by Helen Scott
“Regret what?” he asked, the light in his eyes dimming as they became shuttered.
“Becoming a hellhound? Becoming part of all this?” I gestured with my hand and managed to fling water everywhere.
Emmett snorted at my clumsiness, a low chuckle sounding for a moment before he took a deep breath and said, “No. I don’t.”
I waited to see if he was going to expand on it any further. When he stayed silent, I said, “Good. I would hate for you to be unhappy.”
His eyes flashed to mine, sharp with unspoken emotions. “You could never make me unhappy.”
“You haven’t tasted my coffee yet.” I winked at him, trying to lighten the mood, which had taken a turn for the worse thanks to my unplanned question.
“I have. You just weren’t around when I did. It’s not as bad as you think. It’s not great, but I can live with it.”
When he finished speaking, an awkward silence descended, so I ducked my head under the water, wetting my hair. Once I was back up, I knew I would have to make conversation or just kick off the physical side of our relationship, but the thing was, I felt as if Emmett and I hadn’t had enough serious conversations. We had been all about the physical, and he wasn’t exactly the chatty type, which I had been fine with until that moment.
“My parents were killed in front of me. It was a mass murder before we had the right words to describe it. It’s never made a history book anywhere, and I’m glad for it. I’d rather my family rest in peace than their history be rehashed every year by some teenagers who don’t give a shit anyway.” He paused and made brief eye contact with me before looking away and continuing his story. “It was a mining town. We were all there working, trying to find the next big gold rush, but all we got was some of the scraps and a whole lot of trouble. I was just a kid when the road agents came through, although I guess you’d probably call them bandits. They slaughtered everyone in town, only leaving the children alive. They couldn’t bring themselves to commit that crime. They thought nature would take us out because we wouldn’t be able to survive without any adults around. The problem with that being that most of us had grown up incredibly poor and knew how to take care of ourselves. We scraped by day by day for almost three years. By that point, I was old enough to accurately fire a gun and get around without being preyed upon too much, so I went after them. When I turned, it was Hades who had spoken to me, not as the ruler of the Underworld, but as a man who had lost countless children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. My parents were killed because of greed, something he knew plenty about, so he recruited me. It wasn’t hard, and I’ve never regretted it, especially not now that it’s brought me to you.”
I felt as if my chest had been hollowed out from his story. He wasn’t that old. I mean, sure, he was older than the average human, but only by a couple decades, not centuries or something like that. The idea that this had happened so recently in our history was chilling. It shouldn’t be given everything that was happening in the human realm, but it was.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I said quietly, unsure what else would be appropriate.
“Don’t be sorry. Everything happens for a reason, and those old crones, the fates, put me through that so I could be here with you, so I could help you any way I could.” He sat up and moved over to me, the water running down his chest and catching in the fine hairs scattered across it.
When he moved next to me, I was surprised, having expected him to stop in front of me. As he rearranged himself into a sitting position, his hands gripped me around the waist and pulled me into his lap.
“This okay?” he asked, his voice quiet and rough.
“Very,” I said, leaning my head back on his shoulder.
His hands circled my waist and just held me there against him for a while before he said, “You’ll never know how glad I am that it’s you we are fighting with.” His head bent as he spoke, and his lips caressed the back edge of my shoulder and neck.
I sighed in bliss as his hands pressed me more firmly into him before sliding up my ribcage and over my breasts. The water stirred and warmed parts of me I hadn’t realized were getting cold now that they were exposed to the air. His fingers glided around my nipples, bringing them to sharp peaks under the water. I arched my back against him, and he grazed my shoulder with his teeth in return.
We were taunting each other in the most delicious ways. It made me grin from ear to ear, and I didn’t care if he or any of the other guys saw. I was happy when I was with them, especially when I was with all of them.
Emmett’s cock was a hard length pressed against my lower back, and as he massaged my breasts and rocked against me, I was left panting, ready to beg him to be inside me.
The water sloshing about, spilling over the edge of the tub like a wave cresting the shore, had us both slowing down before we flooded the whole damn place.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable?” Emmett growled in my ear, making my body tighten in anticipation.
“You mean you aren’t comfortable with my bony butt on you?” I said in mock horror.
“A, you know damn well your butt isn’t bony, and B, I’m more than comfortable with you being on top. It’s whatever floats your boat, love. I just don’t want to have to clean up a mess in the bathroom when we’re done, because I plan on making you squirm.”
My nipples hardened even more at his words. “If you insist.” I sighed dramatically and stood, letting the water run down my body for a moment before I went to move out of Emmett’s way. His hands on my hips stopped me in my tracks, though.
He roughly squeezed my ass before his hands traveled all the way down to my feet, picking up first one and then the other and moving them ever so slightly to the side. When his hands slid back up my legs, I felt the water dripping from them and running down back into the tub as they moved higher and higher. He brushed his fingertips against my folds before easing one finger in, followed quickly by a second.
“Bend over and grip the edge of the tub,” he said, his voice almost sounding distorted by desire.
