Cold Dark Souls : A Dark Reverse Harem Romance (Cruel Black Hearts Book 2)

by Candace Wondrak

  It physically pained me to finish, “We need to get her back on her meds. Go from there.”

  Though I knew Lincoln hated dealing with his family, he gave me a curt nod. “I’ll see what I can do. Do we…do we act like things are normal?”

  It was my turn to nod dumbly. I offered Lincoln the pill bottle as I slid my phone back in my pocket. “Yeah, I think so. Put these on the kitchen counter. I want her to see them. I want to see what she does.”

  “Are we spending the night here?”

  “I think we should.”

  It was a lot of I thinks, but at this point, I wasn’t sure what to do. I’d never had to deal with something like this before—and that was saying a lot, considering the gruesome scenes that often took place in our basement. It would be nice if Lincoln came up with an idea for what we should do, because right now I was kind of freaking the fuck out.

  I was the first to exit the bathroom, heading straight for her room, the one I saw Lincoln exit, while he went to set the bottle in the kitchen. How far gone was she? I wondered, quietly inching myself into her room, finding her asleep on the bed, passed out. She wore nothing, her naked body barely visible in the darkness. If she started taking her meds again, would she remember what she did? Would the delusions stop? I had no idea how these things worked, because my mind wasn’t like hers. I was just a monster. She was…an accidental one.

  Gingerly sitting on the side of the bed, I reached out, running my fingers through her hair, moving stray tendrils off her face. She stirred only a little, her eyes peeking open in the darkness. “Edward?” she asked, groggy. “Edward, is that you?”

  “Yes,” I whispered. “It’s me.”

  “I missed you,” Stella murmured, still half asleep. “Lincoln…” She said not another word as she dozed off again.

  I supposed I could’ve woken her up, made her please me like the way I knew she’d pleased Lincoln while I was at work, but I couldn’t picture breaking her tranquility, shattering her stillness. She was still my Stella, and yet I felt as if I gazed at a stranger.

  Feeling my shoulders rise and fall with a soft breath, I laid down beside her, feeling the warmth Lincoln had left. I set a hand on her hip, feeling her tender, soft skin. Smooth and flawless, even if her insides weren’t as perfect. No matter what happened, regardless of what came of this, I would not let my feelings for her change. No, she would always be mine.

  Stella scooted closer, cuddling against my chest, burying her face in the crook of my neck. Her breath hot on my skin, I would let this woman take everything from me. Even if she didn’t ask for it, I would gladly give her everything. My devotion, my passion, my body. Everything and anything; it was all hers, whether she wanted them or not.

  New as her presence was in my life, it was like our souls knew each other, recognized one another. I knew just from reading her articles that we were connected in ways other people couldn’t imagine.

  It wasn’t too long before Lincoln crept in, closing the door behind him. I watched his shadow move around the other side of the bed, crawling to her back. It was difficult for the three of us to fit on her bed together, for her bed was nowhere near the size of mine, but laying on our sides, we managed.

  I ran my hand down her side, thinking, I won’t give up on you. Lincoln’s hand was on her lower hip, and our fingers touched. We would figure this out, somehow. We would do it together. The three of us were so much stronger when we were together. I had to have faith that things would work out.

  Lincoln would call his family doctor in the morning. We would see how Stella reacted to the pill bottle. We would take this one day at a time, even if we had to constantly either be at her house or her at ours. I would make her take her meds again, even if I had to hide them in her food.

  Baby steps.

  Chapter Eighteen – Stella

  Not once in my life had I ever pictured myself waking up in the middle of a man sandwich, but that’s precisely how I woke up the next day, oddly well-rested considering how awful the day before was. Ugh. I didn’t want to think about my mother, Bree, and all the snippy comments that were said, not to mention the fact Callie was still mad at me.

  I felt a naked presence behind me, his large, strong body radiating heat right into my back. He had a morning wood situation going on, not that I minded at all. I might’ve wiggled my butt against it to see if I could make it grow more.

  Weird, right? I was strangely happy, everything else aside.

