Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four
Bexley

As I stepped into the dark bedroom, Braxton was waiting in the shadows like a predator waiting to strike, naked and ready. He snatched me by the wrist and twirled me around, the action knocking the air from my lungs as I crashed against his chest, my palms sliding across his muscles as I struggled to find anchorage. His thumb smeared what was left of my lipstick across my cheek before his mouth covered my lips in a rough kiss. Our tongues duelled, dancing together like eels in a mating ritual, his fingers searching for the back of my dress, fumbling blindly. A harsh sound of ripped fabric tore through the air then the tattered gown slid down my body and pooled around my feet.

I snatched ragged breaths between kisses, but Braxton sought to eliminate any last trace of Malcolm, reminding me whom I belonged to, and barely giving me enough time to breathe. The stairs creaked with footsteps, letting me know we had company.

“Did you enjoy making us jealous?” Braxton rasped, sounding every inch the Alpha male.

“No,” I answered honestly, even though it thrilled me to wind them up. “Why? Were you jealous?”

Braxton kissed my neck in the most savage manner, ridding me of every last stitch of clothing. I knew he would leave suction marks. My fingers coiled around his hardness, feeling just how determined he was. Even in the dark, I could feel the intensity of Braxton’s gaze bearing down on me. My man was possessive. He had no problem with sharing me with his brothers, but not with anyone else.

“You’re ours,” he asserted, walking me back towards the bed. My thighs touched the mattress, leaving nowhere left to run. Not that I would.

Another figure moved within the shadows and started to strip, then another, and another. The rustling of clothing made up the background noise. I knew they were watching. I could hear them breathing and moving around, but they stuck to the edges of the room like voyeuristic creatures of the night, waiting their turn as their brother lowered me onto the bed and crawled over me. Braxton smelled of raw masculinity. His cologne almost worn away by his body heat. My pussy throbbed with the urge to fuck, eager to be filled. Braxton’s ravenous kisses left a trail of goosebumps in their wake; my nipples puckered ready for the taking.

“You enjoyed teasing us, Bexley?” Braxton uttered in a dark and foreboding rasp.

“You shouldn’t be so easy to tease,“ I retorted. “I did my job . . . sue me if it dented your ego.”

Someone in the room chuckled and it sounded like Dominic. I wasn’t ready for what came next. So, when Braxton pinned my hands above my head and someone held them in place, it took me by surprise. He had help, but I didn’t know who. Something smooth curled around my ankles and I found I couldn’t move. Then, in a whirl of blindness, they flipped me onto my stomach. My knees were unable to meet because of the obstruction between my ankles. In the following instant, Braxton filled my mouth with something hard and round, buckling the clasp at the back of my head. This was supposed to be hallowed ground, not a sex den. My pussy creamed for some action, wondering what devilish things they were going to do to me.

“Bexley, Bexley,” Braxton taunted, stroking the cleft of my arse with his finger. “How should we punish you?”

I knew what to expect before I felt an almighty slap, followed by a not-so-subtle intrusion. The stretch and burn in my anus as Braxton shoved his finger inside me brought tears to my eyes.

Motherfucker!

“Hmph,” I bit down on the ball gag that muffled my cries. As much as I thrived off being a strong independent woman, there was nothing quite like being overpowered by a dominant Alpha male, especially knowing that there were three more waiting in the wings to step in when required.

“This belongs to me.” Braxton made that clear as he finger-fucked my back passage. “You’re going to remember that when you try to sit tomorrow.”
Cruz muscled in and wriggled into the space beneath me, grabbing my hips and positioning his cock at the mouth of my pussy, then sucked my nipples between his lips. He held me steady as Braxton squeezed something cold and sticky onto the tip of his cock and slathered it all over us. I knew what they were planning and I braced myself ready.

“This belongs to us,” Cruz asserted in a controlled upward thrust that took my breath away. The push seemed to take forever until he bottomed out, burying his cock to the root.

“Uhhh,” I squealed, my jaw aching around the solid ball.

Fingers stroked my chin, lifting my gaze to two waiting cocks that were eager to be handled. My hands coiled around Dominic and Asher’s manhoods and stroked.

