CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

I'm dreaming. A dream where I'm assaulted by an octopus.

Rough tentacles touch me everywhere. The front and back of my body. My entire skin lights up at the animal's attention.

Wow.

Breathing underwater would be cool if that's what I'd find there.

"Pet." The tentacle at my neck sucks hard on my flesh.

Do octopuses even speak?

"Beautiful girl." Another tentacle teases my tight hole.

Naughty octopus.

Unfortunately for him, I'm taken. At that notion, my heavy eyelids finally blink open like daisies opening their petals to the morning light.

No octopus.

I'm not a mermaid, nor am I being groped and loved on by an underwater lover.

It's barely sunrise and I'm still in Killian's bed. Being kissed, touched, and bitten by what has to be a person. Two of them, actually.

Carter's wide smile is the first thing I see. When I glimpse behind my shoulder, I'm met with Killian's dark brown eyes.

Both of them are here.

Yesterday wasn't one and done. It wasn't.

Holy fuck.

I'm so happy I might explode. Carter will be upset if I do. I hope the tiny pieces of my flesh will comfort him.

I hope…

"There she is." Carter's hoarse voice calls for my attention.

"Morning." Killian grips my chin, tilting me to look back at his dark gaze. Absolutely deviant.

He leans in, closing the lids on those intense brown orbs. I let mine flutter shut with his. I let Carter kiss up my jawline, and Killian brushes his lips against mine.

They're being tender, despite the fire I've witnessed in their eyes. Their hands grab me in a brutal, sexy way. Their breath smells of delicious mint.

"Crap." My eyes snap open. I push against them, scrambling to get up. "I have to brush my teeth."

While Carter doesn't mind morning breath, period blood, and pretty much anything else, Killian might hate it. All of it.

"No, you don't." Carter grabs my thigh from under, hiking one of my legs around his waist, pressing me to his erection. "You're not leaving this bed."

"Absolutely not," Killian groans, sliding two fingers into my pussy and pushing up to the last knuckle.

"You're perfect"—with Killian at one corner of my mouth, Carter pushes my face so he can kiss the other corner—"just the way you are."

Their cocks are pressed against me. Hands gripping everywhere. Their tongues swipe across my lips, demanding me to open for them. I moan as I do, getting lost in their adoration. In their hot, demanding bodies.

My hands reach to both sides. I grasp the men's necks, reveling in how their scruffs scrape my fingertips.

Both men give in easily when I pull them closer until their tongues rub together. They're done being tentative.

They take and take and take. Their lips move on me and on each other. Their groans and the manly sounds they make turn me on. I answer them with my own needy moans. With my tongue swirling with theirs.

"Fuck, you're dripping for us." Killian drags his fingers in a painfully slow rhythm in and out of me. "Soaked. But you're still so fucking tight."

"Have been having dreams again, kinky girl?" Carter takes my mouth when Killian's teeth lower to my shoulder and bite. "I thought I heard your naughty mouth moan when I woke up earlier."

"Eeep!" Killian's bite hurts so deliciously. His tongue relieving the wounded area makes it better.

So. Much. Better.

"Your nipples were taut little peaks." For emphasis, Carter slithers his hand from my hip to my piercing. Tugs. This gorgeous, sadistic man smirks at my scream-turned-to-moan. "Dammit. Had to have been a really filthy dream."

"Octopus." I bite my lip. I grin at him and turn to Killian who keeps licking and nipping my shoulder, neck, cheek. "An octopus fucked me."

One bark of a laugh at my back. A sinister smile at my front.

"We did have our arms and legs all over you." Carter swipes his tongue along my jaw, lowering to my shoulder. To Killian. "Our mouths. Our fingers."

"We're still not an octopus, though," Killian teases. "Will that be a problem?"

"No."

I hear him and Carter kissing. See Killian's hand on Carter's cheek. Feel Carter kneading my nipple. Shiver when their lips return to mine.

Killian pulls his fingers out of me, grinding his cock to my ass. His mouth does obscene things to the crook of my neck. Then to Carter's mouth while raking his fingers in his hair.

"Big tentacles to fill," Carter adds, his voice thick with desire.

His thumb finds my clit and presses hard. I arch my back, gasping. Barely breathing with the pleasure assaulting me from both sides.

"I'd take my two lions over an octopus any day," I whisper.

"Twisted little pet." Carter drives a finger into my slit.

"We'll just have to give you what you're asking for, then." Killian's hand slips to my belly. I gaze lower, watching him curl his fingers around Carter's throbbing cock. "You, too."

