CHAPTER EIGHT

I'm no stranger to waking up with Carter's cock in my mouth.

Smooth and hard against my tongue. It steals my breath from me.

I consented to him taking me in my sleep at the beginning of our relationship. Truth is, I consented to every kinky idea he offered.

However, when I consented, I agreed to have Carter's cock inside me. He said he'd never share me.

And that really is his dick I have in my mouth. I recognize the texture of the taut skin on his shaft. The corded vein my tongue knows so well. His Prince Albert grazing the back of my throat.

But I can't get over the smell.

Carter's cock smells like his soap and the delicious natural smell of his body.

The spicy cologne invading my senses doesn't belong to him. I smelled it before. On someone else.

No.

Impossible.

It can't be Killian.

It has to be Killian.

Oh, my God. I remember it now. My brave self in my dream begged for Carter and Killian. Asking them to do things I'd never do in real life.

I must've said them out loud.

I'm mortified.

I scratch Carter's thighs, needing to explain myself. As soon as my nails graze his skin, Carter releases his hold on my nose. He cups my cheek while he continues to choke me one thrust at a time.

I'm panicking. I need answers, and he doesn't give them to me. I don't mind his dick in me.

Don't mind the idea of him and Killian doing things to me, both of them. Even when I'm unconscious.

Fuck, I want them to.

I just wish it wasn't because I talked in my fucking sleep.

Killian's here. Has to be close. My eyes are blindfolded, so my best guess is he's at my feet. Or he could be lying next to me, watching his stepson violating my mouth while I take it like a good girl.

"Feel something different, pet?" Carter reads my mind. Another proof of the strength of our bond. "Smack my ass once for yes."

He doesn't give me another option. Doesn't say tap twice if you want me to stop.

I don't need him to.

His dominant voice gives me all the reassurance I need. That whatever I said in my sleep shouldn't humiliate me.

My open palm connects to the toned, flexed muscles of his butt.

Slap.

"Yeah, you do." His grip on my cheek tightens. "You smell him on you."

I smack his ass again.

Carter pulls out of me so fast that I cough.

"You're not wrong." He shifts on the bed, lowering down my body. "You do have his smell on you."

Carter's lips are on my jaw. The pierced head of his cock presses to my clit. He rocks his hips, his cock sliding easily on my wet pussy. My body jolts with every swipe of his Prince Albert to my sensitive bud.

"And you like it." Carter bites my earlobe.

I moan loudly as pleasure and pain blend inside me. That's the only sound my mouth makes. I don't know what to say, so I don't.

"Beautiful Amara. My dirty little whore." Carter's cock slides through my lips, pushing an inch of it inside me. "Want my stepdad and me together. To fuck you. To fuck each other. So fucking dirty."

"Carter." His name is a plea.

A plea for him to fill my pussy. To tell me where Killian is. To remove the blindfold so I can see his smoldering gray eyes and Killian's dark ones.

"I heard you in your sleep," he confirms my suspicions.

Mortification threatens to wipe out the heavy lust I have for Carter and—fuck—for his stepdad.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about." He reads my mind again.

Words continue to evade me. I bite the corner of my lip, my cheeks flaming.

"Admit it." Carter's hot breath fans along my neck, his hand rubs and his fingers flexing the underside of my breast. "Say you want him with us. Then I'll tell you if he's here."

He squeezes my breast, and I yelp, "Yes."

"Louder." His sinful hand skates higher, tugging on my nipple ring. "Say it fucking louder, pet."

Pain slices through me as he twists the piercing and tugs. A delicious one that has me moaning and squirming beneath Carter.

"Use your words." He sinks his cock deeper inside me, his teeth traveling along the sensitive nerve endings of my throat. "I need to hear them, Amara."

No one else has given me the heady feeling I get around Carter. But I'm not that heady that I can't read between the lines. He likes the idea of being fucked by Killian. Of Killian taking me.

Carter makes it sound dirty and wonderful. Uncomplicated. Like there's nothing wrong in finding love together. The three of us.

"Yes." The word tears itself out of my throat. "I dreamed about the two of you inside me, inside each other. I want it. I want it so fucking bad."

"The blindfold," Carter growls in response. "That's his tie you have covering your beautiful eyes. Killian isn't in our bedroom."

My cheeks heat, my neck burning. He's not here, and now Carter is aware of my highly inappropriate attraction. Of my filthy fantasies.

We haven't been quiet about it, either. Killian might still be up. He could overhear us. Could be disgusted by us. Or turned on.

"I wanted to mess with your head, pet." The rest of my thoughts die a quick death in my head when Carter manhandles me to my stomach. "Play a little game with your sweet, twisted mind."

"Ow!" I cry out when he pulls my hips high up.

