40. Olivia

Olivia

P retending to be upset so I could run away from Jasper and Rueben worked like a charm, but I’m disappointed they aren’t chasing me around like wild beasts in heat.

The orgasm they gave me doesn’t come close to scratching the itch that I have. In the past week or so, the only thing that is constantly on my mind is fucking, fucking, and then more fucking. It looks like the horny one here is me. Good thing the guys are more than eager to take care of me. And I need them right now.

While going back into the house and finishing what I started with Jasper and Rueben sounds tempting, I have other men to play with. Ansel and Mose left one hour ago to check the electric fence, and I don’t know if they are back, which only leaves…Tyson.

Where can he be? Still in his office, organizing it? Or…lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to fall into his trap?

My thoughts are…wild. A cold shower should help me cool off for a while. But I love that I’m no longer scared to be touched, at least by my men. If not for their patience, I would probably still hate sex.

My gaze roams around the lake. The view from the porch is absolutely breathtaking. Moving here was the best decision we could have made. For a moment I imagine two or three children roaming around, while I watch them, making sure nothing bad happens to them. The thought brings a smile to my face. One day, that will become real.

Tyson’s office is several yards away. He’s been in there since this morning. Now that I think about it, he hasn’t had breakfast. Isn’t he hungry?

I leave the porch and quickly make my way there. Before I enter, I knock once on the door, alerting him that I’m here. No sound comes from inside, so I assume he is lost in thought and probably didn’t hear me, so I go inside.

Just like I suspected, Tyson is staring at the monitor of his computer, trapped in the plot of his new book. His short black hair is disheveled, and he has a five-o’clock shadow, making him appear rugged and incredibly sexy. The T-shirt and shorts he’s wearing leave all his hard muscles on display. But what makes him incredibly hotter are the glasses he now has to wear when he works. His eyes never fully recuperated, but…so help me God, I want to climb in his lap and fuck him right now.

Tyson finally notices me and lifts his gaze to me. His eyes shine with happiness. “I’m still working on setting everything up,” he says, and I finally notice all the unopened boxes sitting in front of the bookcases, “but I stopped only to check something.”

I close the door and go sit on his lap. “You wanted to see how well your new book is doing?”

Tyson chuckles, making my heart leap. “Most reviews are positive.”

“Oh?” I breathe.

His head dips. “Even the readers who were angry that they had to wait for Dante and Selena’s story are now saying the wait was worth it.” His lips almost touch mine, his breath dances across my lips. “You know why?” I gently shake my head. “It’s because of all your help,” he says before his mouth covers mine.

My fingers lace through his hair, and we lose ourselves in the kiss. It’s been hard to forgive Tyson. Harder than it had been accepting Rueben in my life. His tongue pushes past my lips, curling around mine. But I don’t regret my decision, not one bit. I haven’t told him this, but I’m falling in love with him. Not only with Tyson but with the others as well. All of them make me feel…alive, whole, safe, and happy. There are days when I think I’m dreaming because how else can I explain everything?

“Tyson,” I say against his lips because that’s all I can say for now. My heart pushes me to tell him what I feel, but my brain is holding me back. One day, I’ll tell not only him but all of them how much they mean to me and how their love allowed me to be myself for the first time in my life.

Tyson kisses the tip of my nose and then my forehead before asking me, “Do you remember the short story you wrote and I put on my website?”

“What about it?” I wonder.

“All those who read it want more.”

He’s probably exaggerating. I just wrote a quick, steamy romance encounter of several pages, and Tyson acts like I wrote a masterpiece. “I’m not good with words.”

His warm palm cups my cheek. “You are. Do you want me to show you all the comments?” I shrug. “Look at this,” he says, and my gaze goes from him to the computer screen. I start reading comments—to my surprise, Tyson didn’t lie about them—while he takes out something from his pocket, “While you will always be my muse, I want to take our relationship to the next level.” My pulse quickens as I stare at the little blue velvet box. Tyson opens it, revealing a necklace with a butterfly pendant. “Olivia St. Clair, do you want to write together with me?”

It’s not the question I was expecting, but I do suspect being co-authors means more to Tyson than to me. He waits for my reply, his beautiful gaze keeping mine captive. “Yes,” I say with all my heart and lift my hair up so he can put the necklace around my neck.

When the butterfly pendant rests between my breasts, Tyson says, “I love you so much,” before kissing me again.

