which she’d looked at her three men and fallen in love.
Lauren didn’t know if she’d ever regain her memories fully, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to. Here and now, she could fall in love all over again, like it was their first time.
That love already filled her—now Lauren wanted it to lead them to a shared future.
Zander took her by the hand and led her to the bed. She nestled into the sheets, savoring their softness against her bare skin before Zander lowered himself down on top and claimed all the attention for himself.
Jasper stroked her leg, and she was aware of Greg coming over to join them.
Zander kissed the trails of tears from Lauren’s cheeks, then sealed their lips together. The familiar taste of his mouth enchanted Lauren, and she kissed back with everything she had. In many ways, her body remembered what her mind didn’t. Not only was Lauren aroused from his presence, but she knew the man's kiss better than she had any right to.
What of the other men?
Every intimate encounter since her rescue had been with only one man.
Fragments of her memories were flooding back.
She couldn’t exactly see her memories as visions, but she remembered now, how the four of them were so often intimate all together. She didn’t need to worry about jealousy between them. She didn’t need to try to entertain them all. The love between the four of them was greater than that.
The men loved each other too, would die for each other. Had, in fact, loved each other in their first lives. They’d died for each other too, when defending Greece at Thermopylae over two thousand years ago. Died too young. Died before they had taken wives.
She didn’t remember everything, but suddenly she remembered odd details of things she once knew.
Just as Alex knew her body and all the best ways to please it.
No not Alex, Zander. He called himself Zander now.
His lips traveled from Lauren’s lips to her jaw. With
a press of her nose, he encouraged Lauren to turn her head. Lauren obeyed, and he peppered her skin with hot kisses and grazed his teeth across Lauren’s neck.
It was heaven.
His kisses dipped lower, along the pronounced ridge of Lauren’s clavicle, then down her sternum. The shallow breaths Lauren took disturbed her chest greatly, and she tried to hold her breath to keep Zander on track. She lifted her head to observe as he kissed across her breasts, then ran his tongue over one of Lauren’s nipples. The breath Lauren had been holding burst from the back of her throat, and she ran a hand around the back of his head to hold him in place.
Her soul was used to the touch, but her body wasn’t.
Previously, Zander taught Lauren about pleasure as no one else before him. Each new sensation was a discovery.
“Alex,” Lauren panted. “Oh my god. Sorry, wrong name.”
He grinned against the pebble, and Lauren squirmed. It wasn’t right, to feel this good. When the man touched her like that, it was easy to forget her fears.
Their bodies were made for each other, and their souls were connected through means Lauren couldn’t begin to understand.
Jasper and Greg, came to lie down either side of her. Applying kisses to either side of her neck and face while their hands caressed her body.
She belonged to them all, and they belonged to her in turn. There was no alternative way in this life.
Zander worked his tongue in small, quick circles. When he’d teased enough that all Lauren could do was surrender with a moan, Zander continued to nip and tug. Red-hot ecstasy scorched Lauren from the inside, and she twisted and cried out in sudden pleasure as he drove her further into lust.
Hearing Lauren’s cry, the pup scrambled out from the wolf pile and jumped into the pile of furs. Lauren saw a flash of gray before the wolf was in her face, nosing against Lauren’s cheek, panting. All three men lifted their heads and looked at the pup. Jasper lifted her by the scruff to set her outside of the furs.
The comic interruption made Lauren burst out laughing.
“She’ll need to learn the difference between when you are in danger and when you are in bed with us,” Jasper said sternly.
The words and tone made Lauren's sex heat and pulsate. Even so, she laughed harder. It struck her deep inside and refused to be shaken, even when Jasper pinned her back onto the bed. It wasn’t until he silenced her laughter with a kiss that she pulled herself together, and even then, she struggled to return his affection without snorting.
Jasper broke the kiss, looking down at Lauren. “Is this how it’ll be, now?”
“Hmm. It was just funny.” Lauren struggled not to laugh. “I bet if it weren't you in bed with me, she would’ve gone right for your throat instead of checking to see if I was okay first.”
“If it were not one of us in bed with you, I would want her to,” Jasper's eyebrows rose and his lips pursed.
The other men nodded heads in agreement. Greg pressed up against her other side. Zander between her legs, his head a few inches above her crotch.
Lauren stuck out her tongue. “Jealous much?”
“Indeed. We recovered you from death and waited for your soul to return for hundreds of years,” Jasper reminded her. “We won't stand for another creature threatening you.”
“It must’ve been killing you to think I would leave,” Lauren said. She brushed her lips against Jasper's. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“I believe in you. We all do. Whatever choice you made, we believed it would be the right one. And here you are.”
Jasper rolled them over, allowing Lauren to lie on top of his chest. The rocking motion awoke Lauren’s libido, and she automatically pushed her hips forward. It took little instinctive movement on her part. She tilted her pelvis and rocked against him. His cock tapped her slit in a way that sent erotic shivers through her body and left her breathless.
She was pretty sure a little more rocking and his cock would slide in to her unaided.
