Chapter 4

Four

Magnolia

C uriosity as to why these men have decided I am the one plagues my brain. There are only so many reasons a man wants to start a family: love, duty, and to claim a woman as theirs.

I get a sense it’s all three things with my men.

Danika rises to his full height and reaches out to close the curtain, sealing us inside our private booth. Blue light slowly brightens to give us a cozy atmosphere. The moans of ecstasy are muffled beyond the heavy material. With no outside interference, they smell like forbidden love dipped in an irresistible love potion.

Inside here, the heat is cranking up and the harsh breathing between the four of us shoots wild energy to my core. Like something primitive lives inside me and the sight of these strong forbidden men makes me want to ride them until my body is fully sated and I am carrying their baby. I have my doubts about it coming easy. I’ve been on the pill for a while now to regulate my monthly cycle. It will take a bit for the medicine to leave my system. But there’s no harm in trying.

“That wicked glint in your eyes and the way you bite that lip has me wondering what naughty ideas are floating around in that brain of yours.”

Oliver pulls me off the sofa and finds the edge of my cashmere dress. He inches it up to find me bare underneath.

“I didn’t like the lines they made underneath the dress.”

Danika tips my chin up and captures my gaze with his. “You never need to apologize for being ready for your men.”

Callused hands glide up my bare thighs, over the plump flesh of my ass and then higher until they settle over my womb. “I’m going to savor every second of putting our seed inside here. Seeing you grow with our child. You’ve already stolen our hearts. When we see you round and glowing our souls won’t stand a chance. You’ll command those too.”

Pulses of heat flood my system. “Oliver, Danika, Rune. I belong to you all. Please don’t break me.”

“We will not break you, petals. We are going to ruin you for any other man.”

And just like that, Rune turns the temperature between us from hot to scorching. Fear, excitement, and hot lusting pulses all merge inside me.

“Do your worst to me.” I don’t know who the sassy-mouthed woman is, but I am starting to like this version of myself.

Rune kneels in front of me, and Oliver pulls me to lean back into his arms while his friend hooks a thigh over his shoulder.

Oliver reaches down my body and moves the last bit of dress away from the apex of my thighs to fully reveal my freshly-waxed folds. Rune shifts back slightly and when the heat of his gaze caresses me I grow wetter. He widens my legs and gives a low growl of appreciation at the sight.

I gauge his expression, but I don’t know what I am worried about. There isn’t a time this man doesn’t love going down on me. The light inside the private booth isn’t the greatest but the fixtures running along the edges of the top and the floor illuminate the glittering need in his eyes.

Unable to stop myself, I trail the tips of my fingers over Rune’s chin. A light stubble has grown since he last shaved. Will it chafe my thighs? Will he kiss it better if it hurts?

He slips a finger through my folds and passes the roughened pad over my clit.

His hooded gaze flicks up to mine. “All these sweet juices are for us?”

“Every last drop, Rune.” I trace my fingers over the ridges of his braid wishing I could loosen the long lengths and run my fingers through his hair.

“You seem possessed every time you are about to…” How do I put this and not sound crass?

“Eat you, petals? Say it. Talk dirty to me and say what I am about to do to you.”

“Eat me,” I repeat, feeling a flush coming on. “You’re about to go down on me and eat my pussy. But why do you look like I could be your last meal on earth, and you would be happy?” I know. I feel the same way about them, but a fragile part of me wants to hear how much they want me, so I give in to my weakness, just a little.

Rune’s gaze draws past my bare stomach to land on mine. “Because that’s how addiction works.”

“To me?”

He traces the tip of his tongue over the crease of my folds and stops shy of reaching my clit. A shudder of anticipation runs through me.

“Rune!” I gasp.

“You sound doubtful.”

“Curious,” I counter.

“Hold her open for me, Rune.”

When Rune does what Danika asks, my criminal lover drags his finger through my folds and passes the roughened pad of his thumb over my clit.

A deep, sultry sigh is instant and dragged out of me without consent.

They do that to me. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

Danika’s hooded gaze flicks to mine, and he rubs the pad of his wet finger over my lower lip. “Taste and find out for yourself,” he commands deeply.

I latch onto the challenge in his tone. I try to stay calm under the weight of his gaze as I open for him, but my blood pressure goes wild at the taste of myself. It’s not the first time I’ve tasted myself. It’s the smoky smoothness of his voice, the surroundings, and the heat in Danika’s gaze that have me losing my breath.

But what really sends me over the edge is the way Danika takes my face in his hands and claims my lips in a harsh, fiery kiss.

Tongue, lips, and teeth all clash together. Ragged breathing and thrashing hearts. My hands fly to his chest. Not to push him away, but to take a hold of his shirt and rip the buttons open so I can finally have more skin on skin.

