Chapter 22: Amri

All three of them stare at me, Damion's eyes are wide with what looks like curiosity, Vincent is smirking with an amused look on his face and Zain…I can't get a read on Zain. He looks halfway concerned with his eyes still darting all around my body, but there's something deeper in his eyes.

Vincent clears his throat, "What is it, Amri?"

I look down at my hands, twisting my fingers around each other. "Well…um." I bite my bottom lip, unknowing how to continue this uncomfortable conversation.

I feel fingers on my chin, tilting my face up until Vincent comes into view. "Siren, say what you need to say."

I look from him, to Damion, to Zain, all standing around me and patiently waiting. Three, technically four, strong men who want to be with me, who want this mating bond. I just have to make sure they want it for the right reasons. I love them, I know I love each and every one of them with everything I am. Every cell in my body buzzes alive with electricity when I feel their eyes on me. My blood boils anytime they touch me. My heart stops beating completely when they kiss me.

But I can't do this halfway. I've always known that when I loved, I loved with everything I am. It's why heartbreak hurts so much. I should have known when I was with Timothy that things weren't right. I didn't love him the way I knew I needed to love someone. I know he didn't love me the way I needed to be loved.

What I feel now, though, consumes me. It overwhelms me to the point of complete intoxication. The love I feel for them is what I breathe, what fuels me, what pumps from my heart and through my bloodstream. It's all for them. I need to make sure they feel the same or else…I can't do this. I need to feel the same love that I'm giving them. I owe it to myself. I settled for less before because I didn't love myself, and by the time I realized the truth, it was too late. I was in too deep. I refuse to make the same mistakes now.

"I know this relationship is unconventional." I hold up my hand to stop Vincent when he tries to interrupt. I start over, "I know this relationship is unconventional, but I know what I want. I've never felt so loved. So protected and cherished. But you all have to know that when I commit to this, I'm committing everything. I feel things… so strongly, that if this doesn't work, it very well may kill me. I need to know that you all feel this way, too.

Damion, I know this was a hard decision for you. Leaving everything you ever knew for a woman who very possibly could have been crazy. And I'll love you forever for the trust you've placed in me, but I need to know that you made the right choice for you.

Zain, I know you didn't want this with me to begin with, and you went along with things because of Vincent and Callyx. I know you can't really leave because of Callyx and Vincent's relationship, but if you say the word, I'll never touch you. If this isn't what you really want, I'll respect your decision.

Callyx and Vincent, I know you're both in this, but I also know you're keeping secrets from me. I'm not saying I have to know them to move forward, but please promise me you will tell me when it matters. If we're going to do this, we have to be honest with each other. We have to communicate because I am not going to participate in another relationship where I'm an afterthought."

I suck in a deep breath, looking around the room and looking at each one of them, waiting for someone to say something. The room is silent for a few minutes, causing my anxiety to hit an all-time high.

Zain is the first one to break the silence. "I know I was cold to you, but it's because I was trying to block out what I clearly felt for you the moment we met. I didn't believe in love before I met you. You made me believe. You brought my heart to life. And I know I push you too far sometimes, but that's who I am. Accepting me is accepting the fact that we'll fight sometimes, but I promise you, Amri, that no matter how much we fight, I'll still kiss you goodnight."

Tears fill my eyes as I walk over to him. He immediately leans down, wrapping a hand around my head and threading his fingers in my hair as he kisses me. He takes my breath, stealing it from my mouth and returning it with his own. I pull away, smiling through the tears clouding my vision. He kisses my nose and then turns me around to face Damion, who now stands directly in front of me.

"Ree, please don't think the decision was hard because I didn't love you enough. I love you so much it hurts. Once I realized that the pain was from the thought of losing you…I realized I couldn't live without you. I would die a thousand times over. I would walk through hell, fight every demon, and face the Devil himself before I ever even thought of letting you leave me; and even then, I would follow you to the ends of the Earth."