I followed his directions and felt more exposed than before even though only the angle of my nakedness had changed. He stroked my outer folds for a moment before inserting two fingers once more. The movement of them inside me was a sensation that I would never get used to as I felt him swirl them around, feeling every inch of me as he began to thrust.
I let my pleasure ring out, even trying to channel some of it back into our bond. So much had changed recently, and now that we were all officially bonded, I didn’t care about stifling my noises. Moans and sighs flowed from my mouth like music. I hoped one or two of the other guys would join us at some point. Going to sleep after an earth-shaking orgasm sounded like exactly what I needed.
Emmett stroked me higher and higher, but he wasn’t giving me what I desperately wanted, which was the feeling of him inside me. I sent him visuals through the bond, showing him how badly I wanted him. A deep, rumbling groan escaped him, vibrating through my chest. Within seconds, he was standing and carrying me out of the tub and into the bedroom. Anticipation zinged through me, making me even more restless for his touch.
When he tossed me onto the bed, I squeaked in surprise. A couple bounces later, and he was on top of me, his mouth taking the place of hands that, when in the tub, had been massaging and squeezing my breasts.
His tongue came out and flicked over my nipples as he alternated between breasts. My hips were beginning to rock uncontrollably, and all I could think about, outside of the sensations he was causing in my body, was having him inside me.
He kissed his way up to the junction of my neck and shoulder and followed it up with a bite to the delicate flesh, pulling a gasp from me. I could feel his hips rocking against my own as though his own body were impatient for my touch.
I snaked a hand between us and gripped his cock. The velvety skin pulsed at my touch, and I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face as I worked my hand up a
nd down his shaft, drawing him closer to me until the head of his cock brushed against my opening. A low growl sounded next to my ear, making me shiver with desire.
Little bolts of electricity went flying through me as I waited for him to enter me. When he just teased the lips of my pussy, I wanted to cry out in frustration. If no one else was joining us, then I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to take his teasing.
As though my need had called to them, the door opened, and Knox and Nolan walked in. Their eyes locked onto my body under Emmett’s right as he slid inside me in one swift thrust. A scream of pleasure exploded out of me, and all I could focus on was the hellhound inside and on top of me as he began to move. I rocked with him, meeting him thrust for thrust until he began to move so fast that I couldn’t keep up.
After a few moments, he slowed, and I knew he’d taken himself up to the edge of what he could handle without climaxing. His breath came in harsh gasps just like my own.
My eyes flickered open only to find Knox and Nolan naked and stroking themselves as they watched us. It was so hot that I was sure if I was one of those women who had orgasms easily, then I would have come just from the sight of it. Knox seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and began to move forward, saying something quietly to Nolan before they both climbed onto the bed with us.
I looked up at Emmett to make sure he was okay with the new development and saw his desire burning even more intensely than before. He repeatedly thrust into me, his hips colliding with mine in a way that was just on the edge of pain. As three of my four hounds surrounded me, I knew I needed Hunter as well. Silently, I called to him through our bond, begging him to join us. I wanted to let my succubus side feed on all of them, and what a delicious cocktail they would be.
20
Knox
When I’d walked into the room with Nolan, we knew we were responding to Poppy’s call, but seeing her there under Emmett as he roughly pounded into her had sent all my blood rushing south so fast that I almost felt dizzy. As her moans took on a higher pitch, I turned to Nolan and said, “I’m going to join them. I’m sure if she called you, then she wanted you to join them too, but don’t feel pressured.” It wasn’t the first time we’d all been in bed together, but the last time felt like a lifetime ago.
“Like I’m going to walk away from this?” He snorted and, with a grin, started stripping out of his clothes.
Nolan was tall, his body taut with muscle just like all of us, and as he walked toward the bed, I couldn’t help but admire his ass. When I felt desire rocket through the bond, I looked up only to find Poppy watching us.
I followed Nolan to the bed, the scent of Emmett and Poppy calling to me, and I was powerless to resist. Slowly I knelt on the bed and crawled over to my queen. Her luscious chestnut hair was laid out underneath her like a blanket, making her eyes even more startling. The rich interplay of browns, greens, and golds mesmerized me. When her head came toward me, I sucked in a sharp breath just as she sucked my cock into her mouth. Her full pink lips latched around the head as she swirled her tongue over it before taking me deep inside her mouth.
The noise that escaped me was somewhere between a moan and a grunt as I felt my cock push against the back of her throat. I kept my hands away, letting her control everything about the experience, but my eyes moved from her stunning face, down her lithe body, to where my battle brother was sheathed within her. Every thrust rocked her against me, and as I looked up her body once more, I saw that she had Nolan’s cock in her other hand.
Our queen was talented to say the least. As she pulled away, I leaned down and kissed her while my hand went to her breast. I made eye contact with Nolan and looked pointedly from her other breast to him. She wanted to be pleasured—I knew that above all else—and before I let her sleep for the night, I would help give her at least two orgasms. I wanted to turn her limbs into jelly.
Poppy’s face turned from me to Nolan, and she began sucking on him. The sight of a cock disappearing into her tight little pussy while another one disappeared into her mouth was enough to have me on the verge of an orgasm, but that was how I was most of the time when having sex.