Tiny buttons fall to the carpet and not until I have my hands on his inked pecs do I feel the urgency in me calm a fraction.

He’s been nothing but gentle with me until now. Maybe fear of scaring me away has kept his rougher side locked away, but I like this side of him.

Teeth find the tender flesh of my lower lip. He bites down and there’s nothing I can do. There’s nowhere to escape. The pinch of pain shoots through me and then he’s there soothing it away with swipes of his tongue.

Between my legs Rune has found what he wants too.

He licks me from pussy to clit over and over again. Licking, sucking, and grabbing tender flesh to bite.

I moan and ride his face in slow sways of my hips. Fingers dip under my ass and I am held open like fresh fruit at a Sunday brunch. With my legs splayed wide and my ass bare, I have little control over this situation. Behind me Oliver’s hard cock digs into the crease of my ass. He rocks slowly as if to warm me up to the idea of them taking me there, too. They promised it would happen but have yet to deliver on their word.

Danika’s breath mixes with mine. I breathe in as he exhales, and he does the same. There’s no end to him and no beginning to me. I try to calm my heart from tearing a hole through me, but they have it racing uncontrollably.

He breaks away and presses his forehead to mine. “You’re my fucking end and my beginning, woman. You’re going to send us to hell one day.” He puts a hand to my throat. Strong, unyielding fingers tighten their hold on me. I’m held against Oliver with Rune between my legs.

“Who do you belong to, Magnolia?”

Inside my head a voice screams danger. Instinct brings my hand to his thick wrist.

“Magnolia, I asked you a question.”

I have no hope of ever fighting him off. But I don’t find an ounce of malice in his expression when I shoot my eyes to his. There is nothing but pure, controlled dominance.

And love.

I’ve never wanted to sink to the floor and find my submissive pose in my life and this man makes me want to be that for him.

I raise my chin. My heart jackhammers. Nightmares come rushing forward and it takes all my strength to fight them back into the darkness of my mind. I realize the feeling differs completely from the last man who tried to shut off my air supply.

“You, Danika. I belong to you and your best friends. Now show me who you belong to.”

I rock my hips and the fingers on my throat tighten one at a time until white dots dance through my vision.

“Danika,” I plea softly, knowing this is a side of my lover he’s never shown me before.

He brushes his lips over mine. “Use your words, Magnolia. Tell us what you need, beautiful.”

A wash of heat comes over me. “You. I need you to make me…oh!” It’s hard to speak around his hold on my neck. I gasp, buck, and throw my hands out to grab onto anything and anyone I can reach. I’m falling and the blast of energy rushing through me is beyond my control.

I enter a level of bliss as my core tightens and my eyes slip closed.

Behind me, Oliver keeps me steady for his friends, and thank God for that, because the words out of Danika’s mouth leave me weak in the knees.

“Come for us, beautiful. Come for your husbands-to-be.”

Rune flicks my clit mercilessly, yanking a gasp of surprise from me while I’m stuck on the word husbands.

Tingles run through every cell. There’s not a part of me that doesn’t feel like I am flying. I scream and thrash against them. I am close. I hear Rune’s name as it falls off my tongue but can’t believe it’s my voice. Husky, greedy, turned on to the max.

I can feel my blood pumping through me, the flow carrying my need for release to every muscle in my body.

Danika’s fingers never leave my throat and when his lips touch mine again he steals my breath for himself.

With a kiss.

Between my legs, Rune slows to a maddening pace making me wait while his friend’s lips move over mine in a searing hot claim. My mouth falls open for him and Danika moves in taking what he wants. Our energies collide, fuse, and break apart to do it all over again.

“I need to come,” I beg and whimper. “Please make the pain stop. It burns. The heat. It’s way too much.”

“Come for us, beautiful,” Danika urges in a deep voice that is honey over my senses. “Don’t be selfish. Drip those juices all over Rune’s face. Give us what is ours.”

My eyes fly open to land on a piercing set of gray ones.

And I come undone. My body turns molten under the flash of heat in his gaze. And my body does exactly what he commands it to do.

I use Oliver’s strength and let go. He holds me tight, whispering sweet words into my ear in his family’s language. I cry out as heat floods my core. Hot liquid spills to wet Rune’s face and he doesn’t stop drinking in my release until my harsh breaths soften.

Danika’s hand falls from my throat. He steps back and tosses his suit jacket to the side. Then starts on his tie. His shirt hangs open and I watch as he peels back the lapels to reveal hardened muscle. Those gray eyes shine with dark promises to fulfill.

“Not yet, our sweet flower. You’ve made a mess all over Rune. What do you think you should do?”

