by Cara Wylde
“How are you, Vera?” Aryan asked in a gentle voice.
I looked up at him and forced a smile. “I’m good.”
“Hang in there,” Dev said as he grabbed one of the dead guys. “This will be over soon.”
I nodded. “How are you feeling? Everything okay?”
Navin gave me one of his signature smirks. “Don’t worry about us. It was nothing. Just a few bullets, and none of them had hit anything important.” He patted the bandage on his arm. “It’s already healed, but the doctor insisted.”
“We’ll get these out of your way,” Aryan said, as if the dead, bleeding men were just objects. “I’m sorry you had to see this, Vera.” And he shot Navin a death glare.
“What?” Navin protested. “I did what I had to do.”
“Did you have to go the extra mile, though?”
Navin chuckled darkly. “You know me. I always go the extra mile.”
I ignored them and went to change the water. I threw the rags into an empty garbage bag and found new rags to scrub the last of the blood. The guys dragged the bodies outside through the back door, and after half an hour of cleaning and changing the water again and again, I realized that they hadn’t come back in. I knew they must have been busy disposing of the evidence that anything had happened here today, but I didn’t want to know their methods. The floor was finally clean. I inspected it carefully, inch by inch, and when I spotted dry spots that I’d missed, I scrubbed them off with a brush and wiped with a soft cotton cloth. When I was finally done and satisfied, I stepped back and admired the shiny, spotless marble. The sun was up, and the light poured through the windows. It was peaceful now. I closed my eyes and imagined that it had all been a bad dream. But then I opened them and looked at the brush in my hand. I went to wash it into the bathroom sink.
Two hours had passed since the guys had disappeared outside. When they came back in, I was waiting for them in the kitchen. My dress was still dirty, but I’d managed to wash my hands and my face. I was far from clean. Looking at them, I realized that they weren’t clean anymore, either. Dried blood, mud, and sweat covered them from head to toe. They’d worked hard, but again, I didn’t want to know specifically in what way.
“Are you ready?”
“What?”
Aryan smiled and took my hand. I followed him. Dev and Navin led the way to a part of the house that I hadn’t been to yet. That was when I realized that I hadn’t seen the mansion at all. I’d only been on the ground floor, in my own bedroom and in the kitchen. Navin opened a glass door, and my eyes went wide as I stepped through it. The bathroom was incredible. It wasn’t, in fact, a normal bathroom, as the main piece was a large tub that could almost be considered an indoor pool. The only difference was that it was empty, and Dev walked around it and turned the taps on. Yes, taps. There were four, all around the tub, and they filled the basin in minutes. The most incredible thing, though, was the round shower head that was positioned above the tub and poured a stream of clear, cooling water into the pool below. There was no sink and no toilet, which meant that the sole purpose of the room was this luxurious bathtub, fit for royalty.
Aryan stepped behind me and started rolling the straps of my ruined dress down my arms. I shuddered, my skin exploding in goosebumps. I let him, and soon the dress fell around my ankles, leaving me bare and exposed. My nipples turned to pebbles, not because it was chilly in the room – I now wondered whether it was ever chilly in New Delhi, – but because I was anticipating what was going to happen next. And I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to abandon myself to them, I couldn’t wait for their bodies to claim mine and make me forget about what I’d just done. About what we’d all just done.
My men… they were far from being saints. But I was no damsel, either. Not anymore. I wasn’t a victim. I’d participated in this willingly, and if I really took my time to think about it, it wasn’t like we’d had any other choice. Petrov had come here to kill them. He would’ve killed me too after. I knew too much. It was us or them, and of course my lovers and I chose life. And love. There was no one standing in our way now. We could only hope that Petrov hadn’t talked to anyone about his suspicions. Or that the people he’d presumably talked to didn’t believe in the paranormal.
Aryan started kissing my neck, and I tipped my head to give him better access. His hands snuck around me to cup my heavy breasts. I leaned back and melted in his arms. Navin and Dev had removed their clothes, and they were both stepping into the warm water. The water started turning pink and muddy, but I soon noticed that the tub must have had some kind of recycling system, because the dirty, cold water was constantly being replaced by fresh water that was set just at the right temperature. I hadn’t even known such a thing was possible.
Aryan’s lips traveled up to my ear. He took my earlobe between his teeth and pulled at it playfully.
“You’re gorgeous. Do you know that?”
I smiled. I didn’t know how to react when he complimented me like that. I wasn’t used to this…
“You were great back there. You did what you had to do. Never blame yourself for what happened.”
