by Kenna Bardot
"I think so. I mean, I've never seen it, but-"
"We'll show you if you let us. Do you want to watch?" A whimper slipped free from my lips, and I nodded.
"Get on the bed," he ordered, and I let Shep gather me up in his arms and take me to the bed. The chair I'd vacated faced the bed, but Char ignored it in favor of going to the one right next to the bed. Ryle and Hollis climbed into the bed with us as Char sat down. Tate stood before him, lowering himself to his knees on the floor. I laid on my stomach, staring at them in fascination.
"You should take off your dress," Ryle said, and I glanced over at him and considered it for a moment. I hesitated, only because I couldn't guarantee that I would like what I saw. What if it made me jealous?
But the reality was if I loved them, if I wanted to be with them, then I needed to accept them as they were. It was with that in mind that I raised to my knees and drew my dress over my head. I tossed it to the side, reaching back to open the clasp on my bra and shuck it off my arms. I left my underwear on as I laid back on my stomach.
Shep wrenched my legs apart slightly and inserted himself between them. I chuckled when his head rested against the cheek of my ass, using it as a pillow with a contented sigh. Here was the ass man. Ryle and Hollis laid on their side to my right and left facing me.
Watching me and my reaction, I realized.
"It isn't weird for you, watching your brother?" I asked Ryle.
He smiled at me. "It wasn't weird for us to be inside you at the same time. Why would it be weird to watch him with Char?" I pursed my lips, nodding my head in agreement. I didn't think it was any weirder to watch Tate with Char, but I also couldn't imagine sharing a man with Talisha.
We were apparently very different kinds of siblings.
I glanced at Tate, finding his eyes on me. Instinctively, I knew he waited for my final approval, proceeding with caution so they wouldn't have to risk spooking me. This was important to them. It was important that this was something I could not only tolerate but come to enjoy. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I teased him with a snarky smile.
His lips tipped in amusement, but he turned his attention back to Char, drew down the zipper of his pants, and popped the button. Hollis ran his fingers up my bare spine, and I shivered at the spark of lust it sent through me. But having experienced both, I knew the difference between the lust he inspired by just being who he was and how he made me feel, and the lust he inspired through his power.
This was clear, and it was just Hollis.
The Descendant who loved me. One of them, anyway. I smiled, but my breath caught when Tate drew Char free from his pants. Watching his olive-skinned, masculine hand wrap around Char's darker length was an odd experience, and when he stroked from root to tip and his eyes met mine, I felt that familiar pulse in my belly. Tate smiled as if he could sense it, then leaned forward to lick the tip of Char's cock as he held Char's eyes.
I bit my lip, watching in fascination when Tate finally wrapped his lips around the head and hollowed out those masculine cheeks. The groan that left Char's mouth as he threw his head back made me shift my legs as much as I could, trying to close them, but with Shep between them I couldn't. He chuckled against my ass, and I knew it had been an intentional decision. "She's so wet I can smell her."
"Well you are like inches from her pussy, Shep." Ryle laughed. I glared at him for only a moment before turning my attention back to where his twin had slid Char further into his mouth and drew him in and out in a slow, languid pace.
"Do you like the way Tate looks with a dick in his mouth?" Hollis asked, pressing his thumbs into the tense flesh of my shoulder. I groaned, because I'd missed his massages so fucking much in my desire to put distance between us.
"Yes," I admitted, surprising even myself. "I want to watch you suck off Ryle too." Hollis raised his brows at me, smiling through the shocked expression.
"I have a better idea," he whispered. "Why don't you help me?" My eyes widened, and I took a moment to consider just how far down the rabbit hole I wanted to venture.
"Okay," I answered finally. Ryle was quick to stand and strip his shirt over his head, and his pants fell to the floor with a light thud. When he laid back down on the bed, it was on the edge closest to the chair where Char sat. His position put his dick right in my face, so close that if it had eyes, we'd have been making eye contact.
