Page 22 of Tarnished Embers

We both groan when I clench around him, the sound of my name on his lips exquisite.

“How can it be like this, Prince? How can it feel like this?” I ask him, my fingers still gripping his hair. My heart feels like it’s too big for my ribs to contain, my muscles twitching as I’m overwhelmed by my need for this man. For them all.

“Because we were always meant for each other. I’m just sorry it took us so long to find you.”

The warmth of tears slides down my cheeks, and he kisses each one as a hot body presses up against my side.

“Don’t cry, Cinders,” Cas soothes, his hands gliding over my body, pulling himself closer to me even as Prince refuses to let go or slide out of me, his cock still semi-hard, as if he doesn’t want to leave the comfort of my body as much as I don’t want him to go. “We’re here now, and you’ll never be alone again.”

A sob rips through my chest at his words. How did these guys see right to the heart of my loneliness when I’ve never admitted to anyone how alone I’ve been?

One hand leaves Prince to grasp Cas around the neck, pulling him in for a kiss which he gladly gives me.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips, my limbs feeling shaky and a little sore now that my high is settling into a warm glow.

“Always, baby,” he answers. “Now let’s get you cleaned up and fed.”

I gasp when Prince finally pulls out, his eyes darting down to my bright pink, abused pussy and his cum which trickles out a little.

“You’re going to be so full of our cum, darlin', that we’ll always be with you wherever you are.”

I shiver, my mouth suddenly dry. How does he have the power to turn me on with just a sentence?

He places one last kiss on my lips before sauntering to the balcony doors, letting in a blast of frigid air when he opens one and slips out, heading towards his room next door.

“Come on, baby,” Cas murmurs, helping me off the table and then supporting me when my legs almost give out. He chuckles. “He does like it rough. I know from experience how much that bastard enjoys using his monster cock as a weapon.” My eyes widen and I lick my lips.

“Do you guys…” I trail off, unsure how to phrase it exactly as Cas’s warm arm wraps around my waist.

“Do we fuck each other, Cinders? Is that your question?” His copper eyes shine in the morning light, and my whole body goes hot at the thought.

“Yes, that’s my question,” I reply in a barely audible whisper.

“We’re family, we take care of each other, remember?” he says, leading me to the bathroom, his arm supporting me on my shaky legs. “And we enjoy pleasure in all its forms, especially when it’s with someone you’re already close to. The twins aren’t with each other in that way, but we all know what the others like in the bedroom. Does that bother you?”

We stop just outside the bathroom door, and he turns to glance at me, his forehead wrinkled, the light of the dawn behind him creating a halo effect.

“N–no. It doesn’t bother me,” I tell him, my heart fluttering inside my chest at the thought of them pleasing each other and of me being in the centre of all that. A small amount of tension leaves his shoulders, like he was a little worried about my answer, even though he’s hinted at this aspect of their relationship before.

“Does it turn you on?” He waits, his copper eyes boring into mine, even though I’m pretty sure he knows my answer already if the smile playing around his lips is any indication.

“Yes, it turns me on.” I don’t hesitate with my answer, my voice clear, and the wide grin he gives me tells me that was the right response.

“I’ll make sure the others know that too. I’m sure they’d be happy to indulge any fantasies you might have. You are family, after all.” He has a wicked gleam in his eyes as he resumes our steps to the bathroom. The idea of them together has me weak at the knees, and not for the first time, I wonder how I got so lucky to have them drop into my life.

CHAPTERTEN

“ESCAPE” BY AZEE

EMBER

Cas helps me to the shower, leaving me to it after saying that he couldn’t trust himself and I definitely need a break after the pounding that Prince gave me. His words, and I blushed like a giddy schoolgirl when he said them.

He wasn’t wrong though, it’s not just the freshly opened scabs that are throbbing. There’s a dull ache between my thighs that makes me smile every time it pulses as I walk down the stairs and to breakfast.

“Little Spark!” my dad greets, getting up from his chair and striding over to me as soon as I walk into the room. “I take it by your smile and glowing complexion you had a good day with your stepbrothers yesterday?”

His face is wreathed in smiles, and he pulls me into a giant bear hug that reminds me of my childhood. He hasn’t held me like this for so long, and most of the anger from the other morning and his railroading about college melts away as I hug him back, breathing in his sandalwood aftershave that he’s worn for years. One of the guys snickers, and I cast a panicked look over my dad’s shoulder at them as my cheeks flame at the memories of all that has transpired between us since then. All of them are smirking, the fuckers.

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