by K. A Knight
“Don’t get comfy, they are mine,” I warn and he gulps, nodding as the elevator pings and we step inside.
A guard steps in with us as I stand in the middle of my men, with Maxen pressed to my back, and Thorn and Drax on either side. Sexual tension fills the air, my skin turning electric from every touch of theirs until I’m almost panting as we rise slowly. It’s slow going until the elevator finally pings and we are led down what looks like a hotel hallway to a room at the end, which is unlocked with a key card. The guard holds the door and I go in first, my men following, and then the door is shut behind us, the light turning red. So they locked us in, not to worry, I could kick down the door.
I turn to face them, but I gasp when lips smash into mine and a body presses to my front, and soon one is pressing against my back as lips explore my shoulders. Hands cup my face, hard, as he stabs his tongue into my mouth, and I melt into his grip, my hands resting on his chest. It’s Drax, but this kiss isn’t teasing like my usual, flirty love. No, it’s hard and desperate and filled with unspoken words. Thorn’s cock presses against my ass as he leans over me, covering us both while he kisses my neck and shoulders, and I wrap one of my arms behind his head, holding him to me as my eyes open and lock on Maxen, who is watching us all. His eyes are on fire and his mouth is firm.
Groaning, my eyes flutter closed again as I am picked up and held between them. Neither show signs of slowing, so I rip my mouth away and Drax stumbles as I slip from their hold. They look wild and make moves as if to advance on me again, so I hold out my hand. “Shit, we need to talk first.” My voice is rough and my eyes are darting down their bodies, wanting what they are offering.
“Fuck talking,” Drax spits, and my eyebrows raise at that as he grabs me around the waist and tosses me in the air.
I sail through it and land on something soft, a bed, and then he is on me again. He grips my hair and turns me to face him, locking his lips to mine as he pushes between my thighs and I let them fall open, moaning at the feel of his hardness pressed against my pussy. He swallows my moan, pulling at my shirt with his other hand like he can’t get enough.
“Drax,” Maxen orders and Drax moans, burying his face in my shoulder and hair, breathing heavily. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. My mouth opens, but Maxen shakes his head, holding his finger to his lips and turns and nods at Thorn. I watch as they start at opposite sides of the room and start searching for something.
I want to ask what they’re doing, but I trust them, so I relax back into the bed with Drax like a blanket on my body as his breathing returns to normal, but he still rests there as if he can’t stop touching me. I know the feeling. My eyes narrow when they pull what look like tiny microphones from inside lamps, walls, and light switches, and start a pile on the table. Soon, the pile is huge with little cameras mixed in. Fucking bastards. Only when they sweep the adjoined bathroom do they nod, then they gather the pile and toss them out of the window and go for another sweep, just to be sure. I relax, letting them do their thing as I look around the room.
The door leads into what looks like a living area, with two cream settees near the windows and a brown table between them. A small kitchenette is on the back wall, which closes into the hallway and the door. The floor is covered in a white rug, which carries on past the partially closed opening and leads into the bedroom we are in.
This room is comprised of one huge bed with matching wooden bedside tables, a chair sitting in the corner near the windows, and a door leading to the bathroom. It’s filled with riches, yet bare at the same time. Paintings cover the walls, adding a touch of colour or to hide the devices, I’m not sure. It’s so…clean and tidy, and not something I thought I would see in this world. It only showcases our differences.
When Maxen and Thorn nod and relax, I crane my head to see them over Drax’s prone form.
“Now can we talk?” I ask. I drop a kiss on his head and roll from under him, rising from the bed as I step towards them, Drax lies back, watching me with predatory gaze, and I don’t doubt if I show any hesitation, he will be on me in a second. My eyes go to Thorn and they widen when he rushes at me, twirls me, presses my face against the wall that divides the room, and kicks open my legs while ripping at my trousers.
“Thorn,” I start, but he ignores me. “We need to talk, to plan,” I press, but he ignores me as he wiggles my trousers down, impatiently growling when they get caught, and then he rips my shirt over my head, kissing down my spine and making me shiver. My eyes go to Maxen and Drax who are just lying on the bed staring, their bodies tense and hard, with heat in their eyes but grins on their lips. My eyes narrow on them, but I gasp when Thorn finally gets my trousers down, and without hesitation, slips his hand in my panties and thrusts a finger inside me.
