With these three men, anything was possible, and at twenty-eight, when her aunt’s life had ended, hers was just beginning.
Epilogue
Six months later
“Come here.”
Alexa pouted. “I don’t want to.”
“Why not?” Loukas asked, frowning at her. After all these months together, she was as easy to read as she was hard.
“Complex” in no way described their woman, but he knew he wouldn’t have her any other way.
“Because you’ll want to see it.”
He grinned. “You got that damned right.”
She glared at him. “I am never, ever, ever playing rock, paper, scissors with you lot. You cheat!”
“I’ll have you know we do not,” Loukas retorted. Although, in this case, she was right. Not that he’d admit it.
“Bullshit.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I should have known I’d lose that battle.”
“It’s a fair game,” was all he said.
“Not if one of you is doing Morse code with his eyelids,” she grumbled as she stepped deeper into his office.
“Come on, I want to see.”
“I can’t believe you made me do it.”
“Now, now, you know you can’t welch on deals with us.”
“I didn’t, did I?” she spat, slipping out of the shorts she wore to bed. Ever since the piercing, she’d taken to not wearing panties, and if Loukas had any say in the matter, she’d never wear them ever again.
He curled his finger and, when she approached him, patted his desk. She sighed, but sat on the edge, then spread her legs. The instant his gaze clashed with the metal close to her clit, his tongue cleaved to the roof of his mouth.
“Why, Loukas, I do think you’re speechless.” Good humor apparently restored at his pleasure in her piercing, she reached down between her thighs and began to play with the ring. Flicking it back and forth, back and forth, until his eyes were helplessly following the movement.
He licked his lips. “Isn’t it sensitive?”
“No, not anymore. It was until today, though.”
He grinned. “Just in time for my arrival home.” He’d been away on the mainland for the last eight days. While he’d been chomping at the bit to get back here, to his family, work had had other ideas.
Eight days of mania as he attempted to resolve a situation that shouldn’t have been started in the first place. His father had, despite his doctor’s orders, tried to re-involve himself in the business and made a mess of it. Leaving Loukas to sort out the chaos.
His jaw firmed at the memory, but he relaxed as he watched his mate toying with the piercing she’d been shepherded into receiving. “How’s Leon’s nipple? All healed?”
She grinned. “Beautiful. If you twist it, I swear to God, his cock bobs.”
He snorted. “What a plus.”
Her wink made him smile.
“And Aaron’s cock?” Of them all, Aaron had been the only one brave enough to have his shaft pierced.
She hummed her pleasure. “It’s wonderful. Especially when he fucks you. I don’t know why it’s so different. It just is. And when he goes deep…” She shuddered. “It’s bliss. How’s your nipple?”
He unfastened his shirt and revealed his own piercing. She peered at it, a happy smile on her face, and she reached forward to toy with it—using the same hand she’d had on her cunt. The scent of her juices had his nostrils flaring. Christ, she made him feel like a stallion around a mare in heat.
Loukas did not appreciate being made to feel like a bloody animal, but he was helpless where she was concerned. Hell, they all were. Not a one of them could say no to her. She was definitely their princess. Even when she’d requested they all do something to show how committed they were to one another, they’d gone ahead with it. Their only machination had been to switch her suggested nipple ring to a clit piercing.
Aaron had designed their four rings. They were all different, all with a different gem, and each one was unique to them. Alexa’s was the more ostentatious, however. The ring was twisted and had an attachment of a small chain of rubies that dangled from it.
She was currently wearing that small chain, and he’d have been a liar if he said he was anything other than entranced.
His heart thudded in his chest as his mouth watered at the sight of her glorious pussy. He couldn’t help but grab her legs, keep them widely spread, and then bury his head between her thighs. She tasted like home, woman, and his. Theirs. It was no hardship sharing her. She’d been made to be shared by the three of them.
It was wonderful, when he went away, knowing that she was safe and sound. Happy with Leon and Aaron. And that all three of them were waiting for him to come home just made him eager to return.
He dove deep, seeking treasure and finding it in the rubies that entangled with her pussy lips. He tugged delicately at the chain, enjoying her pained mewl and the rough grip of her fingers as they tangled in his hair. She pulled him to her, moaning and flexing her thighs wider apart as he suckled her clit before dipping deep and slurping up her juices.
“Oh God,” he groaned. “You taste fucking amazing.”
