Fucking brilliant.
Each of the guys had the exact same design tattooed onto their bodies too, albeit in different locations and sizes. Ben's was about the size of a fist and located right above his heart. Rob's was on top of his thigh—one of the few places that didn't already have ink. Dan's spanned his entire upper back, from shoulder to shoulder. Ash chose a smaller one and put it on his outer ankle, while Cal went with a typical shoulder tattoo, and Criss opted to put his just above his hip, so that when he was deliciously shirtless, about half of it poked out above his pants.
I couldn't wait to see all those tattoos on full display later…
I blinked, and my mind jolted back to the present, remembering in a rush that I still hadn't answered Chrissen's question. Quickly, I held out my hand and offered him my index finger—one of the few ringless digits I had left. "You don't even have to ask me. I already belong to all of you."
He exhaled slowly, letting off any nerves he might've developed while I was momentarily sidetracked thinking about our bond and our ink. Then he smiled so radiantly he could give the sun god a run for his money, and I was lost for another moment, but this time in the beauty of his face.
"And now…" Malik began. Finally, it was my turn for vows. "…Princess Alexis."
I licked my lips and pivoted slightly, taking each of their hands at the same time. "Asher, you were the first Storm I ever loved. And, Chrissen, you were the final Storm I fell in love with. You're the ties at each end of the bond that hold the rest of us together. Without you, our group wouldn't be complete… I wouldn't be complete."
Gods damn it. I knew I'd cry when the guys said their vows, but I swore I wouldn't choke up when it was my turn. What an empty promise that had been.
A happy tear slid down my face as I smiled brightly. "I promise to always love you, for as long as I live, and to never love another soul like I love the six of you. I promise to be everything that you want and need. To always have your back—and your front."
A few titters sounded from the crowd.
"To be the calm in the midst of your storms," I continued. "The anchor that keeps you grounded. But also, I promise to be the fire that sets your souls ablaze, the light that protects you from darkness. I will be Asher's Sweets and Chrissen's Firefly…"
I leaned forward and looked at the other four guys.
"Calvin's Peach and Daniel's Sexy Lexi." Again, the audience tittered. "Benson's Sailor and Robert's Jewels."
Then I focused my attention once more on the two I was marrying.
"I will be the best friend, lover, wife, future mother, and queen I can possibly be, and I will do it all for you. Will you each form just one more unbreakable bond with me?"
They both nodded; Criss seemed too in awe to speak, and Ash was too choked up. His eyes and cheeks were pink and wet. The sight of him crying made my own waterworks start up all over again.
"Without further ado," Malik chimed in, amping up everyone's excitement. "I now pronounce these Storms officially married! Prince Asher and Princess Alexis, you may now seal these vows with a kiss!"
Ash swept me up into his arms, spinning me around as he kissed me senseless.
"Prince Chrissen and Princess Alexis!" Malik shouted over the cheering crowd. "You may now seal these vows with a kiss!"
Ash put me back on my feet, just in time for Criss to spin me around and take my face in his warm palms. He kissed me with so much passion and intensity, I almost forgot we were in front of a crowd.
The sound of the stringed instruments touching the air was what finally brought us back to reality.
I faced the crowd, took each of their hands once more, and the three of us led the way back down the aisle. People threw tiny grains of rice, small white flower buds, and even teeth—as was apparently customary of zombies. I tried not to wrinkle my nose at the disturbing tradition.
Cal, Dan, Ben, and Rob followed in a wide line directly behind us, and my bridesmaids brought up the rear. When the entire wedding party had passed by every row of logs and cheering audience members, Malik made one final announcement.
"Please join us in the town hall to continue the festivities!" he cried, concluding the ceremony on a rambunctious note.
But cake and dancing were the last things on my mind.
I bit my lip and eyed my guys suggestively. "I think it's time for the honeymoon."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Rob replied in a raspy whisper. "Because I already have something planned."
Chapter 25
I stood in the wintry woods, staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at a luxurious log mansion.
