by Tate James
When it was done, River’s hellhound form shuddered once, then he stood up and shook like a wet dog. Except when he shook, it was like he was shaking off the demonic aspect, leaving him that pure white—still massive—wolf I had caught a glimpse of when he first shifted.
“You’re doing it, Alpha,” I breathed my encouragement. “Just a little more.”
This time his change seemed to take a whole lot longer and looked a whole lot more painful. Eventually, though, a naked and exhausted but, most importantly, human River lay collapsed on the charred carpet.
“River?” Cole asked cautiously, as though afraid of what the answer might be.
“Yeah, mate. I’m back,” River responded, his voice husky and pained. Without lifting his head, he reached out a hand to squeeze mine. “I’m back, but I just... I need a minute.”
Not bothered by—or not noticing—his nakedness, River pushed himself up off the floor with what seemed like a lot of effort and hurried out of the scorched front door. Vali or Cole must have dropped the fire barriers at some point.
Scrambling to my feet, I rushed after him, ignoring Cole’s protest that I should let him go, and caught him in the deserted hallway outside our old apartment.
“Kitten,” River groaned as my hand grabbed his arm. “Please give me a moment alone. I... The stuff I’ve done...”
“You mean the shit we’ve done,” I corrected him with a sharpness in my voice. I knew where he was at inside his head. I was there too. But surely that was all the more reason not to be alone?
“Yeah,” he murmured. His voice was soaked in self-loathing, and I needed to swallow past a lump in my throat as I searched for the right words. Or any words that might make this better.
“Go, River, take some time to get your head straight,” Cole answered for me, holding out a pair of Omega-branded sweats from behind me. “We will be right here waiting as long as you need.”
Our leader, the man who I could always rely on to have his shit together, wouldn’t even look at me as he accepted the garments from Cole and flashed a tight smile of thanks.
“I’ll be back; I just...” He trailed off again, and I needed to bite my lip hard to keep from screaming at him.
“You’re okay, Alpha. No explanations needed here.” Cole was the one who responded, finding the words when I came up blank.
All I could do was stand there with my jaw agape and my voice frozen while River walked away from me. Was it stupidly selfish of me to want to scream at him to stay and talk to me? We’d been through a lot, done a lot. But we were equally responsible, and I couldn’t help the sick feeling in my gut that he was walking away in more than the literal sense.
“Come on, Vixen,” Cole murmured in my ear, his broad chest pressed against my back. “Give him some space. You know how he is. Most likely he just needs to go punch some trees to get all those pesky emotions under control again, and then he’ll be back, good as new.”
“I fucking hope so,” I muttered, still frowning down the empty hallway where River had gone.
Cole’s huge hands settled on my hips, then he picked me up and turned me to face him. “Well, while we wait, I’d say someone owes me a proper hello.” He raised a dark eyebrow at me, and a small smile pulled my lips.
“Oh, you do, do you? Has that brother of yours been neglecting his manners? I’ll need to have words with him about that.” I was teasing, acting like I didn’t damn well know he meant me—or that he gave a shit about his brother’s manners. Cole’s eyes glittered with the promise of some sort of punishment. Maybe even a spanking, if I was lucky.
“Guys, we’re going to go check out the cafeteria for food,” Caleb announced, joining us in the hallway fully dressed again, with Austin and Wes following. “Any requests?”
“Cheese and coffee,” I replied so fast the words almost ran together. “I can’t even remember when I last ate properly.”
“You got it, Kitty Kat.” Caleb grinned at me, and I beamed my thanks. “How about you, Killer?”
“Requests?” Cole rumbled, squinting at Caleb even as his hands tightened on my waist possessively. “Yeah. Take your time.”
Wesley coughed a laugh, and Caleb waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be going right now...” the Blood Mage murmured, giving me a look that was pure sex and made me shiver with desire.
“Next time,” Cole snapped. “Now fuck off and get food.”
