30. Chapter 30

Chapter thirty

I woke up feeling refreshed.

I hadn’t felt like being with any of them after I had cried in my old chambers for hours, purging all of the water from my body. I bathed alone for what seemed like forever, and while I felt like a part of me was missing, I knew I needed to take the night for myself.

I sat in my bathtub, arms wrapped around my shins, head resting on my knees as I gazed down at the rose garden slowly swaying in the wind. I felt free and shaken all at once, still considering this new family of mine and what it would feel like to lose them. The thought was almost debilitating. I’d escaped Circe’s voice in my head, but the feelings of doubt she left behind lingered.

I had decided to take a long walk to get a bit of fresh air before anyone woke up, needing the chill bite of the air on my exposed flesh. I put on a beautiful gown that I had taken from my old wardrobe. It was a dark, royal blue with yellow beading and white lace accents. The sleeves were long—perfect for this weather—but it was still cold enough that I had the sense to grab my favorite muff and a fur-lined cape.

I lifted my head to the sky and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of the flowers rustling together. I leaned forward to sniff one of the roses and inhaled it deeply.

“Don’t tell the others, but you’re my favorite,” I whispered to it.

I continued walking through the rows when I had to shield my eyes from a bright light. What the—

I squinted, trying to see what was blinding me, when my eyes widened, and I gasped.

A sliver of light pierced through the fog. A SLIVER OF LIGHT PIERCED THROUGH THE FOG!

“Soren!” I yelled. “Soren!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was walking in circles, my head searching the sky for more light, but there was none.

I rushed back over to the original sliver of light, stood directly under it, opened my eyes, and stared directly into it. After a few moments, my eyes began to burn, but it felt so fucking good .

“What happened!”

I could hear multiple people screaming at me, but I couldn’t be bothered as I closed my eyes, reveling in the warmth of the light with arms outstretched. Warm. It was warm ! How could I have forgotten about that? Even in Soren and Bastian’s memories, I couldn’t feel the sun’s warmth.

I had only known cold for so long that I wanted to bathe in the tiny piece of light forever. I could feel the damp cold seeping into my clothing on my knees and looked down to find that I had fallen to my knees. I didn’t even remember that happening. I knew there were people around, but I couldn't care less as long as the light didn’t go away.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, but I didn’t dare look away from the light. Whoever it was reached out and brushed a tear that had fallen down my cheek.

I was still too stunned to speak, but I didn’t have to as Soren put a hand over his mouth. “Rose?” When I didn’t respond or look at him, he bent in front of me and placed a hand on my leg. “Rose, has the sun ever shone through the fog?”

I shook my head.

“What could this mean?” Bastian asked from behind me.

Soren looked behind my shoulder and answered, “I don’t know how it happened, but something has caused the curse to wane, or else this,” he waved into the ray of light, “wouldn’t be happening.”

Those words brought me out of my stupor and I asked, “I haven’t performed any spells recently. We haven’t found anything of use over our weeks of research. I haven’t done anything different.”

“Except almost die.”

I rolled my eyes at Bastian’s comment.

“And starve yourself,” Bastian went on.

Where was he going with this?

“The bouts of anger. Don’t forget the torture. Did I forget to mention that you gave me blue balls.” He held up two fingers. “Twice.”

I slapped his arm, and he laughed, rubbing it.

I looked around at the rest of them, Callum had stood and was rubbing Bastian’s back, laughing at Bastian for his nonsense. Soren had his leatherbound journal and quill and was writing in it with fervor. His glasses had slipped down his nose slightly, his hair bouncing with each stroke of the quill.

He looked back up at us and said, “There was a book that I read at the beginning of my research that solidified my theory after getting all the information from Rose’s memory. Each curse is uniquely worded in a way that only the one casting the curse knows exactly how to break it. There is no universal way to break all curses, and Circe did a splendid job concealing all evidence that would have helped us break your curse.” He took a breath. “But my current theory… Love.”

My mouth fell open at the word, once again left speechless by my scholar.

“Love?” Emilia asked.

“Well, there are a variety of variables, but the bottom line is that there is a change happening within Rose at a fundamental level. Not as a monster that she has come to deem herself as, but a girl.”

“You’re sure?” Bastian asked.

“It is only a theory, but it is the only thing that makes sense at this moment.” Soren pointed at the shard of light. “There is light shining through the fog for the first time in three hundred and fifty-two years. That has to mean something.”

“Soren’s right; it has to mean something,” Callum said, beaming.

