48. Chapter Forty Seven

Chapter Forty Seven

Skyla

A fter an emotional day, we all had dinner at my parents’ house and talked a little bit about our lives. And by our lives, I mean that Liam and I opened up. The rest stayed very tight lipped. They aren’t as trusting, and I understand that. They can’t feel the connection I feel. They are on guard, and I know it’s only out of protection for me and themselves.

My mom walked us over to the cottage that they set up for us. The guys were vehemently against it. Ronan explained that we already had accommodations, but my mom insisted, and honestly, I was happy with it. I want to soak up every minute I possibly can with her, with my father, too. Begrudgingly, the guys agreed, and now as we are getting settled, I take a moment to pull my mom to the side.

“When can I tell Steph because…I can’t keep this from her forever.”

“You have to!” my mom urges. “Sky, you can’t tell a soul outside this house. Your father, myself, and the entire coven would be in danger if you did.”

“But it’s Steph. She loves you and grieves you to this day more than I know. She deserves to know.”

“It’s not safe. You have to know that the Brethren has bugged everything from her home to her cell phone.”

I frown. That’s valid. Look at the dorm rooms, our home. We debugged it only for Christopher to want it bugged again. He always has his ear to the ground, or his henchmen. It’s probably how he’s become so powerful in the time he’s been in control.

My heart breaks for Steph but I nod my understanding.

“One day, I hope I can see her again. I miss her so much,” she says with a sad shake of her head. “I’m so thankful she took such good care of you.”

“She really did,” I say with a nod.

“And Henry?” she asks stiffly.

“For most of my life, he was indifferent. Christopher has been a little more…brutal.”

My dad steps into the house, smiling.

“Does anyone need anything?”

When his eyes come to us, he can feel the heaviness of the moment he walked in on and he begins to back pedal.

“It’s okay,” I say. “You can stay. I uh, was telling mom how good to me Steph was.”

“And how bad Christopher has been,” my mom says, forcing my dad’s jaw to clench tightly.

“What has he done to you?” he asks stiffly.

“Mostly psychological mind games, but there was one day…he was punishing Asher, forcing me to watch, and I…protected him.”

Both of their brows furrow as I turn around, pulling down the shoulders of my sweater with a crisscrossed back, revealing my scars. They’re healing well, but they’ll always be there. My mother gasps, and I hear my father exhale savagely as I turn around, fixing the sweater into place.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl,” she says with her hand over her mouth, tears in her eyes as she shakes her head.

“He will get what has been owed to him and his family. One day,” my dad promises.

“The whole family isn’t bad,” I defend as my eyes come to Asher and Ronan who are carrying bags in from the car.

“We can see that,” he agrees. “So many wrongs demand to be righted, though, and he will be at the forefront of the list.”

My dad closes his eyes like it’s physically painful for him to look at me for a moment before he blinks away the anger and smiles.

“We’ll let you all get some sleep and see you in the morning.”

My mom wraps her arms around me, holding me tight.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you too.”

Pulling away, she rubs her hand against my arm gently as my dad lingers awkwardly. So, I make the first move, pulling him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around me, plastering me to his wide chest as he rocks us back and forth, placing a kiss to the top of my head before pulling away.

“Good night, Sky.”

“Night,” I smile as they step out of the house, shutting the door behind them.

A pair of arms wrap around me, resting their chin on my shoulder.

“You okay, baby?” Ronan grumbles into my ear.

“I’m better than okay. I’m so happy,” I say as I look up at him.

He smiles down at me and nods.

“Good, that’s just the way I like you.”

His lips meet mine as I look up at him, his hand sliding up my front before wrapping around my throat to keep me in place. The kiss is so tender, not rushed or hurried. We just enjoy the comfort of one another when I hear some murmuring before the scraping sounds of furniture being moved.

I try to pull away to see, but Ronan doesn’t let me, keeping me in place for several more seconds before he releases me. When my eyes come back to the room, the fireplace is lit and roaring, all furniture moved away from the living room, only leaving a large comforter on the carpet. The guys all watch me with contentment as Wesley is the first to approach. His hands cup my face, holding me tenderly as he brings his lips to mine.

The sound of kissing forces my eyes open, and I find Liam and Asher making out, similarly to how Wesley and I are, before Vincent walks up to me, stealing me from him as he captures my mouth. His tongue wraps around mine, his hand coming to the back of my head to deepen the kiss as he lifts me up into his arms, holding me in the air as my legs wrap around his waist.

Slowly, Vincent lowers me down to the ground, kissing his way down my body as he begins stripping me naked. Article after article of clothing flutters in the air before landing on the ground in a heap as Vincent sits back in appreciation of the work he’s done. I’m laying down, bare naked, and suddenly, I have five sets of hungry eyes on me. Then, all as one, they swarm me. It’s like a feverish need, hands everywhere, mouths everywhere. I can hear kissing between the guys, but I’m so lost in the stimulation of it all I can hardly see straight.