  Another warm body laid in my bed, his chest mere inches from my nose. Only this one wasn’t naked. Edward must’ve slipped in last night, too tired from his job to do anything with me—or perhaps I was the tired one. Maybe he felt bad seeing me so drained he decided to leave me alone.

  The thought made me sad, because I wanted him to use me. I liked it when he commanded me, the rich, chocolatey timbre of his voice smoothing over my body like velvet. I got a certain thrill when he told me to take off my clothes, when he made me tie my first wrist to his bedpost. Hmm. Maybe I just had a thing for Edward.

  I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed through my window, allowing me to see that Edward was no longer asleep. His blue eyes sparkled, open and staring at me, a small grin on his face, dimples in his cheeks. It looked…well, it looked like someone had tried to beat him up.

  Gently trailing my fingers along his cheek, avoiding the black and blue parts of his face, I asked, “What happened?”

  “Nothing,” he said, taking my hand and kissing it in an oddly sweet gesture. “Nothing at all.”

  “Why didn’t you wake me up when you got in?” As I asked it, I felt Lincoln stir behind me, his strong hand gripping my hip as his own hips started to grind against my ass.

  Edward’s smile only grew when he saw what Lincoln was doing. “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked too peaceful.”

  “Since when do you care?” I asked, lightly tapping him on his shoulder. The action elicited a sharp wince from him. Even with Lincoln pushing his boner against me, I managed to say, “Take off your clothes. Let’s see what this nothing is.”

  He gave me mock frown, but Edward did as I said. He rolled off the bed, quickly working to get out of his clothes—work clothes that smelled like grease and spices. Once he stood naked, I was able to see the full extent of his injuries. They were…not exactly what I would call nothing.

  His face was bruised, his shoulders, too. Black and blue, some bruises so deep they were purple. Edward looked like he got into a fist fight with someone, but I was clueless as to who. A possibility popped into my head, one I didn’t like, so I had to ask.

  “You didn’t kill anyone, did you?” The question sounded more innocent than it was, or maybe it was because Lincoln’s erection against my ass was becoming harder to ignore. Edward must’ve either not had morning wood or been up for a while to let it pass.

  “No,” Edward quickly said, coming back to bed. The three of us hardly fit. “I promise, nothing like that.” He ran a hand through my hair, his thumb grazing my neck. I wanted him to take my neck in his hands, squeeze a little. I wanted his hand to do that and so much more.

  Before these two, I never once had a dirty thought in my mind, and now when I was around them, sex was all I could think about. Well, sex and murder. Sex and blood. Sex and chaos. They went well together, in any combination, as long as it involved our bodies and something that got my adrenaline pumping.

  Lincoln muttered, his lips near my ear, “Lift your leg.” Lincoln had taken on the role of giving orders, and I was all too happy to do it, since Edward was acting so mushy-gushy.

  Since I laid on my side, I lifted the leg that was on top, feeling Lincoln probing me instantly. My gaze was still locked with Edward, his hand on my neck. As if he knew what I wanted, his fingers started to curl, holding my neck harder as the tip of Lincoln’s dick found me, pushed into me. My gasp was stifled by Edward’s hand as Lincoln filled me up, his bare chest pressing hard against my back.

  As Lincoln started to thrust in
and out, grabbing me hard on my side, Edward’s blue eyes danced. “Moan for me,” he spoke, a hushed command I could not go against.

  A strangled cry left me as I focused on the cock inside me, warming of my lower gut as the man behind me used my body how he wanted to.

  Edward might’ve been soft and sweet before, but when Lincoln was inside of me, his inner beast emerged. His grip around my throat hardened even more, blocking out just enough air to be painful but not enough to make me want to pass out. “Do you like feeling Lincoln’s dick inside of you?”

  I didn’t have to glance down to know that Edward’s dick was also growing hard. Managing to nod slightly, I whispered, “Yes.” The single-word answer was knocked out of me as Lincoln pushed as far inside as he could go. Never in my life did I feel fuller.

  “Tell him you want more,” Edward added.

