by Helen Scott
Chapter Nineteen
Poppy
Emmett and Knox had carried me back to Knox’s bedroom since it had the biggest bed. The blue sheets felt luxurious under my skin, and I knew they had to have a higher thread count than anything I’d slept on before. Knox lay next to me, while Emmett crawled onto the bed after us. His hands skimmed my skin up and down over and over again, until every inch of my arms and legs and belly were sensitized to his touch. They made me feel more than just alive, more than someone who was trying to find their destiny. Emmett and Knox made me feel loved and cared for, as if I were meant to be theirs. My back arched against Knox, and I could feel his readiness behind me.
“Don’t scare us like that again, angel. We need you,” Knox whispered as he nibbled on my ear.
The words melted my heart, and I turned into mush, thankfully not literally, but all I wanted was to show them how much they meant to me. I had to move carefully because my body still felt tender, but I scooched away from Knox so I was positioned between them. My right hand found Emmett while my face tilted up and Knox bent down to meet it. They were both so gentle and tender with me that I was surprised.
While Knox’s lips pressed to my own and his tongue swirled in my mouth, I could feel Emmett’s hand glide over my body. His lips followed shortly thereafter. Knox might have had my mouth, but Emmett had everything else. His lips and tongue caressed the line of my neck from my ear down to my collarbone, making my hips move in anticipation. He kissed a line down to my breasts and began licking and sucking my nipples until they were hard peaks in his mouth.
Knox’s hand slid down my belly, softly moving over my skin until he was cupping my sex. I spread my legs for him, and the two of them growled in pleasure, which made me even wetter than I already was for them. His fingers parted my folds a fraction at a time until I wanted to take his hand and move it to where I needed his touch.
My opening was already slick with my need for them, and as Knox pulled away from my mouth, his fingers slid inside me. I gasped at the welcome intrusion and had to grip the sheets to resist the urge to grind my hips against his hand.
Emmett was right there, though, picking up where Knox had left off. His mouth claimed my own with a ferocity of need that made my hips buck into Knox’s hand. My body was wound tighter than ever as Emmett’s tongue plundered my mouth while his hands worked my breasts, making my nipples rock-hard nubs as Knox slid further and further down the bed.
When I felt Knox’s lips on my thigh, I shivered in delight. Emmett and I broke apart for a moment to catch our breaths, and I looked down my body to find Knox settled between my legs, his golden-brown skin warm against my own both in color and temperature. As though he could sense me watching, his eyes darted up and locked with mine, the red and gold flecks in his brown orbs glowing with desire.
He pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them straight into his mouth. A blush flew over my body. I’d never seen anyone do anything like that before, at least not with me, and it was so erotic that I wanted to grab him and kiss him while he thrust into me. Those weren’t his plans, though. Once he had thoroughly cleaned his fingers, his hands slid under my butt and lifted my hips toward his mouth as if I were a buffet.
My head lolled back on the bed when his tongue connected with my pussy. He licked a firm stroke from my opening to my clit before swirling and sucking on my bud of pleasure. Even though he was holding me in the air while he devoured me, I couldn’t help but roll my hips and urge him on.
Emmett’s hands squeezed and massaged my breasts while Knox’s tongue worked me over. Soon, uncontrollable noises were coming from me, and Emmett’s mouth closed over mine as though he wanted to take the sounds from me. His teeth nipped at my lower lip, and one of his hands left my breasts to tangle in my hair, pulling so my face angled upward to his own. The sensation sent a spark of energy through me as he walked the line of pleasure and pain.
Knox’s fingers entered me once more while I just clung to both of them for dear life. The thrusting of his fingers and swirling of his tongue combined with the pinch of my nipples and tug on my hair from Emmett had my body overwhelmed with sensations. I felt my body clench and the sensation of an orgasm building within me.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed again and again as my body took on a life of its own, writhing against their hands and mouths, urging them onward as I chased after a sensation that had been all too fleeting in my life up until this point. It was almost as if the sensations were too much and my body didn’t know what to do with them, but instead of short-circuiting, I knew if we kept going, an orgasm would be my reward.
After my breathless pleas, their hands and tongues were working overtime as Emmett’s mouth returned to one breast while one hand still gripped my hair and the other hand worked my other breast. Knox’s fingers began doing a curling motion within me, and every once in a while, I would get an extra jolt of pleasure. Part of my brain tried to make a mental note to explore that later, but I had no idea if while I was drowning in a sea of pleasure, I would actually remember.
The movements of Knox’s tongue grew more rapid, and when he sucked on my clit, his teeth gently ran over it as he released me. It was enough to have me hovering on the edge of my orgasm. When he repeated the motion, it pushed me over and my whole world broke apart. I could see their flames so clearly in that moment of bliss. Purple and red burning brightly, burning for me, for us, as we strengthened our bonds with one another.
As I came back to myself, I felt as if I were made of jelly. All my life, orgasms had been almost impossible to achieve. Now I had two expert lovers who seemed to possess magic fingers and tongues, not to mention their cocks. My body wasn’t used to this level of pleasure, and I could testify that the few orgasms I had given myself were not even close in terms of pleasure and power to the ones Knox and Emmett had given me.
