“Since there’s so much space,” he mumbled, his lips gliding over my neck again, “maybe we add a playroom in there.”
“Okay.” At that point, I didn’t care if he thought my ideas were stupid, I just didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.
“Naked, little fairy. Now.”
I unbuttoned my jean shorts, lifted my butt, and pushed them down my legs, never leaving his lap.
Ian’s hands trailed down my belly, slipped down to my thighs before pushing my legs wide.
“Over my knees,” he ordered.
I hooked my legs over his knees, leaned back against him.
He was looking down my body as his finger glided through my slit. I was wet and ready, but he didn’t mention it. In fact, he teased me as though he didn’t even notice.
Only, I knew he did, and this was merely sweet torture.
Between the roar of my own blood in my ears and the rasp of his mouth against my neck, I didn’t hear Isaac join us.
“This is how you should welcome me anytime I come into a room, fairy princess.”
I gasped as Ian pushed a finger inside me.
“It would be my pleasure, my Liege.”
Isaac’s grin was wicked, his eyes fierce as they focused on Ian’s long, strong fingers sliding deep inside me.
I watched him, a little uncertain about what was happening. The one and only time I’d been with them at the same time, we’d been in the guest room. On my birthday, when they all three took me at the same time. That night, Isaac had ordered Dante and Ian out of the room. I knew why, but I’d never discussed it with him.
“Stop thinking so hard, little fairy,” Ian whispered in my ear, a gruff, sexy sound that made my pussy clench around his fingers.
My attention shot up to Isaac when he removed his shirt, tossed it on the desk before easing down to his knees between our legs.
Ian’s hand withdrew slowly as Isaac’s head lowered.
I gasped when the warm, wet heat of his tongue caressed my clit.
“Suck,” Ian ordered, dipping his fingers in my mouth. “See how sweet you taste.”
I tried to buck my hips when Isaac sucked my clit between his lips, but Ian held me in place.
“Watch,” Ian ordered.
My eyes locked on Isaac’s head between my thighs. It was difficult to keep them open as pleasure assaulted me. His mouth, so hot, so perfect, drove me to distraction as he feasted. The almost perverse ebb and flow had me panting, desperate to reach the peak he was equally as desperate to keep me from.
“My Liege,” I begged.
“Not yet, little fairy,” Ian said.
This was new. The two of them working in tandem, as though one knew exactly what the other was thinking.
“We’re just getting started,” Isaac said.
Relief and disappointment flooded me when he got to his feet.
Ian nudged me up as Isaac took a seat in the other recliner, lowering his slacks as he did. He fisted his cock, hard and heavy in his hand, then beckoned me over with the crook of his finger.
“Put your mouth on me, fairy princess,” Isaac crooned. “Let me feel those sweet lips on my cock.”
I started to go to my knees, but Ian’s gruff command had me pausing.
“Stay standing.”
I bent at the waist, my hands on the arms of the chair holding me up as Isaac fed his cock into my mouth. His hands curved over my head, holding me there, guiding me as I took him deep, released him.
I heard movement, wasn’t sure what Ian was doing. Didn’t really care, either, as I focused on Isaac’s beautiful cock, thick and hard and smooth as velvet, as it slid over my lips. His satisfied grunts and groans an erotic symphony that urged me to ignore the discomfort of the position I was in.
Ian, once again behind me, squeezed my ass, then lightly smacked it. A second later, he was probing my ass with his slick finger.
Lube. He’d gotten lube.
The thought made me smile, though it wasn’t easy with Isaac’s cock lodged almost in the back of my throat.
I moaned, pleasure beginning to hum inside me as Ian gently finger-fucked my ass while I continued to lick and lave Isaac’s cock. Time seemed to stand still as the pleasure intensified.
I was slightly dazed when those wicked digits slid out and Isaac pulled his cock from my mouth before pulling me onto him. I stumbled, managed to get my knees on the sides of his thighs before he crushed his mouth to mine.