He didn’t wait for another response from the guys, instead sweeping me up bridal-style and striding back into the slightly charred apartment and kicking the door shut with his heel. The second it slammed, my back was against it and Cole’s lips were locked on mine with feverish intensity, stealing the breath from my lungs and the fight from my limbs.
I’d missed him… Them… All of them, so damn hard.
“Cutie,” I groaned against his kiss, and he chuckled. Releasing my lips, he began kissing down my neck, pausing to nip at the bend where he already knew I had a fetish for bite marks.
With his head shifted, my gaze locked with Vali’s across the room and held it.
Was this weird to be doing right in front of Vali? The fact that I’d just fucked twins at the same time was a totally different situation. These brothers had been on the verge of killing each other in their sleep not so long ago.
“Cole,” I started, licking my lips nervously. But he’d just hooked his fingers under the waistband of my butter-soft leather pants and was easing them down my legs already. It would be rude to stop him now, wouldn’t it?
Vali didn’t seem too perturbed by the whole thing either. In fact, he strode over to an upturned armchair and righted it to sit down and watch.
Well shit. If that’s how it is...
“When did you start wearing leather, Vixen?” Cole asked me as I stepped out of the pants and he stripped my tight V-neck tank off my top half. “It’s hot as hell, I have to tell you.”
“It seems bad-Kit was a fan of leather,” I admitted, pausing before adding the rest. “It was the easiest fabric to wipe blood from.”
Out of everyone, I was glad it had been Cole and Vali I’d admitted that to. Neither one of them batted an eyelid, and Cole even gave a shrug of agreement. Violent fuckers.
“Sorry, babe, for old times’ sake.” Cole had my silk panties ripped clean off my ass before I could even open my mouth to protest. Not that I really gave a shit once he hoisted my legs up around his waist and teased me by sinking just the tip of his cock inside my already soaking pussy.
“Cutie,” I moaned, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck for grip. “Fuck me hard and fast, baby.”
He groaned, pulling me further down onto his cock and stretching me wider. “How can I resist when you talk so pretty to me, Vixen?”
I grinned, then captured his lips with mine as he began to move, fucking me hard against the door just like I wanted him to. With the exception of his brother watching, it was oddly reminiscent of our first time together, which only served to turn me on even harder.
As I kissed my dark, sometimes angry, and always brooding dragon lover, I couldn’t help but meet Vali’s gaze across the room. There was something just so... taboo about fucking one brother while the other watched. Which was rich, coming from me a mere hour or so after experiencing my first twin sandwich.
“Christ, Vixen,” Cole groaned, breaking our kiss and sinking his teeth into my neck for a quick bite. “I missed you so much.”
I needed to drop my head back to rest on the door for a moment to catch my breath before replying. Something about those bites was almost as good as someone licking my clit, and that was no exaggeration.
“I missed you too, Cutie,” I finally panted out. Any more words than that were impossible as Cole released one of my thighs to snake a hand between us and rub my clit while he nailed me hard.
Remember what I’d just said about his bites being better than clit play? Well, combining the two was just plain torture. The second his hot mouth
closed over the tight muscles of my neck, lightning began shooting all through me, and I came hard in a screaming mess.
Fuck.
When had I become so damn loud during sex?
Cole followed with his own release seconds later, his fingertips biting hard into the back of my leg while he drove into me as deep as was physically possible.
I placed little kisses up the side of his sweaty neck—even as I locked stares with Vali again—waiting for Cole to finish fully.
“I think your brother is feeling left out,” I whispered in his ear, but knew Vali had heard me by the slight widening of his eyes.
Cole huffed. “Too bad.” I swatted him playfully in the head, and he sighed. “Fine, yes, he probably has balls bluer than a strangled smurf right now.” He slowly detached my legs from around his waist and lowered me to the floor before tucking his still semi-hard dick back into his open jeans.
I didn’t bother picking up any of my discarded clothes as I stalked naked across the room to the smolderingly sexy man in the lopsided armchair.
“Vali?” I purred in what I really hoped was a seductive sort of way. I mean, how sexy could one be when standing stark naked in the middle of a trashed apartment with another man’s seed fresh on my cunt?
