Page 55 of Gods and Graves

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” His voice breaks. “So sorry.”

My heart aches for him, for the pain and guilt he feels. I want to tell him that it’s not his fault at all. That he couldn’t have prevented what happened. That everything worked out in the end.

But I know my words will provide little comfort right now. Instead, I need to show him that I’m not mad—and that there’s no reason for him to apologize.

I slowly move off his lap and drop to my knees before him, staring at him through heavily lidded eyes.

“What are you doing, baby?” He arches an eyebrow, though molten heat enters his gaze.

I drag my nails up and down his thighs. “If it’s not blatantly obvious, then I need to rethink my life choices.”

“And what life choices are those?” Krystian asks, amused.

“Being a slut for the four of you,” I answer honestly, and all of them groan.

I reach for the button of Everett’s jeans and pop it open, then take my sweet damn time sliding the denim down his toned legs. His cock strains against his boxer briefs, the tip visible at the top. It presses against his stomach.

“Thea, you don’t have to. For fuck’s sake, you just died?—”

“Shhh.” I plant a kiss to his throbbing cock through the material of his boxers. “Let me do this. I want to do this.”

I slowly inch the fabric of his underwear down until his massive cock springs free, already dripping with precum and desperate for my mouth.

“God, you’re so fucking big,” I praise, running the pad of my thumb over the slit at the tip. “I want to put my mouth on you, Everett. Can I?”

I bat my lashes up at him innocently, but I know he’ll say yes. There’s nothing but unbridled desire and possession in his gaze as he stares down at me. He’ll give me whatever I ask for.

Fortunately, all I want is him.

Them .

“Fuck, yes. Baby. God.” He throws his head back with a muffled curse as I lower my head to his shaft and take him in deep, making sure to hollow my cheeks so I won’t gag.

Behind me, I hear shuffling then feel hands on my pants, tugging them down. My panties follow next. Warm breath ghosts over my pussy, eliciting a moan from me.

“Yes, baby. Just like that. God, you suck my cock so good. You look so beautiful with saliva dripping down your chin and tears in your eyes. Fuck, there’s nothing more perfect than you impaled on my cock.”

Everett’s dirty talk encourages me to move even faster, bobbing my head up and down his shaft with ruthless abandon.

A wet tongue glides across my pussy lips, and I gyrate my hips automatically, seeking more friction.

Krystian’s low, throaty chuckle echoes from between my legs.

“You want more, sweetheart?” He kisses my slit.

“Does she deserve more?” Rafe demands from the side of me.

A second later, rough hands grab my shirt and yank it in half, tossing it aside. Much more gentle hands—Zaid’s—unhook my bra, allowing my breasts to spill free.

Rafe angrily begins to palm them, his fingers tweaking my nipples. “She fucking left us. I’m not sure she deserves anything.”

I whimper and shake my hips, wordlessly encouraging Krystian to continue.

“That’s not really her fault,” Zaid reasons.

My sweet, gentle wraith.

“She did come back to us,” Krystian points out.

“I don’t fucking care what we decide, but for fuck’s sake, I need her to move or I’m going to combust,” Everett growls, his hands tightening in my hair.

Rafe moves until he’s standing over Everett’s shoulder, peering down at me with hard, unrelenting eyes.

“What do you say, little bird? Do you deserve to come?” He arches an eyebrow at me, not waiting for me to respond.

Not that I even can, considering my mouth is otherwise occupied.

“How about this? Why don’t you suck Everett off like a good slut, then maybe I’ll consider letting you come.

Can you do that? Can you be my good girl and get Everett off? ”

His taunting words are a challenge, and I’ve never been one to back down.

I resume sucking Everett’s cock like my life depends on it, taking him in as deep as I can without gagging. Everett fucks my face ruthlessly, not holding back, his hands tangled in my disheveled hair.

Beneath me, Krystian occasionally nips and sucks at my pussy, completely ignoring the sensitive bundle of nerves demanding his attention.

“Fuck.” Everett pulls my mouth away from his dick with a guttural growl. Before I can ask him what’s wrong, he picks me up and drags me onto him. We both groan as his cock slides into my wet, sensitive pussy. “I love the shit out of you, Thea. You know that, right?”

“I love you too,” I whisper, pulling his lips to mine as I begin to ride him.

“Holy fuck,” Krystian exclaims from behind. “God, that’s hot.”

“Why don’t you join in?” Rafe suggests, a devilish glint in his dark eyes from where he watches me from behind Everett.

All I hear behind me is the shuffling of clothes, and then Krystian and Zaid move to stand on either side of me, both of them completely naked.

Fuck yes.

