Wickedly Twisted: Fairy Tales for Adults

by Davis, Lia;

  “You could try.” She halted at Nick’s words and spun around to face off with him. That’s when he noticed her nipple piercings. They almost distracted him, but he alphaed-up and before she could get a word out, he spoke, his voice much harsher than he’d anticipated thanks to those fucking sexy piercings. “Defy me, Celia, and I’ll stop you with force if necessary. Then I’ll tie you to a chair in the kitchen with your legs spread wide. We’ll take turns getting you to the edge of an orgasm and stopping, only to start all over again.”

  Celia stared at him without blinking for a long moment before moving her gaze to Dex and Simon and serving them with the same unflinching glower. Like looking into the sun, Nick wanted to lower his gaze and give in to her, but… I am alpha, goddamn it! Better if she accepted his status now.

  Nick walked to her and halted when only the hard tips of her nipples touched the linen of his shirt. He knew each inhalation would drag them across his chest, exciting her more. “The only way you’re coming any time soon is if one of us gives it to you, or your pussy, ass, and mouth is wrapped around our dicks.”

  “Fine.” A little shudder shimmied through her body. Her nostrils flared, and he swore he felt those berry tipped nipples tighten against his chest. “I’m hungry.”

  “Me too.” Dex eyed her. “But I’m guessing pussy isn’t on the menu.”

  Chapter Nine

  Simon

  “Tell me how you got into this mess with your dad.” Nick pulled out a chair and motioned for Celia to sit as Simon grabbed a carton of eggs and Dex nabbed the frying pan.

  “I want my shirt back.” Crossing her arms over her breasts, she glanced about the room. It was wide-open with only the bar dividing the living from the kitchen space, and she stood behind the bar, hiding her nudity from their gaze.

  “My shirt.” Simon winked at her, and a sexy blush hit her cheeks.

  “No clothes. That’s your punishment, remember?” Nick unbuttoned the top few buttons on his dress-shirt and loosened his tie.

  Simon fisted the neckline of his shirt and tugged the garment over his head. “Now we’re both shirtless.”

  Celia gaped at him, her gaze traveling his lean frame. “Do all those tats mean something?”

  “You have to come out of hiding before I’ll answer that.”

  She shook her head and sent a curious glance about their domain.

  “She’s joining us in the kitchen and lowering her arms.” At Nick’s threat, her gaze catapulted to him. “We can revisit the tying you to the chair option.”

  “You’re a bastard.”

  Nick shrugged. “Been called worse. I also know what I want. Letting you hide from us isn’t an option.”

  “You like your eggs fried or scrambled, sweetheart?” Dex gave Nick a warning glance, but Simon knew their alpha wouldn’t back down.

  “Fried, please.” Her politeness teased a grin from Dex, and Simon gave a mental groan at her southern manners. Would she say please and thank you when they shoved their cocks inside her?

  Simon tossed bacon and ham on the counter and left the items to Dex’s control.

  “Join us, Celia.” Nick pressed with a wave of his hand to the chair.

  Simon snagged a bottle of beer from the fridge, twisted the lid off, and gulped the brew as he leaned a hip against the counter and eyed her, waiting to see what she’d do. Her gaze kept going between him and his housemates, and if he read the gleam in her eyes accurately she definitely wanted to balk at Nick’s request.

  “Celia…”

  At Nick’s warning tone, she shot out from behind the bar and tossed her hair over her shoulder to hang down her back. Leveling a stare on Nick, she lowered her arms, and Simon took her in.

  Society would call her chunky, but he thought her perfect with her curves and soft belly. Heavy breasts, with pierced, berry-stained nipples. He couldn’t wait to lick and suck on her tits. The nipple jewelry fueled his attraction, making him antsier to taste her.

  Bypassing the chair Nick offered, she strode straight for Simon, hips swaying in a provocative roll. He elevated his eyebrows when she stopped and plucked the beer bottle from his grasp. Holding his gaze, she tilted the longneck to her lips and sucked on the tip.

  Simon grinned. His bear gave her a purr, intrigued by her sauciness. “Do you know what happens when a woman steals a man’s beer, love?”

