by K. A Knight
I tilt my head to the side in confusion and amusement as I watch him, and Blain walks over to join me, frowning.
“Harpy, I think you broke him,” he remarks dryly.
Jesse just rolls his eyes and carries on before jumping up and pointing to the marks he made on the ground. There is now a Jesse shaped indent in the snow, and where he had moved his arms, is the impression of wings.
“A snow angel,” I say with a smile.
Jesse then begins the process of trying to convince the others to try making snow angels with him, which is not easy when it comes to Blain, but even Alcide joins in, although he complains that he is going to ruin his clothes.
I have an idea. I wonder if I can manage to grow wings again like I did when I fell, so I can create a real snow angel. Closing my eyes, I dig around for my powers. It’s harder this time, my body fighting against the change I am asking of it. My powers are supposed to be protective, but I push on regardless, feeling the strength drain from me in the process. I can feel a heavy weight start to form between my shoulder blades, just as Jesse walks over and takes my hand, his cold from his power. Something ‘zips’ within me as the change settles over me. I open my eyes and see the guys looking at me with wide eyes.
“Show off,” Blain mutters from beside his half-hearted attempt at a snow angel.
I look around at the stunned, happy faces around me, taking in their eyes, which are on me, and glance over my shoulder to see what they are staring at. I am met with the glistening icy wings that have formed between my shoulder blades, mirroring the snowy scene around us. Well, that’s new.
Chapter Ten
After playing in the snow for a while, we all start to feel the drop in temperature and hurry back inside. It’s not until we are all clustered in my tent that I realise I can’t feel my fingers or toes. The change might protect me, but I spent a long time out there as just me, so I guess my normal body doesn’t react to the cold like my changed one.
We are all shivering and trying to fumble out of our wet cold clothes, but even with red cheeks and our breath puffing from our mouths, we can’t hide the massive smiles and happiness running through our bodies. Alcide’s face contorts when a stagehand knocks on the tent door, the only people who do, and slips inside.
“Sorry, Alcide, but we have an issue,” the hand says, as he twists his hands nervously in front of him.
Alcide’s face drops before wiping clean and going back into ringmaster mode.
“Of course. I will meet you at the big top,” he orders, and even his back straightens. The man nods and scurries out of the tent. Alcide turns to us and throws me a regretful look before running his eyes to Nixon.
“I have a feeling it might be because of the snow, I might need your help to clear.” Nixon nods and throws me a small smile before slipping out of the tent. Alcide goes to leave, before stopping with the tent flap half open. I hear him mutter something to himself before he spins and strides back to me. I stand, helpless, and caught in his determined gaze, as he comes towards me. He doesn’t stop but grabs my still wet hair and tugs me to him. I have to catch myself on his chest with a gasp. He swoops down and seals our lips together in a soul-churning kiss. It’s dominant and rough, just like the man himself, but it has my thighs clenching and my pussy throbbing. It’s also filled with regret and guilt. He bites my bottom lip before pulling away with a fire burning in his eyes. Without another word, he steps away and exits the tent, leaving me watching after him with desire burning through me and a bewildered look on my face.
A throat clears, and I have to blink to pull myself out of my daze. Cheeks heating, I turn to a smirking Blain, a blushing Rex, and a smiling Jesse.
“Looks like they left us all alone. I wonder what trouble we could get up to?” Jesse says with a wink, obviously joking, but the idea of us four getting up to trouble, coupled with Alcide’s kiss, has dirty thoughts running through my head. I have to bite my lip to stop from saying anything, but Blain zeros in on it and a knowing look comes into his eyes. Asshole is going to say something, I just know it.
“Looks like Harpy has something already in mind. Maybe something to do with why her lip is getting tugged on and her nipples are so hard. Hint, I don’t think it’s because of the weather.” He looks at Jesse and Rex as comprehension lights up Rex’s face. He turns beet red, but his eyes light up with lust and drop to my chest, my nipples poking through my shirt for all to see.
