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CHAPTER 32 - ASTRA

S and kicked up on the beach as my four gorgeous boyfriends and I set up our beach picnic. Pascal arranged the shade cabana and put on the tunes for a relaxed day lazing on the beach. Knoxe carried the cooler full of chilled drinks, handing them out once we were organized. Tor lugged a box of snacks, sitting them on a little bamboo table. Raze sported the chairs and positioned them facing the water, rumbling so loud he sounded like the motor on a boat. I laid down towels for anyone who wanted to sunbathe and got out my paperback—romance, of course—and sunblock.

“Can you pass me my hat, Supergal?” Tor asked. “I don’t want to get any premature lines on this handsome face.”

Such a classic Tor line.

I snorted at him, reached into my bag and pulled the straw sunhat out for my bad boy fiancé, settling it on his head, kissing him, then tugging it down playfully.

I hadn’t stopped smiling since his proposal last week. Nor had I stopped examining the gorgeous ring he fashioned with the mermaid pearl to symbolize all the trials we went through and came out on top.

He righted the hat, then proceeded to model it with different poses. “What look should I go for? Wanky tourist?” He tightened the drawstring and made himself look dorky. “Sexy yacht playboy?” He set the hat normally on his crown. “Rich sugar daddy?” He twisted it sideways and made sex eyes at me and heated the space between us.

The rest of my men voted for yacht playboy.

I laughed and tipped the back down slightly. “None of those. How about hot criminal?”

“Okay.” Tor leaned in a kissed me slowly, melting me. “But tomorrow I’m rich sugar daddy.”

I snorted again and grabbed the sunblock.

I loved my future husband and was beyond excited for us to get married, but we agreed to put it off for at least a year, content with enjoying our freedom and getting ourselves settled into our new lives.

I kind of hoped the time would encourage Knoxe and Pascal to come around to the idea. Knoxe wasn’t in a hurry, and Pascal needed time to adjust to his new settings and routine. As for Raze, we were already married in his eyes, and didn’t need a ring to prove it when I carried his mating bite.

“No, you don’t.” Tor confiscated it. “I’ll do that.”

He squirted dots on my shoulders and back, rubbing them in, throwing in a massage at the same time. I loved having a physiotherapist for a boyfriend to crack my back or neck kinks and release my tight muscles.

“Mmm,” I moaned, tilting my head to the side.

Knoxe dropped to the towel beside me. “Well, if Tor gets to be rich sugar daddy then I want to be a hot mafia don.”

Someone enjoyed our role play of capo and pregnant girlfriend more than he cared to admit. He played along at least once a week, and I loved the change in my fierce man.

“That suits you.” I leaned over to fire kisses on his mouth.

I removed my engagement ring, storing it in my straw beach bag, and got busy covering him with lotion, taking extra time on his pecs and biceps when they were two of my favorite parts of him below the neck. Above the neck, I loved his sexy scar, fierce eyes, and brutal mouth.

“And I want to be a dark, mysterious werewolf biker,” Raze pitched in, landing behind Tor, lathering him in sunscreen.

Oh, Raze had that vibe down pat.

“Hot,” I complimented him, and the pleasant vibration of his chest picked up speed and volume.

Pascal nestled in front of Knoxe for his turn. “Then I’m Hot Misunderstood Rockstar.”

We all cheered at that one as it suited him the most.

I loved that they all picked romance tropes for me. Tor immediately got onboard with my novel fetish and played along. Pascal appreciated the storytelling and character development because of his nerdy passion for comics. It took a lot of convincing for Knoxe and Raze to mildly accept my fantasies, but eventually, they came around, and now I was the warrior Fae princess central to our Friday night romps.

Our sunblock application turned a little steamy and thank fuck we picked a remote location to vacation, because we indulged in a quick Guardian’s sandwich frolic on the sand before sinking into the water for a swim.