Bastian groaned, “Yes! I was growing tired of reading through those boring texts all day. I am just happy we are finally making some progress.”

I left them to talk more about the curse and what the light could mean. I was still in shock over everything that it was taking longer to process our new discoveries. I looked over to Emilia who hadn’t said a single word. The expression that was on her face was slightly concerning. Her brows were furrowed, her breathing irregular, and she was fidgeting with her skirts.

I stood and walked over to her. “Are you alright?”

Her eyes slid to mine, but she swallowed as if not knowing exactly how to answer me. I embraced her, not knowing how else to set her mind at ease as I whispered, “This is the first step in breaking the curse. If we can do this, then there is nothing to fear, Emilia. You won’t be alone.”

She pulled back until she was looking at me. “What?”

I gave her a small smile and brushed a stray hair out of her face. “Well, aren’t you worried about what this means for you—for us?”

I cocked my head to the side as she slowly nodded her head. She was about to say something, but then she touched her throat and opted to sign. Of course, your majesty. This is just surprising, is all.

Yes, it was surprising. It was nothing short of a miracle.

I brought her back into my arms and laughed at the stupidity of crying over a tiny fragment of light, but to me, it was everything.

Hope.

That feeling was warm within my body, casting out any harboring doubt that that couldn’t be a possibility. But that light. That light was timid proof that everything I had gone through over the last few centuries would be over soon.

I pulled away from her, and as I turned around to talk to my men, I was squealing as someone hoisted me over their shoulder and roared, “I think this is cause for a celebration!” I yelled as Bastian slapped my ass hard enough to cause a sting and then bit into it.

“Bastian!” I wanted to scold him, but I could feel the apex of my thighs clench together to try to stop how wet I was becoming from his actions.

I looked up through my hair falling in front of my face and found Callum smirking at the two of us. Soren was stealing fast glances our way as he hurried to finish whatever last thought was going on in his mind.

“Bast, wait!”

Bastian was carrying me through the rose garden and up the steps as he slapped my ass hard again, and I groaned at the sting pulsing straight to my core.

What had gotten into him?

I could see that Callum was next to Bast, smiling widely. Soren had finished writing, tucked the journal back into his trousers, and put the quill behind his ear as he jogged over to catch up with us. But Emilia didn’t even give us a second thought; she continued to stare at the shard of light with crossed arms.

“Follow me, boys!” Bastian boomed, then moved through the front doors, down the halls, up the staircase, and into my chambers. He threw me down on the bed and stood back as Callum came up to one side and Soren on the other.

I narrowed my eyes at them. “What is this about?”

“We talked this morning, and all came to an agreement,” Bastian said.

“An agreement?”

“Yes. We all needed to set up some ground rules,” Soren chimed in.

Ground rules?

“We all made it clear that each one of us loves you more than our own lives and what that means moving forward,” Callum added.

They looked at each other and smirked, and I couldn’t help but ask, “So…that means?”

Soren leaned down first and pulled me off the bed and into his arms, taking my face between his hands and kissing me. His tongue caressed the crease of my lips, and I happily obliged, parting them, allowing him in. He deepened the kiss and I felt lips kissing slowly up my shoulder. We broke the kiss long enough for me to see lust-filled eyes and a smirking Bastian.

Callum said beside us, “We all want a piece of you. While we would still be able to have you individually, we all decided to share you this first time.”

Share me? All of them? At once? My heart began to race.

Fuck yes.

I closed my eyes as I swallowed and asked, “And the brothers agreed to take me together?”

Bastian bit into my shoulder, causing me to whimper. I pushed my back into him, begging for more of his torture, when Soren suddenly leaned forward and kissed the spot his brother bit into.

The conflicting movements had my legs almost giving out, and the only thing that kept me up were the brothers’ hands around me, caressing me, squeezing me.

Callum took a step forward, and Soren happily turned my head to Callum, who captured my mouth on his. I could feel hands unclasping the beading on my dress. It slipped down my body and fell to the floor with a soft thud.

“Fuck… How could I have ever lived without this?” Soren breathed as he took me in.

“I don’t know. I am almost furious with myself that I never believed she existed. We could have been fucking her for years.”

“It was all well worth the wait.”

I continued giving my attention to Callum while the brothers talked as if we weren’t there. I didn’t care as long as they put their hands back on me.