He follows his words with a kiss, sliding his tongue along my bottom lip until I open up to him. His tongue caresses mine as his hands go around my waist. I moan into his mouth, clutching his shirt tightly in my hands as I lean into him. We've kissed before, but that kiss is nothing compared to this. The first one was passionate, but timid, a new lovers first time. This – this is him claiming me, body and soul, as his.

When we pull away, his eyes are different than before. They're still filled with kindness, as Damion's usually are, but there's strength in them, too. A side of him I haven't seen before. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.

"I think it's my turn, siren."

I look past Damion's shoulder and see Vincent leaning back against his desk. Slowly, I walk over to him, following his eyes as they follow me. A predator watching its prey. His black eyes are sharp on me as I approach him, and they settle on mine when I come to a stop before him.

"Have I told you how proud of you I am?"

I shake my head no.

"Well," he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against him. I tilt my head up so I can continue to look at his face, and I find him already staring down at me. "I am proud of you, little siren. When you came to Melford, you were angry. You hated yourself and your situation. Now, you're beginning to love yourself, respect yourself. That's all I wanted for you. As far as my commitment to you, I'm sorry I ever made you question it. Yes, there are things you don't know, and I'm sorry for keeping secrets; but it's for your own good."

I step away, "Shouldn't I be the one to determine what's for my own good?"

He nods. "You should, and I'm a selfish bastard for keeping things from you, but it's to protect you, to protect this bond; and if you can't move forward without knowing, then I'll tell you. You've just been struggling for so long. I want to take care of you. Please."

I look up at him, somehow seeing the pure honesty in his black eyes. "Okay."

"Okay?"

He smiles at me as I nod one last time. Walking back to him, I reach up and press my lips to his. He's always been the one to kiss me first, and I think me making the move this time caught him off guard. His body jolts, and it takes him a moment to recover before he kisses me back. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, and I pull away giggling.

"Callyx said ditto to what Vincent said."

I roll my eyes at the simplicity of Callyx's answer. "Well, that settles that I guess. We're really doing this."

Damion walks over to me, giving me a brief hug and kissing my forehead. "I need to get out of here before I'm caught in Zain's bedroom."

"Why are you in Zain's bedroom?" I look at him confused before my eyes widen as I look between him and Zain. Are they…?

"Nothing like that, you dirty minded thing. When we couldn't wake you up, we fell asleep in his room to try and find you here."

"Oh." I feel my face heat as the embarrassment sets in. I really thought…and I liked it. Dirty minded, indeed.

"Now that I've invited you, you'll be able to come here anytime you fall asleep. If you aren't brought here immediately, find a mirror and find us through that."

"And I'm supposed to leave through the mirror now?"

Vincent nods. "Walk through it and keep walking until you see an image of yourself sleeping, then enter through that mirror and you'll wake up."

Damion sucks in a deep breath, looking more than skeptical, but he doesn't say anything. He shoots me a soft smile and walks over to the mirror. I see him hesitate before he walks through, but he doesn't wait too long before shoving his body through the surface of the mirror.

Zain laughs, "Poor guy made that harder than it had to be."

I feel a hand in mine and turn to see Vincent with a smile on his face. He tugs me toward the bed, picking me up and tossing me down on his bed sheets. He climbs up my body until his arms frame my face and his hips press against mine. My blood instantly heats up and goes into overdrive, buzzing in my veins and going straight between my thighs.

His lips press into mine as his hips grind down, pressing me further into the mattress and causing me to moan into his mouth. I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer toward me. I feel the mattress dip down beside me, and moments later I feel another set of hands on my body. Zain trails his fingers down my face, my neck, and my chest. I arch my back up as he traces circles around my nipple. Pulling away from Vincent, I look over at Zain and bite my lip.

Instantly, my nipple screams in pain and Zain squeezes it between his fingers. "Did he say you could stop kissing him?"

I shake my head and Zain slaps his hand down on my breast.

"I asked you a question, bunny, and I expect an answer."

Vincent chuckles above me and I look at him, eyes wide. I've never seen this side of Zain. If I had been asked who I thought would be the dominant one, I would have guessed Vincent. He's the one in charge of all this after all. Looks like I was wrong.