  And I did. I practically begged Lincoln for more. “Give me more.” My thoughts were a haze, my eyelids fluttering shut. I would never let myself be used like this by anyone. Edward and Lincoln might’ve started out as strangers, but they weren’t strangers any longer. I had known from the first moment I met Edward that we were alike in ways I couldn’t describe.

  Now I knew it was because his monster called out to mine.

  And as for Lincoln…I hated him at first, but somehow that had changed quickly, too. His beast was different than Edward’s, but it fit with mine as well. We were three freaks who all needed each other. Three people who were not whole on our own.

  God, I loved these guys. I loved them so much I hadn’t even thought of the Angel Maker at all last night, or this morning. Until now, I mean. But still—that was an accomplishment, wasn’t it?

  Edward leaned in, pressing his lips against mine as Lincoln continued to pump in and out of me, my slickness audible in the air. I was wet for these men and I wasn’t ashamed of it. They were everything I wanted. Edward didn’t kiss me as hard as he might’ve if he wasn’t so beat up, but it was enough to overload my mind, especially when I felt Lincoln’s teeth grazing my back shoulder.

  These two were enough to drown me. Sensory overload. So many different sensations all at once, being surrounded by two hot men, me being the object of their affection, their attention, their hands and their cocks. It was both too much and not enough. I needed to come up for air, but at the same time I never wanted it to stop.

  Lincoln bit harder into my shoulder as he pushed his hips against mine, his dick filling me up completely. His moan was muffled by my flesh, his fingers digging into my sides harder, enough for me to wince into the kiss with Edward. Pleasure hardly ever came without pain when it came to these two. I knew that by now, and I was more than fine with it.

  Bring it all on.

  After Lincoln came, he sluggishly withdrew from me, moaning, finally releasing my shoulder from his bite and my side from his iron grasp. Edward, however, took the helm without hesitation. While the other man laid on the edge of the bed, Edward flipped me to my back, forcing my legs open. He didn’t even let me take a breath before he grabbed his length, rubbing the tip of his cock along me, teasing me in such a cruel, horrible way.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said, arching a single blonde brow, looking quite boyish, in spite of the circumstances. You know, being naked, all bruised and beat up, with a third person on the bed.

  There were so many things I wanted in that moment. I wanted to be full. I wanted to scream in pleasure. If Callie was home, I wanted to make her listen to my wails of ecstasy. I wanted my mother to pay for all the shit she’d said to me, my sister to regret her snide words. I wanted to know who the Angel Maker was, see his true face and know his black soul. But most of all, I wanted his hard dick inside of me, and I wanted it now.

  “I want you,” I said, breathing hard. Our eyes locked, and neither of us blinked as he finally entered me. I let out a whimper, grabbing the sheets under me as Edward started rocking his hips in a slow, rhythmic speed.

  Being one with Edward and Lincoln was a feeling I couldn’t describe. I never wanted it to stop. If I could spend all day, every day in this bed with them—or in their beds, since theirs were bigger—I would. But, alas, I had bills. Rent. A job. Articles I actually enjoyed writing, not to mention a serial killer to meet. Staying in bed, getting my brains fucked out, was not a valid option. As tempting as it was.

  Edward was a master at both fucking and holding me down. One strong arm held down my neck, a look of pure menace on his face as he glided in and out of me. The look of a madman. If I made these two half as crazy as they made me feel, good. It meant I had power over them, and that was something I was starting to realize I enjoyed. Having power. Claiming it. Using it.

  He took his own pleasure from me, no longer the soft and touchy-feely Edward he was moments ago. This was the Edward I craved; this was the Edward I needed in my life. Being used by him, there was something so mesmerizing about it. Made me feel all warm and tingly and shit.

  Yeah, I guessed I wasn’t too good with words when I was being fucked like an animal, huh?

  Edward’s speed increased, and I couldn’t even arch my back when I felt the pressure building inside me. My eyes squeezed shut, the orgasm ripping through me in a violent wave I could not deny, taking hold of my body, making me shudder, even under Edward’s firm grip. It left me feeling tired, tired and blissful in a way other sensations couldn’t.

