Beautiful Secrets: The Complete Trilogy

by Marie Robinson

  All the while Merlin fucked me, so slowly, so thoroughly.

  Romulus looked back into my eyes, and I sucked in a breath, frozen by the arousal and need in his. Merlin’s cock stroked over that spot and I cried out, tears burning in my eyes as the pleasure of my orgasm rocked through me, the entire time I kept my gaze on Romulus. Merlin let go of my wrists and I reached out for the lycan. Merlin slipped out of me, his cock resting heavy against my ass.

  “Come here, lass,” Romulus ordered, holding out one hand expectantly before tearing open a condom with his teeth. The weight of desire in his voice made me slide off the couch as if hypnotized and cross the short distance to let him guide me into his lap. He reached up and wrapped my hair around his fist, dragging me down to kiss him, his other hand gripping me so tightly I expected bruises later. I pushed Romulus’s shirt open, bracing myself on his chest as he lifted my hips upwards before guiding me to sink down on him. I may have been the one straddling his lap, but he was the one fucking me, holding me in place by my hips and hair, the harsh scrape of his pants against my thighs just adding to it. I felt fragile in the lycan’s arms, my nerves hanging on the precipice as he worked himself inside me, controlling every part of us.

  He broke away from the kiss and turned my head to look back towards the couch. I felt my mouth go dry as I was frozen by what I saw.

  Brom’s lean, sculpted body leaned over Merlin while he leaned against the arm of the couch. His head dropped backwards as the vampire’s lips wrapped around Merlin’s cock.

  “Brom’s licking every drop of you off of Merlin,” Romulus’s voice grumbled low in my ear. “That’s what you do to us, lass. We can’t get enough of you.”

  “Good,” I found my voice enough to speak, “because I want everything.” I tugged gently against the grip he had on my hair and he let me go, his thrusts slowing but never faltering. I let myself watch Brom’s mouth trail up Merlin’s cock. I wanted to watch Merlin fall apart for Brom. Romulus must have noted where my thoughts were headed as he nipped at my jaw to get my attention.

  “You want to watch the show?” He asked, but he knew my answer, and he helped me change position, his cock sinking into me as I leaned back against his chest, my legs on the outside of his. Brom and Merlin looked towards us, both of them drunk with arousal, Brom’s cock hanging heavily between his legs as he stroked Merlin. They looked at me, on display as I ground against Romulus, shallowly thrusting on his cock.

  “Did you fuck while I was gone?” I asked, breathy. I wasn’t angry or jealous at the idea. Only disappointed that I might have missed it.

  Merlin licked his lips and answered me, gasping when Brom would twist his wrist as he stroked upwards. “Didn’t feel right without you.”

  “I want to see,” I said in a rush, and Brom’s gaze slid from Merlin to me, and then back.

  “What do you say?” Brom asked, stroking Merlin harder. “Are you going to let me fuck you for our little bird?”

  Merlin’s breath whooshed out of him as he dropped his head against the arm of the couch. He slapped blindly at the side table’s drawer. “The shit’s still in here?”

  I narrowed my eyes at the drawer as Romulus laughed, the movement causing his cock to jerk inside of me, and I shuddered. Romulus’s hands smoothed over my stomach, one hand coming up to cup a breast, pinching at my nipple while his other fingers teased my pussy where it stretched around his cock. “Brom is always prepared, clearly.”

  “Clearly,” Brom agreed as he took the bottle of lube and condom from Merlin. With practiced ease, Brom coated his fingers and began to tease Merlin, his other hand stroking the moaning warlock’s cock.

  My eyes were stuck to them as Romulus teased me, his hands massaging my breasts, his mouth pressing kisses to my shoulders and neck. I gripped the armrests tightly as I ground down against Romulus while watching Brom finally guide Merlin’s hips upright and sink his cock into him. They let out matching groans, and I found myself whimpering with them.

  As Brom fucked Merlin, he stroked him, the warlock’s eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, his hands gripping the couch to brace him. I leaned forward, changing the angle, and Romulus bit into my shoulder as he bucked up into me. I gyrated my hips, fucking myself against him as I watched my other lovers chase their own pleasure.

