Feral growls and hard, muscular, masculine bodies surrounded her, penetrated her, and took her over.
* * * *
Evangeline knew she’d curled over onto her side when Gio had tucked her into Chase’s bed. She’d been asleep even as he’d pressed a kiss to her cheek.
When she woke, she was flat on her back, her arms and legs stretched out, and cool touches soothed—or, no, stimulated—her body.
She opened her eyes. Briggs was on his elbow, leaning over her, his lips skimming along hers. When he saw she was awake, he lifted back, and she could see better what was happening to her.
Gio was on her other side. Both of them were gently rubbing raspberries over her nipples, one on each side. The hot-cool sting at her clit came from the champagne Chase was dribbling over her. He was crouched between her legs, intent on his work.
If she felt too exposed, vulnerable, well, there was nothing she could do about it. Lifting her head, she saw that her wrists were bound with black silk ties that stretched out to the posts of Chase’s massive bed. Her ankles, too.
Chase was lapping the champagne from her now, and she shuddered. One berry pressed into her nipple, breaking and leaving its red juice to be licked up by Gio’s tongue.
Evangeline moaned and strained a little against her bindings. Chase’s fingers pushed inside her, carrying the burn and cool of the wine.
“Do you mind?” Briggs asked. “I’ve been imagining this ever since Chase and I double fucked you on your bed. Is it too much?”
“I’ve told you. I’ve told you all. I will always want you. Nothing will ever be too much.”
“I like the idea of all of us touching you, pleasuring you, doing whatever we want to you. And you just having to take it.” He smashed the berry into her nipple and then took it into his mouth, using strong pulls to devour the last of it.
“I like the idea of that, too.” Maybe she did. It was scary and thrilling at the same time—those silk bindings that held her, the helpless vulnerability, the imperative to trust.
Well, she did trust. And loved. Whatever they did to her, whatever pleased them would please her, too.
“We’re going to make you come,” Chase said. He slid his fingers between her ass and the mattress and started pushing in there, too. “Again and again.” He was lubing her, reaming gently and then not so gently. “And when we’ve destroyed you, when we’ve wrung that last, impossible orgasm from you”—he thrust something hard into her—“we’re going to roll you over and fuck your ass. Each of us, one by one.”
It was a butt plug, a big one. Evangeline groaned as he settled it in place, giving it a last little twist that she thought surely was gratuitous. “This will remind you,” he told her. “You’ll remember what’s coming.”
He was right—it did exactly that. They drove her from one hard orgasm to another, harder one. They used lips, tongue and teeth, hands and cocks, everywhere on her. In her. She cried out once while Gio and Briggs worked her breasts and Chase finger-fucked her pussy and sucked her clit to ecstasy. Again, when Gio fucked her, filling her with that huge cock of his, pounding, thrusting into her. He held himself up, stiff-armed, so Briggs could work her tits while Chase ravaged her mouth with his.
She was still panting, catching her breath from that, while Briggs took exquisite care placing nipple clamps just so. He caught her gaze as she rolled her head, barely aware of what he was doing until he flicked the small switches that had them vibrating.
He kept hold of her gaze as he moved over her, pushing his knees between her legs to open them as far as her bindings would allow, and then shoving his cock into her. He went to his elbows, lifting up just enough that he could watch her face, but letting his chest settle over her, driving those clamps harder onto her tits.
He fucked her, his hard gaze demanding that she let him watch what he did to her. She knew that Gio and Chase were on either side, also watching while they stroked their own cocks. Beyond that, her whole world was Briggs, fucking into her, watching, making those clamps bite down on her nipples.
And that butt plug, just as Chase had said. Reminding her of what was to come.
She’d thought that would be the last orgasm. When it came, it was brutally hard. She thrashed, pulling at the silken ties, trying to protect herself just the least bit from Briggs’s relentless onslaught. She arched and bucked and cried. But there was nothing she could do but take it, just as they had said.