"No, you didn't."

Another slap comes down, causing me to cry out in a way that made it sound more like a moan.

"No what?"

I look over at him to see him smirking at me as his hand gently caresses my hurt breast. "No…sir?"

Zain leans down, his breath tickling my ear. "Sir may work for Vincent, but when I'm fucking you, bunny, you call me daddy."

My eyes go wide with his words. I've never called anyone daddy during sex before, but I get wetter with the thought. His hand smacks down against my ass, making me jolt forward in surprise. "Is that understood?"

I smile. "Yes, daddy."

Vincent leans down and kisses me again. I feel hands beneath my shirt, pulling it up as another set of hands work on my pants. I don't know who is who, but I don't care. All I can focus on is the feeling of Vincent's lips on mine, the stinging in my nipple, and the callused hands running up and down my thighs.

Vincent moves from his position on top of me as I feel my pants come off my legs completely, followed by my underwear. Hands, Zain's hands, pull my thighs apart and I feel his breath hit me at the same moment Vincent sucks my tongue into his mouth. My hips squirm, begging for attention, and Zain doesn't waste any time giving me what I need. His mouth closes around my clit, sucking in the same rhythm Vincent works his tongue. I pull my head back, moaning out into the room as Zain's tongue travels lower and slides from my clit, all the way down to my ass.

"Do you like Zain's tongue on you, siren? Do you like how crazed he is for you? Look at him, he can't control himself."

Vincent slides his hand around my head and lifts it up so I can see Zain. I bite my lip as his tongue enters me, plunging in and out so fast I can't even comprehend what I'm feeling. I grab the bed sheets, continuing to watch him as he sucks and licks and eats like I'm the most delectable thing he's ever tasted.

His fingers slide inside, thrusting into me at the same time he sucks on my clit. My body tenses, feeling like it's about to go into a spasm as my back arches and I scream out his name. Vincent kisses me, swallowing my moans as I cum. My vision fades in and out, the light from the windows near blinding every time my eyes focus. I come down from the high slowly, my body shaking as I catch my breath and reach for Zain.

He comes up, kissing me softly and I slide my tongue along his lips, collecting the rest of my cum off his lips.

"I told you that it would be my name you scream next." His whisper sends shivers through my body, and I can't help but giggle a little at his words; but my giggles are cut short when Vincent leans over me once again, simultaneously shielding me from Zain's body while he shows off his own.

My eyes travel from his eyes and down his body, widening when I realize he's already stripped sometime between kissing me and watching me cum on Zain's face.

Damn he moves quick. And his body…oh my God. I've seen him shirtless before, but I can't help appreciating it when it's in front of me. He's covered in tattoos, from his neck, down his chest and onto his legs. Everything from words, to runes, to images of trees, flowers, and…creatures.

"Amri."

I turn around to see Zain staring at me, eyes narrowed as he takes in my now naked body. He's naked, too. I've seen his body before when I was with Callyx, but the way he holds himself is different. He's confident, but not cocky, and he looks ready to pounce.

"Do you remember what Callyx and I were talking about the day that us and Damion got into a fight?"

I bite my lip as I nod, anticipation filling my body. I feel movement behind me and turn to see Vincent getting on the bed, sitting up against the headboard and gesturing toward me with his finger.

I crawl over to him, a smile on my face as I look from his face and down to his cock. There's absolutely no way I can fit this in my mouth, but I'll be damned if I don't gag myself trying. My mouth begins to water as I get closer, and I lick my lips as I reach him. I stick my tongue out, leaning down to slide it down his cock, but his hand in my hair stops me. I moan out as he pulls my head up so he can look me in the eye.

"You're going to suck my cock. You're going to gag and cry as Zain fucks you and you choke on me, but that doesn't mean you get to stop. And just when you're about to pass out from the mixture of pleasure and pain, you're going to turn around so I can fuck you and fill your pussy with my cum. Is that understood?"

I feel my wetness start to slide down my thighs, weeping for attention as he mimics Zain's earlier words. "Yes, sir."