Oliver drags my attention back to Rune. My juices shimmer over his chin and mouth.

“I should clean him,” I suggest.

“Good girl.”

Oliver helps me to my knees. “Come here, petals. I want to share your honey, but first…”

He gathers the end of my dress and pulls it over my head, tossing it to join Danika’s jacket.

Rune kneels in front of me, trails a finger through my folds and smears my juices over each nipple.

And then he makes me scream.

Warm lips wrap around one taut peak and then the other.

“Spread for me. Put your hands on his shoulders and clean all that sticky sweetness off his chin.”

I buck my hips as he sinks two fingers into my tight channel.

I grab his wrist and ride him. “But how can I focus when you do that to me?”

“Magnolia,” he murmurs with authority.

The arrogant smirk on Rune’s lips is one-third sultry and two-thirds daring me to chicken out.

I put a hand on either shoulder, raise to my knees and run the tip of my tongue over the crease of his lips. The tang of my release hits my tastebuds instantly.

He tilts his chin to the side and points to where he wants me to clean next. “Here, petals, and here.”

Between my legs, Rune finger fucks me with slow, forceful thrusts. Behind Rune, Danika reclines on the sofa watching while he strokes his thick, heavy cock.

I follow Rune’s lead and lick a droplet of my cum off his skin. He tastes of wicked need mixed with heady desires. I pass my tongue over another droplet and don’t stop until I’ve cleaned up my mess.

“Good girl.” His words give me a boost of euphoria.

“Come.”

Rune pulls me off the floor and places me over Danika’s lap. No, take a moment to catch your breath or let’s get fully undressed before we do this.

They want what they want and right now I think that is to be balls deep inside me and fast.

Danika holds the head of his cock to my entrance, and I slide over him until he’s fully stretching me to the max. “I’m going to get your pants wet like this.” It’s an odd thing to worry about but Danika doesn’t seem bothered by the idea of wearing my release on his clothes.

“Good. Give me everything you have, beautiful.” His fingers hold my hips as he moves inside me. Callused fingers glide up my sides to settle over my breasts. He takes the ample weight and tightens his hold around them like he had my throat a moment ago.

His touch turns punishing until I feel my pulse in the ends of my breasts. His teeth latch onto the tight tips and when he bites down my core clenches around his shaft. We both sigh and groan at the same time.

“Danika!” I cry out and ride him through my climax. Pulse after pulse I clamp around him, dripping all over the sides of his pants.

When I can breathe again I say, “I like this darker side of you.”

“I promised you there was pleasure to be found in pain.”

“You did.” I place my hands on his, and help him squeeze my breasts. “Do it again. Please,” I beg. And he does.

I shudder, completely spellbound by all the new sensations bombarding me.

“Easy baby, we have all night.” Danika slows his thrusts and fucks me with languid strokes until my heart rate eases out of dangerous territory.

Behind me, Rune and Oliver shed their shirts, but there’s something sexy about the way they’ve left their pants on, too. They’ve only opened the zipper and slid themselves out. Like this is forbidden yet happening no matter what.

They come to sit next to us. I reach for each of them, and they help me keep my balance as I ride their friend.

“Danika!”

“Come one more time for me and then I’ll give you what you want, our beautiful flower.” His hands move to my hips, and he thrusts up into me until I’m screaming his name.

His head falls back and the groan of masculine pleasure that comes from his mouth causes goosebumps to flush across my heated skin. Ropes of hot seed spill into me and I feel every jerk of his shaft inside me. His fingers slide into my hair, and he pulls me into a hot kiss.

“Come here, petals.”

I crawl over to Rune.

His hands are as greedy as Danika’s. He grips my ass and feeds my pussy every inch of his cock. With every thrust up my breasts sway and bounce. The sight makes him grow impossibly hard, stretching me until the walls of my channel can’t seem to take anymore.

Rune strokes over my nub and this time I come so hard I can’t control how loud I scream. My walls tighten around his pulsing length and we both fall over the edge.

Hot thick ropes of cum splash inside, filling me up.

I don’t get a second to bask in the glory of taking Rune’s seed or my third orgasm of the night. It’s not like I haven’t taken all of them before, but this time it’s with the knowledge that we want a baby together that makes this feeling one hundred times different. Like they are claiming me in a whole new way.

I turn to find Oliver on the other side of the U-shaped couch. He’s stroking his length with unhurried motions from base to tip and then back down again.

“Let’s go to him,” Rune husks in my ear.

Rune grips my ass and stands, still buried inside me. He walks me over, slowly lowering me into Oliver’s lap in reverse. Their seed drips from my core to wet my thighs and Oliver’s shaft.

I reach between my legs and smear our mixed release over his cum-filled balls before taking him inside me.