She was exhausted when it was over, only just not enough to miss the exultation in Briggs’s face when he gave her one final, triumphant thrust and then pulled out of her.
It was so not the last of her pleasure. They found another vibrator and used it on her clit then fucked her pussy with it. They drove her up another time and then once more.
It was beyond her, at the last, to do more than lie rigidly where she was, spread-eagled, her body shuddering involuntarily, her mind grasping at its last threads of consciousness, when they finally sent her over. Wracked and ruined, she convulsed, her body flailing with the confines of the bindings, her mind splintering. She screamed until there was no breath left, until she could grasp nothing but slivers of sanity.
She was blinded, all but unconscious, still gasping for air, when determined, efficient fingers loosed her bindings. They turned her and brought to the edge of the bed, propping her in place because her legs were too weak for her feet to find purchase on the floor.
They stood behind her, her three men. None of them had come, not once while they had pushed her to sexual oblivion. She knew they were there, hard cocks waiting.
Someone drew out the plug. Then there was a cold jolt of lube. And then cock. Three of them in turn—steady urgent thrusts, grunts of pleasure, and then jubilant howls of ecstasy.
She was so far gone she didn’t even know who had her first, or second, or last. She was passive to it, their receptacle, their woman. One after another, she took their cocks, submitting as they fucked her, letting out a small, incoherent groan only as they reached their peaks, thrusting hard as they shot their hot cum into her.
Chapter Twelve
Giovanni had slept with her—maybe he had been the last. In any case, she woke some time later wrapped in his arms, his body snugly spooning hers. He nuzzled into her hair when she started stirring.
“This is unbelievably good, Evvie.” He spoke softly, his hands gently stroking her. Warm and sweet rather than sexual. “The three of us loving you, you loving us. It’s the best thing in the world.”
Evangeline smiled, heart full, as content as it was possible to be. She turned her head so she could brush lips with him. “I love it, too. I love you, Giovanni.”
He patted her hip, possessively leaving his hand there. “Back at you, babe.” He rubbed his face into her hair again, breathing her in. He was an earthy, sensual man. “We have plans for dinner out. Chase thought you might like a little time in his fancy hot tub before. You’ve got about an hour and a half. Want me to fill it for you?”
That was sweet. Her guys taking care of her. “I’d love it.”
“You got it.” He gave another pat to her hip—more like a fondle this time—and rolled out of Chase’s big bed. She wallowed there until Giovanni came back.
He wore a pair of ragged cutoff jeans slung low on his hips—wickedly hot-looking—and held the little silk robe she’d tucked into her bag. “Up you go.”
Evvie smiled at the way he shepherded her to the bathroom. But he left her at the entrance with another kiss and the instruction to take her time.
The big hot tub was full and very warm and incredibly soothing. The room was scented with yet another vase of roses. Here the glass walls had been lined with glass block for privacy, up to about her shoulder level. Above that, there was nothing but sky and the very tops of the stately trees that surrounded Chase’s home.
Sunk into that heat, Evangeline touched herself. Her nipples and her pussy—those areas that had been used so aggressively. And other places. She’d stood nake
d before the full-length mirror and seen the marks of her lovers before she’d stepped into the tub. She had sucking bruises at her neck and on her breasts and a trio of them down low, just above her mons, where her men had marked their territory. She’d also seen marks left by strong hands as they’d grasped her hips to secure her for a hard fuck.
She’d seen them all—the imprints of her lovers, of their love—and touched them now. Her body felt like it was not quite hers anymore, or not entirely hers, at least.
It belonged to them, now, too. Her men.
She was content with that. In fact, she adored it. She loved that her body was theirs as well as hers, a source of profound satisfaction for them all. She was happy that they made use of it to bring themselves pleasure. That was a bone-deep thrill.
Oh, she loved the rampant ecstasy they gave her. They tended her needs, her desires so…excessively. But what she loved more, what she loved better was the grunts and groans of their excitement, the hard, muscled convulsions as they gave over to it, helplessly emptying into her.
