CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Completion

My head rested on Xavier’s shoulder as we drove from the reception to our hotel for the night. Marco rested his hand on my knee, and Sebastian sat across from me in the limo, his legs entangled with mine. His intense gaze held me captive. December in Alaska was bitter cold, but their combined warmth helped to ease the chill.

When the limo took a road heading out of town, I sat up. “Where are we going?”

Xavier whispered, “It’s a surprise. Go ahead and get some rest.” He urged me to rest my head back on his shoulder.

Sleep was easy after the excitement of the day. I closed my eyes and succumbed to oblivion. Our ceremony, quaint and intimate, led to pleasant dreams.

The jostling of the car from side to side woke me some time later. “Where are we?”

Xavier kissed my forehead. “Almost there.”

I sat up and stretched, noticing the flickering lights in the distance. They seemed to sparkle in the darkness of the forested road we traveled. The limo came to a stop, and in its headlights sat a small, rustic, wood cabin. Candlelight danced in the windows and puffs of smoke rose from the chimney. Sculptures made of ice lined the snow covered walk that led to the wooden front door.

After the driver opened the door for Xavier, he stepped out and extended his hand to me. I grasped his fingers, allowing him to guide me from the car. Marco and Sebastian piled out behind us.

The driver closed the door and retrieved our baggage from the trunk.

“It’s beautiful.” I gazed at the ice sculptures of chess pieces—two knights, the king and the queen. The ice sparkled with the reflections of the candlelight.

Xavier must have noticed my enthrallment. “It seemed symbolic of all we have been through.”

The driver made several trips past us while I admired the art.

Xavier stepped away for a moment to have a quick discussion with the driver and then returned to my side.

I shivered.

Sebastian placed his hand on the small of my back. “Let’s get you inside. I don’t want you catching a cold.”

I gathered my dress in my hands and climbed the weathered wooden stairs in my Tiffany-blue heels. Marco held the door open.

I stepped across the threshold into a single room cabin—not more than twenty feet by twenty feet. The walls were made of exposed wood and mud. A small kitchenette occupied the corner by the fireplace. A hand-woven rug covered the rustic wooden floorboards. In another corner of the room was an oversized bed large enough for all of us. Inviting white linens accented with red embroidery spread over the mattress and were topped by a giant, hand-made quilt. A circular tub, big enough to fit two—maybe three—people was situated opposite the bed. I walked to the iron-bound door between the kitchen and the bed, nudging it open with my palm. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw the toilet. Traipsing to the outhouse in the middle of the night might have added some tarnish to the wonder they had created.

Marco stoked the fire, and Sebastian filled a kettle with water at the sink.

Xavier coaxed the faux fur shawl from my arms. “I picked this place because I wanted us to have no distractions. Just us. When we get back, we’ll have a public wedding. With just the two of us, your sister, and the media.”

“Why just the two of us?”

He smiled. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to answer questions from the media. But we don’t have to do it that way. What do you want, Elaine?”

Marco and Sebastian stopped what they were doing and walked toward me; their gazes were intense as they awaited my answer.

“I just made a vow to respect and love each of you. Regardless of what’s easiest, it seems disrespectful to deny that what we have exists, just to have a simpler path. I wouldn’t have gone through with our wedding this afternoon if I was going to be ashamed of what we have.”

They embraced me all at once. A flurry of kisses peppered my face and neck.

I giggled. “Besides, that media attention will be nothing compared to what I’ve been through in the past. I’ll welcome the challenge that comes from anyone who dares to question our commitment.”

Sebastian kissed my neck. “You know, as much as I hate that fucking Society and everything they have done, the woman you’ve become because of it all, excites me.” He kissed me under my jaw while his hand unzipped my dress. “At that restaurant in France you were so naïve. Not exactly a child, but not yet a woman. The person you are today—resolute, confident and loyal—is what every woman should aspire to be, and I am honored to be yours.”

Xavier kissed me and against my lips he breathed, “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Marco cupped my chin and turned my head, dragging me away from Xavier’s lips. “And that, bella, is why you’ll never get rid of me.”

I reached up and captured his untied bowtie, pulling him toward me. “I wouldn’t let you leave, even if you wanted to.”

Marco brushed his lips over mine, teasing. “And if I tried, what would you do? Tie me up?”

My mouth curved into a wicked grin against his lips. “No.” I snaked my tongue out and ran it over his bottom lip. “I’d let Sebastian do it.”

“Goddamn, woman.” His mouth ravished mine.

Sebastian slid the dress from my arms, and it pooled at my ankles on the floor. “Oh…you…naughty girl.”