  “Shit, Ella,” Romulus groaned against my neck, his beard scraping my bare skin. “Take what you need. Fuck my cock.” His instructions were barely above a desperate whisper, but his words galvanized me and I began to ride him in earnest. These men made me like this, desperate for their touch, their cocks filling me, sharing our desire. Brom’s hips were slamming into Merlin, forcing Merlin to thrust into Brom’s hand, the warlock spewing profanity while the vampire watched with debauched determination.

  Merlin’s back arched, opening his mouth in a silent cry. I hung there with him, at the peak of orgasm. It felt like the moment when you leap from somewhere high, the split second of hovering in place as if you might fly away. A hoarse shout ripped from Merlin’s chest as he spilled into Brom’s hand, and it sent me crashing into my own depths of pleasure. Delicious pain laced through my shoulder as Romulus bit into my flesh, his hips grinding against me as he followed me. The dichotomy of pain and pleasure drew out my orgasm until I was quivering and weak against his chest, panting as I watched Brom fuck into Merlin harder. Merlin lifted a hand towards Brom, the vampire grabbing his wrist in an intimate gesture. And then Brom sank his teeth into the underside of Merlin’s wrist, causing the man to cry out in a ragged moan. Merlin’s blood trailed down his arm, splattering across his chest, mixing with his cum. Brom’s face was streaked with the bright liquid as he dropped his head back.

  I slipped off of Romulus, his cock sliding free from me, and reached for my vampire lover. He pulled out of Merlin, tearing off his condom, and leaned backwards. He hissed as I took him into my mouth completely, looking up at him as his eyes were blown wide, Merlin’s blood covering his chin and dripping down his chest. It was like having the cock of an ancient god of war in my mouth as he stared down at me, his fangs fully extended. He gripped my hair as he fucked into my mouth, pushing past my gag reflex, and came, filling me with his taste.

  I eased back, sucking and licking him clean before he slumped against the other side of the couch, his legs tangled with Merlin’s as they sprawled hedonically, spent. I crawled up carefully between them, laying against Brom’s chest, my legs resting over Merlin’s chest, his hand running over my calf idly.

  I brushed my fingertips over Brom’s jawline, bringing his face closer to mine. He hesitated in his kiss, his lips still bloody from feeding, and I licked at him. He kissed me, his lips opening so I could slide my tongue into his mouth, tasting the metallic tang of Merlin on his tongue. I pulled back, shifting carefully off of Merlin and over Brom, turning my head so my neck was open.

  “Feed from me,” I begged him, wanting that rush that comes from a vampire’s bite.

  I thought he would go right for my pulse point, but he licked a hot path down my throat and cupped my breasts in his hands. He sucked a nipple between his lips and then I felt the sharp piercing of his fangs, even as he teased me with his tongue.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” I whimpered, wanting to cry with pleasure. His arms held me at my waist, keeping me in place as he moved to my other breast. He didn’t stay there long, moving to a fresh spot on my breasts, feeding from there and letting me feel that spike of pleasure once again.

  I felt Merlin’s hand on my hip, helping hold me in place while his other hand ran through my curls before tapping against my clit. My moan was caught by Romulus’s lips as he joined us, kissing me deeply while Merlin and Brom drove me to dizzying heights. Merlin slipped his fingers lower, pressing into my pussy shallowly, teasing me, and then Romulus’s fingers were there too, seeking entrance.

  Together they fucked me with their fingers, as Brom still feed from me, his cock hard once more against my stomach. It felt like I was going to break into a million pieces and never b
e made whole again. I felt my nerves go taut as I couldn’t do more than keen with every stroke of their hands and their mouths. I was a bow string and they were stretching me tighter and tighter. And I finally broke, a scream of pleasure tearing its way out of my throat as I finally shattered around them before collapsing into the dark.

  I opened my eyes, blinking at the vaguely familiar wall before I realized I was in Brom’s bed. Then I realized I was tucked between the vampire and Romulus, Merlin’s thick arm curled around the vampire’s waist, his hand heavy on my stomach. My body ached from our lovemaking, my breasts tender from Brom’s bite, but my heart? My heart was full of bliss, of pure contentment born only out of love. In their arms, I was truly home and I let myself drift back to sleep.

