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I’m losing myself in all of it. The sight, the sounds, the feelings. Tristan seems pretty far gone too, just focused on our bodies moving together. For all he’s been guarded up until now, he burns with intensity and heat as he fucks me.
All of it works together so well that when my orgasm hits me, it takes me completely by surprise. My mouth falls open in a scream, pleasure and heat roaring through me until I’m limp.
I clench around Tristan’s cock, and the feeling of it just makes the aftershocks of my orgasm even stronger.
Tristan curses hotly, shoves his cock in as deep as it can go, and I feel his knot start to swell.
“Oh my—” I run out of breath as the knot stretches my body even more, and Tristan starts to come, spilling inside me. He growls low and deep, and he just keepscoming.
It’s so messy, spurts of milky white spilling out of me because I’m so fucking full. The mess slips past before his knot can plug me up, and Tristan makes a noise of displeasure. He gathers all the cum that spilled out onto his fingers, not stopping until his knot is fully filled and he knows the rest is stuck in me until we can part.
He holds those sloppy fingers up to my mouth. “Here,” he says. “It’s all for you.”
I whimper softly and lap at his fingers, cleaning him up while waves of satisfaction finally calm me down. My body relaxes, the heat banked for now.
Chapter 30
Penelope
It’s dark all around me.
There’s a bit of light coming from up ahead, but the sight of it makes my stomach churn with fear. Every inch of me knows I shouldn’t follow that light because whatever is waiting for me there is worse than what’s lurking in the darkness.
The unknown of not being able to see is less frightening that the known dangers in the light, and that in and of itself is fucking horrifying.
A whisper starts up, something soft and low, but it doesn’t bring me any comfort. Whatever—whoever—it is, doesn’t wish me well.
“You’re so stupid,” the voice whispers. “Did you think this was going to go well for you? Did you think we wanted you?”
I whimper softly, already upset and whoever this is hasn’t even really started to lay in on me yet. I just know that it’s going to get worse. That the words will turn even more cutting and cruel, stabbing into me like knives.
But then there’s another voice, lower, deeper. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” it says, and the sound is almost like a caress against my skin.
Then another. “You’re so perfect. You have no idea.”
And then a third. “You feel so good. You take it so well.”
My cheeks flush at the heat and pure desire in those voices, and they manage to drown out the reedy whisper of cruelty. All around me is warmth, and the darkness is pierced by a golden glow.
Unlike the harsh light up ahead, I know this glow is safety. This glow means that I’m going to be looked after and cared for. It gets steadily brighter, chasing away the chill and the fear, and when I turn around, there are three shapes in the distance.
Even from this far away, I know them. I know the way they stand, the way they walk. I can smell them in the back of my mind, and their scents register.
My men. My husbands.
They’re coming for me, coming to save me from the darkness.
I close my eyes, waiting. When the first touch comes, it’s tender, ghosting over my cheeks and into my hair. More hands move lower down, cupping my breasts, gliding over my stomach. And then still more hands, over my thighs, spreading my legs to move between them.
The whimper I give this time is pure need, pure desire, and it feels so much better than the fear. The fear and dread feel almost like a distant memory, carried away by anticipation and the heady feeling of being wanted.
When I open my eyes, I blink in the morning sunlight, wondering what woke me.
There’s a face nuzzling at my neck and warm lips against my skin. “Were you having a dream?” Dominic’s voice asks in myear, sleep rough and deep enough to make my stomach flip with desire all at once.
“Yes,” I reply, a smile touching my lips.
“About what?” There’s a hint of concern there, like he’s worried I was having another nightmare.