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Chapter 17
Within momentsI was backed up to the bed and helped to sit down on it. The lights in the room were low and cast a golden glow over all of us and everything. I loved how mellow and beautiful it made each of my boys. Like variations of manhood, or Greek gods representing the myriad of human emotions.
Kingston was home and protection with his fierce need to dominate and keep me close.
Archer was the trickster, with his light hearted humor and ever changing desires.
Valen was my god of love and devotion, with his perfect, full lips and focus on my emotional needs.
And then there was Ryker, the dark aspect of war. The violent one who could call lighting down before clearing the skies and offering you brilliant sunshine after a storm.
I had them all, and I felt for them all, also in varying degrees but growing every day. Changing every day.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, princess,” Ryker said, standing back again as he looked me up and down.
“She is, isn’t she?” Kingston said with pride, as if I belonged to him and only him.
I didn’t, of course. And now I realized my part in the pantheon we represented. I was the storm. I was the mutable aspect of chaos. I was the changeable heart that fluctuated between needing protection, humor, passion, and violence.
I was all aspects rolled into one small body, the body of a girl in this world that was so dangerous for those like me.
So I needed them, but more than that, I wanted them. I wanted each and every one of them and I wanted them now.
“She’s perfect,” Valen said, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.
“She’s the most incredible girl I’ve ever met,” Archer said without a trace of humor. He was all seriousness when it came to me. “And I want to watch her suck your cock, Kingston. Will you suck his cock, Ev?”
I nodded voicelessly and drifted my eyes up to Kingston’s face. He was standing directly in front of me. “I will,” I said with barely a whisper. “I want to so bad.”
I lifted my hands and slid his fight shorts down his hips, waiting for that moment where his massive cock would spring free. It was always such a delight when it happened, and it always surprised me how perfect it was.
It did, at last, and I exhaled slowly. I licked my lips and looked up at Kingston again, then each of them, landing at last on Ryker’s face. “Do you want to watch me?”
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned and I loved the way he sounded pained. As if it was killing him to not touch me, to not fuck my face and let me drink his cum. It was so powerful, having that effect on four incredible men.
I moved forward and licked the head of Kingston’s dick, tongued it and slid along the slit. Kingston moaned and moved his hips towards me, but I put my hands on his hips and kept his movements under my control.
Archer grabbed a handful of my hair and wrapped it around his hand, holding my head still. “I’m going to guide you,” he said, his voice thick with lust and emotion. “I’m going to get him off using you, babe. Do you want that? Does that make you hot?”
I nodded and breathed out a single word. “Yes.”
So Archer fisted my hair, and without warning, pushed me down the shaft of Kingston’s cock.
I gagged as it hit the back of my throat, but he didn’t let up.
“Relax your muscles, Ev,” he said. “You can do it, let it slide past that part.”
“Open your throat, buttercup,” Valen said and held his hand against my neck. “You’re too tight here, just breathe and let it happen.”
His hand closed around my throat with the slightest pressure, but I felt stuck, caught by the two of them.
I felt used and captured, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. I wanted to feel powerful in my life, but when it came to these boys, I could let myself feel used and powerless.
I followed their directions and did what they said. And the next time Archer moved my face down Kingston’s cock, I was able to take more of it. We kept this up over and over until I was able to handle most of it without gagging. I felt impressive, as if I was a natural at blow jobs. If there was a test, I would pass with a perfect score.
Like everything else in life, I was an overachiever when it came to giving head. Not that Kingston seemed to mind.
“Fuck, Evie, I’m gonna come,” he said after a few moments, and he put his hands on my head. I stayed still with three guys touching me, holding me in place. I worked my throat so I could draw Kingston deep into his release, and at last he grunted and pulsed his hot load into the back of my throat.