I almost pulled away from Callum to demand they do what they were just talking about when I felt a hand grasping my thighs and pulling me forward. I gasped and looked down. Soren parted my pussy and sucked on my bundle of nerves. He continued his lazy assault as I felt Bastian spread my ass and spit. I tried to look behind me as Callum brought my face back to his, smiling, and kissed me deeply while Bastian focused on my ass, licking my ass.

I couldn’t help the noises that came out of me. It was almost too much. The sensations sent liquid fire through my veins.

“Please…” I said when Callum finally let me come up for air.

I could hear Bastian chuckle behind me. “Has our queen forgotten how to speak?”

Our queen.

“Be a good girl and use your words.” Soren’s hot breath against me as he spoke was almost my undoing as I tried to rub my thighs together for the friction my body was begging for.

I could hear Bastian tsking. “Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me. Please.” I panted. I wasn’t above begging for exactly what they were offering me.

The brothers stood up, and I had never felt so small as I looked up at their faces.

Bastian smirked as he said, “On your knees.”

His words shocked me and I didn’t move, not yet used to being ordered around.

“You know I don’t like to repeat myself.” Bastian’s eyes darkened, promising delicious punishment as he repeated. “On. Your. Knees. Thea .”

Thea . That name again.

I couldn’t have gotten on my knees faster.

“Look at our good girl,” Bastian said.

“Yeah. She’s such a good listener. Who knew?” Soren laughed.

I didn’t know who was going to use me first when they all started undressing.

Fuck, this was happening. I would often daydream of this exact scenario, but I never thought that it would ever become a reality. I reached between my legs and rubbed myself, feeling exactly how wet I was—it was running down my legs. I was a mess. Their mess.

All of theirs.

“Now, don’t get hasty,” Soren mused as he discarded his trousers last by the side of the bed and fisted himself. This was a side to Soren I never knew existed, and it was alluring.

I was about to lean toward him when I could feel my head being pulled away toward Callum.

“It’s only fair that you suck your little bird’s cock first. He has waited long enough to see you on your knees for him,” Bastian said.

I looked up from beneath my lashes to find Callum’s face flushed. This was new to us. Our dynamic was always the opposite, but Bastian was right. He deserved to go first, and I planned on giving him everything he had been denied for so many years.

I wrapped my hands around Callum’s cock and gently kissed it. He hissed and held onto Bastian’s shoulder for support. It was my turn to smirk at him as I licked the seam of his tip. Cum was already protruding out of it, and I made a show of swallowing it.

He rolled his eyes into the back of his head and groaned. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his long cock, working my way up and down as I grasped his balls and lightly squeezed.

“That’s right. Take my cock, your grace. Fuck.” It wasn’t necessarily a demand, but he sounded more like Bastian in the bedroom, and I rewarded him by taking him to the back of my throat, moaning. He jerked into me, going down my throat as I coughed, drool sliding down the sides of my face as tears formed from the sudden intrusion.

“Why is this so hot?” Soren asked, as he continued slowly stroking himself. I loved that he was learning more about himself sexually.

Bastian knelt and kissed me, tasting Callum on my lips before standing and shoving his hardened length into my mouth. “My turn.”

He was rough. He tightened his grip on the back of my head and thrust his hips against my mouth. I kept my mouth open and just sat back as he took what he wanted from me. His grunts egged me on and I reached up, grasping both Soren’s and Callum’s cock in my hands, stroking them. Bastian’s hips jerked even faster.

“That’s it, Thea.” I could feel he was close, but he stopped himself just as Callum had. I didn’t have time to think about it before Soren pushed his brother out of the way.

“My turn.”

My throat burned, but I would never stop. I wanted to give them every part of me. I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out, ready for him. He chuckled, stuck his thumb in my mouth, and pulled down, opening me even wider. I had to hollow out my cheeks even more just to fit him inside as he slowly slipped out and then back in.

He was the complete opposite of his brother. Bastian loved the pain with passion, but Soren preferred to take it slow, each movement deliberate and precise.

He rolled his hips into my mouth and worked up a steady rhythm as I brought my hands up and squeezed his ass, my nails biting into his skin. He hissed.

Then he did something that surprised me; he rammed into the back of my throat and held my head there until the air had been completely sucked out of me, and I felt lightheaded.

He finally released me, and I put my hand to my throat as I coughed and stared up at him.

“Goddamn, brother. Who knew that was in you.”

Soren simply shrugged.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he was also a glutton for punishment.

But I realized that none of them had finished. They must have seen I was confused because Callum said, “Our cum belongs in one place, your grace.”