"I got so turned on listening to you mumble. The things you said. My stepdad and I filling your holes?" In one forceful shove, Carter slams into my pussy from behind. "Or have him fuck my ass while I go down on you?"

His hand pushes me down between my shoulder blades as he slams into me ruthlessly. I want this pain. Need this pain. My fingers dig into the sheets. I cling to them while I take every harsh pounding of Carter's massive cock. He ruts hard and fast into me, slapping my ass.

"You're not mad?" I moan, though the word is muffled.

"Never." The effort makes his voice hoarse. "You're a deviant slut, wanting Killian's cock to come between us. I don't fucking hate it. At all."

A groan that isn't Carter's echoes in the room. Louder than his grunts and the wet sounds of him pounding into my pussy. One that came from the direction of the door.

Killian. He may not be inside the room, but he's here.

Lurking in the hall. Watching us. Stroking his cock, fucking his hand.

Carter has known all along.

Taboo tastes sweet on my tongue. Everything about this scene screams wrong. Following up on our darkest desires shouldn't be happening.

The fragile dynamic we have would be no more.

We won't last beyond tonight, that much I'm sure of. I have my reasons. I'm positive Carter and Killian have plenty of their own. Otherwise, they would've done something by now.

"It won't happen." Once again, Carter pulls violently out of me. "Don't worry, though." He bends to kiss and suck on one of my ass cheeks. "I'll have you filled up. So filled up, you'll scream."

He gets up, and I hear him walking across the room.

Is he going to let Killian in?

The room's quiet. I don't hear them talking. I don't hear anything but Carter's feet and the sonorous beats of my heart.

Without Carter holding me up, I'm limbless on the bed, murmuring his name over and over. I'm high, too high on Killian's cologne and Carter's everything.

"You called, pet?"

The harsh spank jerks my attention back to Carter. "Always," I whisper.

"Kinky little girl." Carter slides his arm between me and the mattress and jerks me up to my hands and knees. His teeth tug on my earlobe, and he says, "My precious slut. I'll always do everything to bring each and every one of your fantasies to life."

Another low, barely audible growl. Again, not Carter's.

While Carter's busy squirting lube on my asshole, I decide to rebel. I have to know. Have to see Killian for myself.

Like a snake in the grass, I slide my hand up. Carter's attention remains on my ass, lubing it, pushing his thumb in. He hasn't caught me.

I have to see.

Inch by inch, I push Killian's tie up my forehead.

A stripe of light filters through the crack in the door. A thin sliver that starts just over six foot three if I had to guess. Killian's height.

My eyes adjust to the dim light in the room. I can make half of Killian's face, while Carter adds a second finger to my ass.

I see Killian pushing the door a tiny bit wider. And the cock he's stroking. Jesus, he's huge. As in Carter huge.

Carter is big.

"I'm obsessed with your asshole." The broad tip of the vibrator and Carter's growl demand my attention. I adjust the tie on my head, leaving an inch to have a view of Killian. "I fucked it with my cock and our vibrators, put butt plugs in it, and look at you. Still tight and fucking perfect."

Carter offers pain. Sweet pain. Pain that has me crying and screaming his name. So loud that normally he gags me to keep my neighbors or Killian from thinking he's murdering me.

Tonight, Carter doesn't want me quiet.

Tonight, he'll fuck me to oblivion for my own pleasure and for my screams to seduce Killian.

He thinks of everything, my Carter.

"You're going to take it."

I'm aroused. My pucker is lubed. Stretched. The head of the vibrator slips inside me without a struggle.

"You're going to pretend it's Killian's." Carter stills, pinching my ass to coax another scream out of me.

"Carter," I shout when the rest of the dildo is being shoved inside my tight hole.

While Killian watches.

"No, Killian. Since he gets to have your ass." Carter rises, pulling me up with one arm around my stomach. "I get to fuck your dripping pussy."

The bed is warm. The smell of sex and decadence lingers in the air. The sting in my ass evolves into a mind-numbing pleasure.

"Hold still, A." Carter lets go of me, and I do as he says.

Because he's not asking. He's not fucking requesting.

He orders me.

Despite the pressure on my ass and the overwhelming desires swirling inside me, I stay upright.

Carter's "Good little pet" is followed by Killian's short nod.

My heart squeezes in my chest. None of the men has acknowledged the other's presence. None of them stepped forward to turn this fantasy into something real.

Meaning a fantasy is all we'll ever be.

Carter slips his finger along the inside of my thigh, then removes it. The sound of him sucking on his finger and the pop at the end mends my broken heart. Reminds me that I have him. That what we have is freaking epic.

"You're delicious." He smacks my ass again, a period to end his sentence. "I'll never stop eating you out. Ever."

