Chapter 52: Romantic

Onyx:

The rich aroma of musty cypresses covered in a think layer of earthly moss mixed with the canopy of Spanish moss, overloaded my senses as my feet squished gently into the moist soil.

Smiling brightly as the canvas of muted earthy tones, blended harmoniously with the dusty blue sky peppered with cotton ball clouds. Laughing lightly as the “castle” appeared through the thickness, quickly grabbing a shirt from the garden shed as the flat concrete balcony of my old room appeared.

“Nothing has changed.” I laughed lightly, sliding open the glass French doors as the grays blended beautifully with the pops of purple and blue along the furniture.

Sliding out into the cathedral hallway, silently sneaking up to the nursery to see my “little gems” that I’ve missed so much.

“What’s that smell?” Shehad purred darkly as her belly vibrated against the bouquet of cinnamon, honey, and orchid, smiling at the delectable aroma as my girls laid peacefully together in one of the white nursery cribs.

Tapping on the window softly as RW’s wife, Willow, turned with a bright smile and very pregnant belly as she shuffled over to the door.

“Onyx!” She whispered shouted, pulling me into a warm embrace as tears slipped silently from her eyes.

“Willow, how are they?” I asked softly as she let me slip in, quietly leaning over to kiss their soft foreheads, smelling their delightful scents.

“Strong girls.” Shehad cooed in her raspy tone as she laid quietly in the shadows with a soft swoosh of her whip-like tail.

“They’re awesome. We had to increase their milk intake with added cereal to help with their growing bodies.” Willow cooed softly as she rubbed her belly with a twisted face..

“How are you?” I smiled softly, placing my hand to her belly, feeling the tornado of feet and hands as they squirmed under my warm palm.

“Cloe and Rosa are doing simply fine when they are not killing “mommy”.” She laughed softly, poking her finger gingerly into her belly with a firm thump of disapproval.

Smiling at her as we slipped back out into the hallway, hugging with light laughs.

“If you need anything, let me know. The girls outgrew a lot of stuff and I hate for it to go to waste in the closet.” I smiled at her bright chestnut eyes as tears formed with a quick wave of her hand, whipping them away quickly.

“Thank you, but Amelia has already covered the first two years of their lives.” We laughed together, knowing how the women in this clan go overboard with pups.

“However, we are collecting donations for the families that suffered loses in the recent storms.” Willow smiled softly as little whimpers called from the nursery.

“Okay, perfect. I’ll talk with you later.” I hugged her one last time, before slipping back down the hallway into our room, sighing in comfort as the massive walk-in shower appeared before me.

“Is it big enough.” Shehad laughed darkly, slipping the shirt from my body as the shower panel beeped with a hot hundred and thirty degrees and all twelve jets roaring to a steamy cloud of relaxation.

“In this family, nope!” I laughed back with a heavy pop of the p.

Shehad groaning darkly as the hot water pelted every inch of my sore body, sighing in relief as the water massaged my scalp into a tingling trans.

Grunting in annoyance, feeling the “Yeti” growing along my legs with the hideous bush fixing to be mowed down as the guys slipped into the shower.

Shivering in excitement, realizing we all needed weed wacked and trimmed.

“She’s natural.” Mikkel laughed darkly as Birgir and Davyn licked their lips with a bright glint laced across their expressions.

“Not the only thing “natural”.” Shahad laughed darkly from the shadows.

Inhaling sharply as Davyn and Mikkel scooped me into their arms, laying me gently against the stone floor as earth shattering shocks, ripped through my body with a soft moan.

“We thought…” Placing my finger to Davyn’s lips, feeling his body shiver under my touch as my fingers glided gently over the soft, pink tinted flesh.

“It will take more than their abuse to take us down.” I smiled softly as his lips brushed along my knuckles as he placed kisses along the sensitive flesh.

Their eyes flashed a dangerous hue of green as Birgir handed them a razor, lathering up the shaving cream as Mikkel sat me in his lap. Exhaling deeply with Shehad as Mikkel massaged the honey infused shampoo into my locks, watching as Davyn and Birgir each took a leg with a gentle precision.

“My “Trouble Three”.” I moaned softly as my body trembled in a weightless surge of heat, gasping loudly as their fingers brushed along my naked flesh.

“Our “Trouble Three”.” Shehad rumbled darkly as dark, timbered grunts echoed around her.

Slipping my fingers through Mikkel’s long locks, tugging his face towards my impatient lips, tasting the soft hint of honey as our lips massaged against each other.

Rolling our tongues with chesty groans as a shock of electricity erupted through my core, turning my eyes to Davyn and Birgir lifting my legs to their shoulders.

“Trimmed or bald?” They asked with a chesty grunt, licking their lips with a hunger felt deep within my burning inferno.

Shehad clicked her chest in delight as my body melted with each kiss and caress, gasping with a shock as Mikkel massaged his fingers into my flesh with the honey shampoo. Shifting slightly as his hardened erection poked along my backside, exhaling as Davyn held my tingling lips taut, while Birgir glided the razor over the burning flesh.

“Bald.” I whispered in a raspy hiss, feeling their fingers twitch along the heightened nerves, closing my eyes in a flutter as the hot water rolled over our taut muscles.

Whirling in excitement as my body was shaved and washed with a delicious tang of fiery snaps, moaning softly with each rushing wave of heat.

“All done.” Birgir growled playfully as they pulled me to my feet with a pouty lip, wanting more as Birgir slid his hand through my wet locks.

Crashing his lips into mine, curling my toes as Shehad purred in delight as his salty tongue glided smoothly along my mouth, absorbing each moan that threatened to escape. Gasping for breath as Davyn plunged into my lips with a fiery passion, tipping me backwards as my body yearned for their embrace.

“Go dry off and wait for us.” Davyn spoke softly as his lips trailed along my jaw, pecking the flesh as Mikkel and Birgir attacked my collarbone and neck.

Grunting in disapproval as their hands vacated my naked flesh, leaving an icy burn as I wrapped the towel around my chest and hair.

“What are you planning?” I asked with a tilted smirk as their lips twisted into sinister smirks of dark desire.

“You’ll find out.” They growled lowly as their hands guided me out the shower, dragging my feet in protest as warm vanilla drifted gently across my nostrils.

Gasping loudly into my hands as the room, danced beautifully against the warm flickering of the purple and cream candles grouped around the room. The sun drapes closed against the afternoon sun, sinking the gray washed flooring into a deep, muted gray sprinkled gently with orchid pedals.

“Romantic.” Shehad purred deeply with a bright flicker of gold against the darkness.

“They’re very romantic with a twist of naughty.” I laughed softly, dropping the towel to the side chair as my fingers slid gently along the purple, silk sheets as the natural coolness rolled over my heated flesh.

Exhaling darkly, flopping over to my back as the drummer triple based along my drenched walls, waiting patiently for my trio. Closing my eyes, feeling the rolling waves of pleasurable heat, creep along the ancient dragon blessing now tattooed over my body.

“The Blessing of Dragon’s.” Shehad spoke deeply as my hands trailed along my sides, sending an eruption of shivers along my spine with a quick clench of my thighs as my core wept.

“Hey, Alexa. Play “Not Afraid Anymore by Halsey”.” I commanded the system as the infamous voice spoke back with a mechanical attitude.