Chapter 30: "Wait, I Know You."
Chapter 30: "Wait, I Know You."
Onyx:
The butterflies swirled and collided against my chest waiting for the guys to join me, laying her in the dimly lit room as the soft silk cooled and ignited the swirling fires of desire, patiently waiting for them.
“Relax, it was a great surprise.” Shehad laughed softly from the shadows as footsteps approached the heavy black steel door, creating a somewhat soundproofed barrier between the room and the outside. Inhaling sharply as the door clicked open and their manly scents engulfed my body, causing my chest to rise and fall erratically under the golden scarfs I had chosen for tonight.
The last time we tried this, it ended up in disaster because the brothers and dragons couldn’t get over their jealousy then the news of our girls being kidnapped after Demon Wolf was attacked, just soured the whole idea. Pregnancy gave me time to plan and discuss with Jun, which made me realize that she was wiser then she let on or was it Amaya’s wisdom.
“I died and gone to heaven.” Mikkel rasped out in a purring whisper as a soft chuckle slipped past my lips at the mentioning of heaven, seeing I was his “Angel” and they were my World as sweltering palms cupped around my ankles. Gasping softly as the silk scarfs slipped from my pebbled chest as Mikkel and Davyn secured my hands above my head.
“You’ve been naughty.” Birgir rasped out next to my ear as the silky blindfold slipped over my eyes, submerged into a melting kiss as his hot sweet lips captured mine in a mewling moan. Lifting my head up with pouty lips as his body heat escaped into the cool air, allowing the tiny hairs to snap alive as goosebumps prickled along my exposed flesh.
The soft clicking of zippers with the subtle woosh as their shoes and slacks, caressed the hardwood flooring as their heart beats steadied into a teasing rhythm while they shuffled along the wall with the whips and various floggers. I chose this room for a reason, not because it was at the end of the hallway at the furthest corner of the club but the massive French inspired silver framed mirror that had hand carved embellishments along the corners and edges positioned in the lit corner with a soft warm ambiance.
“Brace yourself.” Shehad growled lowly as feathery tendrils snapped my nerves awake along my legs, gasping heavily against the fluttering sensations as cool leathery whisps dragged slowly across my pebbled nipples. Twisting, tugging against the silk scarfs that held my wrists in place against the poster, shuttering out a raspy groan against the sharp cracking and tight snapping along my stomach muscles.
“Delicious.” Davyn whispered into my ear, trailing another feathery tendril along my clenched neck muscles, arching upwards as blazing palms held my legs in place and a gasping shock, filled with an icy rush against my quivering bundle of nerves.
“Very tasty.” Mikkel purred into my seeping core, pushing the icy substance further into my twitching nub as his hot tongue circled and speared with the icy coldness laced perfectly along his smoldering tongue. Jolting against the silky material and blazing palms as everything came crashing down, rushing away with the shuttering scream as their hands and mouths teased and primmed every inch of my quaking nerves into a fury of swirling heat and electrical snaps.
“OH SHIT!” Gasping out in a sputtering exhale as the darkness enveloped the overly teased nerves into an teeth chattering rush of static heat and fuzziness, humming between pursed lips as they lapped at the seeping juices that soaked my thighs and ass. Barely coherent as their hot palms flipped my body over, angling my soaked ass in the air as my wrists were released and bound behind my back.
Damn goosebumps adding to the excitement as Nina Simon- Feeling Good (Avicii Remix) took over my senses as their hands glided and lifted my hips, shuttering in euphoria as Birgir slid between legs with his firm fingers kneading my thighs and his intoxicating ivory scent as Davyn guided me back into position.
“Fuck she’s soaked.” Birgir purred darkly as his fingers slipped inside my quivering core, launching my overactive senses into meltdown as my body shivered and jolted against their bodies, growling and snarling at their chesty chuckles. Sweltering fingers cupped my chin, guiding my head forward as Davyn and Birgir teased and caressed my backside and core, while Mikkel brushed his salty engorged head along my moist lips, licking it softly as he traced my lips with my tongue movement.