Fuck.
“Thorn, I need to check you over. We have a lot we need to—” But my fight is diminishing as he starts to move, and despite my words, I’m wet as hell and moving against him. I almost whine when he pulls his finger free, and before I know it, his cock has replaced it, slamming inside me. Fuck, I forgot how big he was. It’s pure pain for a second as I grip onto the wall. He pulls my hips back, holding still for a moment as I catch my breath, and then he reaches around me and starts to circle my clit, all the while groaning in my ear.
“Missed you so fucking much,” he snarls, and my pussy clenches around him at his words, the pain receding to burning pleasure and I push back, giving up fighting. It’s not like I didn’t want this. I always want them. “Never thought I’d see you again,” he gasps into my ear, before sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
I push back, meeting his thrusts with desperate ones of my own, my body crying out for his. Missing his rough touch and thick cock.
“Had to get rid of them, couldn’t let them hear you scream,” he rumbles, and I press my face to the plaster, my eyes on my other men as pleasure rockets through me, drawn by his thrusts and hands as he sweeps them down my body. He keeps up that maddening circling on my clit, my nipples scraping against the wall as he touches that spot deep inside me and drags his thick cock over my nerves inside with each hard, brutal thrust.
It’s not soft and slow or even fucking, this is goddamn feral. A reassurance, a way to check the other one is really here, and before I know it, I’m screaming as I clench around him and he roars in my ear as he fills my pussy with come.
We both slump into the wall then, with him still inside me, and Maxen beckons me over with a curl of his fingers. Groaning, Thorn slips from inside me and I have to kick off my jeans and panties, not caring about being naked with them as I head over to my other men, almost stumbling on weak legs after the fucking Thorn just gave me. Their eyes drink me in. Drax grunts as he cups his cock, while Maxen’s fists clench as he takes in my body.
I stumble to the bed and Maxen holds his arms open, so I flop onto his chest and lay my head there, listening to the pounding of his heart. It’s so fast, like mine. “I missed you,” I whisper brokenly.
“We missed you so much, Mi Alma,” he rumbles, clutching me to him, but Drax gets tired of waiting and grabs me again, twisting me so my back is to Maxen and I am peering up at his grinning face, which darkens and fades when he looks into my eyes. He moves some hair away from my face, his gaze bouncing between my eyes and over my features like he is tracing them.
“You don’t get to leave us again,” he whispers darkly, sounding like his brother.
“You left me,” I counter, and his eyes narrow.
“If you start getting smart, I will fill that mouth,” he warns.
“Promise?” I tease.
Maxen grabs my hands, drags them above my head, and holds them to his chest there as Drax yanks me down Maxen’s body until my head is resting on his stomach. Maxen’s legs spread wide, allowing both Drax and me between them, and I lick my lips as I crane my neck back and stare at Drax, who is running his eyes over my naked body, before meeting my eyes, and I freeze at the darkness still there. “I missed you so much,
every day and every night I thought of you. Hoping you were safe, imagining what was happening to you…” His fingers trail between my breasts as he talks, and I bite down on my lip, trying to concentrate on his words when fire is trailing in his fingers’ wake. “It drove us crazy. You’re the strongest person we know, but being without you. Not being able to check that you were okay and with that fucking—” He cuts off, his hand stilling on my thigh before he shakes his head and goes back to trailing it across my body. “Later, you will tell us what happened. Now, I need to feel you around me. Prove to me you are really here.”
His fingers trail across my nipples, back and forth, back and forth, featherlight. Arching up, I try to chase him, but he just pulls away again and goes back to teasing me. I struggle in Maxen’s grip and he tightens his hold on my hands, keeping them above me and kissing my wrists over the pulse point. He wraps his ankles over mine and drags my legs wider, pinning me to him for Drax’s teasing. Narrowing my eyes on Drax, I snap, “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
“Feeling impatient, babe?” he purrs, twisting my nipple before tracing his fingers across my stomach and down over my pussy and back up again, driving me wild as I buck between them.
