Chapter 80

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A s I come down from the height of my orgasm, I latch onto Theo's deep, ragged breathing, matching my own with his as he's fighting for his life underneath me.

"You okay down there?" I ask, shifting in his lap, trying to look over my shoulder at him.

"Don't fucking move," he gasps, his hands flexing on my hips. I don't have time to come up with ways to torture him as Henry takes Dylan's place, dragging the head of his cock through the mess between my legs.

"Will we ever be enough, or will you only be happy with monster cock from now on?" Henry teases, eyes sparkling.

"Shut up!" I swat him on the shoulder but don't have time to say anything else before he shoves inside me with a groan.

"I just need to feel you for a second, love," he rasps, capturing my face with his hands, holding me still as he ravishes my body, my mouth, my soul. He pulls away, panting, wrapping his arms tight around my back, and then stands, pulling me off Theo.

"Sorry, man, my turn." Henry carries me to the rug in front of the fire, his cock still buried deep inside me, and carefully drops to his knees, making sure my legs won't get crushed before laying me down. Stretching over me, he fucks me with long, measured strokes, holding my gaze, the intensity increasing with every push and pull of his hips. "I had to see you like this," he whispers, pushing a lock of hair from my forehead.

"Like what?" I ask, arching up to meet his thrusts, pressing my nipples to his chest, moaning as they drag against his skin.

"Absolutely ravished on a rug in front of the fireplace."

"Is it everything you hoped for?" I tease, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

"God, yes. I wish you could see yourself right now. Your hair looks like flames, and your eyes are greener than I thought possible. Your freckles are melting into the rosiness of your skin. I've never seen anything more beautiful."

Tears spring to my eyes. How can he–with his angled jaw, full lips, eyes the color of stormy seas, and inky dark hair falling in curls over his forehead–be saying that about me ? I strain up to meet his lips. He follows me back down as I relax, tilting my chin to deepen the kiss, stilling his hips to focus on my mouth, his cock buried at the entrance to my womb. I groan as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth, squirming beneath him.

I feel more hands on me, and then Henry and I are being pulled apart. It's like an out-of-body experience as they pick me up, calloused hands brushing heated skin. My eyes flutter open as they lower me toward the floor, Dylan's hooded brown eyes watching my every move. Strong hands pull me down on top of a warm body, my back to their chest. Fingers grip my thighs, pushing them wide, spreading lube over my ass. Theo's moan has goosebumps racing over my skin as he notches himself and slowly slides into my ass. I whimper, sliding my hand between my legs. Henry's fingers are like a vise grip around my wrist, pulling my hand away.

"That's my job," he says roughly, straddling Theo's legs, slapping my clit with his cock before sliding the tip down my slit and impaling me with a muttered curse, his eyes rolling back.

"Dylan." I motion for him to come closer, not knowing what I want, only that I need him near me .

"Where do you want me, Freckles?" he asks, sliding his back and forth along his shaft with measured strokes, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

"We need a proper wedding night, which means all three of you need to be inside me."

"Does a cock in your ass count?" Theo murmurs in my ear.

"Close enough," I answer, gasping as he flexes inside me. They work like a well-oiled machine, moving just the right way to allow Dylan enough room to crouch over me.

"Wait. This doesn't feel right." I know it's selfish to stop them when they're so close, but I want this to be perfect, and it's just not. Not when I can tell Dylan won't be comfortable in that position for long, and I can't even see Theo.

"What do you need, baby?" Dylan asks, stepping to the side.

"Can we stand? I want to be able to see all of you." Henry pushes away from me, stands, and pulls me up after him. "Tell me exactly what you're thinking so we can make it happen."

"Theo, put your back against the wall," I instruct, waiting for him to take his place before turning to Henry. "Henry, pick me up. I'll wrap my legs around your waist. Now take me over to Theo."

He does exactly as I say, their cocks twitching beneath me, desperate to be back inside.

"Dylan, I want you on my side." I pull him into a kiss as he plasters himself against my body, his cock bobbing just beneath my ass cheek. I reach underneath me, gripping his shaft, pressing the tip of his cock to my pussy. I swallow his groan as he pushes into me, breaking the kiss, I twist toward Theo, pressing my lips to his as I grip his cock and notch it against my ass. He growls, pushing his tongue into my mouth as the head of his cock pops inside me. I whimper, squeezing around him hard.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he grunts, his hips stuttering for a second before he gets himself under control and slides the rest of the way in.

"Ready?" I ask, turning to Henry, feeling for his cock beneath me, and wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft.

"Always," he murmurs, his hands squeezing my thighs as he leans forward, capturing my mouth with his. I slide the head of his cock along my slit, getting it wet before notching it against my entrance and Dylan's shaft.

"Fuck, Isla," Henry breathes. I hold him steady as he flexes his hips, slowly sinking into me. "Nobody move," he pants, breathing deep, trying to reign himself in.

Dylan moans, his entire body trembling, control slipping through his fingers like sand. "I can't, I'm sorry," Dylan rasps, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me.

