Page 18 of Tarnished Embers

He strips the rest of my clothes with a reverence that no one has ever shown me before. My sexual encounters before were often hurried, a desperate need to explore, and I’ve never truly taken the time to learn my partner’s body like I’m desperate to study every inch of his and his brothers. He treats me like I’m something to be cherished, something to be worshipped and adored. I’m not sure anyone else has ever shown me such devotion and attention in this way, and my skin flushes from the way each touch is like a prayer, an act of devotion and reverence.

Then he does the same, taking off his clothes and leaving me incapable of coherent thought. Like the twins, his body is muscular, but he’s a little more stacked than they are. His body is covered in beautiful works of art, one image flowing into another, all black and devastating in their beauty. My eyes spot crosses, heavenly light, a beautiful Madonna mixed in with flowers, and death head moths, and two bars shining in his nipples. He’s pushing down his jeans before I can study all these images properly, and when he straightens, my eyes go straight to his thick cock, standing hard and proud with that glint on the end.

He just smirks, taking my hand and pulling me into the shower after him. I let out a groan and close my eyes, the water the perfect temperature when it falls over my aching muscles. A sharp gasp falls from my lips when his large hands glide over my breasts, and I open my lids to find Cas washing me, his hands covered in the suds of my favourite lavender and rosemary shower gel.

He keeps everything PG, which doesn’t stop my clit from pulsing, and by the small half-smile he’s giving me as his eyes follow the path his hands take, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Well, two can play that game, arsehole.

I grab the shower gel, squirting a large dollop onto my palm, and then rub my hands together, creating hundreds of sudsy bubbles. He drops his arms to his sides in simple invitation, daring me to do my best.

Giving him a teasing smile, I sweep my palms over his rock-hard pecs, toying with his nipples ever so slightly and tugging on the bars, eliciting a deep moan from him. His hands come up to grip my waist, his fingers digging in.

“Cinders,” he growls as my hands travel lower, tracing the line of each muscle and the V that leads to what I’m really after. Unlike Cas, I decide that the time for teasing is over, and having decided to take what I want, to live my life to the fullest, I grasp his dick in one hand, my fingertips barely brushing around his wide girth. “Fuck!” he rasps, and I’m inclined to agree.

He feels like velvet steel in my palm, and I slowly pump his shaft up and down, my thumb toying with the piercing in the tip, a desperate need making my vision waver.

“You said that you’d give me whatever I want, whatever I need,” I remind him, my voice low and husky as I continue to work my fist over his length. “I want you, Cas. I want this,”—I squeeze my hand and he hisses a breath—“and I want you inside me right fucking now.”

“Prince will fucking kill me,” he groans, but he hoists me in his arms anyways with his hands under my thighs, and my arms come up to wrap around his neck. Then he presses my back against the tile wall and it’s my turn to let out a hiss as the cold hits my overheated skin. “But you make me not give a shit about any of that.”

Before I can utter a single word, he’s pushing inside me and my eyes roll at the feel of his hard cock stretching me to full capacity.

“Cas!” I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fills me more than anyone ever has before. “Fuck, Cas.”

“I know, baby. Shit, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick, letting me in like you know I own this pussy.” A rush of wetness floods my cunt, allowing him to slide in the last couple of inches, and we both groan and pant at the feel of him fully seated inside me. “Tell me you need me, Cinders,” he breathes out, his forehead pressed to mine, an edge of vulnerability in his tone.

“I need you so bad it hurts, Cas. Please,” I beg, shifting my hips. I’m not lying. I need him to move, to show me I’m owned by him, and even though I know that I’ll never be the same, not after fucking one of my stepbrothers, I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to. “Please.”

“Always, baby,” he whispers, pulling almost the entire way out and then thrusting back inside me so hard that I scream. “I will always take care of you, Cinders. Always give you what you need.”

He fucks me hard and fast, just like I’ve been craving since I woke up with Kit’s tongue in my pussy, and I hold on as my body accepts every punishing thrust, every shock wave that he sends shooting through me.

“Fuck, Cas—” I open my eyes, only to find the dark green sapphire of Prince’s gaze, and with a gasping cry, I shatter, my inner walls clenching around Cas as my entire world rearranges itself.

“Fuck, baby, you’re strangling my dick,” Cas grits out, thrusting his hips harder, prolonging the pleasure that is rendering me speechless, unable to breathe as I hold Prince’s intense stare. Cas stills, a deep, rumbling cry leaving his chest as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and bites down.

The sharp pain sends me spiralling again, lights flashing before my eyes as another orgasm hits me full force. My body is not my own, taken over by pleasure until I’m just a vessel, filled to the brim and overflowing.

We stay together for a few moments, and my skin tingles the entire time. I didn’t realise how much I needed that, and when he pulls out, letting my feet drop to the tiles, my legs almost buckle and he has to grab my waist to keep me from landing in a heap on the floor.

“Cas–that was–Jesus,” I mumble, looking away from Prince and into Cas’s beautiful eyes. He chuckles, the sound low and deep, making my nerves prickle.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, placing his lips against my own and giving me a kiss that has tears filling my eyes, his short beard tickling my sensitised skin. “What I ever did without you, how I managed, is something I’ll never know.” His lips brush mine with every word, my body shuddering in response.

“Cas…” I reply, my voice thick with the lump that fills my throat.

“It’s okay, Cinders. Let’s get you to bed, it’s been a long day.” He grabs the shower gel, my legs only trembling slightly as he steps away, washing me again, then himself before shutting off the shower.

He doesn’t even pause when he turns around and spots Prince, arms crossed over his chest, leaning in the doorway, his brows lowered and jaw tight. Cool air rushes over my body when Cas opens the door and steps out, holding out a hand to help me out too.

Prince twitches like he wants to rush at Cas, so instead, I hurry to him, pressing my wet body against his and gripping his face in my palms. He doesn’t complain, just straightens up, his hands wrapping around me to pull me in even closer, uncaring of my dripping skin soaking his clothes.

“I needed him, Prince, so badly,” I tell him and then go up on my tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He remains still and unmoving, my throat constricting with worry. “Please don’t be mad, I couldn’t bear it.” My voice cracks on the last word.

“It was probably better it was him first,” he murmurs against my lips, and I’m shaking my head but he stops me with his next words. “I like to hurt when I fuck, Sugar, and I’m not sure you’re ready for me yet.”

My exhale flutters over his lips, and I pull away, letting go of his face with my left hand and using my right to turn his stare in the direction of my forearm. “I need the pain too, Prince.”

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