Hollis shifted, taking up position between the legs that Ryle splayed out slightly to accommodate him. Shep took advantage of the moment, lifting me by the waist and positioning me on my knees. With deft fingers, he drew the panties down my thighs until they caught at the knees.
I watched with rapt attention as Hollis drew Ryle into his mouth, taking him deep on the first plunge so much that Ryle's groan sounded through the room. When Shep's fingers drew through the wetness gathered between my legs, I nearly screamed, tossing my head back.
"Help Hollis," he teased, sliding a finger inside me slowly.
I didn't know how, had never even come close to sharing like that before. Hollis released Ryle, nodding to me in encouragement, and I leaned down to wrap my own lips around Ryle's length. Hollis stared at me, approval in his eyes as he moved down and drew one of Ryle's balls into his mouth while I slid my mouth up and down on Ryle.
With a groan, Shep pulled his finger free, and then his face replaced it. He licked every part of me, sliding his tongue into every space my pussy had to offer. Like he was starved. I let Ryle go, giving Hollis his turn so I could whimper.
"Fuck," Char hissed, his eyes on me even while Tate worked him with his mouth. With the way Shep worked between my legs, driving me closer and closer to the orgasm that loomed on the horizon and threatened to make me explode, I was all too greedy when Hollis abandoned Ryle's cock in favor of pressing his lips to mine and taking my mouth in a deep, frenzied kiss. I'd missed the way it felt to have them so fused to me, so desperate to connect with them.
Even while we kissed, I wrapped my palm around Ryle's length and stroked him, being connected to three of my men at once something so heady, so filthy that it sent me spiraling over the edge as I cried out my orgasm into Hollis' mouth.
"Gonna fuck you now," Shep said, and I felt his weight shift on the bed behind me. The head of him drew through my lips, and then he pressed forward, gliding inside in a smooth motion. When he bottomed out inside me, I dropped my head forward as relief filled me just as much as he did.
I still wanted them. Still felt like he fit inside me so perfectly, and I knew if the one night we'd spent together had been any sign, that would somehow be true for all of them. It made no sense, but somehow it just felt perfect.
Right.
I lunged forward, taking Ryle deep and swallowing around him the way I knew he loved. The sound of three male groans filling the room as they were pleasured was intense, perfect in its own way. I had no doubt what the other humans had found so addictive about the group of them, but then realized they might not have shared this part of themselves with any of them. Not if they wanted to protect the secret that could be used against them.
It gave me a heady sense of power, and I channeled that into the way I thrust my hips back at Shephard as he powered into me so hard my ass jiggled.
"Fuck, stop," Ryle whispered, tangling a hand in my hair and pulling me back. "I am not coming down your pretty throat tonight, Winter girl." I smiled at him, pressing my lips to his torso in delicate kisses that seemed so contrary to the way Shep fucked me. When he spread my ass with his hands, I could feel his gaze on the darkest part of me.
I knew him enough and knew that when he roared out his release and flooded me with it, that the thought of the next time he would take me there had been what sent him over the edge. He withdrew, and I moved to take Ryle inside me, feeling desperate for him. But Char stood, drawing my attention away as he prowled toward me. Sprawling out on the bed behind me, I watched as he held his cock upright.
"Sit on it." I barked out a laugh at the order but moved to do
exactly that. "The other way," he corrected. With a pout, I turned to face his feet, squatting over him awkwardly to get him inside me. As soon as he notched at my entrance, he moaned quietly, and then I dropped down on him.
"Good. Make it nice and wet." Shep tossed him a bottle of lube from the nightstand that Char caught with quick reflexes and spread the substance over his fingers. "You're going to need it." I whimpered with a smile, shifting to a more comfortable position and pulling him out of me only to take him deep again. "Nice and slow."
His fingers pressed against my ass, and the last thing I wanted to do was take him slow when I thought about the dark, perverse pleasure I'd felt when they were inside me. When the twins filled me completely.
He worked them in slowly, one by one, until he got two inside me and managed to stretch me open while I rode him. So lost in the dueling sensations, I lost track of what the others did, until there was nothing left but Char. Char and his cock and his fingers. When he removed them, I wanted to mourn the loss.
