Chapter 7

Seven

Stella

I can't believe I'm exactly where I've placed countless of my heroines. I take a breath in. Hold. My lips fall open and then I say the three little words that send the rest of the night into a tailspin of raw sensations.

"I am, daddy."

I lick my lips, parched. Not for water, but another taste of them.

Adrian's head falls back and his groan reaches for me, pulling on threads I didn't know could form so quickly for another human being. "Say it again," he growls, causing me to whimper with the need to have him claim me already.

He flexes, letting his cock pulsate inside me before he slowly pulls from my slick channel only to slowly ease back in. But not all the way.

"Please say it again for me, Stella."

"Yes, daddy. I want this. I want my daddies."

I'm breathless and my heart races, because this right here right now is suddenly all too real. After Adrian fully penetrates me and feeds my womb with his hot seed, there's no going back. Not because I'll get pregnant, but because I'll have given myself to men I know I could love if I ever had the chance.

Hell, there's no going back now, and he's only a few inches inside me.

Adrian takes my hand, and he pulls me into a sitting position over Emilio. One second I think Adrian is the one who will take my virginity, but I guess not.

Adrian reads my confusion.

"I need my brother to feel the same pleasure as I do. Don't think for a second I don't want to take you all the way. We share and you are too important to us for me to keep you to myself."

His words surround my heart. I don't know what to say to that so I nod my head and lean into his arms when he opens for me to rest my weight forward.

He helps me sink over Emilio an inch at a time.

Their hands rove over my body, eagerly seeking to soothe the pain away. Stefan reaches between Emilio and me. When his fingers find my clit I take the last few inches of Emilio's cock into my tight channel.

I cry out and let my head fall back. Hot mouths consume my cries of pain.

"She's impossibly tight. Goddamn. You're perfect for your daddies, Stella baby."

Emilio moves under me. Hands spread my ass open. He moves inside me slowly at first and then he rocks with a fierceness my body demands. And then the sudden sharp stab of uncomfortableness morphs into something unexpected.

I clutch Adrian to me and fight for air. The room spins and then they are there. Sweet words of comfort come at me from all sides. I take it all in. Especially the way their hands never leave my body.

I take a calming breath. And then another until I can finally speak.

"I never thought pain could so easily turn into pleasure so quickly."

"We're sorry it had to hurt before it could feel good."

Leaning into Adrian, I angle my head around to look at Emilio. A fine sheen of sweat covers his gorgeous body. Strong fingers dig into the flesh of my ass and he thrusts into my channel, giving me exactly what he promised. Pleasure.

"Show me more."

Large hands move to grip my waist and Emilio pulls out and then pushes the thick, swollen crown of his cock past my pussy lips again, sinking balls-deep in one smooth glide.

Writhing over him, I move my hips but he grips me in place.

"Let me fuck you. If you move, I'll come too soon."

"Over here, Stella." Stefan kisses me deeply and Adrian bends to capture a peak and lavishes me with sweet torment against my nipples.

Emilio is so big and thick I don't know how I'm taking all of him so deep inside my freshly claimed pussy, but I do. And I want him deeper. I meet his upward thrusts with my own.

"Come here. Lay back on me, Stella. Hold her open for Stefan. I need to have more of her on my tongue."

Stefan helps me into Emilio's arm who hasn't let up in pounding into me. I look on and watch Adrian fall over me and lick my clit. Using both of his thumbs he rubs my folds, smearing the blood and juices over my skin.

It's dirty. Filthy beyond measure and I can't peel my eyes off the mirror.

Warm lips latch around my clit. I cry out desperately for the release building inside me.

"I need to come, Emilio!" I scream, desperate for him to fuck me harder. "Adrian please!" I don't care how it happens, only that it does. I faintly hear Stefan offer a soft laugh before he sets to torturing my nipples. His mouth roams over my chest from one to the other. If he isn't biting he's sucking.

"My God, please!"

Emilio's cock swells inside me, and he picks up speed. He starts to growl and groan louder, his thrusts becoming more powerful as he fucks me furiously.

"Tell me you want my seed, Stella. Let me hear you say those sweet words and I'll give you everything."

I know what he wants to hear and the words are on the tip of my tongue. Emilio's arms turn protective. Possessive.