  “What?” She licked her lips.

  Fuck, but he wanted that tongue on his cock. From the corner of his eye, he caught Dex’s double take and Nick’s heady stare. Simon retrieved his beer from her grasp, finished off the brew, and buried both hands in her hair. He dragged her to her tiptoes as he lowered his head to settle his mouth over hers. She opened for him, and he fucked her mouth with his tongue until she whimpered.

  “Simon, make her squirm.”

  He knew what Nick wanted, get her close to the edge and back off. Any other time he’d enjoy the sexual torture, but he wanted inside her and wanted to get her off so bad, he fought his bear for control.

  Sliding his hands out of her hair, he dragged his palms down her back to cup her ass, tilting her pelvis so he could grind his jean-clad cock against her pussy.

  Wet heat drenched his denim, and she whispered, “Yes, please.”

  As he met her drowsy eyes, he said, “Nick, the look on her face… my bear’s too out of control for what you ask.”

  “Then give her what she wants, but no dick penetration.”

  The clatter of cookware signaled Dex’s surprise. “You’re giving in?”

  Simon met Nick’s gaze over the top of her head, sending him a silent ‘are you sure?’

  Nick flipped off Dex. “She picked you, Simon. If we give her a little of what she craves, she might be more amenable to answering my questions.”

  “She picked us when she bunked down in my bed,” he disagreed with his alpha. Turning his focus on Celia, he asked, “Want us to make you come?”

  She nodded. “I don’t understand, but I ache so bad, Simon. I can’t think clear. I smell you, I taste you…” Her fingers skimmed her lips as she stared at his mouth like she craved another round of kisses. “It’s like I can’t think of anything but fucking y’all.”

  “It’s the mating heat, sweetheart.” Dex turned off the stove and faced them.

  Vulnerability spread across her face, and grooves tore up her forehead. “Why aren’t y’all as affected by it, Dex?”

  Simon cupped her chin and turned her head so she had no choice but to look at him, greedy for her attention. “We are affected, but you’re getting a triple dose.”

  He kissed her until Dex tugged her head back by her hair and severed their union. “Simon doesn’t want to share you. Not that I blame him since you’re so fucking delectable.”

  Dex kissed her, and Simon bent his knees to suck on her nipples, toying with the stainless steel bars. With a little moan, she arched her spine shoving her breast into his mouth. As he lapped at her tight bud, she cried out, and her hips pitched against his belly. Simon cupped her breasts together and moved back and forth between them. At the abrupt tilt of her hips, he glanced at Dex, wondering what the other man did to instigate the reaction from her.

  Before Dex could respond, Nick commented from his seat at the table. “She likes the way you fuck her with your fingers, Dex.”

  Her nails dug into Simon’s shoulders. Judging by her expression, it wouldn’t take much for her to climax.

  Using his teeth, Simon tugged on the bar through her nipple one last time. “Keep fucking her with your fingers, Dex, and lick her asshole while I focus on her clit.”

  Dex required no further instructions, just went to his knees behind her. Simon caught the cheeks of her ass and spread them for Dex to reach the tight buttonhole of her backdoor.

  Her eyes went wide a moment later, and at such awe in her expression, Simon’s cock pulsed with need to bury inside her. “No one’s ever given you a rim job, love?”

  She shook her head.

  “G
lad we’re your first. Put your hands on the counter to stabilize yourself.” Celia followed his directions, and he dropped to his knees. Simon breathed in the musky scent of her pussy, and tightened his fingers on her ass cheeks.

  Dex’s two fingers pumped into her cunt, emerging wet, and turning all his knuckles glossy from her heat.

  Simon slanted his head enough he could lick her clitoris. The swollen nub jerked against his tongue, and she whimpered. He didn’t fuck around after that, but sucked and licked on her clit as Dex made slurping noises from the other side.

  When she began to fuck his tongue by rocking her hips, he knew her orgasm approached. One of her hands dove into his hair and clenched on the strands at the back of his head so hard his scalp stung as she held him against her twitching hips. If the wet noises were any indication, Dex had picked up the pace of his fingers too.

  She gave a startled cry. At first he thought she’d come, until he realized shock settled into her gaze.

