“Penny for your thoughts?” Prince asks from behind, wrapping his arms around me as I look around my room. He nestles his head in the crook of my neck, my arms coming up to wrap over his as he breathes me in.
“I love it here, Prince,” I say, my heart feeling so full it might burst. “It’s just missing one thing.”
I smirk as he stiffens behind me, and I use the opportunity to spin in his arms.
“What’s it need, Sugar?” he asks, looking around with such a scowl on his handsome face that I have to bite my lip to hold in my laughter.
“Christening,” I reply, then without giving him a chance to say another word, I go up on tiptoes, close the gap between us, and place my lips on his.
He takes a second, his lips unmoving until a deep groan leaves his chest, and then he’s pulling me closer, his hands everywhere as he touches me all over. Kissing Prince is like coming home and finding a roaring fire in the fireplace, a cup of spiced hot chocolate waiting for you.
He pulls away, a small whimper leaving my throat as he stares deeply into my eyes. “Are you sure?”
I almost laugh out loud remembering what Iris had said to me before I left.
“Don’t let those cunts win, Ember. You go home and fuck the ever-loving brains out of your stepbrothers like the dirty bitch you are.”
Then she’d slapped my arse and sent me on my way. Crazy bitch.
“I’m sure, Prince. They don’t get to win,” I whisper, closing the distance between our lips again and sliding my hands down his abs, tugging the hem of his T-shirt up.
We break apart just to take it off, then his lips are back on mine and he’s pulling my tank top over my head, a deep masculine moan leaving him at my lack of a bra. I’d decided pretty quickly that as this was my new home, I didn’t need it while I was inside, so I took it off almost as soon as we got through the door.
“You’ve been teasing me for fucking hours, baby, knowing that only thin cotton stood between my mouth and these gorgeous tits,” he purrs, dipping low and taking one of my nipples in his warm mouth.
A moan falls from my lips at the contact, tingles racing along my nerve endings as he plays with it using his very skilled tongue. Movement by the door has my hooded gaze snapping up to see Cas, and then the twins walk through, eyes taking in the scene and pausing.
“Looks like you got the welcome party started without us,” Oct teases, sauntering over and running a hand down Prince’s back. “Do share, brother.”
Prince groans, pulling up, his cheeks flushed and his hair looking all kinds of tousled and gorgeous. Oct immediately dips his head down, taking the nipple Prince had just been sucking into his mouth while Prince goes to work on the other.
A sharp breath leaves me at their combined attention, and I watch with bated breath as Cas comes over to us, also touching Prince as he passes. I love the casual affection they have for each other.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Cinders,” he purrs, leaving his hand on Prince’s shoulder but using his other to cup my cheek. He tugs my face towards his, his lips slamming on mine, his tongue demanding immediate entry.
I sink into the embrace, knowing that Cas will take care of me no matter what. He’s like the first caress of morning sunlight and the calming breeze on a scorching summer day. My hands tighten in Prince and Oct’s hair, a small whimper leaving me as hands brush down my sides from behind. Dark memories try to assault me, but I take a deep inhale, counting to five as they taught us in Serene Haven.
They all pause, Cas releasing my lips to look deeply into my eyes, his copper ones bright with concern. My heart is thundering inside my chest as I swallow and let the tingling fear wash over me, not denying its presence but not letting it take over either. Another tip from the therapists, to not let your fears rule you, to acknowledge the feelings you have but not to act upon them.It’s your guys, Ember, not those men.
“It’s just me, Pretty Thing,” Kit whispers, his hands tracing over my stomach before teasing the waistband of my shorts. “Let me take care of you.”
“D–don’t stop, please,” I murmur back, taking a deep inhale and letting their combined scents engulf me, calming my racing heart. “I need you to help me move on.”
“Anytime it’s too much, you tell us, baby, and we stop, okay?” Kit orders in a low voice. “It’s a lot all in one go, darling.”
“Okay, I promise.” My breathing hitches when Prince and Oct resume teasing my nipples with their hot tongues, Kit’s hand popping open the button of my cotton shorts and undoing the zipper. I hold Cas’s gaze as my shorts fall down my legs, my knickers following until I’m standing naked before them.
“You take my breath away, Cinders. Every fucking time,” he rasps out, his eyes going molten as he stares at me. A flush rises on my cheeks, colouring my chest at his appraisal, then a heady moan slips from between my lips as Kit’s fingers slide between my folds, discovering how wet I already am.
“So wet for your brothers,” he groans, and the way they all refer to our semi-taboo connection, even if our parents are no longer here, always gets me hot and bothered.
Bliss flows through me like a wave when his fingers effortlessly slip inside me, my nails digging into Prince’s and Oct’s scalps at just how fucking good it all feels.
“So fucking ready for us, Pretty Thing,” Kit purrs behind me, picking up his speed, his palm hitting my clit every time his thick digits enter me. “You’re going to come all over my fingers. I want you dripping before we fill you up with mine and Oct’s fat cocks.”
“Fuck, Kit!” I gasp, his dirty words my undoing, and I shatter in a million pieces, doing just as he demanded and coming all over his hand. Waves of ecstasy drown me, and it’s all I can do to keep breathing as I freefall into a blissful abyss, my eyes closing with the sheer pleasure that I am currently made from.
“Such a good girl for your brothers,” Oct praises, and I open my eyes, my body slumped in Kit’s arms as he leisurely pumps his fingers in and out. I moan long and low when he withdraws them and then gasp when Cas grabs his hand and starts sucking my release from them.