I moan when a tongue licks my pussy, followed by another right beside it. The tongues tangle together as they work me over, and I look down to see Ronan and Wesley, so lost in each other, in me, as they press themselves together, grinding against one another as they continue feasting on me.

Vincent’s mouth is currently wrapped around my left nipple, his teeth nipping at it before licking away the pain. I smile down at him, running my fingers through his hair and he lets out a deep moan when I do. Like my touch alone brings him an insurmountable level of pleasure.

Liam’s lips come to mine while Asher’s move down my neck to my right nipple. Asher’s hand cups my breast as he sucks on me, flicking his tongue against me in a way that has me shuddering.

My first orgasm hits me out of nowhere as I squirm and wiggle against my men. When I settle, I know without a doubt it won’t be my last of the night.

“Flip over,” Vincent commands, laying down and pulling me to him.

I straddle him happily as he pulls off his shirt, tossing it across the room before he makes quick work of discarding his pants. I lift up a little to let him kick them off before he pulls me back down, forcing me to sink onto his cock.

We both groan at that and I can’t help but rock myself against him.

“Fuck, siren. You’re already soaked.”

“Thanks to all of you,” I moan.

“Looks like you don’t have the fanciest cock anymore, baby,” Asher says to Liam as he stares at Vincent’s tattoo.

Liam’s head whips over in outrage as his mouth parts.

“When the fuck did that happen? Vinny you got your cock tattooed?”

“What?” Ronan scoffs as Vincent grunts in response.

“Fuck, color me jealous,” Liam grouches. “Why haven’t you got your cock tatted for me, Ash?”

“I definitely don’t love you that much,” Asher snaps back.

Liam makes a face like he’s deeply hurt but there is a playful look to his eyes.

“You wound me,” Liam says as he reaches for Asher’s shirt, ripping it over his head while Asher does the same. Their hands are everywhere, mouths everywhere, and Liam whispers something into Asher’s ear. He looks at him in shock for a moment before his eyes trace over Liam’s face and he nods.

Asher sinks down to his knees, turning my head to the side and forcing his cock into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his head, bobbing him up and down my throat before gagging and doing it all over again.

“Fuck yes,” Asher groans. “Choke on my cock, princess.”

I do as he says, forcing him further and further down, when I hear a bottle of lube open. I only assume it’s a bottle of lube because, honestly, with five boyfriends, you get used to the sound really quick.

To my surprise, when I flutter my eyes open, I see Liam lining up behind Asher. I try not to make a big deal out of it, but I can feel my eyes practically bulging as Liam attempts to top Asher. I say attempt because this is a really hard angle with Asher basically straight up and down on his knees to accommodate me.

Lowering myself against Vincent more, it allows Asher the room he needs to sink down a little further, arching his back and letting Liam in.

“Shit,” Asher winces as Liam pushes in slowly.

“Oh fuck,” Liam whimpers.

I keep my eyes on them, not wanting to miss a moment of it as Liam runs his hand up and down Asher’s back in a soothing way.

“Goddamnit, Ash!” Liam groans when he’s fully seated inside him. “Your virgin ass is so fucking tight.”

“Your cock is practically splitting me in half,” Asher complains.

I pull my mouth away from him, lifting an eyebrow in amusement.

“Yeah, welcome to the fucking club,” I scoff.

Everyone chuckles at that, and even Asher nods his agreement before I suck him back down my throat.

Slowly, Liam begins thrusting, forcing Asher to buck once.

“FUCK! What was that?” he moans.

“That’s your prostate, baby,” Liam smirks as he angles himself again and again.

Asher’s moans fill up the room as Liam says to the other guys.

“Catch.”

Someone does, popping open the bottle of lube and covering my asshole in it. It’s cold at first but when his finger slides in me easily, I relax around it.

“Oh, she’s already so fucking ready for me,” Wesley smirks.

“Good, because I’m fucking ready for you,” Ronan says as he steals the bottle, covering his cock with lube and forcing Wesley to bend over.

Wesley withdraws his finger, lining the tip of his head up to my ass before pushing in. I tense at the intrusion, the feeling of Vincent inside my pussy, Asher in my mouth and Wesley in my ass is almost too much. I don’t want them to stop, though. Not for anything in the world.

Whimpering, everyone pauses their movements, allowing me to adjust before Wesley finishes pushing inside me. The burning aches for several seconds and it doesn’t ease until Vincent begins playing with my clit. I moan around Asher’s cock at that, and slowly, everyone begins moving once more.

Wesley pushes deep in me once and it forces Vincent to grit his teeth and bow his back. Pulling my mouth away from Asher, I frown at Vincent.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, he’s fine. He can just feel Wesley’s cock rubbing against his and he’s trying not to love it,” Liam grins as he thrusts into Asher, pulling a moan out of him.

“Fuck you, Walcott,” Vincent snarls.

“Once I’m done with Asher, bend over and I’ll blow your fucking mind,” Liam says with a wink as Vincent shakes his head and looks at me.

I lower my voice as I lean down to whisper into his ear.

