The Everly Davis chronicles

by Amelia K Oliver

  It's said Poseidon himself took to the land in search of something. He tore his way through village after village, as did his warriors. Dolphins and seals by water, bloodthirsty monsters by land. We cleared this town of all our enemies and claimed it as our own. Even now, fifty years later, his goons still search the UK for something. Every now and then, locals will spot a seal or a dolphin in the waters and the three of us check it out. It's hard to recognize your normal seals from what are known as selkie.

  The only way to tell the difference between a regular dolphin and one that wants to rip your face off, is when it's actually trying to rip your face off. You won’t know it's an enemy until you’re up close and personal. Everly’s hand begins trembling in mine, interrupting my thoughts.

  "Everly, are you ok? You're very quiet. If I've done something..." I begin, but she cuts me off.

  "It's not that. Something happened while I was passed out. It freaked me out a bit, that's all. Then, when I put my foot in the water, I think... I think I blacked out for a few minutes. I'm fine though. Honestly. I really enjoyed tonight with you.” A pent-up breath escapes me. I’d been so worried she wouldn't be open to my advances. Human culture is very different than ours. To know she likes my company puts me at ease. She avoids telling me what happened to her, but I let it slide, for now. I don’t want to freak her out before we have the chance to tell her everything.

  “I’m a good listener. If you do want to talk, I'll always be here." I place a soft kiss to the back of her hand. "I enjoyed today too, Everly.” I caress the back of her hand with my thumb as I lay our hands on my knee. Thank God she’s stopped shaking. I'm pretty sure Karl will want to tell her about us as soon as possible, and I’m going to have a hard time admitting to my side of the story. The prospect of her rejecting me makes my stomach ache. We pull up outside her house and get out of my white jeep.

  My being a Cupid will be hard enough for her to take, but when I tell her I'm a virgin? Shit, I hope she doesn't laugh.

  “Come on, Red, let's get a snack and Netflix and chill?" I suggest the last bit with a grin on my face, hoping she sees it and smiles too. She's beautiful all the time, but when she smiles? Fuck, it makes my dick twitch and my heart swell.

  "Sounds great," she says, pulling me towards her home. We grab some snacks from what she calls her ‘goodie cubby’ and settle onto the sofa. Flipping through Netflix, she sighs.

  "Takes longer to find something half decent than it does to actually watch it. Tell me more about you and your brothers while I'm trying to find something remotely suitable.” A giggle escapes her, and it's all I can do not to blurt that I'm already falling for her right here, right now; the others be damned.

  "There's so much we need to tell you, Ever. I think we should all be together to tell you our story, combined and our own.” I shoot her a reassuring smile. Shit, please don't run from us.

  "Ookayy, I'll wait until we are all in the same room. I'm not used to...” she waves her hand up and down in front of my body. She continues. "You're very, um, shit, you're sexy as fuck alright? And..." She pauses to take in a shuddering breath. Clearly, she's struggling to put into words what she is trying to say. She thinks I'm sexy? “I like you, Le,” she finally finishes, a blush across her beautiful face. I lean forward and plant a soft kiss to her lips.

  "I like you too, Ever." I’m so fucking relieved she likes me; I almost sob out loud.

  “There isn't anything to watch, Le. Hmm, how about we put some music on instead?” She raises one eyebrow at me.

  “Yeah, sounds good to me,” I can’t help laughing out loud. She jumps off the sofa and sashays her way over to an iPod docked on top of a huge speaker. Oh man, that arse! My eyes follow her across the room. Ever presses a button and music starts to pump through the room. “Promises” by Sam Smith. She's dancing before she turns around, swinging her hips to the beat, making my heart speed up. Just as Sam starts to sing, she turns to me. Her eyes are closed. I stand and stride over to her, taking her hand in mine. I let the music take control of me and pull her flush against my chest. We stand face to face, one of her legs between mine, her hands around my neck, mine holding onto her hips. We dance to a beat that vibrates through my chest.

