The Everly Davis chronicles

by Amelia K Oliver

  “Oh, fuck me sideways.”

  THE END OF BOOK ONE

  Four Ever

  Amelia K Oliver

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  **WARNING**

  This book carries an 18+ warning. Contains foul language and sexual scenes.

  This book also carries possible Triggers

  *Domestic violence and rape are both mentioned in this book please take care of yourself while reading this book*

  Chapter One

  EVERLY

  Either the world will be sucked under the ocean and the entire human race will be wiped out, or I'll magically turn into the Queen of the Sea. No pressure then, Ever.

  Someone wants to kill me... Must be Sunday. A measly four weeks, not the four months we thought we had.

  "You must train to use your powers, daughter. The fate of the world rests upon your shoulders."

  Yeah, no pressure at all. I barely feel any. It's been two hours since I was branded by my three lovers, but it feels like a lifetime has passed. I look down at the mark between my boobs. Wings, beautiful, white. A tree, its trunk thick and sturdy. An electric blue G. It's stunning.

  "They're your consorts, Everly. They will protect you with their lives. But daughter, you must mark them. Do it before they are ripped from you."

  Fuck me sideways. Mark them? Right. To do that, we must enter the sea and use its power along with my own to create a bond that will last for eternity.

  "It won't be like William's mark. No. This will be painful, for all of you."

  Only problem is, I'm scared. What if my guys don't want to be marked as mine? Like property. Mother said it would hurt them. I don't want to hurt them, but I also don't want the poor excuse for a man called Poseidon to take them from me.

  "Ever, please try to eat." I look up into Leyland`s eyes.

  Oh Le, what did I do to you? He’s barely spoken since we arrived back home. White and gold wings burst from his back, turning him into something else. He’s a Cupid, and he loves being one. And now he's ... what? I don't know.

  "Le..." I begin.

  "No, sweetheart. Eat. Then we can talk, okay?"

  He doesn't sound angry. More sad than anything. Garrot, however, is over the fucking moon.

  "Yeah, babe, eat. Don't make me spank you." He tries to lighten the mood, but no one reacts. We are still too shocked to think. I look down at the sandwich in my hand, my appetite completely forgotten. Just by that fact, you can tell how much my insides are churning like the sea during a storm. I'm always hungry. So if I'm not eating... the shit has hit the fan, people. I let out a sigh.

  "Everly, talk to us." Karl moves off the couch to kneel in front of me and pulls my chin up so I look right into his beautiful eyes. Deep brown with a hint of green near the iris.

  Fuck me, he's beautiful. I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and beg him to fuck me senseless. But I don't do that. Instead, I sit, unable to speak or think. Today’s events have completely wiped me out. I feel drained of energy.

  "I'm tired," I say softly. All three of my guys rush to their feet. Shit, I don't even startle. Where are my senses?

  "I'll take her. Lock the doors and windows. And put the heat on, she's freezing," Karl commands, his eyes intense and determined.

  Garrot and Leyland start talking about dividing the chores as Karl picks me up, wrapping his strong arms around me. One goes under my legs, the other around my waist. I hang limply as he carries me up the stairs as if I'm light as a feather.

  When he gently places me on my bed, I just lie there, unable to function properly. He disappears into the en-suite, coming back several minutes later with a bowl, flannel, and a towel. I still haven’t moved, barely blinked. He pulls off my stained nightie and meticulously cleans my body, washing away the dirt, grass stains, and blood. Some of it mine, some blue.

  "Everly, we all love you so much. I know you're processing what happened today, but please talk to me. Seeing you like this is killing me," he says as he works. I lift my eyes to his face.

  How on God's green earth did I get so lucky? We might have had a rough start, but Karl has become very special to me. They all have.

  "I... I ..." I let out a sigh. I can't even form full sentences. Jesus, pull it together, woman! "Sorry," I mumble.

  He sucks in a lungful of air and drops the cloth on the floor before wrapping me in his Hulk-like arms. I let out a deep breath I didn't even realise I was holding as I wrap my arms around his waist. God, he smells so good. Like the woods right after a light rain with a hint of the sunshine. I lean back and take him in. He's covered in blue blood, head to toe. He fought for all our lives tonight. The evidence is clear in the bruises covering his body and his own red blood seeping from various wounds. I'm so fucking grateful to them all.