“Do you like it?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment and then Wesley, being almost as big of a shit as Liam, pushes deep once more, forcing Vincent’s eyes to roll into the back of his head. He begrudgingly gives me a terse nod of the head, and I can’t help but smile at him, pressing my lips to his as Wesley begins fucking me hard. Vincent’s thrusts are staggered and uneven as he attempts to control himself.

Moving my mouth from his, I whisper into his ear.

“It’s okay to enjoy yourself, no one is going to judge you, baby. I promise.”

He looks at me, those slate grey eyes practically shining as he drags my mouth back down to him and moans. Wesley seems to make it his life’s mission to make Vincent fall apart as he angles his cock, rubbing against him through me. I feel Vincent’s hips mimic the motion as he groans and gasps into my mouth.

“You enjoying that cock, Vinny?” Wesley jeers, using Liam’s nickname for him.

Vincent tears his mouth from me, ready to tell him to fuck off or something when Wesley leans over me, inching his face across from him as he goads him.

“C’mon. Just one kiss, for our girl. You know how soaked she gets when we play together.”

Vincent glares at him but he shoots me a quick look. I try to keep my face impassive, but I’m honestly just surprised he hasn’t tried to stab Wesley for suggesting such a thing. Yet.

Wesley lifts his eyebrows in a daring move, that Vincent rolls his eyes at, ignoring him completely.

Pity.

Vincent instead focuses all of his efforts into making me come, and a quick slap against my clit is all it seems to take. I moan and wiggle, smashed between Wesley and Vincent as I fall apart. Wesley thrusts inside me hard, forcing Vincent’s jaw to clench.

I look behind me to see Ronan line up to Wesley, slapping his ass hard as he grumbles into his ear. It’s faint but I can just hear him.

“You trying to make me jealous? Trying to turn me into a savage?” he asks before he slams into Wesley’s ass.

Wes shouts out a pained screech as Ronan does it again and again, fucking him like it’s a punishment. Ronan is essentially setting the pace for all of us now. Especially when Asher drags my mouth back to his cock.

“C’mere. Give me that pretty little cock hole.”

He pushes inside me, and for some odd reason, I’ve never felt more complete. All of us being connected in some way makes everything just feel right. It’s a little difficult with six people, but eventually, we are able to find a rhythm. Dirty talk is spilling from so many mouths I don’t even know what is coming from who.

“Such a good boy for me. Give me that ass.”

“Fuck, you’re choking the life out of my cock. You want that cum?”

“Shit, siren. You’re leaking all over my lap.”

Alright, well obviously that last one was Vincent, and he’s not wrong. I’ve never been this wet in my life. I’m like a fucking fire hydrant that can’t be turned off. I don’t want to be either.

“Fuck, princess,” Asher grits. “You and Liam are gonna make me come,” he moans.

“Hell yes, we are. Be a good girl and cup his balls, babygirl,” Liam says.

Somehow, I’m able to maintain my balance as I do, cradling Asher’s balls as Liam litters his skin with kisses and picks up his pace. Asher moans once, twice, and by the third one, I feel his warm salty cum running down my throat. I drink him down quickly as he fucks my face and Liam follows right alongside.

“Ash! Fuck, fuck! Yes,” he moans as he fills Asher.

I watch as Asher thrusts his ass back into him like he’s trying to milk every last drop out of Liam, and it’s so hot. Turning my head away from Asher, I look behind to see Ronan and Wesley making out, or trying to. Wesley has his head turned at an awkward angle as Ronan tries to close their distance. I see their tongues touching midair more than anything, but seeing someone like Ronan, who I never could have imagined like this, is just…perfection.

Ronan smacks Wesley’s ass as he fucks him, harder and harder, until Wesley is bucking into me, moaning and groaning in Ronan’s mouth. Turning my head, I face Vincent as he opens his arms to me.

“Come here, siren. Come lay with me.”

I do as he says, laying my chest against his and poking my ass up as much as I can for Wesley as Vincent and I lose each other in our kiss. I feel the moment he loses it. It’s the same moment that Wesley does that same wiggling motion again. Vincent’s cock twitches inside me before Wesley’s does the same.

Like the filling inside a very delicious and erotic sandwich, both men fall apart, Vincent’s hand reaching between us as he begins slapping at my clit. I buck at the feeling, almost pushing Wesley out of me as Vincent does it again and again, sending me falling apart on the fourth smack.

This orgasm, for some reason, is far more violent than the ones before. I practically shake the walls with my screaming. No doubt someone is going to assume I’m being murdered in here. Which will be an awkward conversation if it comes up, seeing as my mom and dad’s cottage is less than five hundred feet away.

Ronan’s release comes seconds after mine, his vicious groans rivaling the loudness of my own as he fucks Wesley’s ass hard and deep before slumping over his back, riding out the pleasure.

When we all still, only heavy breathing can be heard for several seconds before Liam speaks up.

“I’m being serious, Vinny. I’m jealous. I’m getting a kiss one day.”

We all laugh at that, except for Vincent, who flips Liam off. The rest of the night is spent with an insane amount of aftercare, cuddles all around, and the best sleep of my entire life.