Raze and Knoxe were the first to brave the water, hitting me with thirst traps of their glistening, slick, hard bodies, drawing me into the water for a skinny dip and some more fun.

Once we finished, we lounged on our beach chairs or reclined on our towels. Knoxe and Raze discussed plans to build more cabins at the sanctuary for Liv and Dash. Pascal jotted down new music in a notebook inspired by our getaway. I lay on my belly, my legs crossed, reading my latest Sugar Daddy novel, which Tor got me as a surprise. Hence his recent obsession with them. Rolled on his front like me, my witty Superguy indulged in the latest Captain Victorious comic.

In that moment, the meaning behind the comic character’s name signified my victory in not only winning the hearts of my four bad boys and forming my own my harem, but in achieving everything I set out to accomplish at the start of my Guild career. Landing my dream job with conditions I got to set.

“Thirsty, Songbird?” Pascal took a break from his composing to lift my drink for me.

“Please.” I took the straw in my mouth and sipped.

He returned my bottle after I was done with it, and brushed my arm while I read, humming to me, putting me into a deep state of relaxation.

Tor fed me grapes, rock melon, and watermelon. Raze scrubbed my legs with sand to exfoliate them and relish his connection to the Earth. Knoxe leaned on his side, his towel at the head of mine, Tor’s, and Pascal’s. His gentle fingers traced my jaw, chin, neck, shoulders, hair, everywhere he could lying in that position.

All my men spoiled me this vacation, and I never wanted it to end. I didn’t need to be a real princess like Luna when my men treated me like one.

In fact, they hadn’t stopped doting on me since our release, spoiling me with romantic gifts, chocolate, flowers, candy, teddy bears, making up for lost time. They drove me down to Sydney for a day stay, the first consisting of shopping for a new wardrobe and makeup, since I went without it for the better part of a year and a half. On our second day, we hunted for furniture to liven up our home—Knoxe’s idea, since I loved color.

And speaking of color, Knoxe bought me a gift voucher to get to a spa, and I booked in to get a full-body massage, my hair recolored, and a manicure. Boy, did I enjoy sinking into the salon chair to get my hair shampooed and scalp massaged. I came out floating and feeling like a million bucks when I had do it on the cheap within the prison.

My men didn’t go without some special gifts from me. I got Tor a custom bookcase for his comics, Knoxe new tools to finish restoring the car he’d been working on for two years, Raze a new hiking backpack, and Pascal new editing software to format the songs he composed.

It turned into a bit of a post-prison lovefest with my men getting each other things to make our home feel more like ours. The open-plan space was large enough for us to convert some of it for specific purposes, modeling new walls for new rooms. The first we fashioned into a recording studio for Pascal, complete with soundproofing, which he didn’t expect and cried happy tears. Then they built a gym for Knoxe and fitted it with everything he needed to work out. Next came the nerd reading corner for me, Tor, and Pascal, freeing Knoxe and Raze of headaches from listening to us rave about theories for our favorite comic heroes.

Last came a mini garden on our balcony for Raze, complete with a sand pit, baby pool, and herb garden for him to connect to the Earth. Okay… he might have gotten teased a lot for the baby pool because he was too big to sit in it, but he managed to fit his feet in, soaking them in it. He took the razzing in stride, appreciating that the guys accommodated his need for the wilderness wherever he rested his head.

The house felt warm and special compared to the cold stone of the prison. We made sure it suited our styles with all the modifications, and in time, we’d add to it with art and a coat of paint. It gave us space to be alone when we needed it or spots to hang out together. We had plenty of room to host dinners with friends or family when they came to visit with a spare room for them to crash.

A soft breeze drifted off the low tide, and I luxuriated in it, given the balmy Hawaiian spring temperatures. This was definitely the life, and I could get used to it. We’d have to pencil in some more vacation time in six months or so, after we returned to work after a much-deserved break.

Knoxe’s head dipped back, and he put his hat over his face to take an unconventional nap. Now that we were out of the dangerous prison environment, he could drop his guard and finally unwind. I flicked the page of my book and dragged my fingernails along his arm well after he snored softly.