“Blain,” Jesse warns, rolling his eyes like the idea is ludicrous. Which it is, but aren’t they all my men? Why shouldn’t I want them? But the idea of having all three of them together is driving me crazy, and now that the idea is planted, I can’t seem to get it out of my mind. I have been with them separately, and it was amazing, they each blew my mind and were so different. Blain was so sure, and in control, the power was downright addicting. Rex was sweet but sexy all at the same time. Jesse, well, Jesse was Jesse. Sexy, addicting and so fucking good it almost hurt. So, all of them together… I decide to pull on my big girl pants and take a leaf out of Blain’s playbook.
“What, that I was imaging what it would be like to fuck you all at the same time?” I cock out my hip and put my hands on them, pushing out my chest, and trying to act confident, even as my cheeks heat from the words.
I watch as all of their mouths drop. Deciding to use their speechlessness for once, I gather my courage. If I want this to happen, it’s clear I will need to make the first move. Since I have to get undressed anyway, what better way to show them how much I need them, how much I want them?
Bringing my still cold hands to my shirt, I tug on the neck until I can pull it over my head. Standing in just my bra and panties, I slick back my hair, trying to get the tangled, wet mess out of my face so I don’t look like a complete moron while trying to seduce three of the hottest men ever. Blain smirks at me and crosses his arms.
“Keep going then, Harpy. You have our attention.”
I smile and look towards the other two before I lose my nerve. Rex looks hot and bothered, but also a little nervous. Jesse’s eyes are locked on my chest with a need that doesn’t even shock me anymore, but I can feel the hesitation from him too.
Before I decide to chicken out, I hook my fingers in my panties and shimmy them over my hips. I hold my breath as they drop to the floor and puddle at my feet. I step out of them and, still trying not to panic, quickly unhook my bra and let it fall down my arms, with one hand holding it to my chest.
“Drop it, Harpy,” Blain orders, that sexy as hell domineering light entering his eyes.
I do as I am told for once. When it drops to the floor, I hear a groan and meet Jesse’s eyes. “Rhea…” He trails off, like he is lost for words. His face is telling me all the things he can’t say, like how fucking sexy he finds me.
My eyes flutter to Rex, and when he feels me looking he meets my gaze, knowing if he backs out now so will Jesse.
“Fuck,” he grunts, which makes me giggle.
“Shit, Firecracker, do that again. Your tits looked amazing,” Jesse pants.
“Your turn,” I demand, needing to see them.
“Eyes on me, Harpy,” Blain says with a cheeky wink. I roll my eyes, but my gaze is drawn to him anyway when he grips the bottom of his wet shirt and slowly pulls it over his head. Torturing me as more and more damp, chiselled skin is revealed, until finally he is only wearing jeans. He does the same with them, pulling them down slowly to make sure I am watching. I almost groan when his long, thick, hard cock springs free, no underwear blocking my view.
His hand quickly wraps around it and gives it some languid strokes until I am panting and wanting his hands on me, and his cock buried deep. My pussy clenches, obviously remembering how good it felt.
“Shit, we really doing this?” Jesse asks, interrupting Blain and me.
“Get naked, or get out,” Blain orders, obviously trying to run the show like always, but that’s not how it is going to be.
I make my way to Jesse with an extra
sway in my steps, until my breasts push up against his chest.
“I won’t ask you to stay, it is up to you. I would never force anyone, but I won’t lie either. I want you, I always want you. The idea of you three sharing me…” I shiver and lick my lips.
“Fuck, Firecracker, that’s all you had to say,” he groans, his eyes running down my body, his decision clear.
I step back as he quickly shucks his shirt and jeans, no teasing or dramatics like Blain. Blowing out a breath, I turn to Rex where he hesitates in the middle, his eyes running around everywhere, clearly not knowing where to look.
“Rex?” I murmur as I step up to him.
His jaw clenches but he doesn’t look at me. “I don’t know. Logically, I know that the others…have had you as well. But seeing it and knowing it are two different things,” he grits out. My deep, sensitive man is struggling with jealousy and need. I can see them battling in his eyes, and knowing I am hurting him, I start to feel silly.
How did I think this would work, of course it’s not fair to ask this of them.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my shoulders slumping.
