A sharp gasp leaves both mine and Jax’s lips at the move, Jax holding still to let Kai do it again. And again. And again, until I’m quivering and shaking, crying out his name. He pauses, panting hard, and lets Jax take control whilst he holds me still.
Jax doesn’t hold back, reminding me of just how large and powerful he is with every hard, snapping thrust into my dripping pussy. I let them use me, giving myself over to them completely as they work in symbiosis, wrecking me in the best possible way.
I’m soon unravelling between them, my limbs shaking with the force of my orgasm. Yet they don’t let up, fighting my body’s tightness to keep pounding into me with devastating precision, knowing exactly the right spots to hit to keep me coming over and over again.
“Loki, let’s show our girl what she does to us,” I hear Ash say, voice strained and husky.
Opening my eyes, I see him still standing on one side, dick hard and gripped in his fist as he pumps it with furious speed. I turn my head to the other side to see Loki doing the same, and the thought that they will be covering me with their cum whilst Jax and Kai fill me up with theirs has me whimpering with need.
Fuck, I am literally going to die from too many orgasms.
There are worse ways to go, I suppose.
Kai and Jax speed up, the noise of our bodies slapping together loud in the quiet of the summer afternoon, the sound of the river and music a backdrop to our love-making. Moments later, Jax slaps the side of my arse before going rigid in front of me, the mixture of pleasure and pain forcing me to follow him into oblivion with a scream that accompanies his own roar.
Kai follows soon after, thrusting hard and deep as he pours his release inside me, a pained groan sounding in his throat. First Ash then Loki groan, the hot splash of their climaxes coating my breasts and stomach, triggering another rush of liquid to coat Jax’s dick as I come again.
Utterly spent, I practically fall on top of Kai, Jax slipping out of me with a rush of warm liquid between my thighs. Panting, my heart beats a strong rhythm as I lie back, unapologetic that I could be crushing Kai beneath me. I don’t have to worry for too long as he turns us on our sides, spooning me, his own now soft member slipping from my arse. He holds me to him, uncaring that I’m covered in his friends’ cum, and hugs me close, whispering praise in my ear, melting me completely.
I close my eyes, snuggling into his embrace and letting his love wash over me in a comforting wave. This is where I’m meant to be, in the arms of one of my lovers, my soulmates. Being loved, protected, and cherished by them all.
A dark kernel tries to make its presence felt, trying to drag me back into the nightmare that I’ve only just escaped from. I push it aside, trying to claw back the happy, contented feeling of moments before, but it feels tarnished now, and I can’t help but shiver in the afternoon sun, its warmth not reaching the place where I need it most.
CHAPTERTWELVE
LILLY
The next morning we go to the clinic, and I’m filled with a dizzy relief when the image of my baby appears on the screen, wriggling and moving around like a loon. The doctor declares all to be well, and with a clean bill of health, we go back to the apartment.
The next couple of days go by, the guys showering me with affection and making love to me at every opportunity. I love it, truly, but a part of me yearns for the freedom that I’ve been denied for weeks. To be able to just leave the house and walk around the city, go shopping, or just live unconfined.
The boys try; Loki taking me shopping to all my favourite stores, including Irregular Choice on Carnaby Street, Kai taking me to some amazing restaurants, Jax coming on some walks through the city’s parks, and Ash and I visit the big museums.
It’s wonderful to be back with them, but I can’t help feeling a little smothered as it becomes apparent that I’m not allowed to go anywhere by myself. I understand, hell, I’m worried about being taken again too. However, I feel like I can’t even broach the subject, Ash quickly shutting down any ideas I might have of independence, citing my safety as a cause for concern.
The nights are awful.
I can no longer sleep with them in the bed, waking up covered in sweat and panting, their hands morphing into those of another, unwelcome touch. I take to sleeping in one of the other bedrooms, or on the sofa when sleep just won’t come.
I know they’re worried, the pinched brows and frowns telling me how much. But I can’t find it in me to talk about it, any of it. I can barely think about it without my pulse rocketing and the black tendrils of panic clawing at the edges of my vision, and it gets worse knowing that soon, we have to go back to America. My time here is running out, and the thought of leaving fills me with equal parts relief and dread.
The night before we’re due to return is particularly bad, sleep refusing to come no matter how many sheep I count. Eventually giving up, I head downstairs, the cool quiet of the night feeling oppressive and choking. Unable to stand it a moment longer, I grab my phone, bringing up Roman’s contact and dialling before I can think twice.
“Lilly?” he answers, voice slightly croaky from sleep. “Everything okay?”
I open my mouth to say yes, as I have done for the past few days whenever one of the guys asked, but when tears spring to my eyes, I find that I can’t lie. Not anymore and not to someone who was there.
“Lilly?” he asks again, voice laced with worry.
“I need to get out, Roman,” I tell him, closing my lids as a single drop of sadness trails down my cheek. I hate myself right now, for not wanting them and wanting to escape. “Know any clubs open or parties happening?” He’s silent for a beat.
“Sure, you know Depravity? In Shoreditch?”
I’m nodding before he’s even finished, spying the bags of clothes that I hadn’t yet taken upstairs and run through my outfit choices.
“Yep, I’ll grab a black, taxicab. Gimmie, say, twenty, and I’ll meet you there?” I reply, jamming the phone between my ear and shoulder as I rifle through the bags, spotting a floral mini dress that’ll work for a club.
“Alone?” he questions, his tone guarded.