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Chapter

Fifteen

T he softest of feathers caress my neck, like silk on my skin.

I sigh in contentment and relax into the warmth surrounding me.

The scent of burning wood saturates the air, making my nose twitch.

I must have fallen asleep in front of the hearth.

I stretch and arch my back. There’s something important I need to wake up for, but this sweet spot of being half asleep and half awake is one of my favorite moments.

The weight of responsibility is out of reach.

Someone groans in my ear, making my eyes fly open. Those aren’t feathers brushing against my flesh—it’s a knight.

Darkness surrounds us, and I can make out the shadowy outline of Malachi in front of me.

Wait, did I fall asleep facing this way?

Is that Hart? A large, warm hand spans across my bare stomach, making everything inside me clench with need.

I blink rapidly, hoping to figure out who is in front of me fast asleep.

The hand on my stomach moves upward, and his fingers brush the underside of my sensitive breast, making my breath catch in my throat.

“Are you awake?” a sleepy gravely voice asks in my ear. Definitely Hart. I think.

“Yes,” I whisper as my eyes flutter closed. My hand reaches behind me to grip his hip and pull him closer so he lines up against my ass and back. Damn, he’s hard for me. The power is heady, knowing the effect I have on this man, on all of them.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t like something,” Hart utters low in my ear before he nips it. I drag a breath in. I doubt anything he’s got planned will be something I dislike. “Words, Daphne.”

“Okay, I will tell you to stop,” I agree.

He undoes the ribbons at my back with deft hands before tugging my dress down and undoing my bra to free my breasts.

He tilts my head to the side and drops a heated kiss on my mouth, his tongue tangling with my own.

I swallow his groan, desperate to own every moment of pleasure.

I make to turn over to face him, but he stops me as he winds one hand under my body and keeps me in place.

I make a noise of frustration, making him chuckle as his fingers tease my nipple.

My breasts feel heavy and sensitive, each brush of his calloused fingers intensifying the throb between my legs.

It feels forbidden to be touched this way in front of his brother, not that they haven’t done this before.

My mind flashes to the circus where they shared my body.

But here we are, fumbling in the dark with another asleep beside me, tucked under the wing of his brother, while Nash isn’t too far away.

My mind imagines the four of them together, and dizziness assaults me. I don’t know if I’d survive it, but what a way to go.

Here lies Daphne Stone—deceased by being dickmatized.

They would use me as a warning to promiscuous females who verge on getting greedy.

Fire tingles down my spine as heat gathers between my legs. I move against Hart restlessly, urging him to go further. His touch is too much and not enough.

“Please,” I croak.

“Fuck, you begging is the best thing I’ve heard in this lifetime,” he growls at my lips. “I could get addicted to you.” His free hand sweeps underneath my dress, making it bunch around my hips.

Before them, I never felt desirable. But now I have experienced it, I know my heart would break to lose them.

There is no one else for me. They’ve stolen my soul, and in return, I have theirs.

It’s an unfair deal. I get four while they get only one to share, but I find myself being selfish for once in my life.

“Lift your leg over mine,” he demands. I do as he says and utter a curse at the Idols when his fingers skim over panties.

His teeth scrape over my shoulder, and I cry out as he moves the flimsy silk to the side to rub maddening circles around my clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me. I want to bury myself inside you.”

“Do it,” I urge. The fact his brother is asleep in front of me only adds to the bone-tingling pleasure that promises to sweep me under.

“Take your panties off and keep quiet,” Hart rumbles low in my ear as he loosens his breeches. I shimmy them down my legs and over my boots, and he snatches them up. Then his hand grips my knee, and he curls my leg over his powerful thigh.

I cry out at the first sweep of his steel length through my flesh. He chuckles against my neck. “That’s hardly quiet, Daphne,” he says. His voice is a little clearer, and it suddenly dawns on me. He’s calling me Daphne, meaning the man at my back is not Hart.

“Malachi,” I breathe his name like a prayer as my eyes close. My happy knight hides a dirty side, and I am here for it.

“She’s not going to stay quiet,” Hart grumbles from in front of me. “And I am not okay with Charming hearing the noises she makes when she falls apart.”

Let’s not forget my sister. She doesn’t need to hear my sex noises, either. Malachi leans his forehead against my back and trembles as he lines up against my entrance. I think I might die if he stops now.

“Do you want to stop?” Malachi asks me.

I shake my head, but I also can’t guarantee I’ll stay quiet.

“Open your mouth, Calamity,” Hart says as his body heat covers the front of my body. I’m in the middle of a knight sandwich, and I’m loving every tempo.