"Yes, Daddy. I want you. I gave you my virginity now you owe me yourself in return." I don't know why these words are falling from my lips, but I feel them down to my soul. I want him. This stranger who makes me feel like an irreplaceable treasure.

"Take me." Emilio holds me to him and I don't know which of us hits our release first—Emilio or me.

My walls tighten around his pulsing length and we both fall over the edge.

Hot thick ropes of cum splash inside, filling me up.

I don't get a second to bask in the glory of taking Emilio's seed or my second orgasm of the night. Or is it my third?

I am flipped over on Emilio's chest and he takes my knees and pins me open for his friend.

"Just like that. Hold her for me, brother." Adrian moves between our legs and buries his cock inside me with one fluid thrust.

My mouth hinges open and I try to draw in a deep breath but Stefan is there to steal the air from my lungs. His lips claim mine and everything I am now belongs to him.

My heart beats so fast at knowing I'm dripping with his friend's sperm and Adrian is feeding it right back inside me.

He's thick, long and stretches me differently than his friend. I clench around him.

Excess milk spills from my core to my folds, clit and probably drips all over Emilio. He doesn't seem to care. His tongue dives deep into my mouth and he's hell bent on memorizing the inside.

Wet sounds of our fucking fill the large room and I don't know how but it makes me hotter.

Stefan is beside us, and he reaches behind me to swirl juices across my asshole.

I freeze and stiffen when his fingers breach my entrance.

"Easy, Stella. We won't take you here tonight, but soon. Very soon." He teases the tight ring of my ass, dips, and retreats while Adrian gives me every hard inch of his cock.

Soon? As in they want to see me again? That isn't how a one-night stand works.

Sensations rolling through me are too powerful to control so I don't try to as Adrian pounds my pussy hard and fast.

Suddenly Adrian throws his head back and I can feel the second he erupts. His shaft pulses and jumps inside me. His milk mixes with Emilio's and mine to take me one step closer to being claimed by three strangers and I couldn't be happier.

Emilio reaches around and grabs my ass and lifts. I don't know why until I feel the head of his friend's cock at my entrance. Stefan sinks into my pulsating pussy and drives all the way in.

He fucks me hard and fast. In desperate need of air, I break our kiss. Fingers dig into sheets. Stefan doesn't let up on finger-fucking my ass while he thrusts into me.

Emilio has other ideas.

His finger takes the place of Stefan's in my back entrance and together they work me so hard and fast it is a miracle I don't burst into flames when my orgasm explodes.

I throw my head back and ride them both, crying out my release. My body goes electric and I vibrate from head to toe. Adrian takes my face in his hands and holds my gaze with his deep brown eyes. He doesn't look away as his friends reach their end. Hot ropes of seed spill into my womb.

I'm panting wildly and feel like I am a treasure to each of them. It's fictional, just like the books I write, but I can pretend.

"If you were ours to keep, there wouldn't be a day we wouldn't show you how much you were loved. You're beautiful now, but to see you round with our baby would destroy me for anyone else."

My heart falls to the floor. "Adrian, there's nothing more I would love," I hear myself say but I know better. "But one night is all I can give."

A dark shadow moves over his face as looks down at me like he can see through to my soul and know the secrets I keep.

"For tonight." His hands roam to my backside. He spreads my cheeks open and I see the hunger in his eyes to have me again.

"Take her hard," he instructs Stefan. "Make her remember us."

I turn and hold Adrian's fiery gaze.

"Hold on to your daddy, baby."

My nails dig into Emilio's shoulders as his arms come around me. Adrian takes over teasing my ass.

A shallow dip and then deeper.

Stefan isn't as gentle or teasing. He uses all of his strength to drive into me.

Sharp heat flashes through me. "Ooh…," I moan.

"Again, Stefan," Adrian coaxes wickedly. "Show our beautiful flower who she belongs to."

The finality in his words cut deep. Reality punches through the dreamy fantasy. Come morning I have to return to my mundane life as Stella Moone. Writer and ordinary book nerd.

But between the three of them I feel like a queen. Not someone who blends in with the paint. I don't want to leave them, but they are obviously looking for someone to have a family with.

That won't be with me. My heart hurts and I want to cry at what has been stripped from me. But I don't want to ruin this moment either.