Their hands still roamed over my body, and my muscles still trembled under their touch. I looked inside myself at the flame and past the purple and red of my current lovers, briefly touching the blue and green of Hunter and Nolan. If I read it right, then Hunter was passed out, but Nolan was awake and had sensed my pleasure flowing through our tentative new bond.
Before I could explore any further, my thoughts were brought back to my present situation. Emmett and Knox were curled around me, waiting for me to be ready for more. I shook off the last vestiges of my post-orgasmic haze and opened my eyes. Theirs were both glowing red, and the sight of it made my heart warm. Knowing that I had brought that out in them made me feel even more connected to them than I had before.
I shoved Emmett’s shoulder and rolled him onto his back before straddling him and sinking down on top of his cock. The blunt head slid between my folds and sheathed itself within me, leaving me feeling satisfyingly full. As I began to move, Emmett’s eyes shut and his head rolled back onto the bed while his hands gripped my thighs.
Knox sat up next to me, and his mouth and hands began playing with my nipples. The tender flesh was almost too sensitive for his touch, but after a moment, the sensation just built a whole new fire within me. I stopped my vertical motion so I could enjoy Knox’s attentions even more and began rocking my hips backward and forward, occasionally swiveling them and making a figure eight. Whenever I did that, Emmett would gasp and his fingers would dig into my thighs, so I started doing it even more.
“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
“Maybe I want you to,” I purred before a gasp escaped me as Knox pinched one of my nipples.
“Come for our queen, Em,” Knox growled with a devious grin.
I smiled as I continued to torture Emmett with pleasure while Knox did the same to me. The swiveling motion was fun once I got into a rhythm, and it didn’t hurt that Emmett was groaning and tensing every muscle in his body as he tried to resist my talents. I kept moving, and I motioned for Knox to move behind me so I could reach the rest of Emmett’s body.
He grinne
d, and I felt his cock push against me a second later as he rested it between my butt cheeks. His hands reached around and grabbed my breasts, kneading and massaging them until my whole body was humming with pleasure and the moans escaping me were becoming more demanding.
I reached my hands down to Emmett’s chest, and as I kept twirling my hips back and forth, he snapped his eyes open and looked at me, taking in Knox behind me, kissing and biting on my neck while his hands claimed my breasts, all in one glance. My fingertips brushed against his nipples, and his whole body jerked, making me gasp as he buried himself even deeper within me. When I did it again, his fingers gripped my hips so hard, I had no choice but to stay still, and as he thrust up into me, I felt him swell even bigger before his pleasure overrode any control he had over his motions.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he tried to meld his hips with my own.
I leaned back against Knox and let him tease and tantalize my body with his hands and tongue, and I felt the promise of his big cock waiting for me on my ass.
Emmett gently withdrew a few moments later, and Knox didn’t waste any time. I had expected him to move me or to put me on top of him, but instead, he just bent me over Emmett, who grinned up at me like a kid on Christmas morning.
I felt Knox’s thick cock nudge at my opening, and I knew we were about to have sex on top of Emmett, who didn’t seem to mind one bit. It made me wonder if they had shared women in the past.
As he slid inside, I let my head fall forward, resting on Emmett’s chest, while I groaned at the sensation. He filled me to the brim, and I loved it. Knox began to move then, holding my hips in place with his hands and powerfully thrusting into me. Emmett, who I had thought would be too tired after his orgasm, surprised me by scooting down the bed slightly and taking my nipples into his mouth, one after the other.
I wanted to cry out, to scream their names to the world, but I also didn’t want to ruin the perfect feeling of the two of them pleasuring me at the same time. After a few moments, Emmett slid back up and placed both hands on my shoulders, helping Knox hold me in place while he slammed into me. I had never felt as complete as I did in that moment.
Emmett’s mouth found my own, and he seemed to absorb some of my cries of pleasure. One of Knox’s hands dipped between my hips and Emmett’s, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves. I hadn’t expected to be able to stand his touch, but as Emmett stroked the skin on my shoulders and kissed me senseless, I felt another orgasm building within me. I didn’t even have a chance to prepare myself before the pleasure pulsed through me, snatching my breath and making my body buck against them both.
I was still coasting the waves of my own orgasm when I heard Knox cry out, calling my name like a prayer as he thrust into me one last time. I felt him pulse inside me, spilling his come, and my body responded in kind, clenching around his cock, urging even more out of him. I collapsed on top of Emmett, who was practically humming with satisfaction, and Knox could barely keep himself upright. I was a Poppy sandwich, and the thought made me want to giggle. I swallowed it down in case they both thought I was crazy. I was probably just giddy with bliss since I had had more orgasms in the last few days than I had in the last year.
A moment later, Knox rolled off me and off the bed, which surprised me. When he returned with a warm washcloth, I was touched by his thoughtfulness. No one had ever taken such good care of me after sex. He peeled me off Emmett, and after returning the washcloth to the bathroom, the three of us curled up together, with me in the middle surrounded by walls of sinfully sexy hellhounds. I couldn’t have been happier.