"Thank you." I sigh. I'm overwhelmed, turned on, and am so fucking grateful for him.

"Thank me when my cock is buried deep inside you."

Carter moves the vibrator in and out of my ass. When my body shakes and I'm seconds from collapsing, he leaves it there, grabs my hips, and shows me no mercy as he pushes himself all the way in.

He's fully seated inside. Both his girth and the vibrator's stretch me, fill me. The air pushes out of my lungs.

"Thank you, Carter."

"That's it." Another smack. And another one. "Taking two cocks so well."

His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. Tomorrow, I'll have blue and purple marks. Sitting on it will hurt. Which is why I'll wear tight jeans. To feel him with me always.

Carter ruts into me, his hand pressing on the vibrator to keep it in place. He's relentless. Hits me hard each and every time until the blindfold drops back in place.

My eyes see nothing.

My ears work just fine. After long minutes of me being ravaged by Carter, Killian lets out a grunt. Or a laden breath.

Lust explodes behind my eyes. A moan escapes my lips and my pussy clenches around Carter. I melt at the sound Killian made, combined with Carter's dirty, all-consuming love.

Then I come. The force of my orgasm pummels through me. My body quivers. My elbows tremble. Carter groans at how I clench around him, squeezing, sucking him into me.

"Is this what you dreamed of? Being our sweet, used hole?" Carter holds me with one hand, shoves the vibrator deep. "Being owned by two cocks?"

More. I want more than that. I want them together.

I can't talk. I can hardly breathe. I ride the sensations as they burn through my stomach. On my fingertips.

This isn't just about me, though. It's about Carter's body touching me. About his stepdad watching us.

In the darkness behind Killian's silk tie, I imagine him touching both Carter and me. That Carter loves it like I do.

Carter bends forward, winding his fist in my hair, and yanks me up. As much as the vibrator in my ass allows, anyway.

"Answer me," he grunts, tugging on my roots for emphasis. "You get off on that? That's why you came like a good little whore on my dick?"

Though the vibrator isn't actually Killian's dick, I play along. It's freaking hot.

"Yes." My stomach winds as a second orgasm builds. I push back against Carter, needing more, desperate for him to give me more to jump over that edge. "I want to come with both of you inside me."

"You will," he whispers, and I know it's for my ears only. I'm not sure why.

Honestly, in this blissful moment, I don't find it in me to care.

There's a reason they invented the word later.

Carter"s hand slithers from my hair to my neck. He chokes me, angling my head up.

"Come with me."

I wait until his cock swells in my pussy. Until he stretches me seconds before his orgasm shoots inside me. Until his groans are unrestrained and his fingers pinch my clit mercilessly.

Then, and only then, do I allow myself to let go. With him.

And him. Killian's attempt to quiet his grunt of pleasure fails. The feral sound gives him away.

He came with us.

In the darkness I'm in, I let myself ride the waves of my orgasm while these two men come off theirs.

I'm in heaven.

I'm in love. I'm going to die, I'm so happy.

"I adore you, pet." Carter tilts my head, slanting his lips against mine. Claiming me with a passionate kiss. Biting me. Plunging his tongue behind my lips.

He makes love to my lips for minutes that feel like hours. I cry out when he stops, then smile at how gentle he's being.

Carter caresses my stomach, my breasts. He pulls out of me ever so slowly, removing the vibrator tenderly. Making sure his touch comforts and doesn't hurt. Spoiling me.

He's the master of aftercare. He can be the most violent man while his dick is hard, but once we're done, he's back to being a big softy.

My unhinged, cutie pie, muffin.

It makes me wonder what Killian is like. Would he have threaded his fingers through Carter's hair, kissed his forehead, ran him a bath like Carter does for me? Would he have spooned the two of us in bed, whispering sweet nothings to help us come down from the high?

I don't know. I probably never will.

"Let's get you out of that, A." His hands are on me to help me to my back. Kisses my pussy. Removes Killian's tie.

There he is, my handsome guy. His muscles pulsing, his dick still hard. The room is darker, though. When I sneak a glance to the side, I find the door to Carter's bedroom has been closed.

"Such a good girl." Carter's mouth tastes like me. And I smile. "I'll take care of you, Amara. From now until the day I die. I'll take care of you."

I believe him.

"You deserve a bath." Carter's feet hit the rug by his bed first, his arms scoop me up second. The moonlight illuminates him enough so his gray orbs sparkle.

My body shivers at the forehead kiss he gives me. I fight to keep my eyes open. To look at my handsome, perfect man.

"I'll find a way," he says, his words cryptic, and he doesn't elaborate.

I don't ask him to, either.

I let him carry me to his bathroom and give me the warmest bath. That's more than enough.

That's everything I need.