"Then suck." He lets go of my hair and I immediately lean down, forgoing the teasing I originally planned on doing and instead taking as much of him down my throat as I can. He moans out, and I look up to see his head fall back against the headboard.

I smile to myself as I slide my tongue against his cock and suck even harder. His hand goes back into my hair, holding it tight but not forcing me down, not yet anyway.

Zain slides his hands along my ass from behind, spreading me wide before placing a kiss on my lower back. "Knees up and out, bunny."

I lift my head up, letting Vincent's cock slide out of my mouth. "Yes, daddy."

He groans and slams into me, the force causing my arms to lose balance and collapse underneath me. Vincent's cock slides further into my mouth and my back arches so low my nipples rub against the bed beneath me, making the sensation of Zain fucking me feel like its stroking every nerve in my body.

"Suck, siren."

I do as my Reaper says, sucking him down my throat and moaning around his cock as Zain fucks me. Zain's hands travel down my body, squeezing my ass and hips before coming up and around to squeeze my boobs.

I lose myself in their touch, their moans mixing with mine and echoing around the room, surrounding us in sounds of pleasure. Zain smacks my ass and I moan, my throat constricting around Vincent. His grip in my hair tightens and he begins to move my head up and down on his cock, faster than I could ever possibly move my head naturally. Zain speeds up behind me, his grip on my hips tightening until I know it'll bruise. I continue to suck on Vincent until I do exactly as he says, I gag on him, the spit running down his cock. Tears slide down my cheeks, but it fuels me on.

"Zain, you better hurry and finish because my cum is not going anywhere but inside that sweet pussy of hers."

Zain doesn't respond in words, but his thrusts get deeper as he pulls my hips up and toward him, pressing us so close together that not even a steel rod could pry us apart.

He moans loudly, thrusting into me one last time, going so deep I lose my breath. I feel him filling me up to the point that it leaks down my thighs. As soon as he slows to a stop, Vincent pulls my head up spins me around so I'm now facing him on my back.

He pulls me toward him with my thighs and doesn't waste any time slamming into me. I thought he was big in my mouth, but it doesn't compare to the feeling of him as he fucks me. He takes my breath away, the thickness of him stretching me to the point of it being painful, but the pain heightens the pleasure.

He continues to fuck me, primal in every way. His eyes shine with male dominance. Growls escape his lips. He looks, sounds and feels every bit the monster that humanity knows him as. But I know different. This is my mate claiming me .

From his position beside me, Zain leans down, kissing me gently before pulling away. "You did so good, bunny."

"Thank you, daddy." I smile at him, but my smile quickly turns into an open-mouthed moan as Vincent buries himself inside me and cums. He lets out a moan, so deep and full of primal energy that it makes me shiver.

Slowly, he pulls out and motions to Zain. "Give me Callyx, I'm not done."

Zain chuckles and his body shakes as I watch the change overtake him. As quickly as it starts, its done, and Callyx now sits beside me.

"Hey there, kitten. You look hot freshly fucked."

I smile as Vincent moves over to him, wrapping his hand around Callyx's already hard cock and stroking him. Callyx bites his lip as he looks down at Vincent's mouth closing around him. His hand comes out and wraps around my wrist, pulling me toward him.

"Kiss me while Vincent sucks me off, kitten."

I lean in, quickly placing my lips on his and kissing him like my life depends on it. He slides one arm around my waist and pulls me closer, placing my body practically on top on Vincent as he continues to suck Callyx just as hard as I was sucking him minutes before.

I hear a cough from the other side of the room and look over to see Damion standing in front of the mirror, no longer in his Melford scrubs, but now in a pair of gray sweatpants. No shirt.

God help me.

Vincent doesn't stop, but Callyx watches me, waiting to see what I'm going to do.

I look between Callyx and Damion, immediately deciding what I want. Fuck normal, fuck traditional. I want what's going to make me happy. I want my men.

I smile to Damion's shocked form across the room and hold out my hand, palm up.

"Come join us, Dee."