“Take me, fairy princess,” he growled, the head of his cock pressing against the slick entrance of my pussy.
I lowered myself onto him, dropping my head back as the delicious friction ignited all my nerve endings.
Isaac pumped his hips as he pulled me flush against him, his mouth once again seeking mine.
It was then I realized what was happening.
Ian’s hands gripping my ass, the thick head of his cock pressing against my anus. I could feel the unsteady tremble of his hands as he held me firmly in place, pushing his cock into me. The feeling was overwhelming, being stuffed full. I broke my mouth from Isaac’s, stifled a cry as I willed my body to relax.
Isaac didn’t say a word, nor did Ian, but there was a wealth of emotion I could sense in their hands, the way they touched me.
Ian began to move, fucking into me, the pace increasing as Isaac moved in tandem. They fell into a rhythm, giving me some relief as they alternated filling me. When Ian retreated, Isaac thrust forward.
“Oh, God…” It was more than I could take. The feeling unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
The three of us … together … as one.
“My Liege … my Alpha…”
“What is it, love? Tell us,” they said in unison, their voices settling over me in stereo.
“More…” I pleaded, buried my face in Isaac’s neck, and surrendered. “Everything.”
Four hands then roamed over me as they fucked me relentlessly, impaling me again and again. The room warmed, the scent of sex filling the small space as their combined grunts, the punishing thrusts drove me straight toward the peak. I held on to the razor-sharp edge for as long as I could.
“Please … my Liege … my Alpha. Let me come. I need…”
“God, yes,” they both snarled. “Come for us.”
Air was driven from my lungs when they both slammed into me at the same time. I screamed, the orgasm battering me like a stormy sea crashing against rock.
I couldn’t move, didn’t want to. And I knew it wasn’t necessary.
They would take care of me.
So I let them.
IAN
After getting Everly settled into bed, then heading to my bathroom for a quick shower, I met back up with Isaac in the kitchen. He was tossing together sandwiches, enough to feed an army. Since we were the only two eating meat, I knew we were the troops he had in mind.
“It’s a good thing she likes to nap,” I told him as I pulled two mugs out of the freezer, set them on the counter.
Isaac smiled. “She needs the rest.”
I filled both mugs, tossed the bottle in the recycle bin. When I turned back, my brother was staring at me.
I didn’t say anything, didn’t have to. I knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling. That this was exactly as it was meant to be.
Honestly, the library had been a test. For me, for him. To see how it would go without risking being in Isaac’s bed. I hadn’t wanted to take the chance that we’d fuck things up where we slept.
“This is exactly as it was meant to be,” Isaac said softly, passing over a plate.
“No truer words,” I mumbled, taking the plate. “Back porch?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
He followed me out to the table, took a seat. The sun was setting, and because of the long days, night was already closing in while there was still light.
“Did you know she can draw?” I asked.
Isaac took a bite of his sandwich, shook his head.
“Quite i
mpressive, actually.” I smiled, thinking about what she’d drawn up. “And I think she’s redesigning the house.”
“Really?”
I nodded, took a gulp of my beer. “She wants Dante closer.”
Isaac’s eyebrows rose.
“She’s got the idea we should turn three bedrooms into one, have Dante move into the fourth.”
“That’d be one giant fucking room.”
“Oh, don’t worry. She’s got plans for the bathroom. Probably be twice the size of yours and mine combined.”
Isaac chuckled.
“I suggested she configure a bigger bed. And a playroom.”
Again, I was testing the waters, wondering how my brother would react.
“And a bigger shower?” he asked.
I grinned. “That’s her idea. Room for four, she said.”
“Good.” He took a drink, set his mug down. “I say we get a contractor over here ASAP.”
As though he knew I was waiting for something more, Isaac set his sandwich down as soon as he picked it up.
“I’m not going to apologize,” he stated, his attention on me. “But you don’t need an apology. We all played this incorrectly. I was too selfish to see it. You tried to be the martyr.” He sighed. “And Everly and Dante got caught in the middle.”