“Why would I blame myself? It’s not like we attacked him first.”
“That’s right.”
I sighed, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment, relishing in his tender kisses and touches. “He had to go,” I whispered. “Sparing his life would have put you in danger.”
“Forget about us. We always have each other’s backs. He would’ve come for you and wanted to take you away. If he’d brought the money next week, as he should’ve, and asked to get you back, the result would’ve been the same.”
“Really? You want me that much?”
He wrapped his arms around my waist tightly. “Yes. You’re ours now. And we’re yours. Deal with it, princess.”
I laughed. “I dare say I’m dealing with it just fine.”
“More than fine.”
“I’m not as strong as you are. I don’t have… abilities. But I will do my best. I want you to know that, Aryan. I will do my part in this family.”
“Your part, princess, will be to relax and enjoy life. You won’t ever worry about a thing. Whatever you want, name it, and we will bring it to you. We’ll lay it at your feet.”
My heart skipped a beat. They’d lay it at my feet… Like Navin had done with Petrov’s head. While I could get used to being treated that way, I truly hoped my tigers weren’t going to lay dead things at my feet every day. They were oversized felines, after all.
“In you go.” He pushed me toward the tub, where Dev and Navin were waiting. “You need a good wash. I like my prey clean and fresh.”
He gave a little growl, and the subtle vibration traveled right to my core.
Aryan
I took her first. I washed her entire body, her hair, and then I lifted her onto my lap and guided my cock to her entrance. She received me eagerly. She wrapped her legs and arms around me, and I held her close, pressing her against my chest as I guided her up and down my cock. It was slow and deliberate. We weren’t in a rush. I sank my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. She smelled like a woman, she smelled like a juicy goddess whose body was ready to receive my seed, she smelled like my mate. Our mate. A growl escaped my lips when I remembered that we weren’t alone and that Dev and Navin were patiently waiting for their turn. Then I exchanged a glance with the guys, and I realized that we were good. It didn’t bother me that much. The business we were in was hard and dangerous. If anything were to happen to me, I knew they would take care of her. And if anything happened to either of them, protecting Vera was my number one priority.
“Oh… Right there,” she moaned.
I shifted so as to hit that spot inside her again. She threw her head back and sighed, then as our pace increased, she started moaning and whispering pleas under her breath. She was close, and her body sang as it moved up and down my shaft. Her breasts had become firmer and heavier, and her pussy throbbed around me, w
anting to milk me dry. Vera let out a cry and came, her body shuddering, making me want to hold her even closer. I kept going, even though I was close to the edge, too. She came again, and I couldn’t hold it back anymore. With a grunt, I spilled my seed inside her, holding her still as I pumped her full. I hoped the seed caught and that soon she’d give us the news that she was pregnant. The thought alone made me release another stream of hot cum, and she moaned as she received it. When I pulled out, some of it flowed into the water. Before Dev reached out to grab her from me, Vera leaned in and kissed me deeply and passionately. Our tongues battled for dominance, and I was ready to penetrate her again. My cock was as hard as ever. Dev growled in annoyance, though, and I had to let her go. I leaned back and watched through hooded eyes as he pulled her onto his lap and pushed himself inside her. She tensed up, and I knew it was because Dev’s cock was rather big. He wasn’t the most careful and gentle lover, either. But she was soon bouncing on top of him, moaning and asking for more, asking for him to fuck her harder and faster.
It was quite a show to enjoy. Her body opened like a flower. When Dev was done, Navin took his place, and she was more than happy to please him, too. By now, she was used to being taken by three men, one after the other, fucked for hours on end. She’d grown resilient, but also needy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of us, enough of the orgasms we gave her. It had only been just a week, but she was already so far from the virgin who’d entered our home.
Navin pushed her over the edge. When he came inside her, he bit her neck, drawing a little blood. He licked her wound, and the skin healed in seconds. I growled displeased. So, we were marking her now. Well, she was going to get another mark from me in a second. They were kissing passionately when I snuck an arm around her waist and pulled her away from him. His cock slid out of her pussy, and once again, it was my turn to fuck her. I didn’t ask her if she wanted it, or if she could take it. I just turned her around and guided her on my lap with her back to me. She sighed when my cock entered her, but once I was in, she started moving on her own, already chasing another orgasm. I leaned over her, pulled her hair over her shoulder, and sank my extended fangs into her collarbone. She screamed but didn’t try to escape my grasp. If anything, she started bouncing on my cock even faster. She knew I would never hurt her, so she allowed me to taste her blood. She came again, and this time, she was the one who crawled away from me and toward Dev. She whispered… “More.”