“Permission to come aboard, baby,” Braxton rasped, nudging his swollen glans at my rear.

I groaned with trepidation, not wanting to regret this later. This was going to be eye-poppingly uncomfortable, despite the lube easing his passage.
“Humph,” I murmured, trying to tell him to go easy on me.

And I knew they would. Every touch, movement, caress, made me feel like a cherished queen. I relaxed against Cruz and breathed through my nose, his hands stroking my spine in a soothing manner. He knew just how to calm me with the gentlest touch; such a big tough beast, but with a heart as soft as caramel. Braxton’s breath skipped in his throat as he pushed through my resistance, breaking through the ring of muscle until I was seeing stars. The feeling of having Cruz and Braxton filling me to the brink of breaking point almost felt too much. My swollen clit pressed against Cruz like he was holding it hostage, grazing against the thatch of curls on his groin for friction. Then Braxton started to move, stimulating both me and Cruz as he worked his cock like a piston, his undulated movements were like a well-oiled machine, forcing me to take my pleasure out on Asher and Dom as I stroked them senseless. Cruz hissed at each ministration, no doubt experiencing the slide of Braxton’s cock through the thin layer of flesh. The room filled with erotic sex noises, grunting, groaning, and the sinful squelching sound of my pussy getting wetter, and my arse being fucked. The heady scent of dick and pussy filled the air with musk.

Before the Wolfe Brothers, sex had always been mediocre in comparison. I never knew it could feel this good. Never did I think I would be lying in this position, taking four big dicks at once. I could have sucked one off if it wasn’t for the restriction between my teeth, then I could have alternated as I worked on them. But that wasn’t their plan. They wanted me to feel everything that they were giving to me. My nerve endings crackled with a frisson of excitement; I felt the tug on my stomach as my orgasm neared. My groans turned to desperate whimpers as my body became their instrument of sexual pleasure. I loved being theirs to share, theirs to love, to adore. If this was our last night on earth, I wanted to spend it being as close to my men as humanly possible.
Asher and Dominic’s cocks swelled in my hand; their hips started jerking as if they were chasing their release.

“Bex …,” Asher groaned, then didn’t finish his sentence as thick, ropey cum sprayed me in the face.

Dominic came a close second, fisting my hair as he streaked my chest with the essence of his pleasure. It went all over Cruz too, but he was too far gone to care.
My body trembled on top of Cruz, quaking as my climax rocked through me. Ad boy, did it just. I think they heard me from across the vineyard in the neighbouring farm. My men grunted as they humped me, their cocks swelling to enormous proportions to the point I thought I might pass out with the intensity.

“Uhh,” Braxton roared.

Cruz barked out a harsh cry beneath me, his fingers digging into my thighs just as Braxton’s clung to my hips. Our skin was sweaty, hot, aiding our ministrations as we slid together on the bed.

Then liquid warmth filled my insides as their hips jerked against me, but I was too far gone, floating on a cloud of bliss. Right now, I didn’t give a shit if I went straight to hell. The rush was worth it.

“Fuck,” Braxton huffed as he slumped over me.

Cruz couldn’t speak; all he could do was flare his eyes as he caught his breath, his muscular chest rising and falling with each ragged respiration. Asher left to fetch a washcloth, and Cruz freed me from my bindings. I was sticky all over and my jaw ached. They washed away their seed as best as they could, cleansing my face and body with warm wet cloths.

“Was that to your satisfaction, Mrs Wolfe?” Braxton asked, adding a husky chuckle at the end.

“You know that it was,” I replied, stretching with contentment.

Dominic returned to the bedroom with a bottle of chilled Champagne and five tall flutes.

“I want to celebrate the small victory we had tonight,” he said, as he poured us all a large measure of the pale effervescent liquid. “We’re about to face the final hurdle.”

Braxton and Cruz were kneeling on the bed beside me, and Asher and Dom were sitting on the edge of the mattress, facing us.

Dominic continued as we paused with our glasses held out in front of us, “It’s not going to be easy, but at least we all have each other.” He raised his glass to make a toast. “Here’s to family,” he finished.

“To family,” we chorused, then took a sip of champagne.

When I think about how far we’ve come together, I know we can overcome any hurdles that life throws at us.