“I want you,” Jasper breathed. “Please, beloved.”
Lauren’s cheeks flushed
She knew pleasure was waiting.
This was what she wanted. This was all she wanted. Lauren didn’t regret her choice for a second.
For the first time, she was on her own, free to live however she wanted.
Free to spend her life with any or all of these men, if that was what her heart told her to do.
However, Zander hadn't moved from his position and she felt his hands on her pussy. The fingers on her clit must have been Zander’s but the thick, long, hard cock smoothly gliding into her must have been Jasper’s.
As if that wasn’t going to give her pleasure enough. Zander’s wet tongue began to circle her asshole, cycling in decreasing orbits until it lapped at and into it.
Explosions of joy began to erupt inside her. Pleasure like she’d not know in this life, but had experienced before built up rapidly to a climax. The first of many she’d have surrounded by three men. She reached out for Greg so as to hold him in her hands.
“The orgasm ripped through her like a tornado. Good feelings, memory fragments, heartfelt emotions flashed before her closed eyes. The sound in her ears, however, was deep and primitive and Jasper.
“Been so long and it’s so good.” He groaned as he held still, his body tense above her. Just seconds after her own orgasm subsided he came inside her.
Her heart pounded hard.
She’d come but was ready for so much more, for her the first orgasm was just the stepping on the bottom rung of a ladder. She didn’t have to think about what next, though. These men knew her too well.
As Jasper’s softening dick worked its way out, behind her Zander eased her forward and slipped his own length into the empty space. She smiled down at Jasper and kissed him. He might be the man under her but a different man was inside her.
As Zander’s movements changed from long, slow and graceful to harder and faster. Hitting the special places inside over and over. Lifting her body up, she braced herself for each inward thrust when her hanging breasts would slide over Jasper’s chest.
It was not long before she was calling out Zander’s name on instinct. “Alex! Fuck me, Alex!”
When her multiple climaxes subsided Zander stilled and shuddered behind her, filling her with more. And when she stood the liquid dribbled from her cunt and ran down her thighs.
With lust in his eye’s Greg took her arm and guided her from the bed. “I’ve missed this more than you can imagine,” he said.
When they were stood next to the bench Greg turned her so she had her back to him and pushed his knee between her legs persuading her to part her legs wider. He sat down and pulled her down on top of him. She lowered her wet cunt over his hard cock.
“Feels so good,” he moaned.
“Looks it from here too,” Jasper called out.
The two sated men in the audience rested beside each other on the bed, Jasper’s arm slung casual about Zander’s shoulders as they leaned against each other and watched. They were still interested.
“I don’t remember chains,” Lauren announced, and instantly regretted the inappropriate timing.
“What?” asked Greg. He put his hands on her hips pulling her fully down on him and holding her still.
“I remember only little bits of our past together. Like a series of pictures, but some are missing. Now I see chains everywhere. These adamantos chains. You were carrying them when we met. But in my memories there’s only rope.”
Jasper and Zander looked at each other with a wicked smile. They raised up from the bed and sauntered toward her.
“Do you remember cars or planes or anything else from modern day in your old memories?” ask Jasper.
Greg’s fingers slipped around to the front of her and ghosted over her wet slit.
“No.” She breathed heavily. This wasn’t the time for any conversation that wasn’t about sex. Perhaps they’d work out what she remembered.
“You’v
e been gone a very long time, before cars and phones and chains. Or at least before we used chains,” Zander said.
“You remember the rope?” Jasper winked.
“Yes.” Breathless with desire, Greg’s fingers, not helping her straighten her thoughts, she nodded.
Jasper fell to his knees between her legs, mouth inches from her wet throbbing clit. “You liked it when we tied you up with rope and took turns fucking you. No wonder you remember that.”
Zander stood next to her with one foot up on the bench. “You’ve been gone hundreds of years but we haven’t forgotten what you like.” His recovering dick was already half hard and for the first time she had the chance to look at the piercings. Silver balls and hoops adorned his cock head. She’d have a life time ahead of her to get to know more about them. For now, she wanted to lick around the crown and run her tongue over every piece of metal there.
Metal clinked against her teeth when she welcomed his decorated cock into her mouth. It sounded loud in her head.
When she reached for his cock, naturally she raised herself up Greg’s shaft and Jasper’s mouth began to work its magic. With Zander in her face she couldn’t see what Jasper was doing, she could only feel. He licked up and down her slit, between the folds of skin and right down to where Greg’s cock entered her.
When Greg came inside her. More fragments of memories and mingled with emotion filled her head. It was as if she hadn’t just missed these men as companions but having them as lovers was essential to her well being. It made sense as she only had life because of them.
For the rest of time, they’d do this, Lauren realized. Nights in bed spent seducing each other, hot and sweaty beneath the sheets. Mornings curled up together, groping, kissing, and wanting more.
She’d graduated from high school expecting a mediocre life with few prospects, and now she was committed to an eternity with an immortal family and who wielded great magical power.
The rest of time was theirs to share.
Lauren didn’t think she could ever want for anything again.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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