Page 54 of Bound By Obsession

“Wyatt just dry humped her against my back.”

“What the hell?!” I instantly push against his chest and shoot upright. No, that can’t…there’s no way…Oh god. “You were awake the entire time, and you didn’t say anything?!” Axel pushes himself upright too, leaning against the headboard with a boyish smirk.

“It beat the nightmare I was having,” he shrugs. “And if I gave any signal that I was awake, he would have run off. You’re welcome.” My mouth drops open. That was Axeldoing me a favor? I throw my face into my hands, finally catching up with what just happened. Wyatt was here, using me as a human sex doll. His kisses still linger against my neck, the heated press of his hand on my breast. The twisted reality of it only makes it that much more erotic, even if I’m convinced I can never look him in the eye again.

Curling his hands around my shoulders, Garrett encourages me to lean back against Axel’s chest. I don’t have the energy to resist. I’m too embarrassed that I was so easy, even though something didn’t feel quite right and I allowed it to happen anyway. Plain and simple - I’m a slut. That’s my destiny now.Once I’m reclined, Axel strokes my hair while Garrett’s attention drifts lower.

“Let’s put this where it belongs.” He widens my thighs, his fingers sliding through Wyatt’s cum until he reaches my most sensitive area. I tense on instinct, attempting to clamp my thighs shut but Garrett is already positioned in between my knees.

“Relax, Peach. I know you’re sore, but this has to happen.”

“Why?!” I half-screech, my brows knitted together.

“Knowing all of our cum is inside of you sends me feral.” For the second time, my mouth drops open and I’m speechless. I don’t know how much more of these blurred lines I can take, and I one hundred percent blame Garrett. He’s spent months filling my head with these fantasies, switching up normalized dynamics that I don’t even question it anymore. Anyone else want to slide into my bed and come on me? I’m fair game to the Shadowed Souls, no exception.

Axel’s chest vibrates beneath me. “Technically, Dax didn’t cum inside her.” Garrett’s expression falls. There’s an instant gut-punching moment where I’m sure he’s going to hunt poor Dax down and milk him just for this occasion. This warped bonding initiation he’s conjured up. But then, his easy going nature returns and he rolls his eyes.

“He came inside her throat. Don’t challenge me on logistics right now.”

Without any argument, Garrett holds my gaze as he uses one hand to spread me open and the other to push two cum covered fingers inside of my pussy. I wince at the contact but he doesn’t stop, scooping up the next bit and tenderly pushing it into me. The more he does it, the more the pain subsides, opening the gateway for pleasure to crash through. Scratch being a slut, I’m a full-on cum bucket now. Garrett’s fingers work their way inside of me, curling, twisting and pulling back in a rhythm I’m soon lost to.

Throwing my head back against Axel, I twist my head so he can kiss me. Just like our love making earlier, his lips are full of reverence and passion. Garrett scoops the last of the cum from my thighs with a satisfied grunt.

“That’s the last of it,” he says, pushing those long fingers back into me. On his withdrawal, my own hand lashes out to grab his wrist, holding him in place. Axel’s tongue dips into my mouth, my nerve endings alive as I start to work Garrett’s wrist back and forth, fucking myself with his fingers. I shouldn’t have anything left after last night, but with Wyatt at the forefront of my mind, I manage to quickly draw myself towards another climax.

Especially when Axel’s mouth lowers to the spot behind my ear that Wyatt kissed and he whispers, “Such a good fucking girl.”

Suffice to say, I skipped my run this morning. The soreness between my legs has somewhat eased after an hour in the bath with Dax, given that he’s gentleman enough to not trick me into another round of sex like Garrett tried to this morning. Axel drank his coffee by the window and watched a physical fight break out on the bed, my fists flying as Garrett pinned me down. Luckily, Dax came to my rescue, announcing a bath was ready and we’ve been lounging in the huge, jacuzzi tub ever since.

The warm water laps gently as Dax shifts behind me, his chest a solid, comforting weight against my back. Beneath the layer of bubbles, his arms are draped lazily around my waist, fingers tracing soft patterns across my stomach, his touch soothing rather than teasing. There’s no urgency, no hunger simmering beneath the surface. Just peace.

I tilt my head to the side, resting it against his shoulder, and he presses a soft kiss to my temple. “Feeling better?” he murmurs, his voice low and familiar, a sound that always makes my heart flutter.

“Much better,” I sigh, sinking deeper into his embrace, wrapped in a languid contentment I haven’t felt in days. “You have no idea how grateful I am.”

“For the bath?” he tilts a brow. I smile.

“For you.” Dax’s blue eyes crackle with love, his chest swelling beneath me. Moments like this, the calm between the storms, remind me how lucky I am that Dax will always be in my corner. Stoically waiting on the sidelines to pick me up when I fall and dust me off. He’s my go-to for comfort, the man who is holding onto my heart and keeping it safe until I’m ready to cross the next barrier. To cut it into pieces and offer it out to the rest of the men in this house.

Mistaking my silence for tiredness, his hand slides up to brush a wet strand of hair behind my ear. His lips graze my shoulder. “After last night, you deserve a break.” I nod in agreement. It’s not often all of the guys get involved with me in the same evening, and when they do, it’s intense. If only Dax knew about my late night visitor.

We fall into a comfortable state, the soft splashing of water and the faint hum of the world outside the only sounds filling the room. We’re facing a huge bay window that overlooks the ocean. Our last day in paradise, which I decided about twenty minutes ago.

I didn’t expect anything of this festive season, having no home to go to and a stalker chasing me around the country, so the break we’ve had has been incredible. I was gifted a real Christmas, and I finally got some answers. But we can’t hide from the world forever. We can’t put our lives on hold, allowingthem to be dictated by others. We’re going out on a high before something goes wrong and ruins the peace we’ve found here.

I glance over to see Huxley leaning against the doorframe, his torso bare and accentuated by the crossing of his arms. He catches my gaze and a slow, knowing smile curves his lips.

“You two look cozy,” he remarks, his tone teasing, but there’s warmth behind his brown eyes.

“Join us,” Dax suggests, his voice lazy and inviting. My own brows hit my hairline and I look up at Dax’s open expression. He chuckles against my back. “I’m taking a leaf out of Garrett’s book. There’s no use in us fighting each other for your attention when we can just share it.”

“Yeah, I get that,” I lick my lips, searching his face for any reservations, “but…naked?” Both of them laugh at me now, Huxley stripping out of his pajama pants. My eyes immediately drop to his cock, impressively thick and swaying.

“I find it adorable how you can ride me in front of four people but you’re shy about sharing a bath.”

My pulse quickens at the sight of his lean, muscled body walking toward us. In the mirror, I catch a glimpse of the kneeling angel tattooed across his back, her huge feathered wings shifting in time with his movements. He’s filled out more than before, his shoulders wide and filled with the quiet confidence he carries. It’s the swagger that gets me more than the shape or size of his body, and the way he devours me with his eyes that has my heart beating a little faster.

Dax shifts, making space for Huxley in the tub as he steps in, the bubbles rippling as he lowers himself across from us. His leg brushes mine under the water, a casual touch that still manages to send a thrill through me. He reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together, and tugs me gently until I’m leaning toward him.

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