  "I... shower?" Articulate, Ever.

  "Sure, here," he says as he pulls me to my feet and we walk hand in hand into the bathroom. "Sit here, baby girl, let me take care of you."

  "Thanks." As I sit on the loo, waiting for the shower to get warm, I'm reminded of the last time Karl and I were in the bathroom together. A giggle escapes me and Karl shoots me a concerned look over his shoulder. Oops. I guess someone whose world has just turned upside down, and who's just been told she’ll die in four weeks, shouldn't giggle for no reason. I bet he thinks I've lost my mind. Maybe. A little.

  Every time I blink, I'm confronted with images of those ... things that came from the water. Fucking scary shit. "They are my brethren sister, they will not harm you."

  Oh yeah, sure. I'll just go ahead and pat one of their massive dragon-looking heads and ask if they need me to check if they've got any human bones stuck in their person-sized teeth that they would like me to remove. Volunteer to be a toothpick. All. Day. Long.

  "Ever, it's ready." He says it a little too loud, like he's already told me once. I shake myself a little, trying to bring life back into my body. It doesn't work. We climb into the shower and work in silence to get ourselves clean. I scrub harder than necessary, trying to wash the day off me. The water runs down the plug hole pink with a hint of blue.

  "Baby," Karl says as he takes the sponge out of my still hands. "Turn around."

  I do as he says, all the fight’s drained right out of me, it actually feels nice to let someone take control for a moment. He washes my hair, taking time to work out the knots. My eyes threaten to close, but as soon as they do, the images of today’s battle hits me, so I snap them back open. I need something to look at. Something to burn those images out of my head. I decide it’s time to try my hand at domination, again.

  Turning to face Karl, I order, "Get on your knees." My voice stern. He stills for a split second, then kneels before me. Running my hands over his wet, flat curls I look down his body to see he's hard. I lick my lips. His dick is thick. My fingers can't reach around its girth, the veins running along it snake-like. It bobs up and down with his anticipation. "Touch me, everywhere." Unsure if I'm begging or telling him. At my words, his hands jerk up, taking hold of my hips. He slowly, reverently, runs them across every inch of my slick, soapy skin. When he reaches my inner thighs, he looks up at me, eyes alight with love.

  I shuffle my feet wider apart, giving him easier access. He lifts his hand up, the tops of his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin, parting my lips with his fingers.

  "Oh, Karl." I moan as one rough finger slowly circles my throbbing clit. I lean my head back against the tiles behind me.

  "Miss, may I lick you here?"

  Oh my God, I love this. His submission, the power solely in my hands.

  "Once." I warn. I look down to watch, his tongue snakes out of his mouth, and gives my clit one long, slow lick. My eyes close in pleasure. Until he licks me again and they snap open. "No! I said once." I chide.

  He rests his arse on his feet, hands clasped in his lap, head bent down. Oh fuck, I've never done this before, been the dominant partner. But it's fucking turning me on, so much I can feel my juices running down my thighs.

>   "I'm sorry, Miss. I've been naughty. What will you do with me?" He's looking right in my eyes now, his holding hope? Excitement? Desire? All three, I think. An idea pops into my head.

  "You will fuck me, and you will not cum. Understand?" I point my finger in his face. The warning clear.

  "Yes, Miss," he says quickly. As he gets to his feet, he spins me and in one swift move enters me from behind. "Oh fuck," he grinds out.

  "Don't...cum," I pant. He fucks me hard and fast, the sound of our skin slapping together barely heard over our moans. His dick hits my g-spot over and over. An orgasm crashes through me. Wave after wave crashes into me. Stealing my breath and blocking out all other thoughts. When I come back to earth, Karl is still behind me, his dick inside my pussy. I can feel it throbbing.

  "Oh, Miss, please, let me cum," he gasps. His whole body trembles as he fights the urge to fuck me senseless.

  "No." Fuck, am I doing this right? Shit, I need to do some research about this. I want to get it right for him. He pulls out slowly, a low growl rumbling through his chest. Then he gets back on his knees, head bent.

  "Again, Karl. Make me cum again. But Do. Not. Cum." His whole body vibrates as he stands in front of me, pre-cum dripping from his tip. I feel a little bad. Not bad enough to stop, though.