The kiss goes from soft to passionate in mere seconds, and I straddle him. His palms cover my ass, and he squeezes hard. He wants me just as much as I want him, or more. And we are going to fuck in his office, on his desk, so when he is alone in here writing, he will remember this moment.

I pull my head away. “Are we going to write sex scenes?”

Tyson’s eyes go to my cleavage. The dress I’m wearing is not only short but leaves almost nothing to the imagination. “We are going to write porn so that women can read it like ladies,” he murmurs.

I push my tits into his face, and he groans before covering my exposed skin in kisses. “Is it going to be vanilla or steamy sex?” I ask. Tyson looks up at me. “It’s going to be kinky scenes, right?” I continue with my questions. A grin appears on Tyson’s face. “I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of experience with kinks,” I pretend to be… oh…so very innocent.

Tyson seems to bite the bait as he asks, “Are you wet right now?”

I comb his hair with my fingers before caressing his cheek.“Very. What are you going to do about it?”

His hand goes between my legs, and he runs his fingers along my pussy, and his eyes turn black with lust when he realizes how wet I am. “Oh, Little Queen, the things I’m going to do to you.”

“Like what?” I say before I remove his glasses, put them on the desk, and kiss him.

Our mouths devour each other as Tyson and I finally let free the lust that has been consuming us day and night for the past month. I want his hard cock inside me, fucking me until I’m so sore, he will have to carry me back to the cabin, where the others are waiting for me, and they will make me cum until I pass out from exhaustion.

My hands go to his fly. “I want you inside me right now,” I pant as I try to release his cock from his pants.

Tyson grabs my wrists and lifts my hands above my head, forcing my back to arch. “I will take my time, tasting every inch of your skin before I finally push my cock in your sweet pussy.”

A quivered breath leaves me because I know Tyson is about to fuck me senseless.

His free hand pulls down the front of my dress, revealing my tits. “From the moment I saw you,” he says, while the tip of his finger circles my left nipple, “I imagined what your tits would look like.”

For the past two weeks my tits have been more sensitive than ever and each time one of the guys plays with my nipples it drives me insane. My pussy clenches painfully. “Tyson,” I whimper because I want him to push his dick inside me.

His hand moves to my other nipple, and the tip of his finger brushes against it. “I have jerked myself off imagining my dick between your tits.”

I’ll let him fuck my tits every day if he gets me off right now. His palm weighs my tit. “Your tits are bigger than usual.” Are they? “Absolutely fucking loving it,” he says before taking my left nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I try to rub my pussy against his thigh but he yanks me higher, lifting my ass in the air. I cry out in protest, making Tyson more feral for me. “It was wrong of me to have such filthy thoughts, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“You were only two years older, a teen just like me,” I remind him.

He slaps my tit before rolling my nipple between his fingers. “I was eighteen, I was supposed to know better than to seduce you.” His hand goes from one tit to another, torturing my nipples and making me moan.

“At sixteen, I was old enough to give my consent.”

His hand goes between my legs, his fingers caressing my thighs. “What about now, Little Queen? Do I have your consent now?” My teeth sink into my bottom lip. The inner side of his index finger brushes against my pussy. “Judging from how damp your panties are, you want me to fuck you, but I won’t do it unless you beg for my cock.”

My eyes go wide. “Beg for your cock? Jasper and Rueben are more than eager to fuck me.”

Tyson gently rubs my clit with just the right circular movements. “But you want me.” Before I reply, he says, “Don’t bother denying it because you wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

He is not wrong. I do want him. But I want the others just as much. “I came here with one purpose only.”

Tyson knows what I want as he asks, “Why do you want me to fuck you?”

I blink, confused. “Because I’m horny.”

“That’s all?” He sounds disappointed.

What did he want to hear? That his dick is the best in town and I only want to jump his boner?

“I finally trust you with my body,” I decide to be honest.

Tyson licks the valley between my breasts before kissing me. “I’ve known it for a while now. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have let me touch you so freely all these last few weeks.”

Our gazes collide and despite the haze in my head, I try to think of a better answer for him. His fingers probe my entrance and even if my panties are in the way, I want him to dive his fingers so deep inside me that they reach my cervix.

“Tyson,” I whimper, hoping he will give me what I want.

“Unless you answer my question, I will stop.”

If Tyson stops right now, I’ll fuck everyone else in front of him and after that, I won’t let him touch me for months.

“I already answered,” I huffed, annoyed.