Tor got bored reading after an hour and played frisbee with Pascal. His body strengthened every day, and he challenged himself to different activities every week to get back to his prior level of fitness. My heart stretched wide watching them laugh and play in a carefree way they hadn’t been afforded when locked up.

Raze stayed to protect his Alpha and mate, and I snuggled up between his legs, soaking up his soft touches. Tomorrow we had a hike planned in the morning, then snorkeling in the afternoon, and surfing lessons the next day. Our two-week vacation was already packed with activities. One week on the island, the second on the mainland, where we’d kayak, paddleboard, and go for a bike ride along the coast to satisfy my sporty men and wolf.

When Knoxe woke an hour later, the five us went for a stroll along the beach, climbing the rocks, investigating rock pools, and beachcombing, collecting shells, dried starfish, and coral to take home for Raze’s garden. We stopped at frequent intervals for kisses, cuddles, or my men spinning me, making me shriek and laugh. Of course, Knoxe and Tor stole some five chili pepper kisses when I was with Raze or Pascal.

“You teases!” I said to them, enjoying watching their bromance evolve.

“Don’t be jealous, Supergal.” Tor’s lips were red and swollen when he parted from Knoxe. “There’s plenty of love for you. Isn’t there, babe?” He lifted me into the air and took my breath away with a long, deep kiss.

“Endless.” Knoxe sandwiched me between their bodies and kissed me on my neck and mouth, making sure I wasn’t left out.

“What about you two?” I gestured between Raze and Pascal.

Raze glanced at Pascal with a raised brow. “I’m game if you are.”

Pascal didn’t need any convincing and marched up to Raze, clasped the back of his neck and brought him down to meet his lips for a solid forty seconds.

Raze broke away panting and smiling, respecting Pascal’s space. “I want another one of those tonight, brother.”

“You’re on.” Pascal grinned and brushed his bottom lip with his thumb in the sexiest move possible for him.

“Yes, yes, and yes!” My vagina clapped with anticipation for our bedroom antics, and I wished the sun would hurry up and set already.

Raze and Pascal touched each other, but never fucked, and I was dying to watch them explore together. To support Pascal through his sexual awakening. Holy hell, tonight was going to be a night to remember.

At the end of our exploration, Tor buried my wolf in the sand, and they laughed their heads off.

“How old are you two?” I chuckled at them as they made sandcastles.

“We’re never too old for fun, Supergal.” Tor flicked a lump of wet sand at me that landed near my feet. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”

They certainly lived it up like they were teens again after losing four years of their young adulthood to the Guardians.

Hungry after our walk, we went back to our cabana and ate the sandwiches we prepared and finished off most of the fruit. The bread was a warm welcome after all the heated meals of the prison.

“This is so good,” I cooed to my men. “I’ve missed bread. The last time I ate it was at the Academy.”

“I snuck some on my weekend passes from the prison,” Tor confessed.

“Same.” Knoxe twisted his chicken and coleslaw sandwich.

“Ditto.” Pascal took another bite of his ham and salad sandwich.

“Don’t normally eat the stuff.” That didn’t stop Raze from plowing into his chicken and avocado treat. He was used to eating meals heavy on meat and vegetables.

We took it easy for the afternoon, alternating between brief stints of tanning, taking dips in the water and taking it easy under the cabana.

My body started to swelter and give off serious heat as I dove into a spicy scene of the Sugar Daddies involving a quickie in a changing room.

Knoxe must have felt it nuzzling beside me and removed an ice cube from his cocktail and slid it along my belly.

I hissed and squeaked, rolling over, smacking him. “You’re interrupting my dick-cation reading.”

“Dick-cation?” Tor grinned. “I want in on that!”

The word dick lit a blaze in Knoxe’s chocolate eyes. “Stay there, Sunset. I’ll give you some dick-cation.”

