“Happy Birthday, Everly.”
“Thank you, Dante.”
He lay on the bed, pulling Everly so that she was draped over his long, lean body. I took a moment to admire the two of them together. Dante took her mouth with his, kissing her as he ran his hands over all that smooth skin, still glistening from the oil Heaven had rubbed on to her.
Everly took what he offered, her hands sliding into his hair as the kiss heated, sweet and soft morphing into passionate until it was ablaze, Everly moving against him, trying to get closer. She’d endured rather well today, considering. I’d put her through the motions, keeping her suspended in a constant state of arousal, all in preparation for this.
I moved onto the bed, kneeling between Dante’s legs, positioning Everly’s so that she was straddling his hips.
She moaned softly, then sat up, reaching back for me.
I pressed my chest to her back, slid my hands around to cup her sweet tits, kneading them firmly. Slow and soft would come later. Right now, I wanted her on fire, eager.
“My Liege,” she moaned, turning her head as though searching for my lips.
I kissed her hard, lifting her as Dante positioned his cock before guiding her down onto him.
Her sweet mouth broke from mine, a passionate cry escaping her lips. She pressed her hands to Dante’s chest as he began rocking his hips, pushing in deeper.
“Dante…”
“I’m here, baby,” he crooned, twining her fingers with his and urging her forward. “Right here.”
I focused on them as Ian joined us, kneeling near Dante’s head, his cock in his hand. He stroked himself, enjoying the show as much as I was.
From behind Everly, I squeezed her ass, kneading the smooth globes, letting her know what was coming. Our touch seemed to ignite her. She was trying to get more friction from Dante while mumbling incoherently. Dante pulled her down to him, crushed his mouth to hers, keeping her still while I took the opportunity to remove the plug. I tossed it onto the floor, then grabbed the lubricant and coated my cock.
“I want that sweet mouth on my cock, little fairy.” Ian’s voice was stern, demanding, his hand slipping under her chin, separating her from Dante so he could feed his cock past her lips. “Ah, that’s it. Suck me.”
His hand curled around the back of her head, holding her in place as he took charge, controlling the movements, flexing his hips forward, fucking her mouth while Dante fucked her pussy.
I knew this was a risk, me taking her like this. Here. With them. My need for her was irrational, had me losing control in a way nothing and no one ever had. But I wanted this for her, to give her the pleasure I knew she craved. I’d already warned my brother, told him to follow my lead without question. He had promised, ensuring me they would retreat if he saw the need for it.
I gripped Everly’s hip, guided my cock right where I wanted it.
It took tremendous restraint not to drive myself into her, to sate the ever-growing desire that never seemed to abate, no matter how many times I took her.
Her sweet moans fueled me, growing louder as her tight ass squeezed my cock.
Ian pulled out of her mouth, stroked himself as she cried out. Not from pain. This was frantic, a desperate need that I understood because I felt it inside me.
“Please … my Liege … fuck me. Oh, God … fuck me.”
I retreated, drove into her, harder this time, bottoming out, my hands gripping her hips firmly.
Knowing I would lose control soon enough, I nodded to Ian, signaling him to move. He guided Everly’s mouth back to his cock as I fucked her, Dante using my momentum to drive deep into her cunt. I could feel his cock against mine, which in itself drove me fucking crazy. I loved feeling him like this, deep inside the woman we loved.
Minutes felt like hours, the erotic pain taking over, the need to dominate, to control so great I could hardly breathe. It was always like this with Everly.
I focused on her pleasure, remembering this wasn’t about me. It was for her, only her. I fucked her, the combined grunts and groans echoing, her soft moans lingering in the room, until the air became too stifling, my body an inferno.
“Ian,” I growled. “Go.”
I wrapped my arms around Everly, pulling her back against my chest as my hips pumped, my cock driving into her ass even as Dante pulled out, rolled out from under her. When they were out of sight, nothing mattered. I ripped her blindfold off, held her tightly against me as her arms covered mine.
“My Liege … it’s too good.”
I growled in her ear, overcome by the insanity I only felt with her. I pushed her forward. She fell to the bed, propped up with her hands while my fingers dug into her hips, impaling her ass again and again as she writhed, moaned, took everything, begging for more. Her back bowed, hips lifted, that sweet ass rocking back, meeting every punishing thrust, and still I couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.
“Fuck…” I hissed the word, my body catching fire, burning out of control, and my release threatened to overtake me.
“My Liege, please … come inside me. Let me feel you come.”
That did it. I drove into her once, twice. My body erupted, my cock pulsing as I spilled deep inside her ass.
As the air returned to my lungs, I came back to myself, knowing I had taken more than I’d given this time, and regret was a hot lump in my throat.
I pulled out, fell to my side, and pulled Everly to me. Her eyes were wild, her mouth tipped up in a smile, and still, I couldn’t understand it.
“Thank you, my Liege,” she whispered as she brushed her lips to mine. “This was the best birthday ever.”
I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her face to my chest, and let the emotion churn, willing it to abate. The crazed feeling was still there, the desire to possess her, own her. It was overwhelming.