She had the power to bring them to their knees with pleasure, to sink them, to lay them low. Now that—that was a freaking joyful wonder.
They were going to love her and let her love them.
The knowledge of that, the raw satisfaction of it, warmed her, soothed her soul just like the luxurious bath did her body.
She, little unloved, unlovable Evvie, had found her place in the world.
* * * *
They took her to Rooney’s for dinner, surrounding her with their hot, male presence in that romantic setting. They sat close together at a small square table. She had Chase across from her and Briggs and Giovanni to either side. Throughout the lovely meal, Chase’s gaze and endless touches from the other two kept her assured of their love. They made no effort to hide the nature of their shared relationship. Anyone who cared to truly observe them would have seen that she was with all of them.
They lingered at the meal, ordering several courses. There was much more food than Evvie could have eaten, but she had a lot of help. They shared bites of all of their dishes, and when she passed her plate around, it always came back to her empty. They had more champagne, and Briggs and Chase had brandies with their desserts.
Finally, the table was cleared but for their wine glasses. Gio held her right hand resting on the white linen. Then Briggs took her left hand and set something on the table.
“I went shopping in New York yesterday.”
It was a little blue box with a white ribbon.
“Oh.” She looked up into those green eyes, and then to those two such different shades of brown across from her and to her right. “You don’t need to do this.”
Somehow, she was sure that inside the box would be an excess of carats and precious metal. Briggs would never think to be understated in this expression of their commitment to her.
It wasn’t what she wanted. It wasn’t what was important to her. She left her hands where they were, grasping the fingers of two of the men who were important to her.
Chase looked at Briggs, then back at her. “Are you saying you wouldn’t love the ring we give you, a symbol of our love for you?”
She sighed, entirely defeated. “Of course I will love it. It’s just—you sent him.” She tilted her head toward Briggs. “And I want you to know—all of you—that I love you. Not—”
Giovanni broke in. “We know, babe. You don’t care that Briggs has more money than God, and that Chase is pretty well set, too.” He looked at Chase. “It never crossed our minds.”
Evangeline caught the slight blush on Chase’s cheeks and knew there’d been some conflict she’d missed.
Gio went on. “Still, if you don’t open that box and ooh and ahh a lot, we’re going to be offended.”
She laughed, grateful for the way he had of grounding her. With a little production about it, she freed her hands and untied the ribbon. When she opened the box, her oohs and ahhs were entirely spontaneous and totally sincere.
It was more over the top than she could have imagined.
The ring was white gold or platinum—she wouldn’t know the difference by looking. The band was embedded with small, glittering diamonds, so it formed nothing but a circle of light. Raised, pronged settings held three—three!—large—large!—diamonds.
She had been exactly right—it was too much. And Chase had been exactly right—she loved it.
Briggs held her hand as Chase slid it onto her finger.
“Oh,” she said again, and had to tug her hand free from Giovanni to thumb tears away. “It’s beautiful. I do love it. It’s too much.”
Gio’s eyes sparkled. “Shall we take it back, get you something that won’t require you to do daily upper body workouts in order to lug it around?”
She fisted her hand closed. “Take it back? Only when you pry it from my cold, dead finger.”
Briggs grinned. “Yeah, that will happen. Eighty years from now. It’ll be our great, great grandson. He’ll have been waiting for you to kick it so he could grab your ring and propose to his woman.”
“Done,” she said quickly, as though saying so could make that very sweet image come true. “I love it. I love you, Briggs.”
She leaned toward him, and he met her, more than halfway. He kissed her, warmly, lingering over it.
“I love you, Evangeline.”
She turned to Giovanni, and they exchanged the same words, the same sort of kiss. Then Chase came up a bit out of his chair, cupped the back of her head, and they shared the same ritual.
“I’m so happy,” she said, looking around the table. “So very, very happy.”