  Chapter 16

  Eleanora

  I woke up in my lovers’ arms: Merlin on one side, Romulus on the other. It should’ve felt stifling laying between two huge men, but it was everything I wanted. The soft breath of Romulus while he slept coasting across my cheek, coupled with the faint scratch of Merlin’s beard against my shoulder where he rested, was nearly Nirvana. The only thing that could’ve been better was if Brom was in bed with us still, but he was an early riser.

  Not even our extravagant exhausting lovemaking the evening before could keep him from his morning routine. I slipped carefully out of bed and padded to the bathroom while tangling my hair up into a haphazard knot. I showered quickly, wanting to join Brom for an early morning breakfast before the others woke. During my shower the vampire himself must’ve snuck in because when I turned off the water and looked to the counter there were clothes set out for me. I dressed with a grin and hurried to meet him, even as I patted carefully back through the bedroom, not wanting to wake the other two.

  The vampire was seated at his dining table. The man was dressed as I imagined an incredibly wealthy man would. Then again, Brom was incredibly wealthy and never looked underdressed. I wondered if he even owned a pair of jeans. I wondered what it would take to get him to dress in a similar style as Merlin, all baggy jeans and torn shirts. He slowly brought his cup of coffee to his lips as he stared at something on his phone. I cleared my throat gently and his eyes flickered up to mine, his dark eyes deepening as he grinned at me knowingly. “So our Cinderella awakes. How are you darling?”

  “I would be better if I had a cup of coffee,” I said teasingly, and he stood up, gesturing to the seat beside him.

  “Then let me rectify the situation and fetch you a cup. We have much to do today.”

  I sat where he indicated and he didn’t bring just coffee, but also a plate with a blueberry danish. I smiled and thanked him before I took a large decadent bite, and moaned with pleasure.

  “Shall I give you a moment alone with your danish?”

  I glared at him and took another bite, childishly shoving the pastry in my mouth. He smiled softly and reached out to brush the crumbs from my lips, my tongue darting out to capture his thumb between my teeth.

  He gripped my chin gently, shaking it in slight admonishment. “None of that now. We have much to do, as I said. You have a letter here from your stepmother.”

  “A letter?” I reached for it with a frown. Why was she sending a letter when she could easily send a phone call or text message. Then again, perhaps such important matters deserved a traditional communication. I openend it and scanned the letter quickly, Brom waiting while I read it. I dropped it in front of him, letting him read it. “Is it normal for such situations to have a parlay?”

  “It could be,” Brom suggested as he set aside his coffee and picked up the letter, scanning it himself. “It would be desirable to attempt to resolve the situation without bloodshed.”

  “I agree, but this does not seem like my stepmother.” I waved at the note. “She does not surrender and this will not end with her still in power. My concern is that she is aware of that and has a plan. She may be cruel and vindictive, but she is not an idiot. To go against her is to go against a raging bull. But one with much more intelligence.”

  “Do you wish to meet her?”

  That made me pause. I hadn’t seen my stepmother since she triggered my memories in my father’s workshop. She was cruel and vile, and yet, a childlike part of me still wanted her approval. I had my mother back in my life, in a manner of speaking, but Madam Jupiter had been there for more of it.

  “Is it so wrong of me to want to see her? To see if there is a way that she would resolve this without the conflict and fight and death this will cause?”

  Brom reached over and laid his hand over mine, squeezing it gently. “Of course not, Ella. It means you’re only human. We love hard, we love long, and even when there is hatred between us and our parents, there is still that bond that cries out for completion. I know Merlin and Romulus would tell you to send your stepmother’s offer back with a curse, but if you believe speaking to her is the right thing, then I will support you in that.”

  I pulled the letter back in front of me and I stared down at it hard for a few minutes as I thought.

  “Have you ever thought about just running away?” I looked up at him at the end of my words. He watched me shrewdly. I continued on. “Like, say screw all of this and go live in the tropics somewhere? No Syndicates to worry about, no power plays, no politics. You have enough money, hell, I have enough money. Why can’t we do that?”

