Page 35 of Tarnished Embers

I let them use me, the pleasure they’re giving me in return the stuff of dreams as another orgasm fast approaches, my core tightening as my nerves tingle.

“She’s close,” Cas grits out, thrusting hard and making me moan around Kit’s dick in my mouth.

“So am I,” Oct replies through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into my hips as he matches Cas’s hard and fast pace.

Fingers find my swollen clit, and at the first brush, I’m spiralling, my pleasure exploding through me as I let out a muffled scream. Once again, my body tightens as sheer fucking bliss drags me under.

With my eyes closed in ecstasy, I hear the yells of Cas and then Oct, both thrusting so far inside me that another orgasm hits before the last has even finished. I can’t think, can’t breathe, and can only feel as I’m consumed by rapture, my body clinging to them like it never wants to let go.

Kit pulls out of my mouth, his ladder piercing clinking against my teeth as he withdraws, still rock-solid. Opening my bleary eyes, I gasp when Oct and Cas withdraws, the rush of wetness between my thighs obscene, but before I can miss them too much, Kit is taking Oct’s place, pulling me on top of him.

“I–I can’t, Kit,” I beg, my limbs refusing to obey as I drape myself over him, my knees either side of his hips, and he just chuckles darkly.

“You still have two brothers to please, Pretty Thing,” he teases, lifting me slightly, and then he’s at my soaked opening, thrusting inside me.

A pained moan escapes me at the same time as he groans the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. His piercings drag along my inner walls and fuck, they’re incredible. I lie against his chest, my face buried in the crook of his neck, my fingers digging into his pecs, unable to move much, but that doesn’t seem to deter him. He grabs my hips and moves me up and down his shaft, waves of bliss flooding me once again.

I gasp when slick fingers toy with my puckered hole, one pressing inside me in a way that has my limbs trembling and excitement flooding my veins.

“Anyone ever fuck you here before, Sugar?” Prince’s low drawl caresses my skin and I shake my head against Kit.

“N–no, n–never.” I can only just get the words out, my body so full of exquisite pleasure that my brain is struggling to keep up.

“Good.” He adds another finger, pumping them in and out in time with Kit thrusting his dick inside me, and another climax begins to build.

“Shhhit,” I moan when Prince withdraws his fingers, the wide head of his lubed-up dick pressing against the tight ring of muscle.

Kit pauses, and a whine escapes my chest when Prince pushes past the barrier, slowly sinking inside me, inch by inch. Fuck, it hurts, but it feels so good at the same time too.

“Fuck, darlin'. Your ass is so fucking tight.” His fingers dig into my arse cheeks, his grip tightening the further he goes until his hips meet my backside, and we all take a moment to just breathe.

“I can feel him inside you,” Kit groans, one of his hands coming between us to rub around my clit in maddening circles. “They made you to take us, Ember.”

A deep moan leaves my throat when Prince withdraws, and I scream when he pumps back in, hard. Once again, I lose myself to the rhythm of our dance, my body a vessel to hold these gorgeous men. The noise of our fucking fills the room, accompanying our cries and heavy breathing.

“Come for us, Sugar,” Prince orders in a strained tone, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic. His fingers tease along my thigh, finding the cuts and pressing down at the same moment that Kit pinches my clit, and I explode.

I scream their names, the waves of ecstasy drowning me in a way that leaves me boneless and utterly spent. They sink deeper inside me, both filling me up with their own climaxes as they groan my name while I’m lost in the bliss that’s holding me captive.

My body is boneless, weightless, and I barely make a noise as they leave it. The noise of the shower being turned on suddenly fills my ears, and then I’m lifted in muscular arms, but I can’t open my eyes to see who has hold of me, even when the warm water cascades over my skin.

I let them take care of me, my stepbrothers looking after me as though I’m the most precious thing in the world to them. Gentle fingers clean my cuts, and after drying me off, ointment and a bandage is placed over them.

Soon, I’m back in bed, the smell of fresh sheets enveloping me as I sink into the soft mattress. It dips behind and in front of me, the wild, floral scent of Oct and the lime, mimosa, and cedar scent of Kit telling me it’s the twins who have joined me.

“Sleep now, little sis. We’ll keep you safe,” Oct whispers in my ear, and I drift off knowing that they will keep the nightmares away. That I can hide from my new reality for just a little bit longer.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

“WAKE ME UP” BY TOMMEE PROFITT, FLUERIE

OCT

My brother and I watch Ember as she sleeps, holding her soft body close to ours and breathing in her scent. I can still taste her skin on my tongue from our lovemaking earlier, the musk that I never want to forget. Fuck, I was worried that we were losing her for a moment; she was so lost to her grief that we had to keep her sedated for four fucking days. I hated every minute of seeing her in pain, and being unable to rip it out of her has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

“What do we do now?” I murmur into the darkness, my palm gliding down her side. The sun has set since we came to bed with her, and Prince and Cas went to sort some shit out, giving her more time before she has to face it all.

My arms tighten around her, pulling her even closer to me, her warmth filling my very soul. Kit grumbles then shuffles until he’s pressed against her back again.

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