When she lifted her head, looked into my eyes, I knew she could see it, the storm of emotion that threatened to level me.
Everly’s hands cupped my face. Her body shifted as she got closer, her lips pressing to mine. “I love you, Isaac. I love you with all that I am.”
I wasn’t sure how she knew I needed to hear it, but it soothed something inside me, had my breaths evening out.
“I’m not through with you yet,” I warned her. “We’ll shower. Then I’m going to take you slow, make love to you all fucking night long.”
“I’m looking forward to it, my Liege.”
It took effort, but I managed to get to my feet, lift her in my arms, and carry her into the room that was ours and ours alone. I padded into the bathroom, turned on the shower. Through sheer force of will, I soothed us both, cleaning the oil from her skin, washing us both, then carrying her to the bed that only she would sleep in with me.
Through it all, I never stopped touching her. My hands needed to be on her skin, to feel every breath she took, the blessed beat of her heart. I had no idea how I’d ever found this, the love that surpassed any and all others. She was my heart, my soul.
I kissed her for long minutes, covering her body with mine, knowing that I would lose the self-control I prided myself on when I slid deep inside her. But she wasn’t scared of that, of me. My fairy princess knew what I needed the same way I knew what she needed. She was my perfect mate, the other half of my heart.
“Love me,” she whispered, her lips trailing over my jaw as she held on to me.
I covered her body with mine, slid inside her soft heat with ease. Her legs wrapped around my hips, holding there, giving me free rein when the need to thrust into her, to claim her became too great.
Twining her fingers with mine, I pinned her hands to the bed, hovered over her as I thrust, deep and slow, rolling my hips, watching her eyes dilate, her lips part on every soft moan that escaped her. She begged for more, pleaded, but never pushed, giving all control over to me. She trusted me to take care of her.
And I would. Now and always.
Nothing and no one would ever come between us.
IAN
When I left Everly’s room, I went to the kitchen, needing a minute to catch my breath. Dante followed, not saying a word, although I could hear a million questions rattling around in his head.
I grabbed the bottle of Irish whiskey my brother was so fond of, poured two fingers in a glass, then forced myself not to down it.
I turned, stark naked, standing in my kitchen and faced Dante.
“You’re wondering what happened.”
“Actually, I’m not, Master.”
“No?” I cocked my head to the side. “You expected that?”
He laughed, and the sound actually released some of the tension inside me.
“I wouldn’t exactly say that. But I guess, in a way, it didn’t surprise me.”
“Well, it surprised the hell out of me.” I’d never seen my brother like that. Intense and … on the verge of losing control.
“I saw it before,” Dante admitted. “At the club. During our scene.”
“He was like that?”
“Well, no. Not quite like that, but I could see it in his eyes.”
I took a long swig, let it burn all the way down.
“He loves her,” Dante stated. “He won’t hurt her.”
“That’s…” I shook my head. “That’s not what I was thinking. I know he won’t hurt her.” I turned to pour another drink.
“What’s wrong, Master?”
With my back to him, I sighed, hung my head. “I felt it.”
“Felt what?”
“What he was feeling. So much love, he thought he would go insane with it. It was intense.”
It was exactly the same feeling I got when I was with Everly. When I really allowed myself to have her the way I wanted, when I permitted myself to open up fully. I had yet to do that, always holding myself back in some way. Because it scared me, the thought of losing my shit, feeling so damn much for a woman. It was the reason I rationalized, talked it out. That way, I could relay my feelings without actually having to … feel them.
Warm hands trailed up my back. I found myself leaning into Dante.
I felt the same thing with him, and I’d probably shown him more of it because I didn’t worry that he couldn’t handle me.
He kissed my shoulder, his soft lips trailing over my skin. I set the glass down, turned to face him, then pulled him to me.
“I need you,” I whispered, trailing my hands over the hard muscles in his back.
I loved the way he fit against me. Dante wasn’t a big man, but he wasn’t small, either. He was perfect.
When his eyes met mine, they were midnight blue and so full of knowledge it scared me a little.
“You’re holding back,” he whispered, evidently a mind reader.
“How so?”
“With Everly.” His gaze never wavered. “I see it in your eyes. The way you look at her. The longing. Isaac doesn’t know how you feel.”
This mind reader was also perceptive.
I opted for honestly. Gripping his face in my hands, I locked my gaze with his. “Yes. I am. I have to.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s my brother. I… One of these days, I’ll break. Won’t be able to hold it in. Until then … I just… Fuck, Dante. I need you. So fucking much. I think about you all the goddamn time. And that … that’s what scares me most.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I dropped my hands. “That doesn’t bother you? That I want you as much as her and her as much as you?”
His eyebrows shot downward. “No. Why should it?”
“Because it was supposed to be her or you. Not both. I never saw myself loving more than one. Is it even possible?”
“Yeah. It is. It’s definitely possible.”
I sucked in air, forced myself to calm down.
When he backed away, I dropped my head. “I need you tonight.”
“Me?”
“Yes. In my bed.” I lifted my head, held his stare. “All night. Can you give me that?”
“Yes, Master,” he said softly. “I can give you anything.”