I watch Danika and Rune stroking their hardening cocks as I take their friend into my slick, claimed channel.

This level of sin and debauchery will land me in hell if one of my guardians is right about everything she preached at me from the time I grew breasts to the day she went to prison for doing drugs in the back alley behind her apartment complex.

For once, she might be right. “Put your feet on my knees and lean back. Let me do the rest.”

I do as Oliver instructs and hold Danika’s eyes as his friend drives relentlessly into me.

“Oliver!” My channel clamps around him. I can’t come again. The pain and pleasure of being forced to the edge with nothing left to give pushes a scream from my lips.

“Show me how much you love taking all three of us. Give me my fair share of your screams, our innocent petals.” His arm around my middle keeps me from falling off his lap. He thrusts so hard and deep it feels like this man is marking me in more ways than one. He wants to reach my soul and I’m letting him. For every thrust he gives I slam down on him. Danika and Rune prowl across the private booth and stand in front of us.

“I think they want to give you something.”

Oliver slows his pace a fraction and helps me sit up. But he’s back to fucking me until I can’t breathe the second I take Rune’s heavy length in hand.

One at a time, they dip between my lips. The taste of me on their lengths overloads my senses. Rune is first. He slides between my lips and then Danika. Repeatedly they show me what it is to share pleasure I’ve only dreamed of having. Two years of seeing women fulfill their fantasies inside the Golden Key Society left me wondering if I would ever find that kind of trust with someone. I never thought I’d find three.

Oliver swells inside me. His punishing grip on my hips feeds into the pleasure flowing through me. Warmth, bliss, and an uncontrollable fire swirls from my core outward.

“Oliver, it hurts!” I cry out. He reaches between us and rubs my throbbing, over-sensitized clit until my vision blurs.

“I have you, Lia. Trust me with everything in you. I have you for now and always.”

His voice is soothing, rough, and drips with love.

My heart cannot take their love. It’s too much and then everything I want and need at the same time.

I can feel the second he erupts and all my chaotic thoughts home in on the sensation of him filling my womb with his seed. His shaft pulses and jumps inside me. His milk mixes with Danika’s, Rune’s, and mine to take me one step closer to getting the family I always dreamed about.

I scream but my sounds are muffled by Danika and Rune taking turns with my mouth.

Behind me Oliver spreads my cheeks and teases a finger over my back entrance. He circles the outer edges, circling and spreading juices before he breaches my back hole. I gasp and slowly ride his finger.

Over and over, he works me at his pace. I push against his touch, but the other two hold me in place, not letting me move.

Danika pulls out of my mouth and starts stroking himself as his friend taps the back of my throat.

“Swallow fast, baby. Don’t spill a drop.” The jerk of Rune’s length and the hot seed of his release spilling into my mouth forces me to swallow and quickly. He finishes and Danika takes his place.

I swallow Danika, never taking my eyes off Rune as he moves my hair from my face for his friend.

“Look at how pretty she sucks you down, brother. Tap the back of her throat for me,” he husks, and Danika does just that, forcing me to swallow.

“Fuck, that is damn heaven,” Danika growls with so much fierceness, chills rush over me from head to toe.

Hot seed shoots down my throat, and for the second time that night I swallow down my lover.

Rune presses kisses to my shoulder before he whispers more sweet praises in my ear.

“Beautiful, petals. You are the perfect woman for us. Take all of his release. You’re so breathtaking my heart hurts.”

Danika cups the back of my head and holds me to him as he gives me the last of his seed.

“Beautiful and perfect.” He finishes and slowly slips from my mouth. He cups the side of my face and turns me to Rune who fills my vision.

“You missed a drop.” His tongue sweeps across my lips. I open for him, and he claims my mouth as passionately with a kiss as he did with his cock just moments ago.

When he breaks away, we are both panting and I’m not sure if I am shocked by the growl of hunger he makes or the fact that Oliver is growing hard again inside me.

Danika lowers himself onto the large sofa and Oliver spreads me out, with my head in Danika’s lap.

My lover runs his fingers through my hair. Without words Danika takes my hand in his and kisses each of my fingers. Beside me, Rune runs a warm cloth he pulled out of a hidden compartment and starts wiping my arm, my chest, and my belly.

Between my legs Oliver takes another cloth and cleans me. All of them have awe in their eyes to match the growing love I have for them in my heart.

Despite all my efforts to ignore reality, one fear works its way into the middle of my bliss bubble. “Danika, what if I don’t get pregnant?” Will they throw me away like my mother and father did?

“Then we try again. And again, and again. Whatever it takes. You are our forever. The end.”

I thought I knew a liar when I heard one. I guess I was wrong.