She chuckled, the sound redolent with pleasure. “Thank you,” she replied huskily, her nails scraping along his skull, making him shudder with the sensation.
“You wore this on purpose, didn’t you?” he mumbled against her clit, hiding his grin at her shriek of pleasure.
“What, the chain? Of course I did!” she retorted around a moan.
“Prick tease.”
“Pussy tease,” she quickly snapped.
He pulled away, grinning at her glare, and getting to his feet, he grabbed her legs and tucked them around him. “Bottoms up,” he warned and then lifted her into the air, carrying her from his office to their bedroom.
And it was their bedroom. For real now. Had been since she’d moved in two months ago. The day after she’d told them that she loved them and had speared their hearts out of love for her. That had been the first commitment. The second was the piercings—she’d insisted on them, and they’d flown out to an artist Leon trusted to keep quiet in LA. God only knew what the third commitment would be. She’d lead them all by their cocks, and undoubtedly, they’d follow.
He hadn’t pushed for the ultimate commitment. The wedding ring. Mostly because he hated the necessity of it. He hated the notion that while she was theirs, on paper, she would be his.
Yes, she did belong to him, like he belonged to her. But it was more than that. They both belonged to Aaron and Leon, and vice versa.
Narrowing it down with a wedding band took away everything their bond represented. While eventually it would be imperative, because already their families were clamoring for it, he wanted to wait. He hated the idea that it would hurt Aaron and Leon, and already, the four of them were turning into hermits because they hated not being able to be relaxed with one another in public.
His mother had contacted him yesterday, bitching because he and Alexa had missed the last four family dos. They’d miss the next four, too. She could bitch all she wanted. They only had to maintain the charade because of his parents and the company. If he were anyone else, they wouldn’t have to live on the island. They could live in the middle of nowhere, be less restricted in public.
Loukas thought Alexa would willingly give up the daily running of the Corsakis if it meant they’d have the freedom to be with one another in a public arena. All of them were finding the secrets and lies the hardest part of their bond. Not a one of them had realized how difficult it would be once Alexa was publicly known as his partner. It was tougher than they’d imagined, and like navigating a minefield where gossip was concerned.
As it was, he had to shift these thoughts from his mind because they were the snake in his paradise. He wanted it all, and in this, he couldn’t have it. Of his siblings, he was the only one with the notorious Cosse drive, the compunction to create a dynasty that would last several lifetimes.
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br /> The rest of his brothers-in-law and sisters were about as much use as a chocolate teapot.
Completely bloody useless.
The thought made him angry, because if they weren’t, then he’d be able to escape the leadership and have what he really wanted. His dreams would come true.
Instead, because they were gormless, he was tied to a position he didn’t particularly want, one that meant he had to live on this goddamn island because this was where the HQ was, and he had to deny Leon and Aaron in public.
As he strode through the house, Alexa’s wet pussy clung to his shirt. He could feel her wetness through the thick cotton, and his cock bobbed with every step, clamoring to be inside her.
“Where are they?”
She cocked a brow. “In bed. Where else? It’s two a.m., Loukas.”
He sighed. “I forgot. Jet lag.”
“You can’t get jet lag from flying to the mainland.”
He growled. “I can.”
“You’re just being difficult.”
“I was born difficult,” he relented enough to tease.
She smiled but raised her hand to his jaw. “Is everything okay?”
“I love you, Alexa. You know that, don’t you?”
Her grin said it all. It told him how secure she was with him. How happy she was within their bond. “I do. And I love you, too.”
He paused, hovering in the corridor to press his forehead to her chin. “Thank you. Every day, I’m thankful for having you in my life.”
“It’s a miracle, isn’t it?” she whispered, kissing his nose, and then his mouth when he tilted his face to catch her lips.
“It really is.”
“Come on, they’ll be awake now. You know I can’t leave the bed without the pair of them waking up.”
“I’m just as bad,” he grunted. “You’re like our alarm clock. Even asleep, we’re all focused on you.”
“What girl doesn’t want to hear that?” she mocked.
“What girl doesn’t want to hear what?” Aaron called out from the bedroom.
“That she’s the center of three hunks’ attention, of course,” she hollered.
Aaron chuckled. “Brat.”
“Don’t you know it,” she retorted, turning her head to grin at him as Loukas stepped into the bedroom.