“Anything?” I stepped toward him, backing him against the counter. Somehow, I managed to keep my hands to myself. “All of yourself? Can you give me that?”
“If you’ll take it … of course I will.”
My heart felt like it would explode. The pain was intense. I had to breathe through it, worried I was about to have a fucking heart attack at the age of thirty-one.
“But I need you to understand something.”
I lifted my eyebrows, urging him to tell me.
“I love her.”
“Everly?”
“And Isaac,” he said, and I could tell it pained him to tell me this. “In a way that’ll never make sense to anyone.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
“But what they have … it defies logic, reason,” he whispered. “I’ll never have that with any of you. Not because I don’t think I’m worthy. More so because … I’m me.”
“We’ll see about that,” I told him. I already knew that all of this defied logic. And though no one had broached the subject with Isaac, my brother would figure it out. In time.
“I hope you’re not tired,” I told him as we approached my bedroom.
He chuckled. “Not in the slightest.”
I opened the door, stepped inside. Before the door was closed completely, I backed Dante against it, crushed my mouth to his. We were both naked, which made exploring him with my hands that much easier. And I did, my palms roaming over all that smooth, warm skin. His moans of pleasure spurred me on.
And though I knew I would never have his whole heart, I prayed I would have hers. Without it, I wasn’t sure I would ever be complete.
By the time we stumbled over to the bed, we were both frantic, mouths moving together, hands searching, seeking.
As though he sensed what I needed, Dante took the reins. I wouldn’t go so far as to say he was in control, but he was far more assertive than I’d ever seen him. Forcing me onto my back, he knelt between my legs, inhaling my cock into the warm haven of his mouth.
I cried out, hips jerking upward. He never slowed. He took his time, sucking, licking, driving me out of my fucking mind. I took the time to watch him. His shabby blond hair swayed as he bobbed his head, that chiseled jaw flexed as he took my cock deep into his throat. He was a beautiful man, in so many ways, and I felt incredibly lucky that I’d found him.
When I neared the brink, I slid my hand in his hair, tightened my grip. “Don’t you dare make me come,” I growled in warning. “I’ll be deep in your ass when I do that.”
He moaned, as though that was the best thing he’d heard all damn night.
Releasing his hair, I gripped his arms, jerked him up on the bed with me, and sealed my lips to his. I kissed him, losing myself in his warmth even as I rolled us so that he was beneath me. This was where I liked him most. Under me.
“Don’t move,” I bit out, pushing to my knees.
I reached for the nightstand, retrieved the lubricant I kept there.
And while he stared up at me with those bottomless blue eyes, I generously lubed my cock, applying some to his in the process. I stroked us both. His eyes glittered as they watched the movement of my hands.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered, still stroking.
His feet shifted so they were flat on the bed.
“Knees to your chest.”
Dante grabbed his knees, pulling them toward his chest, opening him to me.
My gaze dropped to his asshole as I leaned forward, guiding myself home.
We both drew in big gulps of air as I thrust inside him.
I took him, driving in hard and deep, rocking forward, back. Retreating. I relied on the control he willingly gave me, used it to drive us both higher and higher. I wasn’t gentle, but I knew I didn’t have to be. Dante knew what I needed, accepted it, offered his complete submission. And even when I thought I was out of control, I knew I
wasn’t. He would hold me together, keep me in one piece. Which meant I had to trust him.
The same way he trusted me.
“Dante.” His name came out as a plea.
“Master! Please … oh, fuck. Feels so good.”
His head fell back, hand reaching for his cock. He jerked himself roughly while I hammered into him. His ass clamped down on me, milking my cock until the leash on my control threatened to snap.
“Come for me, Dante,” I demanded.
His fist worked furiously over his cock, his breaths sawing in and out of his lungs. He was so fucking beautiful. My heart lodged in my throat as I watched him, willed him over the edge because I wanted to watch him come.
When he did, it was with a rough growl. The sight of his cum splashing onto his belly, his chest sent me over the edge. I slammed into him, let myself go.
And knew, above all else, this man’s love would sustain me.
I didn’t want to deny my feelings for Everly, but if I never found the nerve to address them, I had more than enough to make me happy.
TWENTY-EIGHT
ISAAC
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
“Yeah. Thanks, Ransom. Tell Liam I appreciate him covering for us.”
“Will do. He said he’d be happy to fill in for as long as you need him.”
“We got a hit on the passport yesterday,” I informed my boss. “Vernon Hathaway is back in Chicago, so I expect this to escalate soon.”
“I do, too. I’m not too keen on Ian’s idea, but I can’t think of anything better at the moment.”
“A trap’s pretty much our only option.” Aside from making a call to the dark side of the law, which I was hesitant to do. The Irish mob did not forget someone who owed them a favor, and if we called one in, we’d be on the hook for the rest of our lives.
“Doesn’t mean it’s a smart move,” Ransom grumbled. “This bastard’s not just crazy, he’s mentally ill. I figure he has to know who you are by now.”
I figured that, too.
“Plus, we’ve kept the local PD in the dark on this one. Not much they can do until we’ve got some sort of proof of what he’s done. At that point, Dante would have to press charges.”
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