“Yes, regina mea?” he replied with an amused tilt to his mouth.
Bracing my hands on the armrests, I leaned over to place my face closer to his. “Do I get a kiss hello? I missed you too, you know.”
“A kiss, huh? Yes, draga, I can handle that.” He gave me a wry smile, snaking his huge hands under my hair and using his grip on my head to haul me into his lap even as his lips captured mine.
A small squeak of surprise escaped my throat before I settled onto his lap and lost myself in his kiss for a long moment. His lips were the perfect combination of soft and firm, demanding but not devouring, and when his tongue touched mine, it was with an oath I couldn’t help but hear.
“I love you, regina mea,” he whispered in a rough voice when our kiss ended, voicing everything his kiss had already said. “Please never leave us again.”
Peering back into his pain-filled eyes, it killed me to lie. But how the hell could I know what the future might hold? If I thought it was for the good of the team, I wouldn’t hesitate to leave them again.
So instead, I offered the only truth I could. “I love you too, Vali.”
Silencing any further discussion, I pressed my lips back to his and found his belt buckle with my hands. With the skill of a practiced pickpocket, I had his belt undone and his fly lowered in seconds. Not that his fly even needed the help to open; his monster cock was hard as diamond and straining so tight in his jeans that it practically leapt into my hand when the top button was released.
“Regina,” Vali groaned as I stroked my hand down his hot, hard length. My fingers didn’t even touch together, and I bit my lip when a rush of butterflies exploded inside me. “I don’t expect you to...” he trailed off with a pained noise as I circled my thumb around his tip, smearing a droplet of his own fluids across the broad head of his cock.
“I know, idiot,” I replied, breathless with excitement. “I want to. More than fucking anything right now.”
I gave his thick shaft a few more strokes, spreading that small bit of pre-cum down his skin, but that was all the patience I had to spare. He needed to be inside me. Now.
Bracing one hand on Vali’s shoulder, I rose up on my knees and lined him up with my center. Even as wet as I already was, it still took a bit of wiggling before I felt him reach as far as he was ever going to get inside me.
“Fucking hell,” I chuckled, resting my forehead on his shoulder and relaxing my thighs for a moment, “That thing could do some real damage, you know.”
Thankfully, Vali took it as intended and chuckled back rather than getting offended. “Nah, regina. You just need a bit more practice to get used to me. Something I’m more than willing to dedicate time to.” His hands ran up my sides then cupped my breasts. “For now, I’ll let you do whatever feels good. Make the most of it though; next time I’m in charge.”
“Oh?” I wriggled again, feeling his massive cock slip a little further inside me—something I wasn’t even sure had been possible. “I look forward to it. Now shut up and let me fuck you, Romanul.” I said his crime lord nickname with amusement, and his eyes flickered dangerously.
Holy shit he was hot.
Gripping onto his shoulders, I used my legs to ride him. Up and down, in exactly the pace I wanted. Hitting all the spots that I needed, sending me creeping up hard on a deep-seated g-spot orgasm. Utterly delicious.
Tingles began shooting through me, and I chased that orgasm down like a hungry lioness, pumping faster and faster on top of Vali’s impressive cock until the chair started rocking unsteadily on its broken leg.
Still... I was so damn close.
Vali’s broad hands clasped my waist, helping to lift and pull me down again, obviously chasing down his own orgasm as his breath sped up and his granite eyes glazed over with thick arousal.
Fucking hell, it was a turn-on to see what I did to these men. I’d never felt so beautiful or desired in my life. And they were just as in love with me as I was them.
How the hell did I get so damn lucky?
“Oh shit, I’m coming,” I hissed. My fingers tightened on Vali’s shoulders, my nails biting into his flesh through the thin fabric of his gray T-shirt, and I slammed myself down on him once more, moaning my climax like a seasoned professional.
“I’m not far behind,” he admitted, “Hold on tight regina, and tell me if I hurt you.”