Shuddering and gasping, I cling to them. Hot bodies pin me to the bed.

They hold me to them—Stefan over the top of me. Emilio kissing my cheeks, the tip of my nose and Adrian stroking my hair and peppering my shoulder with gentle kisses.

It's sweet and tender. Unlike anything I would ever imagine if I saw them walking down the street. And I eat up their attention and savor being the center of their world for just a few more moments.

I go to sit up, but Stefan is having too much fun running his hands up the length of my back as he moves inside me, hard despite already finding his release.

"Stay with us."

That is Emilio.

"Don't leave, Stella. Don't break our hearts." Adrian pulls me into his arms. I look at the other men but they don't look jealous. If anything, their expressions are filled with contentment.

"I can't." I try to sit up and move off the bed but Adrian's a tricky bastard and uses my momentum to flip me into the mattress face down. He slides his massive weight over the top of me. His cock is already hard and teasing my ass.

I clutch at the sheets. "Adrian," I beg, and I swear to God as my witness, I don't mean for it to come out as a plea for him to give me another orgasm, but I do. And he hears it.

"I know the look in your eyes. Someone has hurt you. We promise to erase that pain. But you have to let us in." There's a possessive tone to his words. A plea.

Large hands spread my ass wide open and Adrian slips into my channel, coating himself with all three of their releases. He pulls out, leaving me gasping. His hands come around my hips while someone else holds me open.

The second I feel the head of his shaft at my back entrance, I rise and push back.

He breaches, causing me to groan into the duvet none of us bothered to remove.

Stefan reaches for my hand and he locks our fingers together. Emilio mirrors his move from the other side.

"Stay," they plead.

I'm powerless to refuse.

Adrian pushes in and slowly, not giving me his full length but enough to show me how much I would love it if he did. The bastard knows how to keep me on the edge with my senses nearly on overload.

One of them finds my clit while the other moves my hair to the side and fans my heated cheeks with kisses.

In seconds, my ass clenches around Adrian's cock and I'm coming again.

I gasp, moan and let the heat consume me head to toe.

Adrian slowly leaves my body and pulls me into his arms again. This time he cradles me to his chest while the others come in on either side.

We sit like this for a few moments until Adrian says, "You're ours, Stella."

I would be a fool to read too much into the way they are carrying on. "What makes you so sure?"

Emilio brushes roughened knuckles across my cheek. He leans over and presses his lips against mine. "Because you trust us. It's in the way you've curled yourself around Adrian. The way you so freely gave yourself to us. You feel the energy between us and every time I ask for a kiss, your lips reach for mine and your hand settles over my heart." To prove a point he steals another from me and I'll be damned if I don't look down and see my hand is over his heart.

Stefan tips my chin until our gazes connect. "You belong to us now. And there is not a man alive who can break that bond."

"But you don't know me."

"Knowing your past and knowing your soul are two different things, Stella."

I look at Adrian and see he believes what he is saying.

I don't know what is happening or why I can't stop it but maybe I don't need to. Maybe it's the magic of the season. I'm not hurting anyone and I don't see any wedding rings on them. I don't know how it's possible, but all three of my lovers make me want to believe in love.

They ignite something new in me and I feel it wherever their skin touches mine. It starts small but the longer I stay in their arms the stronger the connection feels. Is it fate speaking to me?

"Stay with us and let us show you what it means to belong to the Astor family."

"Family." My heart latches onto that word and refuses to let go. I don't want them to see me cry so I force the sudden tears burning my eyes into retreat.

I savor the word on my lips. They can't possibly know the value I hold to that one word. It means the entire world to me. Having a family is my one day fantasy.

"You need to know something."

"Shhh… we can talk later."

"Okay." It scares me, but instead of ruining the moment with reality, I spread my legs and let Emilio pull me to my knees.

"What are you up to?"

"We promised to erase bad memories and give you better ones." Stefan offers with a coy smile that has my heart speeding up.

And they do, well into the night.

Tomorrow is another day. I can spoil the mood then. Once they find out the truth about me, they'll let me down gently and then I can go back to my books with love in my heart instead of nightmares.

I can write about men who live with their hearts on their sleeves and I can live vicariously through my words over and over again.

It's all I can have and I'm okay with that.