The second slap rips a cry from me. But a kiss assuages the pain. Already, I recognize the differences between each man. Dax’s hand struck me. Wren’s lips eased the pain.
“I’m going to tear your ass apart.”I hope so. Quinn’s gruff promise has me wiggling my backside for more. More of everything.
Quinn releases me, and I lift my head. His beautiful, massive cock is so close. I open my mouth, and he pushes his way in as if it was as natural as breathing.
I suck him as deep as I’m able—and then more, fighting against my gag reflex to rip gruff sounds of pleasure from him. And when Dax nudges my slick entrance with his cock, I moan as his wide tip stretches its way inside me. The old wooden bedframe protests under the weight of our bodies as Dax fills me. He’s massive, and I’m still sore from Wren. It takes my body a few moments to accommodate his size. Once it does, he grips my hips and finds his tempo. Pushes me forward, moving my mouth along Quinn’s shaft. It’s a shove and pull momentum, and although I’m caught between these powerful men, they’ve given me control.
I can stop this at any time.
Never.
Quinn twines my hair in his hands to hold it out of my way. He’s rasping out barely coherent words as I work him into a frenzy.
“You are stunning with Quinn in your mouth and Dax in your cunt.” Wren’s lips brush the shell of my ear, his breath a whisper over my flesh. “The day will come when we’ll fill you together. You want that, don’t you?”
I moan in answer and wiggle my ass against Dax’s cock. This pulls a hiss from him as he slams into me.
“Her nipples, Wren,” Quinn grits out. “Hurt them.”
I cringe and whimper when Wren punishes my breasts in Quinn’s stead. He twists and pinches the already aching peaks. But he doesn’t stay there long. His hand moves to my pussy, with his strong fingers playing in the wet around my clit. Drawing slow circles as Dax drives into me.
“She’s so close, Wren.” Dax doesn’t break his rhythm. “Get her there.”
“That’s it, Zee.” Wren’s voice is hoarse, coaxing me to my climax. “Come for us again. Show us how good we make you feel.”
His words are the sprinkle of magic that has nothing to do with my hair and everything to do with the heart.
I roll my hips. Push back to chase Dax’s cock each time he draws himself almost entirely out. Moaning around Quinn when Dax fills me with his thick, long shaft. Then Quinn’s hands tighten in my hair to hold my head steady. He growls my name and fucks my mouth to find his release. I swallow the ropes of cum he shoots down my throat. When the last of it is spent, he stretches his muscled arm toward a bedpost, panting as he grabs it to steady himself. And as Dax spills into me, the familiar tide comes rushing back. My orgasm takes me on another warm and wonderful ride—leaving me to coast in the aftermath wrapped in Wren’s arms.
Before Quinn and Dax leave us, long after we’ve all come down from the glow, they kiss me hard and possessive—and promise they won’t be far. They understand that I spent a lifetime alone, I need to keep the people I love close.
25
WREN
Ihave regrets.
Many fucking regrets.
Sharing Rapunzel with Quinn and Dax isn’t among them.
My relationship with Rapunzel has always been uniquely…ours. It began by chance. We survived because of our devotion to each other—even when pride, folly, and distrust nearly tore us apart. The four of us are stronger together, and as I watch the summer breeze catch in Rapunzel’s hair while she toils in the garden with Emma and Arthur, a coil tightens in my gut. Especially when she spies me watching her from where I stand on the lists. She sits back on her heels and waves to me from across the courtyard. Her radiance breaks the gloom of the dreary afternoon.
The weather is fitting for the news I have to deliver.
I wave back, then gesture for her as I step off the training ground. Yesterday, after Quinn made friends with a poisoned sword and then we… Needless to say Rapunzel rose well after sunrise. Once she was awake, I invented at least a dozen excuses to avoid her. But each moment that passes breaks our promise of a precious new beginning. One built on respect and trust.
“She needs to know.” Quinn follows me off the lists.
I keep walking, although I’m still in awe of how there isn’t a trace of the fatal injuries left on his body. “How much did you hear when you were supposed to be dying?”
“Bits and pieces, but it was enough.”
Some men, when faced with death, get desperate. Desperation pours confessions from doomed lips. One of Glasburg’s men survived my arrow—but barely. He was, shall we say, chatty, with his dying breath and spewed information John has murdered many men to keep secret. Among those slaughtered was Percy Kincaid.
I pull off my gauntlets and scrub a hand over my face. “This is going to destroy her.”
“You’re wrong.” Quinn sheaths his sword and watches Rapunzel stroll toward us. “Make no mistake, Wren, I was a single heartbeat away from death when that woman pulled me out of hell. Literally.” Then he raises a brow. “She’s strong, and she has us behind her.”