  She turns around. Her ample arse rubs against me and my eyes roll back into my head. God, she's so sexy, her body’s made to break seals. Her heart is kind and sweet. My hands make their way around her tummy. The silk top she's wearing helps them glide over her luscious curves. Leaning down, I put my lips next to her ear and start to sing along, just loud enough for her to hear. I feel rather than hear the breath she sucks in. Her reaction spurs me on and I sing a little louder, my lips brushing against her earlobe as my mouth works. I've never sung in front of anyone other than Karl and Garrot. It's a little nerve wracking but I love the words in this song.

  Some of them are pretty close to what I want to say to her, but not without revealing too much. As I softly sing to her, we dance like we're making love. My dick is so hard, I can feel it throbbing along to our heartbeats. I press my face into her neck and plant a soft, wet kiss on the silky skin there.

  “Leyland...” She says my name on a moan, which makes my hands squeeze tighter on her round hips. I press my pelvis into her harder, cocooning my hardness with her softness. I lean forward to rub my cheek against hers.

  “Everly, I can feel your heart beating in my chest. Tell me, is this too much, too fast for you?” Our lips crash together in an explosion of passion. I may be a virgin, but I'm not inexperienced. I've done it all but sex. Just maybe, I can show my girl how much I mean what I say. Even if she’s not the one to break my seal, I want her as my consort regardless. I want her as mine and I'll be hers, always. I cannot wait until the guys and I explain everything to her. I want her too much to stop now. When I break the kiss, she drags a gulp of air in past her swollen lips.

  "I trust you, Le. I want you." At her softly spoken words, I guide her back to the couch sitting her down. I slide myself to the floor in front of her, so that I’m positioned between her legs. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and gaze up into her ocean blue eyes.

  "Ever?" In answer, she lifts her hips, and I pull them down, leaving behind her thong. Oh shit. It's a lacy, pink number with a tiny bow on the front, and she's bare down there. Fuck me. Heaven, that's what awaits me behind that scrap of fabric, pure heaven. I push to my knees to kiss her passionately, our lips crashing together.

  Garrot

  Watching Everly and Leyland leave my dad's shop and not following them was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I've fought beasts the size of the Hulk, with little more than a pinkie finger sized blade. I've floated myself over the English Channel to France, over the Dover Straits, bloodied and bruised, chasing selkies and sea Goddesses. Those were puppies and kittens compared to my need to follow Everly and stake my claim on her.

  Shitting hell, when did I become such a soft git? Fuck it, I want this. For the first time in my long life, I am ready to commit myself wholly and unconditionally to a woman. I can't even pretend to fight it. I'm going to dive in headfirst and I fucking love it. She’s funny as fuck, smart, and sweet. My sweet Ever. That flaming red hair, those tits that bounce whenever she moves, that arse. Oh man, that beautiful bubble butt. My hands are big and she more than fills them. I like big butts and I cannot lie! Karl clears his throat, snapping me out of my daydreaming. He not so subtly looks down at my crotch. Shit, I'm pitching a tent.

  "Thinking of our Everly, brother?" Our Everly. Huh. I like it. It feels right to me. I drop my gaze to the tent between his legs.

  "Looks like we both were, bro.” He doesn't look the slightest bit ashamed of it. Knowing what's under there, I wouldn't be either. Shit, if she accepts us after we tell her what we are, then I'm all in. She'll be in for an amazing ride, I just know it. We've known each other for the longest time, we've shared women before, so it's natural that we've seen each other in our birthday suits. While we’re each built like bodybuilders,
Karl's waist is broader than mine and Leyland's. His massive legs are thicker than ours too. Leyland’s the tallest while I've got more of a swimmer’s body. So, it stands to reason that with those differences our dicks are just as different. Mine is a bit thicker, but half an inch shorter at nine inches and perfectly straight, while Karl's is eight inches long and has a girth that he assures me requires two hands. Leyland’s has a little less girth than ours, but it's the longest at nine and a half inches. Halfway to the tip it curves slightly towards his belly button.

  Yea, we're guys, we've measured. So what? We’ve always been close; there are no secrets between us. We've shared bed partners, but we've never fucked each other. Not that I wouldn't, but it's just never happened. Leyland, of course, has always had to watch. He can get hard, but only his fated consort can break his seal and make him empty his sack of a century's worth of cum. He’s a master at foreplay by now, but his virginity oath stops him from ever having sex, even anal. All cupids must remain a virgin until they meet his or her fated. Karl always takes charge, having his fun first. Personally, I liked to take a woman in her arse.