Carter hisses a curse when Killian uses Carter's precum to rub along his shaft. Killian grinds his cock to the small of my back while angling Carter's dick to my stomach. He strokes him, brings him closer to his hand, and Carter's cock on my belly.

Carter's arousal smears on my skin at the same time Killian's arousal dampens my back.

To say this is the hottest thing I've been a part of is the understatement of the century.

"You like that?" Killian's hand moves faster, squeezing Carter.

I have no idea who he's addressing. We both answer.

Carter grunts out a, "Fuck, yes," before returning to suck and nip on my lips and neck. I groan. Loudly.

"And that?" Without any preamble, Killian releases Carter's cock to position his own against my pussy and shoves inside. "Do you like that, beautiful girl?"

"Yes." I search for him blindly, my fingernails scraping into Killian's tattooed biceps. "Please."

"So hungry for cock." Killian rocks his hips, filling me with him. "Aren't you, beautiful girl?"

"Yes," I repeat, my tits bouncing every time Killian bottoms out in me.

"Say it again." Gray eyes eat me up. His fingers dig into my chin.

"Yes," I cry out.

"Good girl." Carter moves to sit against the headboard, fisting my hair.

As if they've coordinated it for years, Killian gets what Carter wants. He flips himself and me, kneeling behind me and positioning my head on Carter's lap.

"You're going to get it." Killian grips my hips, pushing into me again. Driving harder. His hand lands on my butt cheek, spanking me. "Every inch. Every drop of cum, Amara."

"You'll take us like the good girl you are." The corner of Carter's lips tips up. Right before he pushes my mouth down on his cock.

I blink at him, at how he grinds his teeth. He doesn't fuck my face, just shoves me all the way down. Letting me drool on his groin, down his balls. Forcing me to stay in place while Killian rocks against me. While I scratch Carter's strong thighs.

"Jesus," Killian groans behind me. He spanks me, and I cry out onto Carter's dick. "I could fuck you for hours, Amara. With your mouth on his cock, I'll never stop."

"I could come so hard just from your hot little mouth. That and watching Kill rail you. Your juices on his cock, fuck." Carter grips my hair tighter, pulling hard. But the knuckles of his other hand run along my bruised temple. Loving and hurting me. Until his eyes turn vicious as he looks up at Killian. "Don't hold back. She likes it rough. Fucking loves it."

"Does she now?" Killian slams harder into me, jerking my body forward on Carter, making me gag. "You wanted harder, you should've asked for it, beautiful girl."

My thighs clench, my breasts heavy and desperate to be touched. The pressure in my lower stomach builds, burning me from the inside out.

"On second thought, you don't have to say a damn thing." Killian's fingers sink into the butt cheek he spanked. Hurting me so good. "Your greedy pussy sucks me right in. Greedy"—spank— "cunt."

"Oh, fuck." Carter begins to drag my head up and down to Killian's rhythm. His piercing caresses the back of my throat. His salty precum leaks on my tongue. "Fuck our pretty little whore until I come in her mouth."

My forehead is glued to Carter's lower stomach, my nose mashed to his skin. I'm breathing, floating, giving as much as I'm taking.

They move inside me, behind me. Loving me. I'm more than a hole for them. I'm spoiled to my core. Used exactly like I dreamed of. They give me their bodies. Their words. Their everything.

I asked to be theirs, and they're relentless at giving me exactly that.

"Look at me," Carter demands.

I lift my gaze as much as physically possible. He has night skies for eyes and a sneer that could ruin anyone's panties.

The sadist that he is, he breaks our eye connection, casting his attention higher. To Killian.

"Let me see your cock," he asks. Not demands, not orders. Carter, between hissed moans and tortured grunts, says, "I can barely see how wet you are with her. I need to fucking see it."

"Here." Killian flattens a hand on my lower back, pushing me lower while tilting my hips up. "Watch how I fuck her. Watch how soaked I am with our Amara."

I don't see anything other than Carter's face. I feel them, though. How they swell inside me. How their voices are strained. Their grip on me becomes more and more vicious.

They're losing their control.

So am I.

"I'm close." Carter grits his teeth. "Killian, I'm fucking close."

"Amara first," Killian thunders at my back. Each stroke of his cocks goes deeper. Beating me from the inside. Hitting my womb. "Make her fucking come."

My body heats, my clit flutters at Killian's order. At the smirk on Carter's face, and how quick he is to reach for my breast. Pinching and twisting just the way I like.