“Wildcat—” Rex starts, his voice tight and filled with pain. We are just hurting each other and it’s horrible.
“Fucking idiot,” Blain mutters, making Rex’s head snap to him as his fingers clench by his sides. Starting to regret my choice, I wrap my arms protectively around myself.
“What?” Rex snarls.
“You heard me. I love you, brother, I do, but you are being a fucking idiot. You have your girl naked before you asking you to trust her and to what? Fuck her while your brothers do? What’s the problem? It’s not like it’s a fling, we are all crazy about her and know this is real. It wouldn’t work with anyone else, but it’s Rhea. For fuck’s sake, you love us, don’t you?” Blain asks, throwing his hands in the air.
Rex nods, his hands unclenching.
“Okay. You love her, don’t you?” Blain presses, his voice softer now.
My chest freezes and I can’t seem to look away. Rex hesitates and panic claws at me. He must silently tell Blain something with his look because Blain smirks.
“That’s what I thought, so what is the issue? Seeing it and knowing it won’t make a difference, you knew what it meant when you agreed to be part of this relationship. You’re just being a fucking idiot and now you have managed to hurt our girl and shatter her confidence, something she was only just starting to get back.”
They all look at me, and without meaning to, I drop my eyes before I can think about what I am doing. All the attention, all the anger and pain, is making me go back to my old ways. Even I hate it, and I can feel the disgust Blain has as he swears, his anger permeating the air.
“Look at me right now, Harpy,” he snarls, his voice deadly and not allowing me to do anything but what he wants. I raise my eyes to his and let him see everything.
“You know better. No matter what, you never, ever, drop those gorgeous fucking eyes again. You own us heart, body, and soul, and yes, we are going to fucking fight and not get along sometimes, but don’t you ever feel like it’s your fault. Every time I see you do it, I am going to tan your arse so hard, you won’t be able to sit down. Understood, Harpy?”
I find myself nodding, not able to do anything else, and he steps forward into my personal space. “I didn’t fucking hear you. I said, understood?”
“Yes,” I grit out, starting to get angry now.
“Good, now go and bend over that bed like a good girl.”
“What?” I squeal in surprise.
“I told you what would happen if you dropped your eyes, now go.” His eyes dare me to fight him on this, in fact, I bet the sick bastard would like it...but why does the idea thrill me so much? I should hate him ordering me around after being a slave, but I know if I really wanted to, I could say no. He wouldn’t make me, and he would respect my decision. I just don’t want to say no, but I feel like I need to challenge him.
“No,” I say, my chest already heaving from the look in his eyes.
“I was hoping you would say that.” He grins. He doesn’t allow me time to start questioning anything again, instead, he moves faster than I have ever seen and throws me across the room until I bounce on the bed, gasping from surprise. He is on me before I can jump up, flipping me over and pinning my hands to the bottom of my back until my ass is in the air and I can’t move.
“Blain!” I shout, wriggling, even though I don’t want to get away.
“Shut up, Harpy, or do I need to gag you?”
I snap my lips shut instantly, knowing he means it too.
“Blain…” Jesse starts, just as a smack lands on my ass, making me yelp and jump. It was more the surprise than anything, but when he rubs his hand over the same place, I groan before I can help myself, the pain and pleasure mixing like it does when I am with him.
“She loves it.” I can hear the triumphant grin in Blain’s voice, and I instantly start to struggle again. He lands two quick slaps to my ass and then rubs the sting away. He does it again and again, the only sound in the room are his smacks and my heavy breathing and moaning, until I am thrusting my ass back, begging him for more.
I feel the bed move as Jesse joins me and scoots until his back is to the headboard, his legs crossed before me, with a curious look on his face as he takes us in.
Blain leans into me, rubbing his dick on me as his breath puffs against my ear. “Good girl, now why don’t you go show Jesse how happy you are that I spanked you.”
I instantly want to fight him, but Jesse’s hard cock is still out, and I can’t help but lick my lips. I watch as he gulps, his eyes locked on me, and an evil thought comes into my head. I loved tasting him before, and I need to again. I want him to be as wild as I am.