Still riding Everett, I reach for each of my men and grip their shafts tightly, beginning to stroke them. Krystian throws his head back with a muffled curse, while Zaid reverently strokes my cheeks.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” Zaid says.

“Fucking divine,” Krystian agrees.

“I’m close,” Everett warns, grabbing one of my bouncing breasts and squeezing.

My own orgasm is fast approaching, and I close my eyes, preparing myself for the inevitable explosion.

But just before I can detonate, Rafe’s raspy voice snaps out, “Don’t let her come!”

Everett’s grip tightens on my breast as he explodes inside of me, a guttural roar escaping him. His cock spasms inside of my pussy, and he drops his forehead to my shoulder, breathing hard.

I gape at him. “What…? Why…?”

Everett slowly slides out of me, an uncharacteristic impish smirk on his face. “Sorry, baby. I was just obeying the rules.”

“But you’re the boss!” I protest, feeling petulant.

Just as Everett deposits me back on my feet, I feel someone approach me from behind. I don’t even have time to turn before Rafe is slapping my ass.

“Don’t be a brat,” Rafe warns—though his tone suggests that’s exactly what he wants me to be.

However, I know that resisting will only lead to a lack of orgasms, which will make me really, really sad.

“I won’t,” I promise Rafe, spinning around.

I reach for him somewhat desperately, but he steps back with a disapproving tsking sound.

“Prove it,” he purrs, then he flicks his gaze towards Krystian and Zaid. A wicked gleam ignites in his eyes. “Have you ever tried taking two at once?”

My heart begins to pound even faster, crashing against my breastbone.

“Like…DP?” I ask tentatively. “Double penetration.”

Krystian moans and grabs his shaft, fisting it. “Fuck, just hearing you say that makes me want to bust a nut.”

“Real romantic, Krys,” Zaid says.

I’m not even sure he notices he instinctively used the nickname for Krystian’s nighttime counterpart.

Krystian simply grins. “That’s what all the girls say.”

“All the girls, eh?” I place a hand on my hip and arch an eyebrow. “How many girls are you busting a nut with?”

His face drains of all color, and he offers me a sheepish smile. “Just you, my love. Forever just you.”

“Damn right it’s just me.”

Maybe it’s hypocritical to have the four of them share me yet not allow them to be with anyone else, but I’m a possessive bitch. These men are mine. Only mine.

“God, I love it when you get possessive of us,” Rafe murmurs in my ear, then he punctuates the words with a teasing nip to my lobe.

I shiver. “Are you going to let me come now?”

“Not yet.” He gives my behind a playful swat. “Now go to your men.”

Everett slowly heaves himself off the armchair and moves towards the shelves against the far wall.

“What are you looking for?” I ask.

Everett grins impishly and then returns his attention to the shelf. A second later, he must find what he’s looking for because he grabs a small bottle off the shelf and waves it triumphantly in the air.

“This!” He tosses the bottle to Krystian, who grins like the cat that got the cream.

When he catches me looking, he holds it up for me to inspect. “Lube.”

“We need to warm you up first, sweetheart,” Zaid explains gently. He turns towards Krystian. “Maybe start with a finger or two?”

“A finger?” Up my ass? Um…

Trepidation curdles low in my stomach, but it’s tempered by something else. Something stronger.

Lust.

“Will that be okay, Thea?” Krystian brushes my hair over one shoulder and kisses my cheek. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel comfortable.”

“I want… I want to try.” Does my voice come out embarrassingly high-pitched? Yes. Yes, it does.

Krystian pours a generous amount of lube on his hands and then moves towards me.

“Bend, darling,” he instructs.

Oh, I can do one better.

With an impish smirk, I lower myself to all fours and give my ass a tiny shake.

“It might hurt a little bit at first,” Krystian warns from behind me, sounding breathless.

“Just do it,” I tell him, and a second later, his lubricated finger presses against my ass crack.

“Is this okay?” He sounds hesitant, and I realize he’s scared of hurting me.

And after multiple lifetimes of nonstop pain, having someone care for me like this feels…amazing.

“Yes. A little strange, but not horrible.”

“Good. I’m going to press in a little farther, okay?” His finger breaches the tight hole, finding resistance.

I wince instinctively at the initial stab of pain. It’s not awful, but I can’t imagine anything bigger than a finger inside of me. Even with lube, everything feels too tight.

“Another finger,” Rafe instructs gruffly.

I can instantly tell when Krystian obliges. The stretch becomes even more intense.

Krystian begins to move his fingers slowly—in and out, in and out. My eyes roll into the back of my head as sensations overwhelm me.

“Do you think you can handle me in your ass, shortstack?” Krystian rasps in my ear, sounding just as breathless and hoarse as me.