I took a bite, chewed, tried to relax.
“We came up with the idea of sharing two women long before we ever thought those women might be submissives. Teenage fantasy. We never amended that fantasy and I don’t figure it would’ve mattered. We hadn’t figured Everly into it.”
“True.”
“It’s different with her,” he admitted.
“It is.”
He lifted his mug, held it out.
I picked mine up.
“To the two submissives who restructured our lives the way they intended them to be.”
I grinned, clinked my glass to his. “And to a new and improved sleeping quarters.”
Isaac chuckled. “Thank God for a bigger bed. You can sleep on your side.”
“With Everly,” I added.
He laughed. “Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. The rest of the time, she’s in my arms.”
Knowing he was kidding, I laughed. “Not a chance.”
We ate in silence for a little while, finishing off the sandwiches and downing the beer. I took the empty plates inside, brought out two more beers, poured them.
“I gave Dante some rules tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“You should consider giving him a few. I think it’ll help.”
I nodded. “I agree. Structure. He needs it to feel settled.”
Isaac turned to me. “He also needs to know that it’s okay he’s sleeping on his own. I think he worries it bothers us.”
I blamed myself for that. I wanted Dante in my bed, but I knew from the few instances he’d been there that it wasn’t comfortable for him. I couldn’t pretend to understand, but I would accept it because I loved him.
“What are the rules?” I asked.
“Monday mornings he’s to shower with me. No matter the situation. He has to ask for permission to go to his room. Not because I figure we’ll tell him no.”
“Because you want him to know we care how much he’s hiding in there?”
“Yeah,” Isaac agreed. “Exactly.”
“Anything else?”
Isaac set his beer down, leaned back. “I explained how hard it is to command at all times, to decide what everyone else will do. I know they want that, Dante probably more than Everly. But it’s not sustainable for us to direct his every move. He has to make the decisions on his own. Now he has to ask permission to do them.”
“That could get interesting. We supposed to stand over him and give him permission to wash his body after he shampoos?”
Isaac laughed. “Hell no. I told him he can’t ask which food to eat first. He understands.”
“Then I’ll divvy up the chores. Come up with some creative ways to spend his time.”
“That’ll be fun for you.”
It would. I was a creative guy. I was sure they’d both enjoy what I had in store for them.
I stared out at the pool, the blue lights beneath the surface. “What’ll we do when we’re out of town?”
“It can’t be helped,” he said, clearly understanding the deeper meaning to the question.
“They’ll have each other to look after. They’ve been doing it for a long time.”
“I know. I just…” I didn’t like the idea of being gone for a couple of months, not seeing them during that time.
“I think Ransom’ll understand we can’t take the longer assignments,” Isaac said. “We’ll tell him two weeks is the limit.”
It was a start.
“And you never know, they may want to kick us out from time to time.”
The thought made me smile. “You’re probably right.”
“There’s no probably about it. I am. You’ll see.”
Isaac was correct about one thing.
Only time would tell.
THIRTY-THREE
Dante
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woken with an alarm.
Before I’d come here, I hadn’t slept enough to need one.
This morning, I was grateful I’d had the forethought. I managed to drag my ass into Isaac’s room with only a minute to spare. There, on the big bed, were Isaac, Everly, and Ian, all sleeping soundly.
Not wanting to be creepy, I decided not to watch them sleep, choosing to get on the bed and kneel between Isaac’s legs as he’d instructed. At first, I had wondered why he hadn’t wanted me to simply kneel beside the bed. When he shifted as I settled, I realized it was because it would allow him to be notified of my presence.
His eyes were hooded as he glanced over at the clock, probably verifying I was on time. The clock read six on the dot, so I was doing fine.