“Damn!” All three growled playfully, slipping their throbbing heads into every orifice as Game of Survival- Ruelle thumped through our bodies, ignoring the natural pause our bodies commanded as they thrusted and rolled in sync, braced by Davyn’s palm around my wrists as Mikkel guided and controlled my head.
Humming in dark euphoria as his salty tang coated my tongue, rocking my hips with Birgir and Davyn as they clashed and filled my insides to the fullest, while caressing and molding my body to theirs as we climbed the Mountain of Erotic Euphoria. Breaking past the blissful summit, rocketing into the crisp heavens as their sweaty muscles flexed and contorted around my burning flesh as we snapped and jolted in awareness as the heavens sent us crashing back to earth in an earthshattering growling euphoria.
Breaking my bonds holding onto Davyn’s neck as they rode and tossed my body like a Bucking Cowgirl, releasing every ounce of their salty cream into my body as the stratosphere released it’s hold on my body, sending me plummeting like a shooting star.
“OH FUCK!!!” Riding the rushing avalanche as my “Trouble Three” caressed and guided me back to earth in a panting heap of sweaty flesh and tussled hair, dropping into Birgir’s panting chest as Davyn and Mikkel kissed along my shoulders and back.
This right here is why I wanted to retrace our journey. Reliving the good and bad moments, while remembering our growth and personal changes, allowing us to grow into the respectable individuals and mates we have become over these past years. Something about this journey changed everyone, and it was worth everything, but the deaths could never be forgotten.
“Hey, you okay?” Birgir squeezed my waist gently, looking down at them with a soft nod as their greenish orbs glowed brightly against the soft amber hues.
“As long as you three are here, always.” Kissing his plump lips, rolling me on his chest over as Mikkel slid between my legs, gripping his forearms as they slid back into my sensitive depths, slowly more calculated as Davyn positioned himself in my mouth just as Sex on the Ceiling- Sevyn Streeter kicking into play.
Rolling my hips, brushing my taut back muscles along Birgir’s rumbling chest muscles as the night rolled into the early hours of morning as we embraced and worshiped each other’s bodies until our lingering desires were appeased by the sexual bliss we unleashed until exhaustion consumed us in a gentle embrace of sweaty limbs.
Blinking away the bright light with my hand, looking around the white-on-white corridor as a steel chair sat in solitude. My exposed flesh covered by a white linen dress as a soft click sounded behind me, looking back to see…
“Fucking UNICORNS!” Stepping back in panic, looking around for an escape as they approached with their signature looks but familiar like family familiar.
“Braxton? Jaxon?” Double-taking making sure whatever this place was…was real. I mean not real like living flesh real but dream real, because this just even more confusing. The Watchmen were the Phoenix’s and now, wait theirs four of them. All identical.
“Jesus Fuck! I died of sexual overload and now I’m hallucinating on my way to Heaven.” Talking to the white glowing ceiling, slapping my thigh with an exaggerated palm turning sharply at the hearty laughter that sounded behind the creepy versions of Jaxton and Braxton look-alikes.
“Fucked Good. Yes. Dead. No.” The hearty laugh spoke in a husky timber as his dark red locks and piercing jade eyes, looked back at me with a boyish smirk as he pulled the steel chair around, straddling it with the back against his chest.
“Sit Onyx. We’re family after all.” His voice held a sense of sincerity and calmness as another steel chair appeared, spinning it around into a mirror pose. His crisp white shirt and slacks emphasized his golden tan, highlighting those jaded eyes and dark red locks in a dangerous aura of power.
“Wait, I know you. You’re…” Pointing to his boyish smirk as his jaded eyes glowed a beautiful hue silvery-green.
“Seth Whitetail. Yes, I ‘m known as him and a few other names.” He looked over his shoulder at the four men standing behind him, chuckling softly at his response.