Chapter Twenty
Poppy
When I woke the next morning, I still felt as if I'd been hit by something, but it was more along the lines of a semi-truck instead of an airplane. Knox and Emmett had been so gentle and loving with me the night before that I had fallen asleep as soon as they were done making love to me, and there was no doubt in my mind that was what they had been doing.
The paint had left a faint mark on my skin, but it was fading quickly enough thanks to my newfound almost-hellhound-level healing abilities. It was as if my body were absorbing the whole thing. Once I was dressed, I checked my phone and found a plethora of messages from Rox, each one more frantic than the last. I shot her a quick message saying I'd be by the apartment later and asking when she was going to be home, before heading out to the kitchen.
I was alone for a while, foraging for food, but as soon as I sat down and started eating, Knox and Emmett appeared from somewhere. They were both sweaty and in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. As soon as I was able to get a full look at both of them, I almost choked on my breakfast. They really were the sexiest men I'd ever seen in my life. It didn't help that they were both grinning at me as if they knew exactly what I was thinking, either.
After taking a few deep breaths to recover from my coughing fit, I cleared my throat and said, “Can someone take me to my apartment today? Rox is kind of freaking out, and I need to reassure her that I'm fine.”
“We'll take you,” Knox said.
“You don't both have to come.”
“Yeah, but we like to,” Emmett said, waggling his eyebrows at his bad pun.
“You're terrible,” I said with a smile before adding, “Maybe we should invite Hunter and Nolan, then?”
“Hunt is showing Nolan the Underworld and the gates, getting him up to speed, so to speak,” Knox chimed in.
“Oh.” I paused, wondering if I really wanted to ask the next question. “When do I get to see the Underworld for myself?”
“Once you have your judges. Then when we go down, we can all protect you and you can assume the throne safely,” Emmett said.
I nodded, understanding the reasoning. My curiosity was killing me, so I asked, “Will you tell me about it?”
“It's a hard place to describe. I'd rather show you when we are ready,” Emmett said while Knox nodded along.
I pouted, and I could feel them wanting to give in, but before they could, Knox said, “I'm gonna shower and get ready to go.”
“Me, too,” Emmett added.
Then I was alone once more with my breakfast. I quickly finished and went to get ready. Less than an hour later, we were heading back into the city. My nerves fluttered all through my belly as the memory of the crash surfaced once again before I shoved it back down. I couldn't be afraid of being in a car. It just wasn't feasible, especially if we had to find the judges. The pull in my gut that had been there since I’d bonded with Nolan was getting stronger, telling me I needed to go, that I needed to find whatever this was and tackle it. It was what I imagined migrating birds must feel like. There was just the urge to leave and the trip they knew they had to take.
When we pulled up to the apartment, I suddenly felt shy. How was I going to introduce Knox and Emmett to Rox? The idea of calling them both my boyfriend felt weird, especially when I knew if I did that, I would have to explain the whole situation, because she wouldn't leave it alone until she had the truth.
“How would you feel about one of you staying in the car?” I asked, already knowing their answer.
“Nope. Sorry, angel.” Knox shook his head.
All I got was a look from Emmett, which told me exactly what he thought of the idea. We all got out of the car and headed inside while I racked my brain, trying to come up with something that sounded reasonable for why I had two male models with me.
“Rox?” I called as I opened the door. “I'm home, and I brought guests. Male ones.”
I heard a squeal from the other room, and my best friend came barreling around the corner before running into me at full tilt. Her stunning dark-brown eyes were filled with joy at seeing me, but as soon as she noticed Knox and Emmett, they widened. Her delicate eyebrows hiked almost halfway up to her hairline, while her normally straight, silky dark hair was pulled up into a messy bun. The eyeliner and mascara she had on let me know that she was either going out or had been out last night and not washed her face. She had gone t
hrough a phase in college where she did elaborate makeup and dreamed of becoming a professional makeup artist, but now she stuck to the basics.
“Who are they?” she whispered with a giggle.
“These are . . . Knox and Emmett.”
“Nice to meet you . . .” Knox said, trailing off, and I realized that I hadn't introduced her.
“This is Roxanne, my best friend.”
“Nice to meet you, Roxanne,” Emmett said, dipping his head a little.
I smiled, shaking my head.
Rox looped her arm through mine and dragged me into the living room. Once there was enough distance between us and the guys, she hissed, “Seriously, who are they? And do I get to keep one?”
An unexpected pang of jealousy spun through me at the thought of her being with one of them, not that it was going to happen, of course. “Ummm . . .” I took a deep breath and decided just to be honest. “They're my boyfriends.”
“Boyfriends, plural?” Her brown eyes couldn't have been any wider at my statement.
“It's hard to explain.” I could feel my cheeks flaming red.
“I've got time, and it doesn't look as if they are going anywhere,” she said as she winked at me. “So spill.”
“It's a lot to do with my family and this stuff I didn't know about,” I said as I tried to explain what I couldn't say. “But basically, we kind of met up and haven't been apart since.”
