Page 12 of Tarnished Embers

I look straight into Oct’s eyes, having no energy left to fight whatever it is that’s going on between us. Not that I want to. “Yes.”

My answer doesn’t even shock me anymore. I’ve always liked sex, but with these guys, it’s like I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I’ve had the three best orgasms of my life today, and none of them was with a dick inside me.

A thread of doubt creeps in, covering my post-orgasm glow in the murky pink of shame. My climaxes were with people whom I definitely shouldn’t be sexually attracted to, they’re my new brothers for fuck’s sake. My family.What the fuck am I doing?

I must stiffen a little because Kit is suddenly there, my sweat-damp face in his palms.

“Our secret, remember?” My breathing calms as I look deep into his stormy eyes, nothing but acceptance and reassurance in their depths. “Nothing that feels this good is bad, okay?”

“O–okay.” I nod like a fucking idiot, but there’s something about following their lead, doing as they say, and letting them take control that puts me at ease.

It’s as if I can finally let go and leave someone else in charge of my life, which is strange as I felt so out of control after Mum passed that it’s all I’ve craved since, but I’m just so tired. So tired of having to push myself to even get out of bed some days.

“Let us take care of you, Cinders,” Cas urges, pulling some wet wipes from somewhere and nudging Prince’s fingers from inside me. I moan as Prince withdraws while grumbling. Then I hear more than see him lick and suck his slick fingers and my breath catches. Prince is tasting mine and Cas’s releases and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever come across.

“He tastes good on you, Sugar,” he groans, bringing his fingers to my lips. I hold Cas’s stare as I open my mouth, allowing Prince to slide a long digit inside. A musky saltiness bursts on my tongue, my own flavour mixed with Cas’s, and my eyelids flutter as I greedily clean every inch of Prince’s finger, my hands holding his wrist so I can start on another.

“Fuck, I’m hard again,” Oct whines from the seats behind me, and I hear the others murmur their agreement, but if I’m doing this, I’mfuckingdoing this.

Letting go of Prince’s hand, I lean forward towards Cas, my jeans and knickers still around my ankles but I don’t give a shit. Cas looks up, and I swoop in, pressing my lips to his and sliding my tongue into his mouth when his lips part in surprise. I want to give him a taste of us too, and I’ve been wondering what those lips would feel like ever since I met him yesterday.

Fuck, was it only a little over twelve hours ago that these boys came strolling into my house, into my life? And now I’m making out with one, his cum leaking out of my pussy while the other three watch.

“I do taste good on you, Cinders,” he mumbles against my kiss-swollen lips before we part, his voice a husky purr that has my core clenching again. “But we should probably finish getting you cleaned up.”

I give him a nod, sucking my lower lip under my teeth and running my tongue along it to catch the last taste of him.

I’m in so much fucking trouble with these guys, and I’m not sure that I care.

CHAPTERFIVE

“AFTERLIFE” BY HAILEE STEINFIELD

KIT

Ember is mostly presentable by the time we reach our destination. The flush on her cheeks just makes her look so damn beautiful, it takes more effort than I possess not to grab hold of her when we leave the car. So I don’t bother, earning a growl from Prince—possessive bastard—as I spin her away with me and towards the monument.

“So this is Trafalgar Square, huh, Pretty Thing?” I coo in her ear as I tuck her under my arm. I fucking love that she doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arm around my waist. After all, no one knows us here. Oct snags her other hand, and I know the others are close behind us as we stare up at the tall building.

“The one and only,” she answers in that soft voice of hers. I pull her closer, letting the warm, spring sun shine down on us. I don’t think I’ll ever get over holding her after waiting for what felt like an eternity to meet her.

When Odette said we’d have a new stepsister, a plaything for us for being such dutiful stepsons, Oct and I thought we’d quickly break her with everything that we’ve craved to do after all these years. Though, after this morning, after she came on my face, filling my mouth with her pleasure, and then kissed me…fuck. Something clicked into place, and catching Oct’s eye, I knew the same was true for him.

We still want to play with her, shit, we still want to break her, but for the first time in my life, I want to put her back together again. To remake her and then bask in her fucking glory. She’s exquisite, so goddamn beautiful that it almost hurts to look at her, and there’s something about her soul that’s so pure and shines so bright. I’m drawn to her like a moth to a fucking flame and I don’t give a shit if my wings get burned.

And she wants us. Hell, she cried for Cas and he was right when he said no one has ever cried for him before, for any of us. I want to tell her our sorry tale just to see if she cares enough to shed a tear like she did for him. Something tells me she would, and fuck if it doesn’t make my soul crave her tears just to know someone cares.

“Would you like to see the gallery?” she asks eagerly, and my chest warms at the excitement in her tone. I look down at her, my breath catching at her stunning features. She’s perfection.

“I wouldn’t want to do anything else, Pretty Thing,” I reply, and her cheeks flush a deeper pink at the compliment, so I resolve to use the nickname and flatter her every chance I get from now on. “Show us your favorites first.”

Her blue eyes fucking sparkle, and I can’t help it, I swoop down and place a kiss on her plush lips, her grip tightening around me, Oct clearly letting her hand go as it comes to rest right over my black heart that I’m wondering if she owns now, the other clutched tightly in my grip. Our eyes close and I get the faint hint of Cas’s musk, and fuck if that doesn’t make my dick hard again. When Cas whipped his cock out in the car, Oct and I followed suit, and watching her fall apart was the hottest fucking thing I think I’ve ever seen in my life.

Reluctantly, I pull away, her lids fluttering open before locking her stunning eyes on me again.

“What was that for?” she asks, her voice low and husky, and fucking hell, the sound makes me even harder.

“For being you, Pretty Thing,” I say, placing a light kiss on her nose because I just can’t help it. “Lead the way.” I sweep my arm out, instructing her to take us in the direction of the gallery.

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