“Either fuck me or move and let someone else,” I growl, trying to raise my hips as he skates over my pussy again and back up.
He leans down, getting in my face as he cups my neck, again reminding me so much like of his brother it almost hurts, wishing he was here as well. “Behave, I’ve only had my memories of you for two weeks. I will fuck you when and how I want, and you will lie there and take it. Let them hear your screams,” he murmurs before kissing me hard, and swallowing my protests.
I nip at his lip in punishment, and he laughs as he pulls away, his eyes lightening slightly to reveal my usual, teasing Drax. I didn’t like the seriousness there, the anger and pain, so if I have to lie here and give up control, the thing I crave, I will. For him, I would do everything. Relaxing back into Maxen, I let him do whatever he wants and he rewards me by trailing his fingers back to my pussy, dipping them inside my wet heat, before stopping to circle my clit and trace around my nipples with my cream. Biting down on my bottom lip, I watch as he dips his head and sucks them clean, rolling his eyes up to me and smirking when he lets go and moves away again, making me groan in frustration.
Maxen laughs underneath me, and I roll my eyes back to glare at him. He smiles down at me, his face filled with love. “So funny watching you trying to be good, Mi Alma.” His voice rumbles through me. Fuck, is it bad I missed that sound? I could sit and hear him talk all night, just so I know he is here with me. He narrows his eyes on me, obviously seeing the thoughts in my gaze, and turns his head and kisses my arms again in a promise, licking my pulse point as Drax draws my eyes again when he dips his fingers back into my pussy and traces a circle around my belly button, and then licks the path clean before looking at me.
“Fuck, I missed how you taste,” he groans, licking his fingers clean before dipping them back inside of me.
“Then why don’t you eat me?” I demand, and he licks his lips, watching his fingers as he slowly fucks me with them. “Drax.”
He looks up, a grin curling his lips. “Say please.”
I narrow my eyes on his, fighting it, and he twists his fingers, speeding up and making me want to rock into them, but I can’t because of Maxen. All I can do is lie here and take it. “Please,” I snap.
“Say, ‘please, Drax, eat my sweet little pussy,’” he teases, his thumb rubbing at my clit now.
Panting hard, sweat dripping between my breasts, I writhe against Maxen’s touch, needing to move, and finally give in. “Please, Drax, eat my pussy,” I beg.
He doesn’t waste time then, he lies between my legs, his tongue lapping at me and making me groan, and arch my head back, unable to move as he eats me. His fingers dip back inside me, teasing me with their slow movements as he sucks my clit into his mouth, humming around it before letting go and dipping his tongue inside of me. Maxen trails kisses down my arms, and before I know it, both of their touches have me coming so hard, I do scream, silently of course, but I writhe between their bodies, needing to move.
I’m still coming down from the high when Drax rears up, grabs my legs from Maxen, tosses them over his thighs, and rams inside of me. My pussy is still sore from Thorn, but I love the bite of pain. It makes it feel, lets me know we are really here together, and if I feel it tomorrow, it’s just another bonus. I’ll have them with me still. Crossing my ankles across his back, I urge him to fuck me harder, arching my neglected chest into the air. Maxen switches his grip, holding my hands with one of his own, and cups my breast with the other, feeling the heavy weight and squeezing before playing with my nipples.
Drax watches him and me, his eyes burning as he pulls out and slams back in, before grabbing my hips and lifting me into the air, tilting me so when he slams inside again and pulls out, he drags over that bundle of nerves. He’s determined to make me come again, not asking, just yanking it out of me. He keeps up his hard and fast pace, his balls slapping against my skin, while Maxen plays with my nipples. I want to feel him though, I want him to come, so I clench my pussy and his thrusts stutter before he just lets go.
Fucking me, owning me, forcing my body to accept his, he slams inside of me again and again. I realise I am chanting his name as sweat covers every inch of my body, while I move against him and Maxen, rising to meet his thrusts. When he reaches between us and flicks my oversensitive clit, my release takes me by surprise, roaring through me until my eyes blacken and my hearing goes for a minute.
“Eyes on me!” he grits out, and when I flutter them open, he slams home one more time, groaning, his neck straining as he comes.
