Page 91 of The Devils of Saint City

The second Asher obliges he begins pinching the hell out of both of my nipples, sending such a shock through me it rivals my collar.

My eyes water whether I want them to or not, and it’s so fucking overwhelming that I don’t bother trying to stop it.

Manson licks up my tears, holding out his tongue so Asher can have a taste, and as they make out next to my face it feels like they’re both completely sheathed inside of me.

Fine. They can make me cry, but I can make them come.

Burying my face in his neck, I hide a grin as I clench my ass and start to move up and down. Every movement feels like the one that’ll kill me, but when they start making those low, deep noises that drive me wild, I find the strength to keep going. “I’m so full,” I mewl, knowing my words will get them to lose all control, and that next brutal thrust of Asher’s hips proves it.

“You were made for us, pet. All of you.”

I can’t do anything but take it now. It feels so good it hurts, it hurts so much I’m in heaven — I don’t know what to do. I can’t think, can’t speak until I hear Asher panting and feel his hipsbegin to lose their rhythm. “N-no,” he grunts. “Gonna fuck-ing come!”

The whimper he releases as he buries himself to come travels up my spine, and Manson immediately begins thrusting up to follow him. “You feel it, baby? Ash came so much — fuck!”

Feeling both of their cocks throb inside of my ass is surreal. I’ve had them both inside of me more times than I can count, but not like this. This, I was terrified of.

But that’s why I wanted to do it. With them, I don’t need to be scared. They went from the cause of my nightmares to the ones who chase them away, the ones who remind me every second I’m alive that I’m strong.

What better way to have them serve me than to help me prove it again?

“You’re so strong, Rhea. Love you so fucking much,” Ash breaths against my neck, his hand gripping my throat as he catches me in a slow, heated kiss that brings me back down to earth.

“I love you too,” I whisper, bracing myself for how much worse I’m going to feel when they pull out. “I love you both.”

And I do, to the depths of me. The changes in them, in us, since I decided to come back home are immeasurable. And every day, things get a little sweeter.

Manson lets his soft side out daily instead of just when Asher isn’t looking. And Ash? He’s become everything I’ve always craved and more. A protector, a friend, and one of the two loves of my life.

So yeah, I love them both. And as they wrap their arms around me to keep me warm and safe, I know they love me too.

We made it.

Epilogue

Asher

It’s been five years now and I still wake up pinching myself every single day to ensure this is real. I still don’t believe I deserve it most of the time, but with who I’m trying to be, I think I’m on the best possible path to be that man for the two people who chose me. I won’t quit until I am.

They test my patience at least once a day, and sometimes they gang up on me teasingly — in and out of bed — but I wouldn’t trade their company for anything in the world.

I wouldn’t even trade the demon dog that’s always in my lap.

The arrangement we made the day she came home has worked for us, and every time I’ve ever needed control outside of Sundays, she’s freely given it. It’s probably why I’m always hesitant to ask for it, because even though I treated her like dirt most of our lives, these days I never want her to think I’m taking advantage of her.

Still, some days are harder than others, especially since we’ve finished renovating the house exactly how we want it. Not having a job to do makes me restless and anxious, while at same time makes me happier than ever. It’s confusing. I don’t want to be anywhere but right here, and yet my leg won’t stop bouncing and I’m squeezing the hell out of her hand. Why?

The quick intake of breath I hear has my grip easing up, and when I meet her gorgeous blue eyes, I know she knows. She always knows. “Hi,” I offer lamely, trying to play off like I wasn’t spiraling just five seconds ago.

“Hi.” She smiles warmly, bringing my hand to her lips and kissing my knuckles. “Do you want to talk about it, or do you want me to go get my things?”

“Uh...” I know I should say talk about it. It’s something we’ve been working on since the beginning, and although I don’t express myself often, I have gotten better at using my words. I just don’t always know what they are. “Your things. Can we talk after?”

She nods, shimmying up to kiss me slowly and then disappearing into our sex room. It gives me a second to breathe, and when she comes out completely naked with her hands cuffed in front of her and her shock collar secured around her neck, I feel myself fully relax.

Between the two of them, they always know what I need, and when she hands me the remote I can’t stop myself from telling her I love her. “Kneel for me, pet. You’re so fucking pretty at my mercy.”

She sinks down, head bowed and thighs spread just enough for me to see her pussy. “Take what you need, Ash. I’m yours.”

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