It was tucked so tightly into the forest, it looked like it'd been there since the first tree sprouted. I wasn't sure how something so massive could hide so well, but if I hadn't been looking for it, I probably would have missed it.
"What is this place?" I asked Rob in wonderment.
Glancing over my shoulder, I realized the rest of the guys had similar expressions to mine on their faces, awe and excitement twinkling in their eyes and smiles.
"This is the Vanderbon summer home," he explained with a sexy smirk. "Peter and Malik agreed to let us borrow it for after the wedding."
I turned back to stare at the stained wood mansion. It rose multiple stories into the needled canopy, with decks jutting out in various places and angles, and stairways and pathways leading to all sorts of unknown locations.
"It was built on a natural hot spring," Rob continued. "So, there's steaming hot water all year round, inside and out. There's even a party room stocked with every alcoholic drink Blackwood has to offer—plus a few foreign varieties—and at least one bed that's big enough for a king."
"A king?" Dan asked sarcastically.
Rob rolled his eyes at his brother's presumptuousness. "There are only two kings involved in this, remember? I'm sure it'll do."
I bit my lip and turned toward them once more. "How long can we stay?"
"As long as we want." Rob shrugged.
I stole fleeting glances at all six of them. "Can we stay for a whole weekend?"
My Spirit Prince crossed his arms smugly. "You want a four-day fuck fest?"
I put a hand on my hip, still wearing my ivory wedding gown. It was a little dirty around the hem thanks to our trek into the woods, but I'd never be wearing it again, so I supposed it didn't really matter.
"Um, of course not?" I scoffed. "I mean, who would want to spend an entire weekend with six sexy-as-fuck demigods receiving an endless string of mind-blowing orgasms? Pshh!"
"I don’t know," Dan mused, lifting his hands and shoulders in fake uncertainty. "Rob seems to think there's only going to be two demigods putting out, so I'm not sure if I'd say an endless string of orgasms…"
Ash scooped me up and started walking toward the mansion's front door. "Don't be ridiculous. You guys can totally share in our festival of fucking. Just as long as Criss and I get to tap that ass first. Right, Criss?"
Chrissen loosened his shirt collar and shook his head, as if his body had suddenly overheated. "Her ass really is phenomenal."
Ash chuckled. "I'm gonna take that as agreement."
"I don't know," Cal contended. "They didn't include us in their honeymoon."
"Hey, I did," I heard Ben call from over Ash's shoulder. "I specifically told Alexis to try and make Criss come while he watched her fucking me."
"What am I, chopped liver?" Cal threw his arms out wide.
"Sorry, bro," Ben apologized through a chuckle that didn't make him sound apologetic in the slightest. "You'd already gotten off by then. I was last, remember?"
"Yeah," Cal reluctantly admitted. "Dan and Rob should go last this time."
"Me?" Rob looked surprised as hell. "If it weren't for me, we wouldn't even have this cabin for our fuck fest in the first place."
Ash opened the door and carried me over the threshold. He gazed up at the vaulted ceilings, stared out at the floor-to-ceiling windows, and grinned devilishly as he spotted the hot spr
ings and beelined straight for them. There was an actual hole in the middle of one of the rooms where the floor opened up into a rocky, bubbling pool of steaming water. Wetness clung to the air and soon coated my skin in a glistening layer.
"Here," Ash decided, eyeing me seductively as he lowered his forehead to mine and stole a tempting kiss. Apparently, this was the first of many places we'd be getting it on.
Dan chuckled from where he leaned in the doorway. "You liked our previous session in the hot springs of Wessea that much, huh? Got to have a repeat?"
Ash's eyes lit up. "Yeah. Rob, you said there are outdoor hot springs here?"
He nodded, pointing across the hall to where a back door opened up onto a deck with a similar setup to this. The diagonal boards were hollowed out in the very center, where a massive, rocky pool sat steaming in the frigid winter air.
"And you're sure it's warm enough to be completely naked out there in this weather?" I asked, timidly peering over Ash's shoulder.
