Page 18 of Twisted By Darkness

The roar deep in his chest tells me his dragon agrees. He jumps out of the shower, covering the bathroom in water as he goes for the cabinets under the sink and peruses them. I use the time to kiss Ren softly in the lips, racing my hands through his long hair, then turn to nibble on Tristan’s bottom lip. As Apollo makes his way back, I drop to my knees in front of the other two.

Today, I want to have a feast. I gaze up at Tristan and Ren, curling my fingers around both of their lengths, and stick my tongue out. Tristan shudders at the sight, and Ren’s hand shoots out to my hair. I resist his tug, licking at his cockhead and staring at him, just to let him know who’s controlling the sex today.

Slowly, I drag my tongue up and down Ren’s cock, then turn to give Tristan’s the same treatment. The water keeps battering down my back, soaking into my hair, until that stops. Apollo splashes back into the shower, and I shoot him a look over my shoulder, pretending to be uninterested in his now-sheathed fat cock. My mouth waters, but I give him my back and take turns stroking and teasing Ren and Tristan.

Apollo kneels behind me, his knees splashing on the water, his dark thighs contrasting with my pale skin. His fingers dig into the soft skin of my hips, and I whimper from the mere touch of his hand. Oh, this is going to be fun.

The dragon shifter pushes my hair away from my neck. “What do you want us to do, baby girl?” he whispers into my wet skin, making goosebumps flare down my body.

I gaze at him over my shoulder, brushing our lips together without touching. “Fuck me.”

His eyes are golden, the pure color of melted metal, alive and burning. He raises my hips against his and enters me so fucking slowly. Apollo’s thick, and his entrance stretches me painfully. Before I’m able to even whimper in pain, he reaches around me and plays my clit like a violin, soaking his cock in my juices until he slides into me.

I moan, my head dropping over my shoulder in desire, but then I remember I’m supposed to be leading this. Tugging them closer, I press Tristan and Ren’s cocks into my lips and lick at the two heads, sucking and teasing and nibbling. Opening wide, I slide Tristan’s length over my tongue and hollow out my cheeks, savoring the deep satisfaction on his groans. I don’t keep Ren waiting long, though. I pump my fist up and down, then pop my mouth free of Tristan to suck on Ren. Sometimes I wish I could take both in my mouth at the same time, but that would probably mean having a Joker-kind mouth. Hard pass.

Apollo fills me completely, and I’m on edge as soon as he sheathes himself inside of me. His teeth find my shoulder and he bites down, eliciting a mix of moan and cry from me. I choke on Ren’s cock for a moment, then double my efforts, pumping and moving and licking. Ren grips my hair, but I’m the one controlling the speed, the depth. Every time he shudders, about to blow, I pull back and suck Tristan, until both are grunting in amusing frustration, their bodies taut.

Only then Apollo moves, fucking me with thorough, long circles of his hips. It’s like he wants to feel every inch of my insides. I part my legs, and he keeps touching me, forcing me closer to an orgasm even before I made any one of them come. Pumping my fists harder, I manage to push both Ren and Tristan’s cockheads into my mouth and suck deeply. Tristan growls, deep in his chest, and then he explodes. Ren follows a second later, while I’m still fighting to swallow Tristan’s thick come. It overflows from my mouth, dripping down my chin and my chest, and Apollo curses behind me and picks up his speed.

My knees slip on the tiles, and the boys keep me in place. Hands in my hair, cleaning my chin, flicking my nipples. I throw my head back and allow myself to float on that pleasure, allow it to fill my veins, to be the one thing I sense. Apollo hits my G-spot, and once I squeal with an earth-shattering orgasm, he pinpoints on that location and drills his cock into it. Sounds bad, but I can’t find another word to describe his will to make me come until there’s nothing left. He keeps going, pumping until I’m almost sitting on his lap, bouncing on his cock, my breasts moving out of control. The water gets hot, too hot, scalding our skins, mixing with our sweat and washing it out at the same time.

I come, and I come again and again, and Ren gets to his knees to kiss me, to rob me of all breath. Tristan watches, eyes full of wonder and affection, focused on me. Apollo pulls me back against him, and his lips devour mine as his cock twitches and he pours himself inside me. Or, well, inside the condom.

My body trembles with exhaustion. Shouldn’t have spent this long kneeling on bathroom tiles. I gasp for air, and Apollo helps me to my feet. When he notices my knees are quivering, he keeps an arm tight around my waist and walks me out of the shower. It’s the sweetest thing. The three take turns holding me up and toweling my hair and my body. I’m pretty sure I’m smiling like an idiot, but it’s the post-orgasm brain.

I blink and then I’m staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, a thick robe around my body. A smile creeps onto my face and I hug it closer, feeling the softness of the fabric against my naked body. An intense feeling of comfort fills my chest.

Ren appears behind me in the mirror, smiling too, and his arms fold around my waist. “Did you sleep standing, sugar?” And the way he whispers the nickname against my ear makes me melt inside.

“I might have.” I grin at him. “At least I didn’t fall on my ass.”

“We would have massaged it better,” Apollo says from my left, and I turn my head to find him and Tristan with towels around their waists, both mopping the floor with the bathroom mats. I can’t help but chuckle. We did mess the place up too much.

“Come on,” Ren breathes into my hair, tugging me closer until my feet are over his. “Let’s get you to bed.”

I let him guide me into the bedroom. “Isn’t it too early to sleep?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to fall asleep standing again.” He chuckles.

The second we reach the bed, the door flies open. Ren moves fast, gripping my arms and hauling me back, shadowing my body with his. Apollo and Tristan appear in the bathroom doorway and with so many broad-shouldered men around me, I just can’t see whoever burst in.

Soft steps waltz into the room. “I see you’ve found the condoms and the shower,” Alicia says, laughing. “Here’s your puppy. Where’s the mage?”

I manage to sneak between Ren and Apollo just as Oreo trots inside. He wags his tail when he sees me, and the sight warms my heart. He closes the distance between us, sniffing my toes.

“He’s very well behaved,” Alicia says, crossing her arms and smiling. “I’ll see if Giulia comes up with a pet-friendly shampoo.” She juts a thumb over her shoulder. “I brought you some food. Well, Trevor did, and then he rushed out. He doesn’t like to leave Giulia alone with guests.”

I have so many questions about Giulia. She’s blind, but she seems to walk around just fine. Where did she meet Don? And how do they keep this huge place clean and thriving when it’s only the three of them? What’s the deal about Giulia seeing everything if she’s blind? The more I think about it, the more questions pop up.

Alicia makes her way back to the door, then pushes a cart in, dotted with food. Cookies and sandwiches, mugs and glasses and three thermals and several boxes of juice. A couple of cakes, an apple pie. I would say food for an army, but these shifters eat a lot.

“Thank you,” I say as she stops the cart in front of me. “You didn’t have to.”

She shrugs. “We receive guests, but it’s always someone asking for help. Though you are asking for it, Donatello is an old friend of Giulia’s, and she wants us to treat you well.” I open my mouth, but Alicia cuts me in. “Don’t get me wrong. I do think it would be for the best for you to leave as soon as possible. We worry about Giulia. She’s had enough trouble for several lifetimes, and we don’t want any more.” Another shrug. “We just won’t starve you until then.”

She whirls around on her heels, blond hair swishing behind her back, and she leaves, closing the door behind her. We watch the wood for another moment before Apollo and Tristan start to the cart, bringing it closer to the bed.

Ren’s arm folds around my waist. “She’s weird, isn’t she?”

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