Okay, maybe I could forgive him for the ice.

Knoxe licked off the trail of water melting on my flesh, and the water practically sizzled off my skin.

Oh, yeah. Dick-cation kicked up into another gear!

He rolled me onto my stomach and slid the ice cube along the tops of my arms, down to my shoulder blades, down the center of my spine, circling it at the base of my ass. The cube cooled my skin, and I hissed again, only for him to scorch me with his tongue.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Sunset. Look at this round ass.” Rough palms squeezed a handful of me. “Would you like a dick-cation here?” He tickled my back entrance, and I squirmed. “Or here?” His hand slid under my pelvis and tickled the top of my pussy.

I groaned and ground into his hand, showing him where I needed him. “We didn’t bring any lube with us for a little backdoor play.”

“I’ll get it.” Tor snapped to his feet, kicking up sand behind him as he jogged back to our beachside villa to get it.

Three sets of hands and mouths dropped to my body to kiss, lick, bite, and suck me all over, filling in the time until Tor returned with an extra packet of condoms and bottle of glow-in-the-dark lube we used when in prison.

“Get your sexy ass in the water.” Knoxe spanked my butt. “We’re gonna fuck you until you’re boneless and lose your voice.”

I climbed to my feet, backing away. “You’ve got to catch me first!” Because what girl didn’t want a bit of primal play action?

Luna had a hot chase in the Academy’s forest during a class, and ever since, I’d been longing for one. What better way for one on the beach?

Raze’s eyes flashed silver, the challenge enticing his beast, and he jumped to his feet.

I didn’t wait for the rest of them and raced away down the beach, squealing as my wolf caught up, and I dodged his attempt to catch me. He let me run, growling at my heels, his fingers grazing my skin, but always letting me get away.

Knoxe rounded on me and cornered me between the four of them, and my pussy soaked my bikini bottoms. “We’ve got you now, Sunset.”

Before they closed in on me, I broke away, squealing with delight as they gave chase. Tor was hot on my heels and caught my arm and spun me, and I crashed into his chest. He kissed me, spanked my ass, then released me.

I made it another five steps when Knoxe’s arms circled my waist and lifted me off the sand, circling me. He bit my neck and then sucked at the pain. I was out of his arms and off again, sprinting as fast as my bare feet could carry me.

Pascal seized me next, hauling me into his arms, slapping my ass?—

a move I didn’t expect, and it made me hotter and wetter for them all. He lowered me to the sand, leaned down and kissed me soft and sweet, then relinquished me.

Raze held back all this time, finally crushing me in his arms, lifting me over his shoulder, and carrying me into the water, dropping to his knees and letting me slide into the cool sea. My skin sighed at the refreshing touch.

My men took turns in pressing me between their warm bodies and kissing me until I was breathless and so turned on, I’d burst if they didn’t pleasure me.

“I love you, Sunset.” Knoxe licked at the back of my neck.

“Love you too.” I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“My Songbird.” Pascal claimed my mouth and my breath, kissing me long and hard, his objections a thing of the past.

Knoxe untied my bikini bottom, tearing it away from my hips, and Pascal ground his hardness into me. I loved that my men let Pascal take charge and go first when for months he came last. Loved that they showed him this respect and fairness.

Pascal bonded me to his cock while Knoxe took care of my clit, bringing me to orgasm with blinding speed.

My men shared me, taking me rough and fast, slow and gentle, then carried me back to our accommodations to fill the rest of our day with hot sex. When they finished having their way with me, they tangled themselves over my slack body.

I was living my own damn romance story. One complete with four incredible men, villains, action, magick, hot hate sex, even hotter relationship sex, and the best damn happy ever after a girl could ask for.

Thank you to my wonderful readers for sticking with Astra and her team. I’m going to enjoy some sun, sand, and waves with Evil Skyler.

Keep reading if you want some bonus chapters. One’s Pascal and Knoxe having that hook up… wink wink.