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Always us.
Forever us.
Even though she was pissed, wanting to throttle us, what followed after was almost worth her unfiltered fury. I’ll relive that moment for the rest of my fucking life. This wild, erratic, sexy-ass woman meets our darkness, our insanity in every single way.
The way her body reacted to our touch during the sexiest night of my life is something I’ll remember forever. We’ve done a lot of crazy things, but fucking a gorgeous woman over a dead body was a first.
Seeing her down on her knees, covered in blood, sucking our cocks will be ingrained in my mind for the rest of my existence. I’m going to see her fucking Blais while pointing a gun at him in my dreams until I die. Hell, even the way she came alive when Blais was getting her off with that gun could make me come.
God, I wanted to fuck her so bad, I just felt like I didn’t deserve to. I fought back against Ace’s asshole vibe for her, but it didn’t take away the guilt I felt about keeping my relationship with Allie a secret.
Ace probably would’ve killed me if I tried to fuck her that night. I’m lucky that I was able to taste her without him slitting my throat.
The next morning, she sensed something was bothering me, and basically forced it out of me. She spent hours talking to me about how I still deserved her even though I messed up. Then she spent hours showing me with her body how much she believed it.
Warmth spreads across my chest as I look down and see Zamira’s silky blonde hair fanning across her shoulders. She’s nuzzled into my side while Blais’ body presses into her back with his arm draped over her waist. I can see the faint scar of theZshe carved into his stomach, the same one that matches both Ace’s and mine. The same scar that I’ll proudly display any chance I get, letting the world know Zamira Stone owns me. She owns all of us.
It was never a question sharing her with my brothers. She rivals us in every single way, challenging us to be true to ourselves no matter how bad it will be. She’s softened Ace’s harsh exterior enough to let his emotions seep through, showing him they can be a strength and not weakness. She’s given Blais the love that he’s always desired, a true connection without limitations, without conditions or terms. She’s slowly allowing me to see past my need to punish myself for my faults, the need to prevent myself from happiness because I’m undeserving.
She finally got her revenge on us, and it’s genuinely brought us closer than we could’ve imagined. She didn’t truly hurt us, but it was the type of closure she needed. She needed to feel that control and get her retribution on all of the shit we put her through. I wasn’t sure what exactly she had planned for us, but I won’t complain. She looked so sexy having her way with us.
When it came time to mark me, I know she was nervous to do it, but any scar she puts on my body will be welcomed, because she reminds me every day that scars don’t have to be ugly. What followed her little torture session was some of the best fucking sex of my life. Who knew I’d be into getting chained up and controlled by her. She reveals a piece of her dark soul to us every waking day, forever hypnotizing me to her.
I’ll take any piece of her that she’s willing to give me, because I don’t want to be without her. I see the way she looks at each of us, filled with wonder for all the possibilities we have. The way her eyes light up when she’s around us, even when we seem to be at our lowest, reassures me that she truly loves us.
It took a lot for us to get here, but the peace that spreads through me, knows this is exactly where we’re meant to be.
Running my finger over her cheek, I push her hair back so I can see her beautiful porcelain face. She looks so peaceful in her sleep, like she can let go of all the bullshit that’s plagued her life. I trace my fingers along her jaw, and she stirs, moaning and leaning into my touch.
“Mmm. Good morning, big guy.” She inhales deeply, fluttering those gorgeous blue eyes open. The way she’s looking at me causes my heart to stammer in my chest. I’ll never get over the fact that she sees more of me than just what’s on the surface. She looks past the scars, both internal and external, to see the real man I am, the man I want to be.
“Morning, princess.” Her eyes darken the longer she looks at me, letting me know exactly what she wants. None of us have been able to keep our hands off her since that night. I don’t think there’s an inch of her delicious body we haven’t marked.
Cuts, bruises, and welts line her delicate little body as she looks so small in my embrace. She likes the pain just as much as we do, always itching for us to remind her who she belongs to. Her soul has woven itself into ours, merging until we all became one. She was the missing piece to feeling happiness, the key that allows me to be free and loved completely, even if I’m undeserving of it. The need to hold her and never let her go spreads through my limbs the longer we lie here. She belongs to us, just as we belong to her.
She slides her delicate hand down the ridges of my abs, over the thin trail of hair leading into my boxers. Her pale fingers are a contrast against my deep chocolate skin as they dip below my waistband, finding my already hardened cock.
Deep groans rumble in my chest as she squeezes my length, pumping her hand up and down, never breaking eye contact from me. “You don’t play fair, princess.”
“You know I like to be dirty.” She gives me a giant grin, understanding exactly what she’s doing. Behind her, Blais mumbles something, pulling her closer to his body as he squeezes her T-shirt covered breast.
“Did someone say dirty?” Blais lifts his head, biting Zamira’s neck, making her gasp. His pale pink hair sticks out in every direction, with sleepy eyes that are locked on our girl. He slowly moves his hand down her body, finding his way under her panties into her slick folds.
I lean in, giving her a deep kiss. My mouth molds to hers, tongues tangling as she presses further into me. She groans into my mouth, just as I remove her hand from my cock.
“What are you doing?” she whimpers, giving me a pout.
“I want to taste you for breakfast.”My favorite fucking flavor that I can’t get out of my head.Moving her from my side, I slowly slide down her body where Blais continues to play with her pussy. She lies flat on her back, while I grab her lace thong, pulling it clean off her body.
“Fuck, look at how ready she is for us, Blais.” Her pink pussy is glistening, just begging to be eaten. “Look at yourself, Zamira. See just how much this tight cunt wants us.”
She lifts her head, staring at where Blais’ hand cups her. I grab her thighs, opening them wide so I can see every inch of her. Blais continues to rub her clit, while I dip my head, circling my tongue at her entrance. I glide my tongue closer to her clit, meeting Blais’ fingers while we both work the same spot.
“Oh…oh fuck.” She pants heavily, pushing her hips up under our touch.
“Do you like it when Theon tastes you on my fingers, darling?” Blais whispers in her ear, loud enough for me to hear. “Does it turn you on knowing we’re touching each other to get you off?”
“Y-yes. Fuck yes.” Her desperate pleas beg for us to continue. “Shit.” Her back arches off the bed as she moves her hand to my head pressing it deeper. She leans into Blais kissing him passionately while we bring her closer to her orgasm. Her body begins to quiver the closer she gets to her edge.