Christ, it was good to see them. As good as it was to see Alexa. Leon and Aaron were home. They’d been home when they’d been denied Alexa. They’d kept him on the straight and narrow, kept him strong and ready for the moment when she’d be theirs. Without them, he was nothing.
He could admit that now he had Alexa back.
She’d made him realize that softer emotions weren’t bad or negative. They weren’t something to be ashamed of, as his father had once told him when he’d cried at the loss of his pet dog, Hercules.
They were to be embraced. To be celebrated.
After carefully depositing Alexa on the bed, he rounded the mattress and hovered above Leon. He pressed his lips to Leon’s mouth, gently nuzzling into him. “It’s good to be home,” he whispered.
Leon sighed, his breath brushing his jaw. “It’s good to have you back.”
He nodded, then leaned over and kissed Aaron, who was sleepily watching the pair of them, his arms behind his head. As they kissed, he heard Alexa sigh. When he turned to face her afterward, her eyes were bright.
“I love watching you kiss.”
He smirked. “Your pussy can’t be any wetter than it was.”
Aaron smacked his lips together. “I knew I recognized that taste,” he teased, laughing when Alexa blushed.
“Shut up, you,” she snapped, glaring at him, but the glare ended in a sigh. “Come here, Loukas, we missed you.”
He headed back to her arms, but before he let her embrace him, he stripped out of the suit he’d traveled in. He shucked it off and shucked off his responsibilities. With each limb bared, he felt better. More liberated.
When he returned to her, he was naked, and her skin pressed to his, making him shudder with the sensation.
He kissed her, enjoying her as she tangled his tongue with her own. He let his hands slide up her sides, cupping her breasts from that angle, feeling their delicious weight, and moving around to roam over the satiny skin of her back. He dropped them down, once again cupping her ass and lifting her.
“Put me in you,” he grunted when their sexes rubbed against one another, the sensation enough to bring him right to the edge.
Eight days without his family, and he felt like a man starved.
When her dainty fingers grabbed his shaft, he couldn’t withhold his moan, and when she carefully guided him into her, he had to drop his forehead to her shoulder this time, reveling in the silken cling of her cunt. As he returned to the bed, she bounced atop him, and he sat down on the edge, letting her fall deeper onto his shaft.
The position had her moaning, enough to make her tits jiggle in his face. He reached up, grabbed one nubbin between his lips, and suckled down hard. “Next time, you’re getting your nips pierced too.”
“Only if you get your cock done,” she retorted, the order spoiled by her breathy moan as he bit down on the crinkled flesh. She squeaked, and Loukas’s eyes popped open to see why. He had to hide a grin when he saw Leon’s wide cock being tunneled into their woman’s mouth.
“That’s one way to shut you up,” he teased, laughing when she punished him by squeezing her inner muscles down until a vise would have been more generous with its firm grip. Not that he minded, her cunt was nirvana, and he willingly worshiped it.
Fingers caressed his balls, rough, callused. They scraped over the tender flesh, and he felt them disappear. At Alexa’s moan, he knew what Aaron was doing, and when he felt her ass being prepped, lube dripping down onto his own shaft, he had to close his eyes in wonder.
When Aaron’s cock began to prod into the taut pucker, he knew he had to be careful, because orgasm was just seconds away, and no way was he ready to leave the heaven of Alexa’s pussy. When Aaron carried on, filling her ass to the brim, sliding his cock, ridges, veins, piercing, and all, against his own, he had to cry out, “God, you’re killing me, Aaron.”
His lover’s husky chuckle said it all. “Serves you right for abandoning us for over a week.”
“Eight days, and it’s not like I wanted to,” he mumbled around a groan.
Leon laughed. “We can’t make it too good for him, guys. If we do, he might go away more often just to get this kind of welcome home.”
And as all four of them grinned dopily, Loukas realized that his fears for their relationship were foolish.
This was home. These three people. As long as they were connected, he was at peace. He didn’t need to worry about the public, or about word spreading, or about his job at the company. It all meant nothing because at the end of the day, he could come here and be embraced in their circle of love.
Sappy?
Hell yes. But worth it, every single time.
As Aaron tormented him, rubbing along every inch of his cock through the thin flesh separating them, each thrust driving Alexa wild too, Loukas knew how very, very lucky he was.
How lucky they all were.
THE END
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Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for raunchy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of raunch.
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