"Lean back now," he instructed, and I moved to do exactly that. Bracing my hands on the bed around him, I rolled my hips over him a few more times as they shifted and kept myself raised up off his hips so that he could slide a hand between our bodies and grasp himself.
But he didn't. Instead, it was Tate who wrapped his hand around Char and withdrew him from my pussy. He guided him down to my ass, pressing him to the spot and giving me no reprieve. "Drop down," he instructed, and I did, feeling Char stretch me open as he popped inside. I hissed, continuing to shift down despite the pain until my ass touched his hips. "Legs up." Putting hands behind my thighs, Tate shoved me back until my back touched Char's chest and my legs dangled in the air. I wondered how I would fuck Char, but it became clear that I wouldn't.
He thrust up, taking me in slow, smooth glides that nearly brought me to my knees as they dragged over all the sensitive nerve endings that made it so fucking incredible. I thought Tate would take my pussy, and he did.
In a way.
"I've been dreaming of getting my mouth back on this pussy since you took it away from me," he whispered, and then his mouth was on me. Hot, heavy, starving. The fact that Char was using my ass just below only made it filthier, especially knowing Tate had made him hard in the first place. Gotten him ready for me with the very same mouth he used to worship me. His tongue circled my clit, before plunging inside me, but it just wasn't enough. Even with my ass filled, my pussy just felt too empty. I needed him inside me.
"Please," I begged, staring down at him. He smiled, shoving to his knees and pressing into me. Char stilled until he maneuvered his way inside, and I keened a long, low cry. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine and devouring me as he and Char found a rhythm inside me. Whereas the twins had alternated, they seemed to shove inside me at once, to the point that I thought I might split open.
But if I did, it would be the best death I could ask for.
It wasn't until Tate drew back that I realized the three others had crowded into our space. Shep leaned forward over Char's head, taking my lips in a brutal kiss as Hollis and Ryle each wrapped their mouth around a nipple. Moaning against Shep's mouth, I felt like I might combust.
And I did. With all of them connected to me, I exploded between them in an orgasm that stole my breath away and nearly brought me to my knees. When I recovered, Tate grinned down at me as he pulled out, and his own release slid free to follow. Char's hands lifted me off him slowly, and I realized he must have finished too. I flushed at the look Ryle gave me as he laid out on the bed and beckoned me to him. "That was hot as Hell. Did it feel like she strangled your cock?"
His brother laughed. "It may never breathe again she got so tight."
"Fuck you," I teased, straddling his brother's hips and taking him inside me. Ryle groaned, and I remembered that he'd never had my pussy the last time. Only my ass. I rolled my hips over him, loving the way he felt inside me. And it felt momentous.
The sentimental quality of it faded when Hollis took up position behind me, pressing his head to my ass. I spun my head to look back at him in horror. Those red eyes laughed even as he rubbed his hand over his head of close-cropped hair.
He was too big. He couldn't possibly be serious. But he only laughed at the expression on my face, pressing forward through the tender tissues. My head dropped forward, and I hissed through my teeth and shoved a hand back to stop him. "Too much."
He moved my hair off my shoulder, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin there. "You can take it. You were made for us, Mireyah. You'll take everything we can give." Ryle leaned forward, drawing my nipple into his mouth as he made gentle pulses in my pussy and stimulated my clit with his hip bone.
I let him try to distract me, try to make me forget the searing pain as Hollis made headway into me. Once he was sheathed, he made soothing passes over my arms and spine with his hands. "You look so fucking perfect with two of us inside you. I think," he said as he withdrew, stroking back in slowly in an opposing rhythm to the one Ryle used. "That you should get used to it. Maybe we'll keep you in bed all day. You can be stuffed with cock at all times." There was a teasing lilt to his voice, but it didn't disguise the genuine possessiveness that threaded through his words.