  “If we did that, we’d have to take the other two along,” he said and I huffed out a laugh.

  “Very true, we would need someone to fetch us our drinks.”

  “But to answer your question more seriously, I think everybody considers running away. Certainly they consider running away more frequently when they become an adult and have responsibilities thrust upon them. None more so than us, those chosen by their family lines to lead. We couldn’t run away, not with how the situation is now. If we did, we would be leaving them in a system that is rotten, broken, and the syndicates will continue to be led by our families. Our world would become more and more oppressive to the less powerful. What would happen when the syndicates weren’t enough for the leaders? Do you think Madam Jupiter, once given the power of all of the syndicates, would not then seek to rule over the non-magical? The syndicates have always kept us safe, and that kept the terrestris safe. But I fear your stepmother has gone mad with power and believes herself above reproach.” Brom’s voice was steady as he certainly aimed for a soothing tone. But what he spoke of was anything but soothing. “For them, for the people on the syndicates like Hei-Sook the fox spirit, and everyone like her, we can’t run away. We have all this privilege, and it is our job to use it for the benefit of those without.”

  “I never wanted to be a savior, and I still don’t.” My voice was quiet.

  I felt like an awful person finally voicing that opinion. But it was true. All I ever wanted was to leave and escape my stepmother. I wanted my home back and my stepsister Titania gone. I didn’t want a war between all the factions, didn’t want a flame-drenched highway chase, and I didn’t want to flee to Ireland to risk my life and spend eternity in the realm of the fairies. But now, with this power, with the Phoenix inside of me, I knew what needed to happen. I didn’t want anyone else to feel as helpless as I did under Madam Jupiter. And Brom was right. If I ran away right now, Madam Jupiter would make everyone feel as powerless as I had all those years as her servant.

  “Make the call,” I told Brom, unable to look away from the letter before me. “I will not meet her at her new residence. I’m too smart for that. If I walk into her house, I may as well sacrifice myself.

  “Might I suggest you Rose Eatery on 12th? Enough magicals work there that they’ll know you, and alert the syndicates if it all goes south. But it’s public enough that she wouldn’t dare show her hand and attack you outright.”

  I nodded, and picked at my leggings. “I should probably dress in something nicer than this.”

  “I have just the thing.”

  “I did not expect you to be here so early.”
/>   Madam Jupiter’s expression was benign, that soft half smile that you never knew was actually a smile or a look of contempt. I had known my stepmother would wish to arrive first at the restaurant I had suggested, hoping to set the tone of the meeting. Through all my years serving her, I had learned how she played her politics. I’d studied her, and that’s why I knew that, even though she smiled brightly at the waiter as he poured us both a glass of wine I had chosen previously, she was a shark waiting for any hint of blood in the water.

  “This is a respectable selection, Eleanora,” she said with approval.

  “Thank you,” I said quietly, watching her as I took a generous sip of the red liquid. I was glad that I had enchanted my veil so that I could eat with ease. “I had hoped you would enjoy it.”

  “And why is that, Eleanora?” My stepmother cocked her head, her silvered hair statuesque even as she tilted her head.

  She looked safe, as if she was someone you could trust and she was only asking my opinions on her out of genuine curiosity.

  “I believe it was you who told Titania to always serve the best for your guests else they take some slight and decide to, how did you put it, slaughter your children in their beds at night?” I looked at her as if questioning my memory. That had been an eventful evening of an education. Madam Jupiter had drank heavily of the wine, though no one understood why. She wouldn’t even tell her favorite daughter.

  I learned through rumors later that her current lover had left her for someone younger. That lover, now that I thought of it, didn’t live for much longer after that. It was a disturbing reminder of how brutal the woman before me was.

  “Let me ask a question myself,” I said, matching her movements. “Why did you never kill me? It would’ve been easy enough for you to arrange an accident.”

  Madam Jupiter laughed with the crystal clarity that men often sang about in women. She found it apparently quite amusing that I asked her so forthright