Soren then lifted me as the others walked off. Were they all done? I was almost disappointed because I wanted exactly what was promised. He set me on the end of the bed.

He spread my legs wide and hissed as he looked down at my swollen pussy. He said over his shoulder, “Do you think this is far enough?”

Bastian answered him, “That’s perfect.”

The elder brother came into view with pieces of leather in his hands. What was that for?

Leather. Oh gods.

“Do you trust us?”

“Yes,” I said immediately. I had never trusted three people more fully in my life.

Bastian handed his brother a piece and began to secure the leather around my thighs to the frame of the bed. Bastian moved around the other side, and I watched him secure a long piece of leather around the banister of the bed. He then reached his hand out, palm up.

I placed my hand in his, and he wrapped the leather around my wrist tight enough that I couldn’t move it an inch. Soren did the same to my other wrist.

I could only move my head, and swiveled in time to see Callum hand something over to Bastian, who was grinning like a madman.

The collar from the tower.

He clamped it around my neck with the leash attached. Fuck. What game did they have planned for me?

Callum came up behind Bastian, and held up a thick piece of silk. “We are going to play a little game. You’ll be blindfolded and each one of us will have a turn.”

“Then you will guess which one of us was inside of you,” Bastian continued.

“Guess all three correctly, and you’ll win a prize,” Callum said excitedly.

“What’s my prize?” I asked breathlessly.

Bastian said, “You are going to take us all.”

“One for every hole,” Soren finished for him.

I blanched and looked at the swinging length between each of their legs. I felt so exposed with my legs bound wide open for them, but welcomed it. Loved it.

“And if I don’t guess right?”

“Then we edge you,” Bastian spoke. “All night long.”

I was confident that I could guess them all correctly. I nodded as Callum secured the silk over my eyes until all I could see was darkness. This would have terrified me at one time, but now only a thrill of anticipation soared through me.

I could hear them moving around until I jerked at a single touch at the apex of my thighs.

“She is so ready for us.”

"What a sight.”

Their voices mingled together. I couldn’t concentrate hard enough to figure out who was talking because my only focus was the fingers rubbing my core. I tried to buck into those callused fingers, but he retreated, and I nearly cried from the loss of that touch.

Another hand replaced his, or maybe it was the same hand? He gripped my hips and slammed into me as I cried out and pulled at the restraints to touch the man inside of me, to give me some type of reprieve from the intrusion. This man was thick. His cock was stretching me and filling me, and I moaned from the pleasure that it elicited.

He pulled out and rammed back into me all the way to the base. I couldn’t hold back the tears as he continued his torturous, slow pace. He thrusted, only to still until that intense feeling subsided, and then continued on and on and fucking on!

I gritted my teeth together. “I thought the edging wouldn’t come until later!”

None of them said a word. Not wanting to give me any hints on who it might be. He must have taken pity on my cunt because he proceeded to roll his hips into me. He kept a pace that quickly brought me to the precipice of yet another oncoming orgasm. I prayed that he wouldn’t stop as he gripped my hips and squeezed, trying his best to keep his grunts to himself.

They wanted to fuck me at the same time as much as I wanted them to as well.

His movements became shorter, and I knew that he was almost ready to explode, and I wouldn’t be denied again.

I knew from the moment he entered me who it was, but I kept my mouth shut until I saw stars as the orgasm finally ripped through me, and I called out, “Soren!”

I could hear him groan as his movements jerked and he came inside of me. He leaned forward, kissed my lips, and eased out of me.

“Who’s next?” Soren asked.

I could feel his cum leaking out of me when another hand was placed over my pussy and smeared the cum around, and then pushed it back inside of me with a finger.

I gasped as his thick finger was inside of my sensitive walls. He pulled out, and I could feel him lining himself up to me and then easing his way in. I clenched my walls around him, sucking him inside of me, never wanting to let him go.

Realization dawned on me, and I smiled. I knew that cock even more than my own body.

He pulled my hips down a little further, and I could feel his body leaning over mine, a hand on either side of my stomach. He rolled his hips until he was seated all the way inside of me and then moved quickly as he leaned down and bit on a nipple. I cried out as his balls slapped against my ass. The heat crept into me at his steady pace, and his attack on my breasts was enough to undo me.

When I could feel him swell inside of me, I screamed out, “Yes, Callum!” As a wave of pleasure rushed over my body, my legs shook violently at being denied movement. Callum leaned forward and kissed my forehead as he spilled inside of me. Only when our breathing had calmed down did he finally pull out.