  "Tell me again, Miss. Tell me I can't cum."

  Oh, fuck me. "Under no circumstances will you cum, Karl." I grab his face with one hand as he slides back inside me. Lifting my leg with his hand, he thrusts into me so hard, my eyes roll into the back of my head.

  "Yes!" Over and over his dick glides into my wetness, as the water from the shower caresses us, sliding down our bodies, adding to the pleasure. He leans back and with his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my clit, sending me over the edge, again. My knees buckle under me, he wraps an arm around me and shallowly bobs his bell in and out of my pussy, my moans echoing through the room. His face is scrunched up—he almost looks pained.

  "What now, Miss?" He's shaking.

  My juices are glistening on his cock. I want him to come inside me, but if this is what he wants.....

  "Dry my body and then dress me." I let his face go, the colour returning to the spots where my fingers were. A small whimper escapes him. Eek, I hope this is the type of thing he wants. Otherwise, I'm just being a bitch, leaving him with blue balls. Slipping out of me with a whimper, he guides me into the bedroom, dries and dresses me. The whole time, his cock bounces against his abs, small moans leaving him everytime he brushes against me. Once he's done, we climb into bed. He snuggles onto my back.

  "Thank you, Ever." He sounds so content. Well... seems I got it right after all. He snuggles into me and his dick pokes my arse. I try my best not to wiggle. My eyes eventually close, despite me warring with them. I even resorted to holding them open with my fingers at one point, but I poked my eyeball so I gave up. Don't sleep Ever, don't....

  "What the ever living fuck, are they?" My eyes flick to my mother as I tremble on the ground.

  "They are Leviathan, sister, they are my kin." William answers me.

  He said what now? Kin? Lev... levvy thingy whatever he said. Le-vi-a-than. Behind my mother and brother, twenty-foot dragons lift their huge bodies up, spraying salty water everywhere.

  "Don't be frightened, my Queen. They will not harm you or your consorts. They are yours to command."

  Fuck me on a washer. This can't be real. I push myself up, wiping grass off my arse.

  "Boy, tell them to change. Let her see them." My mother's musical voice belts out, so she can be heard above the roars and snorts coming from the two beasts before us. Am I in Game of Thrones, right now? I swing my head to see if Hafþór Björnsson, will be joining us. Because he'd fit right in.

  "Crag, Victor. Join us." William commands. Oh boy. The sound of bones cracking and snapping has me shooting upright. Shit. Shit. Shit.

  "Everly, are you ok my love?" Leyland whispers softly next to me. I'm in bed, Karl to my right, Le to my left. He lifts me slightly.

  "Yeah. No. I don't know," I sob. He wraps me in his arms and lays us back down onto the pillows, his face inches from mine.

  "Shhh, sweetheart. We’re here. Everything will be ok. I promise," he says softly.

  I decide then and there I'll give myself until the morning to cry and freak out. But then I'll pull my shit together. I swear.

  Chapter Two

  LEYLAND

  EVERLY’S IN MY ARMS, safe and alive. I can’t ask for more than that. But the clock is ticking. Four weeks. That's all we've got to get ourselves ready to fight, not just for our lives, but the lives of every single being on this planet. Poseidon wants to sink the lands and kill everyone on earth except for the creatures who live beneath the sea. It's kill or be killed — Everly's life or the bastard who raped her mother. I'll enjoy watching that piece of shit be killed. He deserves it, not just for his terrible plans to kill the world, but also for what he’s done to my Everly. And to her mother.

  No. I don't have an ounce of compassion towards the fiend. While Karl helped Everly shower, Garrot and I talked about what happened this evening. Never did I imagine there were such creatures like the Leviathans living in the ocean. Which is kinda naive, considering we all have gifts. Hell, I'm not even sure I'm human. But those things, at least twenty feet tall, they looked like dragons of old. Only with smaller wings. Teeth the size of people, sharp and deadly looking. No wonder Everly shook as hard as she did when they emerged above the edge of the cliff, before collapsing to the floor. They were the stuff of nightmares.

  "Le, what if I can't do what my Mother says I can? I can't save the world. I'm only me. Just Everly." Everly asks softly, breaking my train of thought. She looks up at me, tears rolling down her beautiful face.