My mouth opens, and silk that tastes of me is stuffed inside. Did he just gag me with my panties?

Hart trails a path of open-mouthed kisses down my body before latching onto my breast and sucking hard. I groan.

“That works,” Malachi says. “Ready, Daphne?”

I nod as they wind me higher and higher, like I’m about to touch the sun.

Malachi’s hand grips my hip, and he punches his hips forward, burying his flesh inside my own.

The stretch stings, but is oh so delicious.

He breathes heavy in my ear as he withdraws slowly, then repeats the motion each time he goes deeper.

Holy Idol babies, I can’t take much more.

Hart drags his teeth over my nipple, then sucks hard. My core clenches and Malachi’s hips settle against the curve of my ass. I’m already at the precipice, and it’s going to be a doozy of a fall, but I trust these men to catch me.

One of Hart’s hands wraps around my throat, a dominant move but not a threatening one. I’ve never felt so cared for. His other hand moves down my body, and I tremble with anticipation.

“Don’t touch her clit,” Malachi commands.

“What? Why?” I grumble behind my gag.

“Because I want to drag this out. You’ll come when I do and not before.”

I hate him right now. This is not what I expected from Malachi.

He’s meant to give me everything I demand without question.

If they won’t touch me, I’ll do it myself.

I slide my hands down my body, but Malachi laughs low, catching them before I reach my goal.

Hart takes over, holding me hostage with his free hand as he swaps to my other breast, sucking as much of it as he can into his mouth.

Malachi moves faster. In this position, he bumps against a spot inside of me that makes my eyes cross every single damn time. “You are fluttering around my cock, and it’s the best fucking feeling,” he says. He’s got a dirty mouth to go with his dark desire.

Hart’s hand tightens around my throat, and my pulse skyrockets, the rush of blood pounding in my ears. Is it possible to die from being denied an orgasm? Asking for a friend.

“Keep doing that,” Malachi tells Hart as he picks up speed. He loses his rhythm, and for a heart-stopping tempo, I think he’s going to completely deny me my pleasure. I cannot be held responsible for my actions if he does that.

His fingers tease around where he’s stretching me, but avoid the tiny bundle of humming nerves that begs for his attention.

Hart puts pressure on my hands and presses them into my stomach, which does something to the sensation of Malachi inside of me.

The angle is different, fuller. They are going to kill me.

Hart’s hand loosens around my throat for a tempo before re-tightening.

My head spins as Malachi’s finger presses a little inside me at the same time as his cock.

I tense. There’s no way anything else will fit inside me.

“Relax,” he coaxes. “You can take me.”

He pushes a little deeper and rubs against something that makes me gasp. Hart pushes down while Malachi presses up, and then I’m hurtling toward something terrifying but wonderful.

Malachi sucks in a breath. “A little more pressure, brother.”

Hart obliges. What are they doing to me? Invisible bands snap tighter inside of me, and Malachi’s finger moves faster. The push and pull sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I never dreamed in my wildest fantasies of experiencing so much pleasure.

Hart rips the panties free from my mouth and slams his lips on mine, swallowing the sounds of desperation spilling from my lips.

Malachi’s hips stutter, and his thumb sweeps across my clit, making me explode into a thousand shimmering pieces.

The scream lodges in my throat as Malachi curses and clutches me tighter to his body.

“You okay, Calamity?” Hart checks.

I nod. “Yes, but I need a repeat of that to double-check I like it.”

Malachi huffs a laugh, his thundering heart beating against my back.

Theo rumbles a warning, his scales rippling. Perhaps I should feel embarrassed that he witnessed that, but let’s face it—he’s already seen everything I have to offer. And kissed. And tasted. And touched. The mind-blowing orgasm cancels out any shame. Nothing that good can be wrong.

The twins help me back into my clothes, and Theo lifts his wings to reveal a frowning Nash with his arms folded and legs spread apart.

I clamber to my feet, my cheeks heating as I take a step forward.

Nash’s hand darts out and catches my arm, spinning me into his body as he arches a brow.

I swallow as his pupils dilate. His hand tangles in my hair as he tilts my head to the side and runs his nose along my throat before stopping at my ear.

“Threefold, I’m aware,” I rasp.

“You don’t sound nearly frightened enough.”

Frightened? He would never hurt me. I might drown in pleasure at his touch, but I trust him to pull me back up.

“Bring it, Nash,” I dare.

His eyes flash gold for a blink before settling back to green. I should have learned to never taunt a beast, because you never know how dark their desire goes until you are in so deep, all you can see is them.