Chapter 3

I’m…numb. That’s the only word I can think of to use. I honestly don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. Someone tried to kill me. If Kai hadn’t pushed me out of the way…

A shiver cascades through my body as I wrap my arms around my midsection.

“Trouble, are you okay?” Cain asks with a gentleness belying the harshness that twists his features. Through Kai’s eyes, I see my dark twin’s face contort into something primal and animalistic, his lips compressed in a thin line. When he turns towards me, his features immediately soften like ice melting on an abnormally hot summer day.

“I’m…I’m fine,” I manage to stutter out at last. Is it cold in here? Why are there goosebumps covering my arms? My heart seems to be expanding in a rapidly shrinking vise. Claws dig into the sensitive organ and squeeze until I’m weeping blood.

“You don’t have to worry, Bambi. No one will hurt you.” Abel slings an arm over my shoulder, attempting a carefree, nonchalant persona, but only someone who knows him as well as I do can see the tightening of his eyes. The fear.

“I’m not worried,” I insist immediately, knowing they need to hear that. “I trust you guys to take care of me.” And I do. These men would move heaven and hell for me. I’m not dumb enough to believe that these men, these inmates, are the heroes in this story. If anything, they’re the beasts, the monsters, the killers. But they’re my beasts, monsters, and killers. They protect me with every ounce of darkness surging through their veins. They try to hide the truth from me, try to protect me, but I see them for what they really are.

And I love them for it.

“Why don’t we watch a movie?” I suggest, pulling out of Kai’s head and submerging myself once more into my customary darkness. Blindly, I reach out until I’m able to intertwine my hand with Abel’s and then Cain’s. Both twins grip me with a bruising intensity, as if they’re afraid I’ll disappear at the slightest gust of wind. “Will the others join us?”

“Damien, Rion, and Bron are…busy,” Abel admits, choosing his words carefully. I don’t even react to the ominous statement. Using Kai’s eyes, I saw Bronson drag the man away, Rion and Damien following in their wake. I’m pretty sure they’re not going to be painting each other’s nails, if you know what I mean.

“That’s okay.” I throw them an easy smile, despite being unable to see them. “We’ll hang out, just the four of us.”

Their hesitation is evidence enough that they’re still uneasy with what just transpired. I wish to soothe them, calm them, remind them that I’m still standing and will continue to stand. They can’t get rid of me that easily. They may have claimed me, but I’ve claimed them as well. These men? They’re mine. Soon, we’ll be married and have…

I allow that thought to trail off. Damien has been working tirelessly to find a cure for my predicament, but he admitted that it’s hard to unwind a spell that he doesn’t know the ingredients to.

Alyssa, my mother and torturer, placed a spell on me that prohibited me from giving birth until she was ready for me to. She may be dead, but the spell remains, a way for her spirit to haunt me beyond the grave.

Pain bombards me, as it always does, when I think about what I have to give up. Namely, a family. I know I have my men and I wouldn’t trade them for anything or anyone, but I always expected to have tiny versions of me running around. Maybe it’s the wistful fantasies of a child, but I want a kid. Kids. Desperately. And I want these men, my future husbands, to be the fathers.

Abel lightly raps his knuckles against my forehead. “Where did you go, Bambi?” he asks lightly as the twins drag me forward.

My tongue nervously snakes out to lick my upper lip. “Here and there,” I answer evasively.

“We talked about this.” He clicks his tongue in mock disapproval. “You can’t keep thinking about my cock. You’ll make the other guys jealous.”

A snort of laughter escapes before I can wrangle it back in. Trust Abel to know how to dispel the tension currently permeating the room. Even Kai releases a bark of laughter, and I have no doubt Cain’s lips are twisted into a wry grin.

“Trust me, brother. It’s not your cock she’s thinking about.”

“Is too,” Abel retorts immediately. “Isn’t that right, Bambi?”

“Err…” Abruptly, my back hits a wall, and the hard planes of Abel’s chest press against me.

“There’s no ‘er’ about it.” He leans forward to lick up my neck, and goosebumps follow in his wake. “Tell them you love me best.”

“Nope!” Cain grabs my hand suddenly and pulls me to the side and into his arms. “She loves me best.”

“I believe it’s me she loves the best,” Kai adds with another snort. “But you two assholes can measure your cocks all you want.”

“If we measure, I’ll win.” That’s Abel of course. His voice is practically dripping with cockiness like venom drips from a snake.

“We have the same cock,” Cain says with a scoff. “But mine is prettier.”

I cover my mouth with my hand, but it’s no use. Peals of laughter burst from my lips unbidden. The more I try to contain them, the louder they become, until I’m gripping my stomach with tears cascading down my cheeks.

“You guys are…ridiculous,” I say around my laughter, a rather unladylike snort punctuating those words. That sends Abel over the edge, and his laughter joins mine, followed immediately by Cain and Kai. We probably look stupid—standing in the halls of the prison, dopey smiles on our faces and tears running down our cheeks. But we need this. Sometimes, we laugh because the only other option we have is to cry and fall apart, something I refuse to do.