I didn’t know how much more my body could take. I’d only had three orgasms in one night, but they were promising me far more than that, and I was already seeing stars.

I knew who was last, and I knew he wasn’t going to go easy on me. He proved this by swiping a finger through Soren’s and Callum’s cum, mixing them together, and forcing his finger in my mouth, giving me no choice but to taste them.

It was salty, but I welcomed the taste. It was heaven.

“That’s it. Swallow.” Bastian broke the silence.

I sucked on his fingers. My body had yet to stop shaking, but I only said, “Do your worst, hunter.”

“That fucking name.” He grabbed my leash and pulled me up until I couldn’t go any further and lined his head to my entrance. He gripped my shoulder and, just as his brother had done, rammed into me. I screamed out, and he leaned forward and licked the tears that had escaped.

Bastian was not soft in bed. He took what he wanted and left me a mess afterward, but that was exactly what I wanted from him; I didn’t want him to hold back.

Bastian pinched my breasts, and just when I thought that another orgasm wouldn’t be possible, one rushed through me that caught me completely by surprise. I made an incoherent noise, and I might have been embarrassed if I hadn’t heard Bastian whisper in my ear, “That’s our good girl.”

I was completely limp. My arms and legs were utterly useless as all three men worked to unbind me. Someone took off the blindfold. I blinked up at them as they were massaging and caressing my body, whispering about how well I took them all. I purred at the praise.

I closed my eyes, welcoming sleep to take me as I heard each of them laugh and one of them said, “Not yet, your grace. Give us one more, and then you can go to sleep.”

I couldn’t keep my eyes open as someone lifted me into their arms and scooted until my back was resting against their chest, his legs on either side of my waist. My head laid against his broad chest as he wiped the sweaty hair out of my face, my breathing short.

I could feel him lifting me up slightly and rubbed himself against my ass and then eased inside of me. My eyes flew open as it felt like someone was tearing me in two. I looked up to find Soren breathing heavily behind me as he stared into my eyes.

“How does she feel, brother?”

“She’s so fucking tight,” Soren responded without looking away from me and then said to me. “That’s it, my Rose. Take all of me.”

I arched my back into him, trying to breathe through the pain, knowing that soon it would subside and it would feel so good. I couldn’t talk. Words eluded me as I nodded my head. I saw through hooded eyes Callum leaning over me and lining up his cock to my entrance.

My eyes widened. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What we promised, Thea. You’ll take all of us if you want all of us.”

“Your grace, everything is going to be fine. We’ll take it slow.” Callum tried to offer me some comfort.

“Speak for yourself,” Bastian scoffed.

Callum scolded Bastian, “She is exhausted. You’ll go easy on her.”

“I love it when you take control.” Bastian leaned down to bite Callum’s bottom lip playfully.

“Can you guys focus, please?” Soren said, his mouth next to my ear as he finally seated himself fully into me.

Callum had to do some maneuvering as he pushed into me slowly, stretching me to such lengths that my body was protesting. This wasn’t going to be possible. I kept shaking my head as pain washed over me.

“Look at you taking us so well.”

“What a greedy girl.”

“Such a beautiful queen. So full of us.”

I felt so full. Full of love as they showered me with kisses and praises.

I was panting at this point. They were doing the impossible. Thank god Callum had a longer dick so that he didn’t need to be as close to me. The moment they were both inside me, I felt something wet against my lips and turned to find Bastian fisting his cock, smearing his cum across my lips.

“Open wide.”

I obeyed. Bastian grabbed a fistful of my hair and used my mouth as Callum and Soren began to move. It took a moment before everyone found a steady rhythm. The feeling was almost too much to bear, but I could do nothing but give myself over to them. I was overly sensitive, but having them all inside of me at the same time stirred another wave of euphoria in me when I didn’t think I had anything left.

Soren rested on his forearms and reached over to rub my clit as they moved in unison.

My eyes were heavy as my body convulsed around them. My walls constricted, begging them to stay inside me forever as I completely shattered around all three of them.

I was broken, but I had never felt so full. They each pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed. I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. Soren placed a hand around my stomach and held me tightly to him as my body refused to function. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

“Brother, we need to clean her up.”

I was in and out of consciousness. Hands lifted me. There was water. Hands scrubbing over my body. More lifting. Then soft blankets covered my body.

“We are so proud of you.”

“Yes, you did so good.”

I hummed at the praise.

Someone kissed me on the side of the head, and the last thing I remember was him whispering, “ Joyeux anniversaire , Rose.”