  So, sharing a woman's body was nothing new to us, but sharing her heart and soul? That would be very different. I had no doubt my brothers and I could work together as a unit to fulfil Everly’s every desire. Not just in the bedroom, but also in her heart too. I turn to Karl as we get into his bright red Ferrari, about to set off from dropping my dad at home, since his car is fucked. I can't stop my usual eye roll when he drives this car, we have to contort our big bodies to get in it, which makes it ridiculous. Why can't he just get a four by four like my Shogun? Or Le's Jeep? At least in those, we can actually breathe and not have our knees under our chins.

  "Do you think we should buy some condoms? Don't look at me like that, K! We all know what we want, and if she wants the same thing then I want us to be prepared," I say as we put on our seatbelts. He turns towards the window, deep in thought. I want us to build our little family of four before adding to it, so condoms are a must.

  "Yeah, we can pick some up later. I've got a feeling Le is more prepared for this than we are. What odds do you give that he's breaking his virgin oath right now?" His voice is gruff, like he's half happy for our brother, and half pissed he won't be the first to be with Ever that way. We drive away, the beefy sound from the exhaust echoing around the empty streets.

  "Is it still a break of his oath if she's his fated? I mean, he won't be able to cum unless she's his consort, right?" I muse out loud as we speed towards Everly’s house.

  "If the feeling we all got when you grounded me back at the shop so I could heal her head is anything to go by, then yeah, she's his fated consort, alright," Karl says with more than a hint of hope in his voice. She binds our souls together, for eternity. I for one couldn't be happier.

  "So, we're going to tell her everything then, huh?" Fuck a duck, I hope to God she doesn't run when she finds out we are other.

  "Yes, everything. If she runs... well, we’ll chase her, make her understand we’re different from any fellas she's ever met before, and we’ll keep her safe. Not just from others, but from ourselves. She's mortal, so we need to take it one step at a time with her. She'll see, brother, we will help her see, and we will gain her trust,” Karl says without even pausing.

  God, he seems so sure about this. I feel it too; I already care deeply for her. But this is a lot to ask of a mortal woman, maybe too much? To accept and grow to love three guys who each have their own different powers, wants, and needs? Yeah, that’s a lot to take in.

  Chapter Seven

  EVERLY

  Our lips are moving against one another and I don't want it to stop, ever. Leyland tastes so good, like chocolate covered strawberries and sunshine. No, that's not right. Oh man, I can't form a cohesive thought with his tongue massaging mine like this. I'm vaguely aware of the sounds coming from the iPod as George Ezra croons about listening to the man.

  "Everly." He moans my name between kisses, like he's saying a prayer, and it only makes me wetter for him. I pull him up onto the sofa and straddle his hips so we can be more connected, body and lips. I shut my mind down and just go with what feels right, and what feels right at this moment is taking all our clothes off and having mind-blowing sex. So yeah, I'll go with that. It’s fast. Yeah, it really is, but I like him and it feels right in my heart to be with Leyland right now. What happened on the beach, well, I have no clue what that was. As soon as the water touched my skin, I felt... I felt like I was home, where I was meant to be.

  There was an undeniable pull to wade all the way in. But I was too freaked out to do anything other than throw my arms around Le. I have a connection with this man in front of me. I just know in my heart this is right. There’s no denying it. So I'm not gonna try. I lean upwards, pulling him with me. My hands grip the bottom of his t-shirt, lifting it up and over his head. He stoops a bit so I can reach.

  Oh, my fucking God, he's an Adonis. A light smattering of hair graces his rock-hard chest, pecs so big they fill my small hands. I rub my hands down the bumps and dips of his six-pack, edging closer to where I want my mouth to be. Unbuttoning his jeans, I slide down his body.

  I can see what our kiss did to him. Shit, I couldn't miss that if I was blind. I inch his pants down his legs as he thrusts up to help me. Damn near takes out my eye with his dick. I plant a kiss on its tip on the way past. His moan has me flooding myself. Fuck, his moans are so sexy. I love a man who isn't afraid to let his pleasure show. I hook my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and look up at Le's expressive eyes.