  “Suck her clit harder, Simon. She’s clenching her asshole on my finger.”

  Ah… Dex had surprised her with a finger in her ass. Simon released her ass cheeks and thumbed the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the prize peeking from beneath its hood. His mate widened her stance granting him better access to her center.

  “Do you want Dex to stop?” Simon swirled his tongue around her clit without adding any direct touch to her throbbing nub.

  Celia shook her head hard enough her hair struck her cheeks. “I’m so close, please let me come.”

  Her jaw dropped, and a moan filled the room, right before Dex said, “I just gave her a second finger.”

  Simon settled into position and penetrated her cunt with two fingers. He could feel Dex’s rubbing against his through the thin membrane separating her two holes. Her thighs on either side of his head trembled. Simon spread her open once more and sucked her into his mouth. Her fingers clenched tighter in his hair, and the whimpers falling from her lips had his balls tightening up. Simon felt her hair hit his left cheek, and he peeked up. Head bent forward and eyes rounded, she panted as she stared at him.

  Celia came, her channel clenching on his fingers, coating them with her release.

  When her pleasure faded, she went boneless. Thankfully Nick was there to support her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as Simon felt Dex’s fingers leave her back passage. She still held Simon’s eyes as he removed his fingers from her cunt and sucked his middle finger into his mouth while Nick swung her into his arms and cradled her against his chest.

  Chapter Ten

  Celia

  Celia snuggled against the wall known as Nick, gawking at Simon while he cleaned his fingers of her essence. Jaysus. What an amazing orgasm. The best ever with Simon’s tongue rubbing all over her clit as Dex ass-fucked her with his fingers.

  “Finish cooking her meal, Dex.” Nick sat in a chair at the table, clasping her on his lap. Despite his gruffness and size, she felt safe. “Afterward Dex can punish me as promised—”

  “No.” At Nick’s scowl, she trailed her fingers along his stubbly jaw. “I’ve seen enough misery in my life. I don’t want to watch you suffer too. If this makes me yours…” She held up her arm to indicate the flame mark while wondering why she engaged the idea. Did she really want to be attached to three sexy werebears? “I’d rather start our future together with pleasure instead of pain.”

  “Not gonna argue that logic.” He scuffed his lips against hers, his stare fixated on her eyes. “Did it hurt when Dex fucked your ass with his fingers?”

  “No. It felt good.” She’d felt a connection with the bears when she came, but she missed the feeling with Nick. Needing contact with him, she twisted in his lap and straddled him with her legs spread wide over his thighs.

  Celia slid her palms up his chest, the heat of his body burning through his dress shirt. She made quick work unknotting his tie. The silk gave a little whirring noise as she stripped it free of his shirt collar.

  Nick caught her wrists. A circle of glowing green rimmed his irises, shimmering like a predator in the night. It was a reminder that he was half animal, and she’d been undressing him without his permission.

  He kissed the mark on her flesh before giving her a little nip. The action had her core clenching, and at her indrawn breath, he grinned. “There’ll be no sex tonight, tomorrow, or for the next week, Celia.” She would’ve argued, but he placed his finger beneath her chin and nudged her mouth closed. He dragged his thumb along her bottom lip as he spoke. “You’re reacting to the magic in the mark, not thinking clearly. You should get to know us before you commit to growing old with three surly bears.”

  “They’re surly, not me,” Simon teased. “I’m just your fuzzy-wuzzy teddy bear.”

  Dex snorted, clearly calling bullshit. A half-grin turned up one corner of Nick’s mouth, and he gave a headshake at Simon’s silliness. She would’ve glanced at the blond bear, but his fingers slid into her hair and along her scalp, eliminating her ability to peek at him.

  “Can’t lie to you, love.” Simon’s hold on her strands tightened as he breathed against her ear. “My bite is as sharp as theirs.” Using his grip on her strands, he angled her head so she could look at him. “No sex doesn’t mean we can’t get her off a thousand times in the meantime, Nick.”

