Chapter 65

65

E verything is dark by the time we make our way back to the castle. The four of us creep back in, wrapped in our costumes, trying to make the least amount of noise possible.

"Look what the cat dragged in."

Charlie's voice stops us dead in our tracks. She's sitting on one of the couches pushed against the wall, Summer snuggled at her breast.

"Hello," I whisper, waving at her awkwardly, completely failing to keep the grin off my face. Hell, I'll probably be grinning for years after what just happened.

"Did the four of you have fun?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, eyes sparkling.

"Yes, but the real question is, did Lorna have fun? I feel bad for abandoning her," I say, changing the subject.

"Jack told me some she was whisked off her feet by a man dressed in all black." She holds up her hand before I can start worrying. "She shared her location with Jack before she left and said she'd call you first thing in the morning."

My heart rate settles a bit, and I let out a relieved sigh. "Good. I hope she has the time of her life. "

"Speaking of the time of her life, shouldn't that be what the three of you are doing?" Charlie asks, looking pointedly at the guys.

"Message received," Henry says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder before jogging from the room.

"Put me down!" I shriek, banging my hand against his back. The pounding quickly turns into me marveling at this man's ungodly amounts of muscle.

"If you keep stroking me like that, I'm going to fuck you right here in the hallway," he growls, slapping my ass.

"Again, Daddy," I tease. He stops dead in his tracks, his body practically vibrating.

"We'll just go ahead and start the bath," Theo says, dragging Dylan away, looking back at me with a smirk.

"When you say things like that–" Henry says roughly, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he struggles for control.

"What, Henry?" I ask, trying to get out of his grip, but he only tightens his hold on me.

"You don't understand," he growls, reaching up to massage my ass cheek, then spanking me again before lowering my feet to the floor, the remnants of my costume falling to the hardwood. He turns me around, his hand circling the base of my neck. I look up, meeting his gaze in the window reflection, my heart racing.

"I will never get enough," he says roughly, leaning over me, and placing my hands on the window ledge. "Cross your legs," he demands, tapping my heel with his foot. He fumbles with his costume, then wraps his hand around his cock, sliding it through the mixture of desire and cum between my legs, fucking my thighs. "My appetite for you is insatiable, Isla MacLeod. Every time you touch me, it makes my cock hard. So, when you say things like that, you better fucking mean it." He pulls back and plows into my cunt, making my pussy spasm. "Are two cocks not enough, my dirty little red-haired devil? Do you need two in your pussy and one in your ass?"

"Fuck, Henry," I moan. His words. His cock. God. I'm trying to hold it together, but he's making it nearly impossible.

"Answer me," he growls, wrapping his hand in my hair and pulling me up, his hand going back to my throat as he punishes me with his thrusts.

"Yes," I cry.

"Good, let's find the others and tell them what you want."

He pulls out, leaving me empty and needy. My legs nearly give out as he releases me, but he scoops me into his arms before I can stumble. He doesn't put me down until we reach the bathroom, carefully testing the bathwater before sliding me in. He kisses my forehead and tells me to relax before leaving the room. Dylan appears soon after, skin glowing, brown eyes luminous.

"Can I join you?" he asks softly, crouching next to the tub and sweeping my hair behind my ear.

"Of course," I murmur, kissing him softly before scooting forward to make room for him. Once he's settled behind me, I lean back, snuggling into his chest.

"You were amazing," he whispers, strong fingers digging into my shoulders.

"I didn't know it would be like that," I confess.

"Like what?"

"It was like an out-of-body experience. So many hands, so many feelings, with no beginning and no end. It was incredible."

"It'll get even better the longer we're together, Freckles. Just wait."

I drop my head onto his shoulder, close my eyes, and try to wrap my head around how the sex could possibly get better.

"Let's get you washed up so we can go cuddle in bed," he murmurs against my ear, squirting some body wash into his hands. He washes my limbs one at a time, then my stomach, saving my breasts for last. I try to play it cool, but my body betrays me, my back arching as he slides his palms over me, just shy of my nipples. His raspy chuckle has goosebumps streaking over my skin as the embers of need low in my belly roar back to life.

"I wish you could have seen the moment you came, Freckles. The sounds you made. Fuck. I'm going to remember it forever."

His words stoke the flames of my desire even higher. I lift my hips as he slides his hand down my stomach, eager for his touch. He stops just shy of the apex of my thighs, my groan of frustration doing nothing but making him laugh.

"Please, Dylan," I beg.

"Such a needy girl," he purrs, teasing me with the lightest of touches, his fingertip sliding along my slit.

"Time to eat," Theo says, poking his head in the bathroom, his eyes darkening when he sees Dylan's hand between my legs. He smirks as he helps me from the tub, wrapping me in a fluffy towel before carrying me to the bedroom. They must have raided the leftovers from the party , judging by the huge charcuterie board sitting at the foot of the bed. Henry is picking through it, putting choice pieces on a plate.

"How are you feeling, Red?" Henry asks, his gaze sliding over my body as Theo sets me on the bed.

"I feel good. Really good."

"Here." He shoves the plate into my hands. "I picked out all the best bits. You need to eat."

"Thank you," I whisper. Normally I would have told him he didn't need to do that, but I'm starving. I eat one of the bites he assembled–a tiny cracker with cheese and some sort of jam. I moan as the flavors explode in my mouth.

"Didn't realize how hungry a good fucking could make you, huh?" Henry asks, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. I make a face at him and then proceed to devour the entire plate of food.

"A little something to wash it down?" Theo hands me a bottle of water, watching to make sure I take several large swallows while Henry clears the food from the end of the bed.

"Good girl," Dylan murmurs, climbing onto the bed next to me, taking the water bottle from my hand and giving it to Theo. Before I can blink, his hands are cupping my face, pulling me roughly to him, his mouth crashing against mine. He tastes like champagne and sex, my new favorite combination. I tremble as his fingertips trace a line over my ribs, skimming over the dip of my waist, coming to rest low on my hip. He sinks onto the mattress, and I follow him down, both of us lying on our sides facing each other. Our legs tangle as we kiss, the position allowing his cock to align perfectly between my legs. I roll my hips, gasping as the head of his cock brushes my swollen clit.

"Will you make that noise for me, too, Sunflower?" Theo asks, lying down behind me, propping himself up so he can lean over me. He turns my chin toward him and captures my lips in a searing kiss.