  "Can I taste you, Leyland?" Oh shit, please say yes. I want to wrap my lips around his huge cock so bad, I almost don't wait for permission.

  "Ever, I... I've got to tell you something. Just let me..." he fumbles with the words. I sit up so fast dizziness swamps my head. His arms reach out to steady me.

  "I'm so sorry, Leyland, I didn't think. Shit, I'm sorry, is this not what you wanted...?” His finger presses against my lips to shush me. A smile spreads behind it.

  "Fuck that! Hell yes, I want to do this with you, Ever, but I feel like you should know something first." He casts his eyes down and my heart skips a beat. Do not fucking tell me this is a fake dick I can feel and see, please just don't. Is he transsexual? No, surely not. Look at him for god's sake. There's no way he was a woman. I wouldn't have a problem with that, but he most definitely should’ve told me before now. I don't think it would’ve changed how I feel about him, but it's not something you drop on someone at the last second like this. Wait, I don't see any straps around his svelte waist, so it's not that. Oh shit, does he have an STD? Oh, fuck no, get the fuck off me. He must see the confusion on my face, because he blurts out.

  "I'm a virgin!" he blurts. Shitting hell! "Ever, I'm a virgin. I can't... I won't be able... Fuck, this is so hard to say! I'm not inexperienced, I've done a lot of things, and I can't really explain it to you until the other guys are here. Do I want this..." He gestures between our half-naked bodies. "Fuck yes I do. But there’s a lot you don't know; I mean what we've got to tell..." This time I push my finger to his lips, shushing him.

  "I don't care, Leyland; I really like you. And, I think you like me too? This is what I want. Is it what you want?" My voice is louder than I intend it to be. The rush of emotions I've just been through in the last five minutes is enough to give me a pass. I hope. I blink slowly, trying to calm my heart down. Before I can open them again, Leyland snakes his fingers in the base of my hair, yanking me towards him, our lips crashing together in a passionate yet reverent kiss. Then he lifts my shirt over my head and I half stand, half kneel in front of him, my breasts bouncing slightly from my panting. He softly grabs my upper arms and pulls us both to a standing position. I look up into his face, trying to let him see just how much I want him.

  He sits back down, his eyes roaming my exposed body. Shit, it's broad daylight and he can see all of my wobbly bits that no woman wants anyone to see, let alone a man that you
want to fuck. His gaze slides over me so slowly I can almost feel it on my skin. He finally reaches forward and rips off my thong in a move so fast, I don't even feel a pull. Then it's on the floor and I'm completely naked in front of this beautiful piece of art. My anxiety kicks in. The room starts spinning and I'm thrown into the past.

  "Fat bitch, get your lard arse off me, now!” Punch.

  “Lazy bitch, get off the sofa once in a while, maybe you wouldn't be so fat." Slap

  "Nobody wants you slut! Look at you, who would want a fat slag like you?" Kick.

  "You're absolutely worthless, Everly. You hear me? No one will ever love you!" I can't breathe. His hand is around my throat.

  No! No, not now, go away! Someone's shaking me, and I react the only way I know how. I make my body small. I curl in on myself and slide to the floor, barely able to get a breath past my dry lips.

  "Everly? Come here, sweet girl. No one will ever hurt you again, I swear.” It's Leyland, just my Le.

  I'm safe. I launch myself into his arms, our bodies slapping against each other the only sound in the room. Fuck that, I'm never going to let that happen to me again. Leyland isn't Peter, and I'm not that Everly anymore.

  "I want you, Le, please." My breathing is out of control. I need him, and I need him now. He picks me up by my arse. His groan at the feel of our naked bodies pressing together vibrates against my chest and makes my nipples pebble. He turns and carries me up the stairs like I weigh nothing, Fuck me, he's so strong. We make it into my bedroom, which luckily is tidy, not that he would notice since his lips never leave mine and he's looking deep into my eyes, not at our surroundings. Otherwise, we might’ve gone crashing to the floor, tripping over my crap. He throws me on the bed. I lay bare to him once again. My legs have fallen to the sides, with my hair all over the place, and he just stands there looking at me. This time, I don't crash into the past. I won't allow myself to.