Vera
I woke up with the first rays of the sun pouring through the open windows. I stretched, and my left hand touched Aryan’s chest as he slept on his side, facing me, and my right hand rested on Dev’s wide back. Neither of them even stirred in their sleep. At my feet, across the mattress, Navin slept on his stomach. Sometime in the past year I’d been with them, we’d begun sleeping together in one of the bedrooms. They’d taken the bed out and placed two big mattresses on the floor.
I sat up, then carefully crawled out from between them. I tiptoed to the door, opened it gently, then slipped outside. I knew they had heard me. Their hearing was acute, and as long as I was close, they could even hear me breathe. On the corridor, I stretched properly, my fingertips reaching toward the ceiling. I made my way into the kitchen, put a pot of coffee on, and looked in the fridge. I had everything I needed to make pancakes. I had to bend down to get the milk, and my back protested. I straightened it immediately, wincing in pain. Since my belly had grown three times in size, it was difficult to move. The doctor had confirmed that I had triplets. I couldn’t wait for them to just pop out of me so that I could walk, sleep, and use the toilet like a normal person again.
I set the ingredients on the table, sighed in exhaustion, turned off the stove, and made myself a cup of tea. When it was ready, I stepped out onto the terrace. It wasn’t that hot yet, and there was even a bit of a breeze coming from the trees in the garden. I closed my eyes, sipped my tea, and turned my head toward the wind. It blew strands of my long, blond hair out of my face. I smiled as I enjoyed these precious moments of peace. The cubs kicked, and my hand went to rest on my belly. I gently massaged the rascal who’d just woken up, but he just kicked me harder. He… I didn’t know for sure, as we’d decided to let their genders be a surprise, but I had a feeling at least one of them was a boy. I walked around the terrace for a bit, then found a chair and sat down with a grunt.
This was nice. I liked that we were so isolated from the world and that the noise of the city barely reached us. I also liked that we only had some maids, a cook, and a gardener over once a week, and most of the time, we were on our own and could enjoy our privacy. I liked cooking for my men, though I hadn’t been doing much of that lately. I’d start making a meal, then in the middle of it I’d get so tired that I’d have to sit down. Usually, either Aryan or Navin took over and finished preparing lunch or dinner. Dev never touched anything in the kitchen. Not because he didn’t want to, but because I forbade it. He’d broken too many plates already. I saw no point in letting him break his own record.
I drank my tea in peace – as much peace as my cubs allowed me to have. Every few minutes, I’d grunt or wince in pain. My breasts were big and heavy, and I’d given up wearing a bra a long time ago. I watched the sunrise like this, thinking about nothing in particular, thinking about… everything. How I’d gotten here, how I’d had to lose one family so I could have another. I still missed my parents and my brothers. I still missed Russia, and I especially missed the long, harsh winters. But no, I had no wish to go back there again. Too much pain, too many sad memories. I was good where I was, and Aryan, Dev, and Navin loved me and worshipped me like a queen. We were happy together, and I knew that my babies had the best fathers they could wish for.
I heard clattering in the kitchen. They were up, and they were looking for coffee and breakfast. Well, they would have to make the pancakes because I was too comfortable where I was to move. The clattering continued, and I leaned back and stretched my legs, sighing at the feel of the warm marble on my bare soles. A loud bang, then the sound of porcelain breaking into a thousand pieces on the floor. I cringed, my hand going to my chest to press against my wildly beating heart. Another bang, and then curses pouring through the open windows.
I rolled my eyes.
“Dev.”
I heard Navin yelling at him to move out of his way, and Aryan shooing him out of the kitchen. At first, I thought I should get up and check up on them. But they seemed to have things under control. With a sigh, I closed my eyes once more and relaxed in the warmth of the Indian sun.
THE END
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Cara loves to write about strong, feisty women and their hot Alphas who will do anything to make them happy. Her books are filled with romance and just a dash of mystery, suspense, and that eerie atmosphere she fell in love with reading too many gothic novels. With a master’s degree in Comparative Literature, she can’t help but play with tropes and themes from various genres, trying to come up with fresh perspectives on the paranormal characters her readers love so much. Vampires, shape-shifters, demons, witches… Cara will always make sure they get their own twists.
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