We watch Marley and Me…and I sort of begin to hate Abel for suggesting this movie in the first place. I’m a sobbing mess as I wipe at the snot and tears intermingling on my face.

“I don’t…want…the puppy…to die,” I sob out as I cuddle into Kai’s chest. In the distance, I hear the distinct sound of flesh hitting flesh—no doubt, Cain punching Abel for putting this movie on in the first place. Through Kai’s eyes, I watch the ending credits appear on the screen, but my heart is broken, in shatters.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Nina,” Abel says, and Kai swings his head to stare at the trickster demon. His face is pale, a red mark already forming on his cheek from where Cain slugged him. “I thought it was a cute kids’ movie. I didn’t realize… Well…I didn’t know it would end like that.”

“He’s a fucking dumbass,” Cain grumbles, rolling his eyes. He turns towards me, winces at whatever he sees in my expression, and shifts uncomfortably on the musty couch in Rion’s prison cell. None of the guys like to see me in tears, Cain especially. “What if we buy you a puppy?”

“So you can kill it?” I whine, pressing my face against Kai’s chest and inhaling his citrus scent.

I hear harsh whispering, random words floating to me, “You deal with this. It’s your mess.”

Finally, Abel crouches down in front of me and tenderly brushes his hand through my hair.

“I’m sorry, Bambi. Will you ever forgive me?”

“Maybe…” I sniff, pulling out Kai’s head and sliding easily into Abel’s so I can see through his eyes. His gaze is fixed firmly on me, still in my dragon’s embrace. “For a kiss.”

Kai snorts, face twisting with amusement before he plants a reverent kiss to my scalp and reluctantly releases me.

“Bambi…” Abel begins, tone accusatory. “I feel like you were playing me. Is this a ruse to get me naked and in bed with you, naughty girl?”

I watch my face distort until an evil grin materializes on my face. “Maybe.”

Cain and Kai both break into raucous laughter as Abel shakes his head in amusement.

“You are in so much trouble.” He begins to tickle up and down my sides, and I shriek, attempting to escape his relentless attack.

“Stop!” I say as I fall backwards, and he lands on top of me. He holds himself on his elbows so as not to hurt me, his eyes roaming my face and setting my skin ablaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he grips my hips. He wrenches his gaze off of me for only a second, turning towards the door as Cain and Kai slip out of the cell, matching mischievous smiles on their faces.

“They’re leaving us alone?” I question as Abel focuses once more on his hands gathering up my white dress.

“I can’t punish you with an audience, now can I?” he asks teasingly, but his words only cause pleasure to flood my system. An audience? Why does that sound like the best idea in the world?

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, attempting to be coy. My friends, Haley and Rebecca, have been teaching me how to be sexy, using winks, hair flips, and seductive phrases. I think…I think I’ve got the hang of it. “Are you going to penetrate me with your missile, shitface?” I continue, and he stills.

Before breaking into laughter.

“Did you just call me shitface?” he gasps out, and I watch my face turn crimson.

“I was trying to think of a romantic nickname, and I panicked,” I defend, embarrassed. Immediately, his laughter dissipates, and he cups my cheeks tenderly.

“Hey, I’m not laughing at you. Okay…I was a little, but you’re so fucking adorable and perfect that I can’t help it. Do you have any idea how much I love you? Do you even comprehend the lengths I would go for you? I would die for you, Nina. I would kill for you. I’d lasso the moon if that was what you desired. Fuck, I love you.” His eyes travel to the glistening ring on my finger, and I don’t need eyes to know that he’s smiling. “Soon, you’re going to be mine in every single way.”

“I love you too, Abel,” I whisper, throat clogged with the enormity of my emotions for this man. “So, so much.”

As if he can’t help himself, he presses his lips to mine, caressing them. Each brush of his tongue against my own sends fireworks shooting down my spine. He tastes like heaven and as pure and crucial to life as sunlight.

“Say it again,” he murmurs against my lips before devouring them once more with a vengeance.

“I,” I breathe, and he kisses the corner of my lips. “Love.” Panting, he begins to kiss down my throat, and I arch my neck to grant him better access. “You.”

“You’re going to be my wife soon,” he whispers as his teeth graze the straps of my dress. “Mrs?—”

“Doe,” I cut in before he can finish. Since I first said yes to them, all six of my men have been trying to convince me to take their last names. I’ve been adamant that if anyone is going to change their last name, it’s going to be them. To Doe. Abel Doe. It has a nice ring to it, wouldn’t you say?

Instead of answering, Abel merely uses his teeth to pull my right strap down until it slides off. He then repeats that process with my left strap. My dress slides down until my breasts spring free. I skipped the bra this morning, not feeling the need when the only people I’m ever with are my men and best friends, and I’m so grateful for that now. My nipples are already hard and beaded, the pink color contrasting with my porcelain skin.

Abel groans low in his throat as he lowers his head to one nipple and sucks it into his mouth. It’s oddly erotic to watch through his eyes as he plays with my breast, kissing my areola before claiming my nipple once more.

“Are you in my head right now?” Abel asks roughly as he peppers kisses across the valley of my breasts. At my nod, he leans back and surveys my bare upper body—my swollen lips and lust filled white eyes, my heaving chest, and my pink, pointed nipples. “I want you to see what you do to me.”