  "Never, Ever, you were never just Everly. You've always been so much more than you thought you were. I believe in you, Ever — we all do. You are powerful." I tell her honestly. She's a badarse. I couldn't be prouder. She sniffs and swipes angrily at her tears.

  "You guys should just leave. Your lives are at risk being near me. If he comes for me, you all could get hurt. I can’t... couldn't." She rambles, her emotions running away from her.

  "No, sweetheart. No. You listen to me, we’re not going anywhere, you understand? We will protect you with our lives." Her ocean blue eyes shine with wetness. It tears my heart in two. "We will do this together, Everly. Every single step of the way. We will be here for you. This I swear," I try to convince her.

  We won’t leave her for anything, ever. Wild horses can’t pull us away from her. We are hers, irrevocably and eternally. She snuggles into me, eventually her breathing evens out, I know she's asleep. The next four weeks will be hell, but together we can face everything and anything.

  Garrot

  I hear whispers when I wake up. It's dark in the room, so I guess it's still nighttime. Fuck me. What a day. Everly’s life is in danger. I'll be fucked if anyone lays a finger on her, let alone that slimeball sperm donor. That motherfucker deserves to be tortured to death. I fucking hope his death is slow, and painful. What I wouldn't give to be the one to send him back to hell.

  "...This I swear." Leyland’s talking her down. She freaked out when the dragons came out of the sea. Shit, I almost pissed my pants when their humongous heads came into focus. Never seen anything like them in my life. Whenever I've tried to picture dragons before, all Isaw was the one from The Neverending Story. These fuckers looked nothing like that. Not even a little bit. Even I shit my pants. It's been quiet for a little while now—they must've fallen asleep. Wrapping my arm around Le, I rest my hand on Ever's belly and fall back to sleep myself.

  THE NEXT TIME I OPEN my eyes, the early morning sunlight gives the room a soft glow. Karl sits at the end of the bed, pulling on socks.

  "K." I whisper and push to a sitting position against the headboard. I don't want to disturb the two sleeping beauties by my side.

  "Time for a sweep. Don't worry, I've got my phone, and Will’s sending Victor
as backup." He replies just as quietly. Victor, seven feet tall, built like a barn. Dark brown hair down to his shoulders, Native American features.

  "Yeah, good choice for backup, bro, " I laugh. He chuckles and leaves the room on silent feet.

  As usual, I've woken with a stiffy. Can't help it sleeping next to these two. I get out of bed slowly and go for a piss, which let me tell you is fucking difficult with a hard-on. I get a washcloth, washing my face, take off my pants and throw them with my boxers in the wash basket. It's full, so I pop it near the bedroom door, ready to take down when I get up properly.

  Before meeting Everly you could say I was a slob, and you'd be right. But since we moved in with her a few short days ago, I've become more domestic. I actually love it. With everything that's going on right now, a clean house is the least of our worries, but I like to do it anyway. I get back into bed on the other side of Ever, I'm naked and still hard but I fight my instincts to poke her with it. Instead, I lie there watching her sleep. She looks more peaceful now than I've seen her in days. Her flame-red hair fans against the pillow, her soft pouty lips relax with a hint of a smile. Yeah, this hard-on is going nowhere as long as I look at her.

  She may have freaked out a bit, but who wouldn't? I feel pretty shaken myself. I can't believe her adopted mother changed her birthday. If we’d known, we could have all been training for the last month. Maybe then we would have taken the fight to the gobshite, instead of waiting around for him to drown every fucking person on the planet. Or maybe not—we all need training. Each of us has new powers and we need to learn how to use them.

  On the cliff, when Everly was trapped behind the force field, Karl and I tried to break it down, sparks flew from my hands and snaked over the dome. It was a beautiful sight. One I'd like to learn how to do again. Fuck it, I can't sleep. Maybe a run would help let off some steam. Getting out of bed, I walk to my suitcases and pull out my running gear. Black lycra running shorts and matching tank top. Black trainers. Shit, I feel like a ninja. I chuckle to myself and jog down the stairs. Throwing some fruit in the blender, I decide today I'll stretch in the garden. It's like a little piece of heaven back there. Tying my hair in a man bun, I grab my glass and a towel, then head out the door.