"You choke on my cock so well, pet." His words light a fire to my core. He knows what his dirty mouth does to me. "Gonna give you my cum. I have so much to give you, baby, it's going to leak out your nose."

A sound of approval extends from Killian. Carter snarls, satisfaction bleeding through every handsome, harsh feature on his face.

Killian bends on top of me, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing me. My eyes roll at the impending orgasm. I'm almost there. In a split second, I'll come on his cock. I'll scream on Carter's.

"When he comes, Amara, you're not allowed to swallow." Killian seethes. "You'll be lubing my cock with it."

My brows furrow as Carter starts fucking my face harder. My pussy clenches tighter around Killian.

"Carter's going to need it." Killian hits my G-spot with his cock. Rubs me in the right place. "So I can fuck his ass while you ride my face."

"Fucking come, Amara." Carter's undivided attention lands on me, his fingers pulling at my nipple until I scream on his cock. He's a thundering god. An all-consuming devil. His need burns through him and pummels into me. "You have to come or I'll fucking lose it."

That's all my Carter has to say for it to happen. He owns me so thoroughly that my body doesn't think twice before obeying him.

My orgasm rips me in half. My soul quakes with intensity. Instead of letting up so I can breathe, Carter pushes me mercilessly into his cock. On impulse, I wiggle between the two men, sucking air through my nose.

They're as intense as ever. Fucking my holes. Carter groans a few pumps later, shooting load after load of his cum in my mouth. He hisses my name, then Killian's.

He wasn't lying about having a lot of it. I hold everything I can, but some spills out, dribbling down my chin.

"Don't swallow and do not spit." Killian's orders have the same force on me that Carter's do.

My gray-eyed lover helps me. He gathers his excess seed from my chin, pushing his thumb in my mouth, stuffing me with himself.

"Good little one," he praises, stroking my bloated cheeks.

Killian pulls out of me and settles on his back on the bed.

"Spit on his cock," Carter's order comes before he helps me on the bed. He settles me between Killian's muscular legs. As they pass me from one to the other like a ragdoll, Killian makes a ponytail of my tangled hair. "Make it wet for my ass, baby. Like you did with my spit last night."

"Good girl. Right…" Killian positions my head on top of the swollen, hard cock he holds up to me. "Here."

With tears of exertion in my eyes, I release Carter's cum on Killian's dick.

"Beautiful girl." Killian's tug on my hair has my head snapping up to look at him. "Get up on my face before I spank your pretty pussy raw."

I'm weak, my muscles trembling. Carter can tell the orgasm tore my body in half, leaving me limbless. He gets behind me, guiding my hands to the mattress.

His hot breath tingles the shell of my ear. "Crawl to him."

I do, putting my knees around Killian's head. I rise to my knees, placing both hands on the headboard.

"Look back." Killian sees through me. Gets what I long for equally as having my pussy eaten. "Watch my cock disappear inside Carter's ass."

I twist my head, my chest heaving. The need to watch the two men I idolize connect like this is explosive.

Killian's hands grab onto Carter's hips, helping him down. Carter's lips twitch when Killian's head nudges at his opening.

"Breathe," Killian instructs. He's rougher with him than he was with me yesterday. Every bit as sadist as Carter is. "Breathe and get on my fucking dick already."

"You're fucking big, have you noticed that?" Carter quirks an eyebrow, but his cock jerks. "Not to mention I've never been fucked there."

"You're mine now." The muscles on Killian's forearms strain when he punishes Carter by pushing him down, stretching his asshole. "And Amara took both of us. You have no excuse."

"Amara loves getting it in both her holes." Carter's psycho grin flashes. His hand is on my hair, forcing my face to his as he leans forward. "Amara's had six months to learn how to take it up her ass."

He doesn't move like that just to toy with me. His shift forward gives him a better angle. Helps Killian sink into him.

And then it happens.

I see the moment the head slips past his tight bundle of nerves.

"Oh, fuck." Carter's mouth gapes.

Killian growls right under my head. Carter huffs and curses against my cheek. Killian twists his head to bite the inside of my thigh. I"m just as much a part of this as they are. Like they're filling me too.

"Come here." Killian forces Carter all the way down.

Carter's hold on me loosens, his eyes pinching shut. When he opens them again, they're no longer tortured. They're black. Pitch black. He looks incredibly alive in the darkness. A glare I've only witnessed on him when he's making me cry. One he saves for me alone.

And now for Killian.

My heart pounds louder against its cage. My first instinct is to twist out of Carter's grip and ask Killian if he sees how gorgeous Carter is.