Getting to his feet, he lowers his gaze to his pants, where I can clearly see the outline of his erect cock. I whimper, feeling wanton and needy, as he slowly unzips his pants and pushes down his boxers. His cock springs free, already dripping with pre-cum. It bobs against his stomach as he begins to touch himself. I nearly unravel at the erotic sight as his other hand cups his balls.

“This is what you do to me, Bambi. This is what you always do to me.”

“Abel,” I moan as he continues to stroke himself from base to tip. Since meeting my men, since becoming intimate with them, I’ve been nearly insatiable. I could die happily with their cocks between my legs or in my mouth.

“Take your dress off, Bambi. I want you to see yourself.”

Trembling, I make quick work of pushing my dress the rest of the way down, then climb to my feet until I’m standing in front of him in only a pair of panties. I bite down on my lower lip, tasting blood, as I hook my thumbs into the waistband and push them down.

“Fuck,” Abel mutters as he strokes himself faster and faster. “Do you see how beautiful you are? How perfect?” He drops to his knees before me and stares up at my glistening pussy, already wet and aching for him. Through his eyes, I see the pink lips and engorged clit. When his tongue meets my center, I nearly explode then and there. “Look at that perfect pussy. Do you see how pretty it is? How wet it is for me? Do you want my cock, Bambi? Do you want my big fat cock in your perfect pussy?” Normally, I’m not a fan of dirty words, having been on the receiving end of unwanted ones more times than I care to admit. But Abel’s words make my legs shake and knees wobble.

“Yes,” I beg, reaching for his shoulders. He pulls his head back to stare up at me, giving me an unrestricted view of my soaking pussy, large breasts, and flushed face. The entire sight has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Getting to his feet, and ignoring my cry of protest, Abel whips his shirt off and steps out of his pants and boxers. Both of us are naked now, and it occurs to me that anyone can walk down this hall at any time and see us through the bars of Rion’s cell. It only amplifies the lust pulsing straight to my core.

“Come here,” Abel says, grabbing my hand and pulling me after him. I must make a face, as he begins to chuckle darkly. “Trust me.”

We stop only a second later as Abel steps up behind me, facing a mirror. In the reflection, I can see his glazed over eyes, flushed cheeks, and golden skin glistening with sweat.

“I want you to watch us together,” he whispers in my ear, nipping down on my lobe. I squeak, jumping, and my boobs bounce as well, which only makes Abel groan.

“I want you so bad,” I whimper as Abel lines up behind me, his cock rubbing against my juices. “Abel, please.” I don’t want teasing. Not anymore. I want him to enter me, consume me, until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. I want him to make me his in every sense of the word. “Make love to me.”

He bites my shoulder before slowly pushing himself inside of me. He pauses halfway in before pulling out. “Fuck, baby, you’re dripping for my cock.”

“Abel…” Now my voice comes out more as warning than a plea, and Abel doesn’t disappoint. He sheathes himself inside of me, allowing me only a second to adjust to his length. I lean forward and press my palms against the wall on either side of the mirror, waiting for him to move. He begins to rock slowly, almost as if he’s afraid he’s going to break me, but I can’t have that. I won’t. I’m not made of glass, despite what they believe. After what I survived both at the Compound and then after with Alyssa, I don’t think anything could ever truly break me.

“Harder,” I whisper, and I have the pleasure of seeing his eyes widen in surprise.

“Are you sure?” he questions as his pace increases, his hands gripping my hips.

In answer, I begin to press back against him until his balls touch my skin. That, more than anything else, seems to be his undoing. He fists my hair and drags me back until my body is flush against his. He pounds in and out of my pussy with reckless abandon, eyes open and meeting mine in the mirror before us. Each thrust of his hips sends me closer to careening over that steep edge, but I want to fall. I trust Abel to catch me at the bottom.

“Nina…” he groans. “Fuck!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” When his hand lowers down my stomach to pluck my clit, I detonate. Explode. My orgasm crashes through me with the strength of a tsunami. I see stars as my body shakes and shakes.

Abel continues to pound into me through my orgasm, my pussy clamping around his cock like a vise. With a curse, he roars his release, coating my pussy lips and thighs with his cum.

He doesn’t immediately pull out of my channel when we crash down from our high. Instead, he plants soft, tantalizing kisses across my shoulder. I shudder, my body feeling leaden and weak, as I collapse against him. Very gently, he pulls himself out of me and grabs a towel from the corner. Placing it beneath the rusted sink, he wets it and returns to me, dropping to his knees.

I pull myself out of his head as he gently wipes at my thighs and lips.

“That was…amazing,” I say, and I hear the smile in his voice when he speaks next.

“You’re amazing. And perfect. And beautiful. And…now you can tell my brothers that I do, indeed, have the best cock. That they all have micropenises compared to mine.”

I giggle, grabbing his hand and helping him to his feet. He wraps me in his arms immediately, and I rest my head against his sweaty chest.

“Okay. I’ll make sure to tell Damien that you said that he has a tiny cock.”

The gasp of fear and horror he makes? Priceless.