  My orgasm must’ve been all Edward needed to push him over his edge, for within seconds his body shook above mine, his cock spewing his warm, salty seed inside of me, mixing with the load Lincoln had left. The hand around my throat loosened, dragging down along me, between my breasts, before he pulled out of me and rolled to his side, wincing as his shoulder came down on the bed.

  I felt good. Used and well-loved.

  Looking at Edward, I said, “You really aren’t going to tell me who beat you up?” It was difficult to talk when all I wanted to do was revel in the post-orgasm high my body currently buzzed with, but I managed. Mostly because I was freakishly curious. So curious it was about all I could think of.

  Lincoln snickered behind me. “You should see the other guy.”

  Edward tossed him a glare, his blue eyes suddenly cold.

  “So it was another man? Who?” I asked, biting my bottom lip, desperate to know, and I couldn’t help but wonder why these two refused to tell me. Clearly Lincoln knew all about it. Why was I not allowed to know? “Why are you keeping things from me?” I spoke quieter this time, sounding hurt. Because I kind of was. It was almost like these two didn’t trust me, even after what we shared with Destiny.

  “Stella, don’t worry about it. It’s nothing important. You…” Edward glanced to the door. “What time do you have to go into work? I can drop you off.”

  Lincoln sat up. “What the fuck about me? Am I chopped liver or something? Not good enough?”

  Talk about not good enough. I felt not good enough, with the secret these two were keeping. I hoped they wouldn’t keep something immensely important from me, and with any luck, it wasn’t something I should concern myself with. Still, that nagging feeling would not go away, even as I got up and pulled out some clothes I’d throw on after a quick shower.

  “I’ll drive her. Shouldn’t you be at work by now anyway?” Edward shot back, to which Lincoln rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom to grab his phone out the pile of clothes he’d left there the night before.

  “Shit,” he said, hurrying to shrug on his clothes. “I’m fucking late. I blame you for this.” He shot his head around the bedroom door, glaring at Edward before rushing out. The front door slammed a moment later.

  Well, as long as he didn’t blame me.

  Holding my clothes to my bare chest, I couldn’t help but shake my head at their antics. Shouldn’t he have had an alarm set or something? Maybe Lincoln hadn’t expected to spend the whole night with me. It was…a lot nicer than I thought. When he wasn’t being supremely dickish, he was a very nice cuddler.

  Yet ano
ther thing I never imagined myself thinking.

  As I went into the bathroom and hopped into the shower, I couldn’t help but listen for Callie. There was no other movement in the house, besides Edward in my room. Had Callie stayed out all night? Was John back from his business trip? I didn’t think so, and I really hoped she didn’t make a mistake all because she was upset with me.

  She shouldn’t even be upset with me anyways. She was way overreacting.

  In five minutes, I was out of the shower and dressed, my wet hair thrown into a messy bun. Edward was in the kitchen, staring into my mostly empty fridge. His body looked good in the clothes he wore to work the day before, even if the fabric did smell like grease. “How in the world do you survive like this…” He was busy muttering to himself.

  I shrugged to myself, packing up my laptop and my keys into my messenger bag. I was about to say something back when my eyes flicked up, spotting a pill bottle sitting on the counter near him. “Are those yours?” I asked, eyebrows drawing together.

  “They were here when I came out,” Edward said, slowly closing the fridge as he reached for the bottle. He shook it once, and the sound of the pills moving in the container told me it was mostly full. “Are you sure they’re not yours?”

  Meeting his eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder why he thought they were mine. They most certainly weren’t. I moved to him, taking the pill bottle when he offered it to me. “They must be Callie’s. I’ll put them in her room.”

  Which meant she came home last night and was already out of the house before I woke up, I thought as I made my way to her room, peeking my head in only to set the container on her desk. Was she having some kind of medical crisis? Was that why she was so prone to anger with me? Maybe she was dealing with something else…

  No. I wouldn’t think of it.

  I left her room, threw my messenger bag around my shoulders, and met Edward’s eyes once again. Their blue hue was silent but questioning. If he wanted me to spill all of Callie’s secrets, I wouldn’t. I wasn’t sure I even knew what they were.