My mouth parted as if to speak, but no words came out.
"It’s not her fault," Criss said, coming to my aid.
"No, it’s not," Cal agreed darkly. "But you certainly have some explaining to do."
Criss did his best to smile through the guilt and regret. "I want to bring your mothers back."
It was a simple admission, but the honesty in his tone was truly touching.
"I really think Rob and I can do it. Those poor ladies deserve a chance at life that isn’t just pain and torture twenty-four seven. They deserve some time with you guys. Real time."
Rob’s jaw was taut, but he hadn’t protested, which I assumed boded well for Chrissen. Maybe he agreed with him; maybe he believed that they could do it too?
"What are you so pissed off for anyway?" Ash asked Cal. "It’s not your mother who’s dead."
"It’s not yours either," Cal growled through gritted teeth.
"Right." Ash shrugged. "So, why not let Rob, Dan, and Ben decide?"
Cal’s nostrils flared as his lips pulled tighter. "Because I’m just trying to protect the group. We don’t know what magic of this magnitude could do to Rob and Criss. What if they try and it kills them? What if, instead of three dead mothers, we end up with five dead loved ones?"
The tension in Ash’s brows dissolved, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "The blood bond won’t allow it, Cal. We need to stop thinking in terms of life or death. It’s more like… now or later. Easy or painful. Win or lose."
"You don’t know that for sure," I argued, feeling hope war with uncertainty in my gut.
I wanted to believe we were essentially immortal. That we were untouchable, unharmable. But what if we weren’t? What if death was possible for us? Did we really want to risk it?
I sure as hell didn’t.
Ash’s smile grew in warmth, and his amber eyes filled with affection as he looked at me. "Yes, I do, Sweets. And you do too. You’re just scared. We all are. But…" He trailed off and sighed. "Has your magic ever allowed you to go too far? Or does it cut off before that?"
He turned from me to meet the eyes of his brothers.
The answer was, of course, no. Our power never went too far. When Cal ran out of strength, his sky powers stopped. When Dan ran out of breath, his sea powers stopped. Same for Ben when he lost his senses, Rob when he got too cold, and Criss when he got too tired. Ash’s power was different, but we’d known that for a while now.
Still, none of us actually responded.
Ash smirked. "Just let them try to revive the queens. Worst-case scenario? They fail and our mothers remain ghosts. Best case scenario…"
They’d be back. Alive.
"Wait!"
Bria was suddenly standing in the doorway of the hall. Her eyes were wide, vulnerable, and wet with tears.
"Please," she begged us softly. "Please try to bring Orion back to me."
After everything she'd done for us? I felt like we owed her that and then some. Maybe three lives? Orion plus two others. A three-for-one deal on reanimating the dead. I gave Rob and Criss the biggest puppy dog eyes I could manage, silently begging them to do as she asked.
Ash had apparently done a damn good job of convincing me they'd be fine, but the one-eighty I'd just done was enough to give us all whiplash.
Rob nodded to Criss before turning to Bria. "You still have his body?"
She nodded curtly.
"I'll have to see if his spirit is still around first," Rob said softly. "He may have gone on to the Underworld, and if he did, there's nothing we can do."
She swallowed hard. "I understand. I just… have to try."
Rob and Criss took a few confident steps toward the front doors, before the rest of us tried to follow. But the Spirit and Soothing Princes refused.
"We’ll be fine," Rob assured us. "Just let us test the waters without anyone breathing down our necks first."
"You’re not doing this without supervision," Dan argued. "If you get hurt, someone needs to know."
"I’m coming too," Cal demanded, but they shut that shit down in a real hurry.
"Nope," Criss said, just before Rob blurted out, "No fucking way."
Ash sighed and shook his head at the Sky Prince. "You were getting too worked up about it, bro. Too irritated. I’ll go instead and keep an eye on Criss while Dan keeps an eye on Rob. Sound fine?"
Cal’s eyes narrowed into slits, just barely containing his frustration. "Fine."
But, clearly, it wasn’t fine.