Except Killian's already watching him. I can tell by how hard his fingers clench on Carter, by his hissed, "You're beautiful."

"Sit the fuck down, Amara." Killian moves his hands to my hips, his hold harsh and unforgiving. "Or I'll come before I suck on your clit. I don't have to tell you how mad it'll make me."

He's right. I don't have to be told twice. Clutching the headboard while still looking into Carter's dark gaze, I slide down to Killian's mouth. His tongue connects with my clit and he growls, sounding furious and feral.

Carter leans one hand on Killian's chest, his other relaxes its grip on my hair. He rocks his hips on Killian, first going slow and tentative. The more he does it, the harder his cock is, the faster he pumps.

"That's it." Killian hikes me up to murmur to both of us. "Make me come, Carter. Harder. Fucking harder."

Killian pulls me back down. Sucking and licking my clit. Slipping a hand between us to push his fingers deep into my pussy. His abs flex from how hard he thrusts into Carter.

Ferocious. Ravenous. All-consuming.

Carter lets go of my hair altogether, curling his hand around the front of my neck. I arch my back, throwing my hands to Killian's chest. Carter's face hovers over me, swallowing my moans while Killian jerks our bodies from beneath us.

We continue for minutes or hours or eons. Time doesn't exist in this room. Nothing exists except us. Us, and the second orgasm that's about to rip out of me.

"I'm coming," I cry, my voice choked. "Fuck, I'm coming."

Killian takes me over the edge, sucking my clit, sinking his teeth. A scream ripples from my chest. He doesn't let me run from it, choking himself with my pussy by grabbing my hips and yanking me to his mouth.

His orgasm chases mine then. Killian sucks in air, his body stilling. Next comes his groan, his body pulsating beneath us. His orgasm shoots into Carter's ass, and Carter bites into his bottom lip. His fingers cover Killian's over my hips, holding onto me too, as he rides Killian hard twice more before Carter comes again. On my back.

"You're goddamn delicious, Amara." Killian helps me down, cradling me against his chest. His hand slips to my back, searching and then finding Carter's seed. "But I want to taste him too."

"Fuck, yes." I sense Carter's heat when he scoots up behind me. His arms envelop my middle, his sweaty, sexy chin resting on my shoulder.

Before Killian tastes Carter on his fingers, he turns to him. Looks him deep in the eye. "You did so well. Are you okay?"

Carter's silent. I twist to him, watching a hint of blush rising on his cheeks. "Never better."

We both watch as Killian dips his coated fingers into his wet lips. Our bodies drip. We both drip on Killian's chest and stomach, but he doesn't care. He cares about sucking on Carter's orgasm, and that's that. It's so beautifully obvious with how Killian's eyes glint.

"Too bad we have to go to work." Carter trails his lips on my neck, moving so I lie on my back. "I wasn't lying when I said I could do this for hours."

"Don't start." Killian perches his head on one hand, one of his eyebrows cocked. "I'll work with a hard-on for the rest of the day."

"Maybe we can take you to work, then." Carter nibbles on the crook of my neck while throwing an arm over Killian and me. "Move your flower shop into the hotel. Call you to our office every few hours. For serious, serious business meetings. Discuss more flower arrangements with you on your knees."

"I'll never be able to work with you two." My giggles have Killian's lips quirking. "I'm staying where I am."

"You sure?" Killian teases.

I don't mind that they don't really mean what they say. Carter won't let his personal life slip into Voltage. I bet Killian feels the same. They do want me there, and it's the thought that counts.

"Sweetest Amara," Carter growls, and goosebumps light up my skin. "Let's take you to shower before we head out?"

"What about taking a day off?" I turn from Killian to him. "Please?"

Ever since the wedding arrangement orders started piling up—we've delivered over ten weddings, and as of today, have more than twenty scheduled for the coming months—I decided to take the weekends off.

Most of the walk-ins head straight into Georgia's pink, inviting shop anyway. Whatever. I don't need walk-ins when I earn enough to have a decent life. Having a ton of money like my parents never interested me. Simple, happy life is what I crave. I can afford it now.

Carter and Killian must be able to do the same every once in a while. Like…today.

"I'm sorry, A. Wish we could." His hand cups my cheek. From behind me, Killian closes in on us. His warm hand trailing circles on my waist. On Carter's. "We need to be there. Set an example."

"Yeah, I know." My pout is unattractive. My pout is all I have. I don't want any of us to leave this bed ever again. Definitely not so soon. "Maybe this one day? Just one?"