He dropped his head back onto his pillow, ran his hand through his hair as he came awake slowly. I kept my eyes downcast, but I couldn’t help but notice him. Aside from the shower he’d promised, I had no idea what his plan was for this weekly encounter, but I had looked forward to it all night. In fact, I’d gone over his instructions numerous times in my head, the anticipation building every time I did.
Isaac moved his right leg, bending his knee, then pushing the blankets down. My gaze locked on the hard cock he revealed.
He didn’t touch himself, his eyes scanning my face as I fought the urge to lick my lips.
Isaac crooked his finger, a silent command that had me leaning over, taking his cock in my fist, then circling the head with my lips, licking him lightly. I could feel his eyes on me as I sucked him.
I was so caught up in it I never felt Ian move, didn’t realize he was behind me until his big hands squeezed my ass, spreading my cheeks wide, his tongue pushing deep inside. I swallowed the groan that threatened to escape, not wanting to wake Everly, who was still sleeping.
Isaac moved back, propping himself up on pillows. I crawled forward, realizing he was giving Ian more room at the end of the bed.
Before I could lower my head to his cock again, Isaac pulled me toward him, his mouth meeting mine. The kiss was soft, but there was a flame flickering in the way his tongue pushed against mine. It wasn’t going to remain soft for long.
While Isaac’s tongue explored my mouth, Ian’s tongue drove into my ass. Isaac finally guided my head back down, his cock filling my throat once more while Ian teased my ass with his thumb. He prodded me thoroughly, slick fingers replacing his thumb. Before I knew it, I was grinding back against the two fingers buried in my ass.
Isaac tossed something to Ian. I heard a cap flip open, felt the cool drizzle of lubricant slide in the crack of my ass. Two fingers became three as I panted, holding in the moans as I took Isaac’s cock deeper into my throat. Up to that point, they’d given me the illusion of some control.
So when they stripped it from me in a sudden shift of b
odies, I soared higher than I’d ever been. Isaac’s hands covered my head, his fingers twining tightly in my hair as Ian drove his cock into my ass in one punishing thrust. My hands were pulled behind my back, held in Ian’s strong, unrelenting grip. Overwhelmed by their physical assertion, I surrendered to the pleasure. Unable to move, I choked on Isaac’s cock as he forcefully fucked my face while Ian pounded my ass.
It was pure bliss, the most intriguing high I’d ever experienced. Unable to ask permission, I came, my body jerking and twitching. Neither said anything, continued to drive me higher and higher.
Then they stopped.
Isaac’s hands turned gentle. Ian’s pace slowed. He released my hands. Isaac then massaged my shoulders, grinding his hips up as I sucked his cock. I wasn’t sure which was more painful, the sweet way they teased me or the brutal flex of their control. Both had my heart pounding, my breaths rushing out on stifled moans. I was lost in a world of ecstasy far surpassing anything I’d ever felt when the icing on the proverbial erotic sundae opened her eyes, propped herself up on a pillow, and watched.
Ian and Isaac, aware that Everly was now witnessing what was happening, shifted once more, Isaac driving his cock deep in my throat, holding me there with his hands fixed roughly on my head while Ian drilled my ass again and again.
Not believing it possible, I came again, groaning around the cock lodged in my throat.
“Fuck,” Ian hissed, slamming into me one final time, his cock pulsing in my ass.
Isaac groaned low in his throat, holding my head in place as he came down my throat.
When they released me, I fell to my side and smiled.
Everly’s soft hands rubbed my shoulders as she leaned over and kissed my cheek. Ian disappeared first, slipping down the hall, probably to his shower.
I heard Isaac’s shower water come on and sighed.
Isaac caught my gaze, snapped his fingers. I managed to roll to my feet, stumble toward the stall. My entire body was sated, my muscles lax.
“Come on, fairy princess,” Isaac called out. “Join us.”
“It would be my pleasure, my Liege,” Everly said, her voice rough from sleep.
Naked and sexy, Everly joined me, coming up on her toes and kissing me so sweetly. I fell into the kiss, cupping her head, pulling her body flush with mine.
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