Because as soon as Ben and I were the only ones left, Cal punched the side of the hall until a hole splintered right through the wood.
Chapter 21
Ben and I waited quietly, watching as Cal’s knuckles split open and splinters went flying. Blood ran in scarlet ribbons down his hand, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy venting his ire.
After a few seconds, he finally stopped his assault on the barn. He breathed in deep and exhaled slowly, taking care to ensure his calm before he turned around and faced us.
"I’m sorry." His body was tense, holding on tightly to his composure. "I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that."
Ben merely grinned, like his brother’s burst of outrage was amusing to him. "It’s been a while since we’ve seen a good temper tantrum out of you. I almost thought you’d finally outgrown it."
Cal gritted his teeth and flipped him the bird.
I smiled softly. "I think we all just need to… destress."
I tried to choose my words carefully, so I didn’t piss Cal off further. It wasn’t like I was afraid of him or anything; it was just human decency—he was upset, and I didn’t want to exacerbate that.
His darkened gaze met mine and held me captive, heat crawling in the space between us. "And what do you suggest we do?"
My lips were dry all of a sudden. Licking them, I took a step closer, slowly running a hand up his abs and pecs. "I suggest… we get naked."
It had been far, far too long since any of us had been laid, and I was done with that shit. That’s probably where half of this pent-up aggression was coming from anyway.
"Here?" Cal asked. I thought his tone was meant to sound astonished, but the raspy quality of his voice made my insides curl in delight.
"I would love to coordinate and manage this suggestion of yours," Ben muttered, stepping close behind me and trapping me between them. His hand found my hip, his fingers drawing small circles along my gown. "Would that be okay with you?"
I nodded, already breathless though he was barely touching me. Horny didn’t even begin to describe how I felt—and I hadn’t used my fire powers; this was just pure, unadulterated lust.
"No coordination," Cal argued gruffly.
I wasn’t sure if Cal had ever really shared me other than the couple of group sessions we'd all participated in. That said, I could easily imagine him not wanting Ben to boss him around. But damn it, we were going to make this work. I was determined.
I put a hand on each of their chests. "How about no one's the boss? We just share equally in the work and the pleasure that comes after?"
Ben's nose scrunched, and his lips pouted. "Fine."
Cal's eyes remained narrow. "Fine."
"I mean, either that or I'm the damn boss?" I added with a shrug.
"No, we'll share," Cal said quickly.
Ben nodded. "Some people are switches, Sailor, but I'm not really one of them."
My brows threaded together. "What does that mean? What's a switch?"
Ben chuckled and uneasily ran a hand through his brown hair. "Uh, they enjoy being dominant and submissive. I only enjoy being dominant. Submissive doesn't really do it for me."
I nodded, tucking that away with all the other important information I tried to keep tabs on concerning my guys. Dan had a submissive fetish, while Ben had a dominant one. Cal didn't like sharing. Rob liked pain. Ash just plain loved sex, and I hadn't been with Criss enough to really peg him with a stereotype yet, but hopefully that would c
ome soon. Pun intended.
I wandered through the expansive hall until I found a corner that was mostly hidden by a table and some casks of alcohol. A purple tablecloth had been thrown across one of the barrels, so I spread it out and stood in the very center of it with my back facing them.
"A little help, please?" I lifted my hair and exposed the zipper of my gown.
From the corner of my eye, I watched them trip all over themselves to try and get to me first. I almost chuckled, but instead I bit my bottom lip and grinned.
Cal reached me first—probably thanks to those long, muscular legs of his—and grabbed my zipper, tugging gently as his lips met the back of my neck sensually.
My eyes drifted closed, and I heard Ben moving around to the front of me. As my gown slid tauntingly down my body, he was right there, feeling up my breasts through the flimsy material of my bra. An involuntary moan escaped my lips, and he quickly lifted my breasts from the material and tucked it underneath them, sucking on my nipples as I stood there panting.
Cal growled quietly from behind me, fisting my hair with one hand as his other trailed down my side, over my hip, and slipped into the wetness between my thighs.