"In this weather?" Rob mocked teasingly. "It's always this weather in Sohsol, Jewels."
I shrugged in response. I guessed he had a point.
"Besides," he added, his voice dropping dangerously low, "you could always warm it up with your fire."
My insides curled at the delightful thought of a manic, magic-fueled orgy in a hot spring, surrounded by white-capped evergreens and piles of pillowy snow. It was a beautiful image. One that had me slipping out of Ash's arms so I could start undressing.
Chrissen caught my hand and tugged me close, shaking his head. "No, no, no. The first time I'm inside of you as your husband is not going to be reckless, wild, and hazy." He ran his fingers through my hair, tantalizingly slow, until I had goose bumps crawling all over my skin. "I want it to be utterly, hauntingly unforgettable, little Firefly."
Hades, Zeus, and Hera. He came up with some of the sexiest shit.
My breathing shallowed into soft, panting waves, my eyelashes fluttering as I studied his lips. The urge to press my mouth into his consumed me.
So, I did.
The moment our tongues touched, another rush of heat flooded between my legs, making my hips roll involuntarily. Gods, even without the water, I was going to be dripping wet by the time we had sex.
As Criss kissed me, keeping the pace slow and seductive, driving me mad, Ash came up from behind and helped unzip my gown. It pooled to the floor in a shimmering puddle of ivory, leaving me completely naked—because, yeah, I hadn't worn a bra or panties to my wedding. I was totally prepared.
Criss moaned against my mouth as his big hands found my bare breasts and hardened nipples. I gasped, relishing the delicious contact, as Ash's hands skimmed down my hips and delved into my creamy folds. Fuck, I knew I'd be wet. He rolled my clit with the tip of his finger, barely touching me yet pumping me full of pleasure with each delightful stroke.
I couldn't even think straight by the time I found myself being lowered into the outdoor hot springs. Freezing cold air surrounded me, but the warmth of a big body against mine kept me from shivering. Ash had me cradled once more in his arms, gliding us both through the waist-deep steaming water, while Criss followed, keeping his hooded hazel eyes on me the entire time.
My ass met the smooth, hot rock surrounding the pool as Ash propped me on it, gently pushing my collarbone until I lay flat on my back. From between my knees, I watched him, a heady look of lust captivating his features, his unbuttoned dress shirt wet and clinging to his pecs and abs.
Just the sight of him turned me on further. I mean, this was the shit wet dreams were made of. This was an image you could jill off to over and over again every night for the rest of your life. And I'd somehow gotten lucky enough to marry him. Them. Every single one of my husbands were sexy as fuck. They all held my gaze as Ash dipped his head low and ran his tongue up my slit, pausing to swirl around my clit before sliding down and starting all over again.
As much as I wanted to watch while he ate me out, I couldn't help but let my head fall limply back and my eyes roll shut in pleasure. The sensations were just too intense. Cold air keeping my nipples pebbled, Ash's hot mouth fucking me so good, my insides curling in delight while my outsides rocked rhythmically against his sexy face.
In what felt like no time at all, I crested the peak of an explosive orgasm. My breaths accelerated into hot pants, and I moaned as my whole body convulsed under the extreme pressure and pleasure tearing through me. I'd barely even finished riding the first wave of ecstasy, when Criss took Ash's place between my thighs, and his fingers slipped deep inside of me.
I gasped as he found my secret spot, and he chuckled darkly.
"You like that, little Firefly?" he asked in a gravelly whisper.
"Yes," I whisper-moaned, having no clue where my fucking voice had disappeared to.
He kept his fingertips there, stroking them around and around as my body curled tightly in anticipation of a second wave. When his mouth lowered and he gently sucked on my clit, I came again, pulsing around his fingers like a fucking boa constrictor or something. All these years I'd been comparing them to snakes, when really, I was just as serpentine as they were.
Suddenly Criss was gone and Ash was back. "You ready to get fucked senseless, Sweets?" he asked, pulling me upright and pressing my chest into his. His shirt was gone now, and I hoped his pants were too. From the corner of my eye, I watched Criss stripping his own wet clothes off, and I purred in delight.