I reached down between Poppy and Em and began rubbing my fingers over her clit while I still sucked on her nipple, occasionally grazing it with my teeth. Her body bucked, and she moaned around Nolan’s cock while he brought his hand to her other breast so he could play with her nipple.
As soon as we were all involved in pleasuring her, she began to move in tense jerky motions. I knew her orgasm was close, and I wanted to push her over the edge. Before I could, though, Emmett came. I wanted to curse him, but the truth was, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to last as long in the same situation.
The door squeaked open behind us, and I knew it was Hunter. It surprised me, but I was glad for it. He was my battle brother, and if we were going to share Poppy, then I wanted him to join the fun. I heard him growl as he took in the sight of us on the bed, filling our queen and bringing her pleasure. The rustle of clothes sounded, and I knew he would be naked when he joined us.
As Emmett pulled away from Poppy, he moved around the bed to sit behind her head. I had expected Hunter to jump in and take his place, but he motioned to Nolan and me first. I needed to wait, to get myself under control; otherwise, I wouldn’t last two seconds in that hot, sweet pussy of hers. I nodded at Nolan, who was more than happy to take Emmett’s place.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
A breathy “Please . . .” was all Poppy managed to get out.
Before Nolan could thrust into our delectable queen, Hunter was taking up the space he had vacated and looking down at Poppy. “May I join, my queen?” he asked, bowing to her.
“Yes!”
As though she had answered him again, Nolan thrust into her, making her body arch and those beautiful full breasts of hers thrust upward. She moaned and writhed as Nolan found his rhythm. While I worked on one breast, Emmett reached down and played with the other, while Hunter leaned over and claimed her mouth with a kiss. His hand wrapped in her hair and tugged on it ever so slightly, and I dipped my hand down between Poppy and Nolan to play with her clit.
Soon, she wasn’t just writhing; her whole body was undulating as we worked her into a frenzy. I could feel the tension spread through her body as her movements slowed. I flicked over her clit faster, circling it like a tornado until she finally exploded.
Her pleasure rushed through the room and through our bonds, making Emmett hard all over again, although he looked slightly pained by the whole situation. My own cock was throbbing painfully, demanding that I find release inside her as soon as possible, but I knew that wasn't how I wanted this to unfold. I wanted her to come again before I was inside her, and then I wanted to feel her pussy clench around my cock.
Poppy's orgasm was also Nolan’s undoing. The man was caught up in the pleasure of her climax to the point that he couldn’t resist his own. He thrust a final time, and his whole body twitched with the strength of his release.
Hunter looked to me, as though he wanted me to go next, but Poppy spoke up. "Hunt, will you fuck me, please?" I didn't know if the others had noticed, but her eyes had gone black and I could see the gleam of her horns beginning to show in her hair. We were getting there. More than just giving Poppy pleasure, I wanted her to feed as her succubus side so that she was as ready as possible for the coming battle.
My auburn-haired battle brother groaned at her sweet tone and filthy words before he moved between her legs. He was the longest out of the four of us, and I was the widest, so it was good that we were both going last.
Hunter nodded to the end of the bed, and the four of us helped move Poppy so that he could make love to her while standing. The bed was the perfect height for him to enter her, and when he did, the beautiful sound of pleasure that he wrenched from her throat was enough to make my cock strain against me even harder.
My battle brother wasn't one for slow and steady unless he had a reason for it, so I was
n't surprised when he took her quickly, filling her in one stroke while she writhed to get closer to him. My queen knew what she was doing and adjusted her hips so that every time Hunter's hips met her own, it meant that he was also rubbing against her clit. Since that was taken care of, I decided to focus on her breast and neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin.
Emmett copied my motion on Poppy's other side, while Nolan was having trouble staying conscious at the head of the bed. I didn't mind if he slept; his orgasm had been a powerful one, so much so that it had echoed through his bond with Poppy and out to us. Besides, I knew there were enough hands and mouths to make my queen come again.
Her body twitched and rolled. The tension wasn't there as it had been before, but I knew her orgasm was close. I could practically feel her willing herself over the edge through our bond. Without warning, her body bucked at the perfect time so that Hunter's thrust was positioned to give the full impact to her clit, and when it did, she let loose another scream of pleasure.
Poppy's hand had found my cock at some point and was squeezing it to the point that I was gritting my teeth. I knew I could tell her to stop, but I didn't want to interrupt her pleasure for my needs.
Hunter held her hips at the same angle they had been when her orgasm had overtaken her and began thrusting so hard, the clap of his skin smacking against hers was the loudest sound in the room. My queen's mouth found my cock again, and she sucked on me as if her life depended on it.
I was deep in her mouth when another orgasm surprised her. The vibrations of her mouth and throat around my cock as she shouted her pleasure was almost my undoing, and as I pulled away, I saw that it was definitely Hunter's. His body was hunched over hers while he twitched and kept his hips pinned to her own. He thrust into her once more and let his head fall back. The extent of his pleasure was written all over his face. I had never seen him as relaxed or happy.