He didn’t wait for a response—thank fuck, I was still whimpering and panting into his neck. Instead, he gripped my waist tight, lifted me up to create enough space that he could take over our rhythm, and pounded up into me with a punishing pace, shoving me straight off the cliff into a second orgasm right along with him. At the same time, the chair broke and deposited us sprawling, tangled together, in a heap on the floor.
For a moment, there was a pause wherein I’m sure Vali was thinking the same thing as me: What the ever-loving fuck just happened? Did we just break a chair?
But that stunned silence soon dissolved into amusement as the two of us burst out into peals of laughter. Or I did anyway. Vali chuckled a whole lot more than I’d ever seen him laugh, but it was still a long way off from the hysterical giggles that were holding me incapacitated on top of him.
“Well, in the chair’s defense, it was already damaged from River’s hellhound rampage,” Cole snickered, appearing above us and holding out a hand to help me to my feet.
“Oh my God, we broke a chair,” I wheezed out, wiping tears of laughter from my eyes as I regained my feet and inspected the damaged item of furniture.
“Fucking scales, bro. How do you even walk with that thing?” Cole exclaimed, holding out a hand to help his brother up from the floor too. “Ever tripped over it?”
“All I hear is jealousy, little brother,” Vali retorted, tucking the appendage in question back into his pants, then extending a hand to me. “Regina mea, can I interest you in a shower while we wait for the others to return?”
“Shit yes,” I accepted, taking his offered hand. “I think I will need about sixteen thousand showers before I’ll feel properly clean after all I’ve done in these past six weeks.” I shuddered as just a fraction of the atrocities River and I had committed crossed my mind.
“About that,” Cole started, frowning at me in concern, but I shook my head to stop him right there.
“Not now, Cutie. Just let me enjoy having you all back. I’ll deal with all the... other shit... tomorrow. Okay?” I pasted on my very best brave smile and headed toward the apartment’s main bathroom. “Now, were one of you planning to help me wash my hair? Or... both of you?”
The brothers exchanged glances and grimaced. “We’re working on things, regina, but we are a long way off from that sort of relationship yet.” Vali gave me an apologetic shrug.
“Worth a try,” I teased. “Well, hurry up and rock-paper-scissors or whatever you need to do. I’ll get the water running.”
It sounded flippant, but I just badly didn’t want to have to choose between them. Hopefully in the next few hundred years, their relationship might get close enough that I would eventually never have to choose. In that moment though, I was happy with whichever one of them ended up joining me, so long as they knew how to wield a loofah and soap.
10
After one of the most heavenly showers I’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing—one in which Vali helped ensure every inch of me was clean—I toweled off and wrapped up in an Omega-issued robe. Call me a coward, but I had a feeling that prancing into the living room to find my clothes while naked wouldn’t result in us getting anything much done. Or... anything particularly productive anyway.
Don’t get me wrong, this whole “repeated sex with five different guys” thing was awesome. Seriously awesome. But I needed to face the music on everything River and I had done... and then sort things out with the guilt-ridden hound himself.
“Hey, you found Finn,” I observed as I entered the living room while still towel-drying my hair. “That saves me from hunting him down.”
“Ah, that makes more sense now,” my demon accomplice nodded. “Dark-Kit is gone, huh? That’s a shame; she was rather a lot of fun.”
I rolled my eyes, abandoning the idea of getting dressed in favor of the food spread over the table. There was so much of it, but prior experience had taught me that these guys could out eat me five times over. And I was no light weight in the eating department.
“You would say that, hellspawn,” I snorted at Finn and sat down on the carpet beside the coffee table, which I now saw was propped up on a stack of books. River and the guys really had done a number on the furniture.
“Hellspawn?” Cole repeated, cocking an eyebrow at me. “Do explain.”
Austin spoke quietly, frowning at me in confusion and what looked suspiciously like jealousy. “We found him lurking around the kitchens and flirting with the cooks. You can imagine we were a bit surprised to see him here, and then he said he was here with you.”