"You'll have us later." Killian runs his fingers through my matted hair. "Tonight."

My breath catches in my throat.

"That's him saying we're in a relationship." Carter hears my silent question, tipping my chin up to him. "The three of us. Together-together."

"Don't fuck with me," I shriek, switching my gaze back and forth between the two men. "That easy?"

"I wish I could've given you easy, pet." Carter rubs my belly. "Until we figure out what to say. How Killian hasn't been grooming me to be his permanent fuck hole—"

"Always so vulgar," Killian's scold-mocks.

"I have your cum leaking out of my ass. I get a free pass to do anything." Carter wags his eyebrows playfully. "Anyway, we have to lay low. For a little while longer."

Carter and I have been laying low for half a year now. I understand why he's like that in the hotel.

I'm a teeny tiny frustrated already. Especially when I have no idea how much longer this laying low is going to last.

I'm ready to fight my parents for this. They won't accept us, and fuck them. I'm willing to cut ties with them once and for all to be with Carter and Killian. No one has a say in my life.

But…sigh. I'm also aware of how different their situation is. The rumors about this unconventional relationship. The possible damage to their reputation.

By people who don't know us.

They need to make it seem genuine and organic. It makes sense.

I hate fucking waiting. "I get it. I'll wait."

"We don't even know for sure that our dynamic will work out," Killian, the voice of annoying logic, says. "There's a time and place for everything."

"We'll make it work." I cross my arms over my chest. At first, all I had for Killian was attraction. But the more I see of him, the more he talks and touches me, the more I want him. The surer I am of our bond, the three of us. "I'm not letting go."

"She's right. Our stubborn little thing. I'm not either." To appease me, Carter presses a kiss to my wounded temple. "As much as it pains me to admit it, Killian's right."

"Brat." Killian sighs at my side.

"We'll take it one day at a time." Carter pauses; his smile demonic. "We'll be together more than before, though. I'll stalk either of you to the ends of the world if you try to run. Or worse."

"For some reason, I believe you." There's a hint of amusement in Killian's voice before he reverts to being all business-like. "Amara, Carter and I talked while you were sleeping."

"You have?" I shriek. "Oh, I'm too happy. Too fucking happy. You needed this time alone. Talk about feelings and stuff. Right? That's what you talked about?"

Carter, already familiar with my excited screeching, chuckles.

Killian's eyes widen. His surprise is momentary, though, because soon after, a slow, mini smile creeps on his lips. "Yes. We have. I brought up another thing. A hard limit. First, I want you to tell me yours."

"I…"

"There's no rush, beautiful girl."

"Nothing's final, either."

My eyes tear up. They're adorable—in their harsh, brow-furled kind of way—when they complete each other's sentences.

"I don't need to think. I have it." I blink away the emotional tears, leveling each man with a serious gaze. "The three of us are in this together. We shouldn't pair up." I grab their hands, squeezing with everything I have in me. "Unless we all agree on it. Is that okay?"

Their thumbs stroke the inside of my wrist. I start hearing their inner communication. Wordlessly, they say they had the same thing in mind.

"We'll continue this conversation this evening." Killian releases my hand, but doesn't move to get up. His fingers wrap around my neck. "Stay here until then, okay?"

"In the penthouse?" I frown. "Why?"

"You're ours," Carter growls.

"That's supposed to be an answer?"

"Yes," they answer simultaneously.

"Do I have a say in this?"

"No." Carter bites my shoulder. He's cute, even when he's possessive as fuck.

"If you need to get out of the house for something, anything, call Carter or me and we'll come to pick you up." Killian offers me another one of his small smiles that makes me forget my annoyance. "Be your drivers for the weekend. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like I've been kidnapped." They both smile now, and suddenly, being a prisoner in this ivory tower doesn't sound terrible. "Okay. Fine."

"Don't let anyone in." Carter's voice is the most somber I've ever heard him. "For the off chance the guy who broke into your apartment followed us somehow."

He's worried. I'm not. The random burglar won't bother with stalking me anymore. He'll just find another person to attack.

Oh, fuck. I'll be the one to blame for someone else getting hurt. Maybe even dying.

Then again, I didn't file a complaint so the police wouldn't lock Carter up for kicking the asshole's ass.

When it comes to choosing between Carter and other people…I choose Carter. Every single time.

"I won't open the door. No one comes in here no matter what." I kiss the two men's stubbled cheeks. "Swear."

"Such a good girl," both of them tell me.

Then they carry me to a long, hot shower.