He collapses on top of me, both of us panting and I wrap my legs around him tighter, keeping him here with me as I try to catch my breath. Sands below, I missed them. Eventually I can breathe properly, but my body is like jelly after being fucked by two men, and I just recline back against Maxen’s chest. He pulls me farther up and Thorn joins us on the bed.
Maxen doesn’t seem to want to stop touching me either, running gentle, loving strokes all over my body. He draws circles in the palm of my hand, strokes my thigh, and cups my belly, all without even noticing as his hands move over me again and again. He’s reassuring himself I am really here, I think, but I don’t say anything. I love his rough touch, so I lean back and close my eyes, just listening to their breathing.
“So, what happened?” he rumbles from behind me. “Is Ivar…”
“Dead,” I admit, and he sighs behind me.
“That mustn’t have been easy, I’m sorry, Mi Alma, sorry we weren’t there.” He wraps his arms around me, dropping his chin on my head. A touch on my ankle has me opening my eyes to see Drax flip over onto his front and circle my ankle with his hand, just holding me as Thorn moves closer and presses his head to my thigh.
“Vasilisy is dead,” I tell them, my voice empty, and I see Drax wince. I look away then. “Oh, and I’m a queen.”
Drax laughs and Thorn smiles, and I feel Maxen grinning against my skin. “You always were,” he whispers.
I sigh and lean into them, and tell them everything that has happened, getting them up to date. They listen, asking questions, and wincing when I explain Paradise. When I’m done, I’m exhausted, so I lapse into silence as Drax picks up my hand and starts playing with my fingers, only to freeze at Dray’s ring there. Shit, I didn’t tell them that. He looks up at me with questions in his eyes, and I swallow. How will they react?
“Tazanna,” he warns, narrowing his eyes on me, as Maxen and Thorn still at his tone. “Why the fuck are you wearing a ring?”
Licking my lips, I try to look away, only to meet Thorn’s shocked gaze, so I let out a groan. “Dray gave it to me, the crazy bastard married us without asking.”
The room is silent for a moment and my heart flips, but then they erupt in laughter and my mouth drops open. “It’s not funny!” I m
utter, and they only laugh harder, but then Drax stops and looks at Thorn.
“Hey, we need to get her a ring, if this was all it took, I would have done it before now,” he whines, and Thorn nods.
“Do I not get a say in this?” I snap, and they both look at me guiltily, so I grin and hold up my other hand.
“I guess I’m as crazy as him, ‘cause I got this ring for me from you guys. I didn’t do the ceremony like Dray, but I figured that means we are married now to,” I offer.
“Is that your way of asking us to be your husbands, Mi Alma?” Maxen rumbles behind me.
“If you’ll have me?” I ask, suddenly nervous.
“Like you could get away from us,” Drax replies with a snort.
“You have me forever,” Thorn adds, and I wait for Maxen’s reaction.
“We were yours the moment you told us to fuck off, I’ve told you that before,” is what he says, but it wasn’t exactly an agreement and he must know that, because he kisses my shoulder. “I’m yours, Mi Alma, never doubt that. I don’t need a ring to tell me that, my heart has been married to yours for a long time.”
Tears fill my eyes as a radiant smile splits my lips.
“Awww, I change my answer to that, let me change my answer!” Drax whines, making me laugh.
“Looks like you are stuck with me,” I quip, wishing Jax was here. They seem to know that as well, because they share a look and Drax turns serious for a moment.
“He will be okay, and when we find him, you can ask him to marry you all sweet like you just did us,” he teases, and I kick my leg out, making him laugh.
“Asshole,” I murmur, although it did settle my nerves.
I relax back, letting their teasing soothe me. I must close my eyes because when the bed moves, they snap open. Thorn is still curled up around me and Drax is snoring at my feet. I catch Maxen’s retreating back as he heads into the bathroom and shuts the door. I’m disappointed and a little hurt. Drax and Thorn ravished me the moment I saw them, they missed me that much…but Maxen didn’t. Maybe he’s holding back. He seemed to be even when he was holding me—afraid to hurt me, possibly? But I want my Maxen, the rough man, I don’t want his protection, I want his body. I want him to show me how much he’s missed me, so I leave the others asleep and pad after him, intending to confront him.