Fucking Hades, this was intense. It was great having sex with two eager guys, but it was also great having sex with two guys who both wanted control. It was like a pool of testosterone and passive aggression, and I was totally there for swimming in it.
Ben's hands slid from my breasts to my waist, gently pushing until my ass and back met the tablecloth on the floor. Cal didn't seem very happy about his brother stealing me away, but instead of pouting or relinquishing control, he moved up toward my head, grabbed my tits, and tongue-fucked the hell out of my mouth.
To be honest, I was kind of caught off guard by it, so while I was busy lying there wide-eyed, Ben took the opportunity to spread my legs open and tongue-fuck a totally different, but equally as wet, part of me.
He was relentless in his pursuit of my orgasm, his tongue never straying from the steady circular motion they all knew I loved so much. The pressure built at an alarming rate, so I fisted his hair to keep him still. I wanted it to last way longer than it was about to, but he didn't seem to agree. He kept swirling around and around, applying just enough pressure to drive me mad and set my insides on fire.
Every muscle in my body tightened as I came. Ben held me in place with his arms wrapped around my thighs, while Cal swallowed up my moans with his hot mouth. It felt like I lay there thrashing and coming apart for a solid five minutes, until I was finally overcome by the satisfying sensation of calm and reprieve.
Cal flicked his tongue against mine one last time before pulling away, giving me a clear view of Ben's chuckling face.
"Sorry, Sailor, but I needed you to be thoroughly relaxed for this next part.
Mmm, next part? Whatever you say, sir.
I said none of that out loud. I simply let them guide me into the next position—rolling me over onto my side. They each stripped quickly; then Ben slipped in behind me, while Cal cozied in at my front.
"You know," Ben began slyly, "it'd probably help if I got my dick wet first…"
"Spit on it then," Cal bit out.
Ben sighed behind me. "You just have to make things difficult, don't you?"
"No, I just think your spit will work just as well as hers in this case." Cal glared at him over my shoulder. "Here, how about I help you out?"
He slid his massive cock into my pussy, making me gasp, but he quickly pulled out, slathering my creamy wetness all around down there.
Again, Ben sighed. "You're a dick."
Cal kept sliding up and down my folds. "No, I'm helping you out. You wanted her relaxed, so you made her come. You wanted her back door wet, and I made sure she was wet all over."
I rolled my eyes. "If you two don't stop bickering, I'm going to take my orgasm and run."
"Oh no you're not," Ben teased, biting at my earlobe as he eased the head of his cock into my cunt.
I glanced over my shoulder at him. "I thought you were taking the back door?"
"I will. I'm just getting my dick wet first, like I said."
Cal growled low, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes again. Ben didn't seem particularly perturbed by it, but he did ease out of one hole and prepare to enter the other.
"Just relax, okay?" he whispered as he planted feather-soft kisses down my neck and spine.
I'd done this a couple times before, but it couldn't hurt to be reminded—especially since I was already subconsciously tense. My muscles loosened as I concentrated on letting go, and ever so slowly, Ben pushed into me from behind.
"Gently," he encouraged me, and I took a deep breath as he slid all the way in.
I was so full already, sensations firing all over the place in different and interesting locations. How the hell was Cal supposed to squeeze in from the front when Ben was already taking up more than his fair share of the room?
My big, blond Sky Prince hefted my top leg into the air, exposing me for both our viewing pleasure. Ben's dick was slowly sliding in and out from the back, building up arousal as well as anticipation, when Cal pushed his in from the front.
One at my ass, one at my pussy, and I seriously had no idea how they both fit in at once. I was stretched to the max, but instead of feeling uncomfortable, I actually felt… complete. I had two of my princes inside of me at the same time, and it was both physically and emotionally satisfying.
Then they started to move—oppositely but perfectly in sync, like a seesaw. Ben glided in; Cal pulled out. Cal pushed in; Ben backed out. The constant push and pull of intense sensations were mind-numbingly delicious. My breath came in shallow, heated waves as my whole body curled in delight. We were like waves in the ocean, rocking in the same rhythm, building off one another until the swell of the surf rose higher and higher.