Blain lets go of my arms and they drop to my side, pins and needles running through them. Ignoring it, I crawl towards Jesse until I am hovering over his cock, my red ass still in the air, not that I care anymore.
“Fuck, Rhea, I—” I don’t give him time to finish before I wrap my lips around his cock and suck. He yells and jerks his hips up as I pop his wet cock from my mouth. Keeping my eyes on his, I blow over the head and he groans, his hand reaching out and anchoring in my hair.
“Firecracker, please,” he pleads, watching me desperately. I decide to stop playing with him.
I wrap my lips around him again, wrapping my hand around the base of him to hold him still for me. I hollow out my cheeks and suck him as far down as I can. It took a few tries, which Jesse was happy to oblige, before I could master not gagging when his cock hits the back of my throat.
He groans long and loud, that sexy as hell sound I love hearing, before starting to thrust shallowly. I hear movement behind me, but I don’t take my attention away from Jesse. I start to hum, something I discovered by accident, which drives him wild.
A cold hand lands on my ass and starts to travel upwards, the icy fingers running along my body, making me shiver with pleasure. It travels up my spine and around my side to my stomach, before dropping to where I need it the most. Whoever it is doesn’t hesitate before plunging his fingers into my waiting, slick pussy.
“Fuck, you’re soaking, Harpy,” Blain says as his fingers thrust in and out of me, making me clench around him. I am so close to falling apart already, it’s embarrassing really. Not wanting to take my mouth from Jesse, I push back onto him, and he quickly pulls his fingers out. I almost scream as he flicks my bud and spanks me at the same time, my eyes roll back in my head, and I couldn’t even say what noise comes out of me.
He rubs around my nub before plunging back into me, his tempo speeding up until he curls his fingers inside and I come apart, screaming around Jesse’s cock. I pull my mouth away, making Jesse moan as I relearn how to breathe, my cheek resting on his quivering thigh.
Blain pulls his fingers out of my still clenching pussy. Panting, I wait to see what he will do next. I freeze when his fingers part my ass cheeks, and he spreads my wet
ness around the hole.
“Blain,” I warn.
“Shh,” he hushes, before spanking me again.
He starts to circle around it, my body frozen in shock. He doesn’t let me move, even as he pulls away.
“Blain…” I start, only to end in a scream as he slams into my pussy, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way. Gripping my hip with one hand, he starts to move, pushing me forward onto Jesse’s cock. Needing to do something, I wrap my lips around it again.
We start to find a rhythm, Blain pummelling into me and pushing me down onto Jesse’s waiting cock. My worries about Rex fly out the window as Jesse’s thrusts start to falter and he just hammers into my mouth. When Blain’s finger circles my other hole again, I don’t even fight him, he slips the tip in, stretching me. It’s painful at first, but when he smashes into my pussy, I forget about it. It’s a dirty, sexy, and fucking amazing feeling with him filling me like this, and when he smashes me forward again, he adds another finger at the same time. I swallow down Jesse’s cock farther than ever before, making him come with a scream, as warm cum lashes my throat until I have no choice but to swallow.
When he’s spent and lies back, I pull away and use his stomach as a cushion. I look into his half-lidded, satisfied eyes, and Blain decides to remind me he is there by pulling out.
I turn over so I can see him and the sight is fucking amazing. His cock is wet from me, and so hard it must hurt, his face is locked in lust, and he watches me like he wants to consume me. His tattoos stand out against his pale skin and his usually perfect hair is mussed. I love seeing him like this, and still half lying on Jesse, I drop my thighs open.
He doesn’t wait before diving back in, this time with his mouth, not his cock. I arch into him, grabbing onto his hair as he devours my pussy.
“You taste so fucking amazing, I can’t get enough,” he groans, before sucking on my nub.
I need something more, and I run my hands up to my neglected chest and start tweaking my nipples. Closing my eyes, I imagine my fingers are Rex’s as I ride Blain’s face. When a hand closes on top of mine, my eyes snap open to see a determined and naked Rex towering above me.