* * * *
Chase was very, very happy, too. He had all of them in his home—the two best friends a man ever had and one hell of a woman. They sat, all mellow and quietly content, in his bedroom. The candles—those and the excess of flowers had been Gio’s quirky, romantic and entirely just right idea—made a little nest of soft light for them. Otherwise, they were surrounded by dark, could even see stars outside the glass of the cupola.
He liked the look of that ring on her finger, sparkling a little even in candlelight. Briggs had nailed it—the symbolism of those three rocks, the statement made by their size.
Chase had laughed at Briggs’s frustration as he’d worked with the jeweler. Two carats per stone, he’d been told. Any more for such a small hand and she’d have to wear a splint between her fingers to make room for it.
Briggs had grudgingly settled for it, but the jeweler had been exactly right. It was perfect for her. And for them, to communicate their commitment to her.
It shone on her hand now, resting on Briggs’s shoulder. They were in the sitting area of his bedroom, another thing that had worked out perfectly. Three big chairs for the men and, by necessity, their woman finding a place with one of them. She had her head leaned against Briggs’s chest while he gently stroked her.
The scene was remarkably satisfying.
With interest, he watched as Gio rose. He went to Evvie and put out his hand for her. “Darling,” he drawled. “I’d like a few moment of your time. Then I think I’ll go off to my own bed.”
Silently, Evvie let him pull her to her feet and followed as he led her to Chase’s bed. Chase met Briggs’s gaze, then they both turned to watch.
Gio had a little romance in him. He held Evvie against him and kissed her gently. Things heated up and got more and more interesting. Gio’s hands stroked her, lifting her skirt so he could touch—and Chase and Briggs could see—the long line of her legs, the curve of her hips.
They made love, standing there kissing and touching, removing each other’s clothing and tasting and stroking every bit of skin revealed. Soon Chase could see Gio’s cock hard and thrusting out, and so easily imagine the bloody relief of it pressing into Evvie’s belly.
Finally Gio lifted her and laid her on the bed. Unashamedly, Chase put his hand on his own cock, letting his erection find a comfortable position within the confines
of his slacks. It was a wicked turn-on, watching as Gio took her, beginning in that soft, sweet romantic way. Then falling into the hot, needy sex of it.
They both spoke, gentle loving words at first, whispers he couldn’t always hear, then harsh, rough sounds of desire and need. Gio’s athletic body pumped gracefully into Evvie’s hot little pussy, and Chase had no difficulty recalling the feel of it.
They came to orgasm together, urgent and loving at the same time, and Chase just barely held back his own groan of satisfaction. Gio loved on Evvie some more as they settled. Finally, he told her good night and lifted off the bed. He bent to gather his clothing, picking up Evvie’s dress, too. He laid it gently over the chair where he’d sat and then nodded to Briggs and Chase before he left by the stairs.
Evvie watched him go. When he was out of sight, she turned her gaze back to the two men still present. After a moment when they all looked at each other, Briggs rose. He undressed as he walked to the bed. When he got there, he went up onto the bed on his knees. He held his cock, hard and big.
“Suck me, Ev.”
Jesus. It was, like, the best porn on earth. Evvie readily came to her knees in front of Briggs. Briggs used his hands on her, everywhere. He palmed her tits and squeezed her nipples. He went down between her legs, chafing his wrist over her clit, shoving his fingers God knew where—in her pussy, Chase was sure, and then up her ass by the sound of it.
Briggs got her good and hot so that, by the time he cupped her head and brought her down, she wanted it. Greedily she opened her mouth and took him in, sucking on that cock like it was the best treat ever. Briggs was groaning and praising her, and he fucking had the right of it. She was wildly seductive, erotic, and willing—eager—to please.
Chase didn’t know how Briggs held back, but he must have wanted to fuck her even more than he wanted to blast his cum down her throat. He arched back, thrusting deep a couple of times, then pulled out. He turned her, pushing her up the bed and taking her legs up straight, veeing them out. He captured them, her calves in the crook of his elbows as he pressed his hands against the glass block behind the bed. He leaned in, bringing her pussy up, until it was just where he needed it. Just where his cock was.
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