"Fuck, Dylan," Henry grunts, his breath hitching. "God damn it," he groans. He pushes his weight against me, forcing Theo harder against the wall, anchoring his pubic bone against my clit, and ramming into me hard.

Holy fucking god. It feels like every single molecule in my body is tearing apart, atoms splitting to rearrange themselves into something new. My entire world shrinks to these three men in this tiny cabin before it explodes, pleasure tearing through my body, my nerve endings short-circuiting as I try to contain the euphoria. The first spasm of my muscles sets off a chain reaction, sweaty limbs tangling, toes curling, fingers clenching, bodies straining, ecstasy sliding through our veins like molten honey. I slump back against Theo, my head lolling against his shoulder as I struggle not to collapse beneath the wildfire roaring through my body. I feel them flexing inside me, growing impossibly harder as any semblance of control flies out the window.

Theo is the first to crumble, hips jerking, fucking my ass with hard and fast strokes. Henry slams into me, pushing me back onto Theo's cock, seating him to the hilt. Theo groans, his cock spasming deep inside me. Dylan grunts, his head dropping to my shoulder as he surrenders, his thrusts uncoordinated as he spills his seed. Henry pulls me in for a kiss, rolling his hips against me, his cock so deep I swear he's rearranging my insides. He growls against my lips as I clench around him, my orgasm building to something unfathomable.

"Come with me, Isla."

I implode on myself. Pleasure pulling everything into a tiny pinpoint before exploding outward, drenching me in blinding ecstasy. I lock my legs around Henry's waist, squeezing tight, hanging on for dear life as pleasure rips me limb from limb, delineating my life into before and after this orgasm.

"Fuck," I pant, my forehead against Henry's shoulder. I can't seem to pull enough air into my lungs, my entire body shuddering with the effort.

"Breathe," Dylan whispers, tenderly smoothing my hair back from my face.

"That was—" I stop, realizing I don't have the words to describe it.

"The best fucking orgasm of your life?" Theo suggests. "I concur."

I giggle, twisting in his arms, pressing my lips to his. They all wince in pained pleasure as my muscles tense around them. I squeeze again, laughing as they scramble to pull out of me. All except Henry, who walks backward with me still impaled on his thick cock. I clench my muscles, enjoying the aftershocks of my orgasm.

"You sure you want to tease me, Red?" he asks, massaging my ass cheeks with his rough palms.

"No, I surrender," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself up to kiss him properly. He groans against my lips, his cock flexing inside me.

"Okay! Okay!" I pull back, wiggling out of his grip. He sets me down slowly, his cock dragging over my clit. I nearly climb back up his body, the need to fuck him until he can't keep it up anymore written into my DNA. That will have to wait. Tomorrow maybe.

I gingerly lead the way to the bathroom, sore in the best way possible. I walk straight into the shower, turning on all the showerheads, queuing up a playlist, and setting my phone where it won't get wet. Dylan comes from behind, wrapping his arms around my stomach and pulling me into the still-cold water.

"Dylan!" I shriek, struggling in his grip.

"It's good for you," he murmurs, tilting his head back into the spray.

I stop struggling as the water warms, turning in his arms, admiring the lines of his neck as the water runs over him. He must feel the heat of my gaze because he smiles before looking down.

"Did your wedding night live up to your expectations, love?" he asks, sweeping his thumb over my cheekbone.

I laugh as Henry and Theo crowd closer to hear my answer. "It was perfect. Better than I could have ever imagined." I twist a strand of my hair around my finger, biting my lip. "We do have a slight problem, though."

"What's that?" Theo asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Charlie didn't pack my birth control." Dead silence. "Somebody say something."

Henry clears his throat, color high in his cheeks. "What day of your cycle are you on?"

I pick up my phone, water droplets sliding down the screen as I pull up my tracking app. I hold the screen out to him as it's loading, letting him read me the news.

"One day until ovulation?" he asks, sounding choked.

"Oh, fuck," I whisper, glancing at the screen to confirm what he said.

Theo starts tapping a staccato on his thigh, his detail-oriented brain running through our options. "Is this really a big deal?" he asks, surprising me. "We're married. We have enough resources to support a baby. Plus, Henry has wanted to be a father since he was twelve."

Dylan squeezes me tighter, prompting me to look up at him. "Not having your birth control isn't a big deal to us, Freckles. But you're the one that matters. Your body, your choice. Always."

I take a deep breath, thinking of baby Summer and Lorna's twins. Would it really be so bad? "If it happens, it happens," I say finally, shrugging my shoulders, hardly believing the words coming out of my mouth.

"And what about when we get back home?" Henry asks, cupping my chin and turning me to face him, his gaze full of hope.

"You would fill the entire castle with our babies if you could, wouldn't you?" I ask softly, blinking back tears .

"Only if that makes you happy, too, Isla." He pulls me into his arms, pressing his lips to my hair.

I bury my smile in his chest as tears slide down my cheeks. "I'm starting to think it would."

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