"Oh, fucking Gods," I cried out, wincing when Hollis reached a hand around and stroked my clit while he picked up his pace. "I can't."
"One more. Come for me so I can come for you," he whispered. My eyes met Ryle's amber ones, and it was the agony in his face, the genuine need to come that sent me spiraling over the edge. I felt Ryle follow me, felt him flood me with even more heat. Hollis took a few more minutes of using my ass before he followed us.
"Come on, Mireyah. Let's clean up." I think it was Shep's voice, and I think it was his arms that pulled me up and out of the bed. I didn't know who cleaned me or how.
Because I fell the fuck asleep, all nuzzled up against Shep's shoulder while he carried me to the bathroom. Their chuckles were distant, like being underwater and listening to people on the surface.
And then there was nothing but the deep, deep sleep that took me for the first time in a week.
Chapter 30
Mireyah
I was plastered against the bed, my head light as I slowly woke up, blinking my eyes against the glare of the overhead lights. My face was pressed against the pillow and was completely uncovered. But there was no way I was cold with the press of bodies against me.
I felt golden, like I had been reborn. As I was just human, mortal and frail, I figured really good sex was the most potent drug in the world. The most delicious, life-giving elixir.
I stretched my arms, arching my back as I did and heard a grunt. Summarily, I felt the hand that gently patted and rubbed my ass.
I looked over my shoulder to see Shep playing my ass. He liked ass. I'd been warned about it before and there it was - Shep on my ass like a child on its favorite plaything.
"What are you doing?"
He started a bit when I spoke and threw me a naughty grin before putting a finger to his lips. "Not my fault you have such a pretty ass, Mireyah."
"Don't tell us you're being shy," Tate spoke from his position at the end of the bed. Were someone to walk in now, I was sure they'd just see a big old pile of tangled up legs.
"I'm not being shy, Tate, don't be an ass. All I'm saying is that it's a little jarring to wake up to the sensation of someone kneading your buttocks." I sighed and rolled my eyes, but I did it jokingly.
"Our Mireyah is adorable when she gets on her high horse, isn't she?" Hollis reached over and ran a hand down my back. It sent a shiver down my spine that momentarily distracted me.
I sighed and gasped as Shep gave my ass another slap. No way they were up for another round so soon.
Then again, they weren't exactly human or mortal so who knew what other gifts their powerful parents had given them. Char chuckled at my reaction, and I looked over to shoot him a dark glare.
"So who was it?" Ryle grunted as h
e leaned over and gave my left breast a kiss. Yes, there was boob man.
Come to play.
"Who was what?" I asked, eyes turning to slits from the sensations they were making me feel.
"Who took your virginity?"
I sobered up instantly and sat up to look around. I slithered away from the bed at Shep's violent reaction and bent down to pick up a shirt on the floor, not caring about whose it was.
I took that opportunity to look at where we were, which was the first time I had ever been in it.
After all, Annalee had always been the one to clean there.
Char's room was all white and grays, all sharp lines and minimalistic design. One could even say it was cold and impersonal. It suited the man I knew he was, but I knew there was so much more to him than what his room presented to the world.
"Really, what does it matter? That was at least two years ago, and it didn't matter. We were both curious, talked about it, dated casually then I gave him my body. He didn't have more of me than that." I looked towards the bed to look at them all watching me. "He wasn't any of you."
"You said that to us before," Hollis pointed out, and I grimaced because I had at some point done just that. "Things change and Ledge doesn't matter. He was my first, but in more ways than one you all are my first and that should be the important thing."
Hollis sprang from the bed and naked, he stalked over to me. "So it is. We're glad to be your first in some good things too. Come back to bed, Mireyah."
I gave them all a cocky grin. "Not sure. Will you all make it worth my while?"
Hollis just raised an eyebrow and, placing an arm at the back of my knees, swept me up and onto the bed.
Where they made it worth my while.
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Call me slutty, but I wore the dress that displayed my cleavage in all its glory. That coupled with a short skirt should have meant that the guys would have jumped me, but they were preoccupied with something else.