  “Judging by how wet she is, I think she’ll like that.” Nick plunged her hand between her thighs, her slick heat hitting her hand as he skated her fingers along her delicate lips. “Make yourself come, minx. I want to watch.” She opened her mouth, and he thrust his thumb inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Come before Dex finishes cooking, and I’ll give you a boon. Anything you ask, except sex. If he finishes before you, I—”

  “We,” Dex enunciated the word. “I don’t get to watch her, then we get a boon.”

  “Fair enough.” Nick’s eyes practically glittered with the idea. “Better make it fast or we each get a boon.”

  Good thing I’m capable of multiple orgasms.

  Skilled at this requested task, Celia held his gaze as she plunged two fingers inside her pussy and pumped them in and out as she flicked her thumb over her clit in a quick movement that’d have her climaxing in a few minutes. The moment her hips jerked against her touch, Nick’s gaze dropped to watch. Even though she was proficient at masturbation, sitting in his lap while he and Simon observed, felt intimate and personal. This intimacy gave them power over her, forced her into a vulnerable atmosphere, but they also exposed themselves and would suffer if she rejected them.

  In that moment, she understood the reasoning of the one-week no-sex policy. This openness put them on equal footing, because as they tore down her walls, she’d tear theirs down too, and they’d all get to know one another in the process.

  Simon gave her hair a slight tug. “Better hurry, Dex’s almost finished.”

  Celia threaded her fingers into Nick’s hair and twisted them around the dark, silky strands. His eyes glowed brighter. Leaning forward she nipped his bottom lip and could’ve sworn his breath caught in his chest. Furious puffs fell from her as she held his gaze and rode her fingers.

  A thumb dragged across her nipple. She thought it was Nick’s touch, but couldn’t be certain, until a finger penetrated her pussy, joining her thrusts. That touch came from Simon or Dex, damn sure not Nick. Fingers pinched and rolled her nipple, jerking a moan from her, and she fucked herself harder rubbing against the male finger. A moment later only she fucked herself, and a single digit eased into her ass.

  “Love the way she sounds,” Dex said much too close for her comfort. But her pussy was too close to the cataclysmic event to focus on him.

  “Yeah, she’s got me so fucking hard.” Nick’s lips moved against hers as he spoke.

  “Come,” Simon whispered against her ear, his breath tickling her flesh and causing gooseflesh to scatter along her skin. A second finger wet with her juices entered her asshole. His grip on her hair intensified, stinging her scalp at the same time Nick pinched
her nipple.

  The slight discomfort was all she needed to let go.

  Celia’s channel clenched, heat spiraled from her core, and her entire being shattered.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dex

  At Celia’s climatic cry, Dex adjusted his cock but there wasn’t any placement that relieved the ache in his dick. Only her pussy, ass, or mouth could ease his discomfort. And maybe his hand, but that’d be a piss-poor replacement.

  She went boneless against Nick’s chest, her breaths rapid as she came down from her second orgasm in less than twenty minutes. He loved a girl that easily experienced multiples. With three greedy bears, that talent would benefit her—and us.

  He kissed her shoulder, and she turned her head to face him.

  “Did I beat you?” She sounded so hopeful Dex almost lied.

  Dex shook his head and fingered hair off her face. “The plates are on the table. You should eat, get your strength, before I make you perform.”

  “Yeah?” An adorable grin curled her lips and instead of him teasing her with his performing comment, she turned the tables with, “You gonna make me suck your dick, Dex?”

  Filthy thoughts scrambled through his head. Mostly he wanted to give her a rough ride, fucking her ass as one of the others pounded into her cunt.

  Nick’s hands rubbing her back paused. “That mouth is going to get you in trouble, minx.”

  No shit. Dex loved her cheekiness.

  “Not yet.” Sure, Dex wanted her blowing him, but he pondered ways to play with her and mark her without penetrating her body. Like making her ride a dildo as he fucked his palm until he came all over her tits. Good times awaited them.

  She pouted, a sexy sulk that charmed him enough he would’ve caved to her longing just to see how energetic she’d be at the task, but Simon intervened.

  “Suck mine instead.” Simon had his jeans open and folded back and had offered his cock before Dex could blink his surprise. “Make it good, love, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll think you died and went to heaven.”