“You came here only because you wanted me to fuck you.” I try to shrug, but with my hands in the air, it’s impossible. “Why bother with me when you had two of my blood-brothers ready to make all your wishes come true?” he insists.

Knowing that he won’t fuck me, even with permission, I finally tell him how I really feel, because I know this is what he is really asking. “I no longer hate you. Not only that, but I’m falling for you.” Maybe my heart never fully let go of him because I’ve been catching feelings for him all over again. Just like in the beginning.

Happiness like I’ve never seen before reflects in Tyson’s eyes. “Say that again.”

I lick my lips because once I say those three words he’s dying to hear, there’s no turning back. “I….” I shake my head, but I can’t continue.

Tyson releases my hands and rubs my shoulders. “We have time. No need to rush.” He might say that, but his voice is thick with emotions.

The necklace that now rests around my neck means so much more than us being co-authors. It represents the beginning of our new life.

Being so vulnerable in front of Tyson is not easy, but my darkness lets me know it is finally time. My brain is still telling me that letting him know what I feel will only bring me suffering, but fuck it. I swallow hard. “I… love…you.” By the end of the last word, I’m basically panting with exhaustion.

Tyson’s palms frame my face. “You are my entire universe,” he says before gently kissing my lips. “You are my Little Queen, but in bed, you will be my little whore, and I’ll fuck you as if the fate of the entire world depends on it.”

Please do.

Tyson chuckles. “Oh, I will, my sweet Queen.”

Did I just say that out loud?

Tyson grabs my hips and lifts me on top of his desk. I push his glasses to the side right in time. His eyes roam my body for a moment before ripping off the dress. Then my panties. I pull at his clothes as well, just as impatient as he is. I’ve dreamed of this moment since that night in the Blood Lodge.

While Tyson removes his T-shirt, I yank down his shorts, and his cock springs free. It’s the first time I properly see his manhood and I take a good long look at it. And he is big. Not like Jasper, but big enough to bruise my insides. No wonder it hurt so badly when he took my virginity. He basically split my pussy in two with his dick.

His piercings make my mouth water, and I want to taste him.

I reach out my hand to touch him, but he moves to the side. “If you touch me right now, I’ll lose the little self-control I have left, and I have yet to taste you,” he says before getting on his knees. “Put your feet on my shoulders and lean on your elbows. I want to look into your eyes when I properly taste you for the first time.”

I put my elbows against the desk, lift my legs in the air, and spread them wide. Tyson groans before his mouth attacks my pussy. My gaze locks with his. His tongue laps at my entrance before going for my clit and circling it.

His demon rises to the surface, wanting to taste me at the same time as Tyson. Growls rumble from his mouth, making my insides vibrate. If he keeps doing that, he’s going to kill me.

“Tyson,” I moan his name loudly.

His tongue moves between my clit and my entrance, teasing me, driving me completely insane. But two can play this game. I cup my tits and pinch my nipples, and Tyson growls even harder. It always drives him and the others wild with lust when I do so. Two of his fingers enter me, slowly fucking me. With his other hand, he rolls my clit between his thick digits while the tip of his tongue flicks on top of it.

Waves of pleasure crash over me, and my entire body trembles. My moans echo around the office.

My pussy is dripping wet, juices running down my skin, and Tyson removes his fingers, grabs my ass, and starts licking every drop before sucking my clit between his lips. His tongue continues its teasing.

His fingers probe at the entrance of my ass. My fear of anal sex is dulled, buried between layers and layers of pleasure. What would it be like to have two of my men fill both my holes at the same time while I suck another in my mouth and my hands stroke the other two?

I keep playing with my nipples while Tyson keeps eating my pussy. When two fingers enter my ass, it only adds to the fire inside me. Maybe letting them fuck my ass won’t be as painful as I think. His fingers move inside me, slowly stretching my ass.

The orgasm hits me unexpectedly. I throw my head back as I scream my pleasure. The bond between us hums stronger than ever, making me feel everything more intensely.

Tyson eagerly swallows every drop of my essence, and it feels like I’m caught in a sea of orgasms. I try to push him away from me, but his grip on me becomes stronger. His tongue continues assaulting my pussy, forcing my body to keep coming.

Black spots appear in front of my eyes, and I start to feel lightheaded. I lay on my back.

“Tyson, give me a moment.” My voice sounds distant.

“I’ve given you plenty. Now it’s my turn,” he sneers against my skin. His fingers leave my ass only to be replaced by his tongue.

My oversensitive body comes again, and everything turns black around me.