My moans became uncontrollable, escaping out of me loud enough to alert any passersby of exactly what was going on inside the old barn-turned-hall. But neither man seemed to care; neither of them covered my mouth to stifle the sounds. Instead, they both fed off of it, allowing my arousal to fuel their own.
Finally, I tipped my head back into Ben's shoulder while I squeezed Cal's biceps. "You guys, I'm going to come soon."
Gods, I could practically feel their cocks swelling in response to my words. They each pushed just a little bit harder, moved a little bit faster, gripped me a little bit tighter… and they tipped me over the edge, making me scream.
I writhed between them as I came, rolling my hips and completely giving in to the carnal sensations wrecking me.
Ben groaned as he began to lose control, which in turn, seemed to make Cal lose some of his control as well. Louder and louder they moaned and groaned, my cunt and asshole still throbbing as their own orgasms built. Then both of my guys came at once, filling the echoing hall with the sounds of their ecstasy while filling my twin caves with matching spurts of hot cum.
Eventually they both eased out of me, but the three of us lay there for quite a few minutes simply touching and catching our breath.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked them with a grin.
"Wasn't so bad?" Cal repeated incredulously.
"Ouch." Ben seemed to agree.
"Ugh! Not the sex! The sharing."
"Ohh," they both realized at once.
"I mean, I guess it was fine," Cal admitted. "Once he stopped trying to control everything."
"Ha!" Ben shot back. "You mean, it was fine once you decided to play fair and share?"
Cal rolled his clear blue eyes, but a hint of a smile curled at the corners of his lips. "Maybe."
Ben chuckled while I sighed, still too satisfied to feel properly annoyed. "Well, I loved it. You two can double team me anytime you want. As long as you don't, like, talk. The bickering was almost too much."
"Yeah…" Ben agreed, lifting a conceding brow as he fished around for his pants and began pulling them on.
Cal did the same, grabbing
his pants and tugging them on. "Yeah, but we'll get used to it. The first time is always the hardest."
I was in the middle of shimmying into my dress when I paused, glancing at Ben as we shared a curious expression. "Are you saying you want to do this again?" I asked Cal.
He merely shrugged then reached for his shirt, slipping it over his head. "I mean, I guess. Yeah."
Ben nodded, his expression that of pleasant surprise as he pulled his own shirt on. "Cool. Then we'll definitely agree to try again. And he's right; next time will be easier—now that we know we can share."
Cal grinned and nodded just as the barn doors cracked open and Asher strolled inside the hall.
"So, I have good news," Ash began, acting completely oblivious to the fact that we'd clearly just been fucking like rabbits in there. "And then some not necessarily bad news but less good news."
My attention went rapt in an instant. "Tell us the bad news first."
Ash frowned. "I said it wasn’t bad news—"
"Just tell us!" I demanded rather impatiently, hands pressed firmly to my hips.
"Geez, Sweets, okay." Ash held up both hands in surrender. "So, the less good news is that Criss and Rob are unconscious."
My fucking heart shattered like glass and sprinkled to the bottom of my stomach, making me sick. "Unconscious?"
How could this happen? When would they wake up? Would they wake up at all? We literally had no idea. This sort of thing had never been done before, and so it was impossible to tell.
"Calm down, Sweets, you’re making it sound worse than it is. They’re stable and they’re alive. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m sure it’ll only be another hour or so until they come to."
My stomach twisted, crunching the glassy shards of my heart until I was sure I’d puke.
Ben noticed immediately. "Oh shit, Sailor’s sick. Someone, grab a trash can."
Cal plopped an empty barrel at my feet just in time for me to start gagging.
I didn’t particularly enjoy them being in the room while I spewed vile fluids out my freaking mouth, but it happened so often, I could hardly be embarrassed by it. They knew from the very beginning I had a touchy stomach. Thankfully, they loved me anyway.
Perfect Storms (Storms of Blackwood Book 4) Page 19