"No."
Asher's brows furrowed in confusion. "No?"
I shook my head. "I'm not ready to get fucked yet."
Grabbing his dick, I led him over to where Chrissen stood throwing his pants and boxers onto a pile of sopping wet clothing. I took Criss's cock in my other hand and coaxed them both into shallower water, where I could give them a bit of head without the risk of drowning. Because, yeah, drowning was definitely not sexy.
I dropped to my knees, and Asher's cock fucking jumped at what he knew was about to happen. "Oh gods, yes."
I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick, swirling my tongue up and down his shaft before popping off and doing the same to Chrissen's. He was breathing heavy in an instant, watching intently as I swallowed him up as far as I could without gagging, then slowly retreated until my lips popped off and I focused on Ash again. I took my time, leisurely sucking them as I gazed up into their darkened eyes.
Apparently, it was too much to handle.
Ash groaned and pulled my mouth off of them, hefting me up once more to wrap my legs around his hips. His cock was buried deep in my pussy a moment later, thrusting and grinding like his life depended on it. My back arched as he pounded into me, bringing me near enough for him to take a nipple into his mouth and suck hard.
I cried out in a half moan, half gasp as my senses collided. Between his dick railing me down low and his mouth suckling my tits from up high, I was a goner in minutes. I came hard and fast around his cock, the pulsing waves of my ecstasy tipping him over the edge into an orgasm of his own.
When we finally stilled and tried to catch our breath, I turned to face Criss. "Want to make it four for four?" I teased.
"More like five for five, or six for six," he said in a low timbre, taking my hand and tugging me away from Ash.
"Oh, don't be a showoff," Ash taunted his brother as he waded out of the pool.
Chrissen merely grinned, the darkness of lust still clinging firmly to every gorgeous feature on his face. Even though I'd already gotten off three freaking times, I still wanted to give him what he craved. And if that meant taking another orgasm for the team, well then, that was just what I'd have to do.
Criss led me back to the rocky edge of the spring, but instead of laying me out on my back like last time, he bent me over so that my butt cheeks were up in the air and on full display. I bit my bottom lip to try and keep from grinning.
He was such an ass man.
The next second, his hands and lips found the back of my thighs, and he slowly worked his way up, kissing
me all over my rounded booty while his fingers dug into my meaty flesh. I'd never really had my ass worshiped before, but a girl could definitely get used to it. The next thing I knew, the head of his cock was nudging into my swollen entrance, filling me slowly and sensually, while his hands squeezed and kneaded my cheeks.
He bent over and kissed my spine as he fucked me nice and slow. "You are so perfect, baby."
I moaned as his words floated straight to my clit, sending excited tingles skittering all through my abdomen.
"I love everything about you." His hot breath fanned across my skin, making me arch my back. "From your humor to your beautiful face. From your sweetness to your sexy fucking body."
Another round of chills raced up my spine, leaving me breathless.
"I want to share everything with you," he continued in a whisper. "Including this next orgasm. When you come, I'm going to let loose and come with you. I'm going to feel it so strong, so hard, so completely I never ever forget it… and so are you."
Fucking gods.
I didn’t know how he did it, but his words had a way of working me up way past the point of no return.
He pushed into me as deep as he could, but instead of withdrawing and thrusting again, he stayed there and ground his hips, reaching around to circle my aching clit with his fingers as he did so. His other hand moved to the front of my hips and held me steady as he worked my body to the bone.
"Remember this, little Firefly," he told me as he fucked me leisurely but intently. "Remember how it feels to have my cock buried deep inside of you, how it feels to have my hands on your sexy body, my fingers caressing the most intimate parts of you."
I shuddered, my breaths starting to come in desperate pants, and we both knew I was about to come.
"That's right, baby. Remember how good it feels to come hard on your husband's cock. And I'll remember how amazing it feels to come all through my wife's hot pussy."
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