They weren’t the only ones with surprises. My white, lace push-up bra and garters were a far cry from my usual casual under garments. Though I didn’t think I’d end the day married, I did expect to be disrobed at some point by at least one of them. We were, after all, supposed to be staying in a hotel room in a strange city.

They each stepped back and drank me in.

Xavier groaned. “Oh, Elaine.”

I pulled Xavier closer by the lapel of his shirt and then began unbuttoning. He assisted me while we engaged in a fierce kiss.

Sebastian ran his fingers between my legs. “No panties. You are asking for it.”

Marco moved behind me, kissing a trail from my hairline to the small of my back.

“So what are you gonna do about it?” I nearly whimpered the words.

Sebastian slipped his hand into my bra and untucked my breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “The first thing I’m going to do is watch Xavier fuck this beautiful pussy of ours.” He pinched my nipple hard, coaxing a gasp from my lips and then ran his fingers between my legs. “After you’re good and wet and Xavier has filled you up, Marco and I are going to fuck you at the same time in here.” He pushed his fingers into my sex. “Ever since Xavier mentioned it in that hotel room the night you returned to us, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. Both our cocks inside your pussy, fucking you, my cock sliding against Marco’s.” He let out a breathy groan, and then snatched my hand and placed it on his cock. “Feel how hard I am thinking about it.” He rubbed back and forth between my legs. “Feels like I’m not the only one excited about the idea. Your pussy is soaked.”

Xavier removed the rest of his clothes, and he stood bare, his cock at attention.

I grabbed his hand, pulling him to me. “How do you want me, my king?”

He led me to the bed and sat near the headboard. “I want to look in my wife’s eyes while we make love for the first time.”

He steadied me as I climbed onto the bed. I straddled him and eased down his length.

“Oh, Elaine…” He groaned, cupping my face. His gaze darkened as I slid my slick sex up and down his shaft.

I bent and kissed him while setting a rhythm.

“You are so beautiful.” He reached up and freed the breast still contained in my bra. With every glide of my hips down his length, my breasts bounced. He drew one nipple between his lips.

A throaty moan sounded beside me, and I turned to see Sebastian’s hand wrapped around Marco’s cock. Marco bit his full lip and another moan escaped on a breath as Sebastian slowly stroked his straining shaft.

Sebastian whispered, but was loud enough for Xavier and I to hear, “I want you nice and hard when we fuck her. We’re going to stretch that tight little cunt of hers.” Sebastian fisted his cock, aligning it against Marco’s and then wrapped his hands around both stroking up and down. “We’ll take her slow, and unlike my hand, she’ll be wet, dripping Xavier’s cum. And hot. So fucking hot. You’ll feel my cock stroking yours while we’re inside her.”

Xavier kissed me. “I can’t wait to watch them take you. Watch my cum coat their cocks while they fuck you.” His hips pistoned up into me. “Fuck.”

My desire grew with their words. Never would I have imagined something like that would appeal to me, but I wanted their possession. No, I needed it.

“God… Elaine…your pussy will be so full. I’m going to come just thinking about it.”

“Good. I love you, Xavier.”

He thrust up into me hard, pursed his lips, and grunted as he filled me.

The erotic sight of Sebastian working his and Marco’s cock in tandem, along with the passionate kiss they were lost in, and Xavier’s release sent me crashing. I cried out, and my body squeezed Xavier’s cock.

He moaned. “That’s it, my queen, come for me.”

I threw my head back, allowing the waves of pleasure to consume me.

Sebastian groaned. “Look, Marco, she’s coming. Nothing more beautiful. And listen to how wet she is.”

Sebastian let go of Marco and climbed onto the bed beside Xavier and me.

Xavier’s lips covered mine with one final kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Sebastian lay on his back stroking his cock. “Elaine, come over here and slide that beautiful pussy down my cock. I want to feel how tight you are. Face away from me, brace yourself on either side of me with your arms and then take me inside you.”

Xavier sat up, watching in fascination.

I straddled Sebastian and eased down his cock, while he steadied my hips.

Xavier reached over and rubbed his finger around my opening, feeling both Sebastian and me at the same time.

Sebastian’s words rang through the room. “You like watching me fuck her, don’t you, Xavier?”

“Oh yes.”

“Marco, come here. She’s soaked and ready.”

Marco towered above me. “Sweetheart, you sure you’re ready?”

I nodded, biting my lip. In this position, on my knees, leaning back on my hands, I’d be able to see his every expression.

Marco positioned himself at my entrance. “Stop fucking Sebastian for a moment, and let me in your pussy. I want to make sure my cock is nice and wet before we stretch you.”

I eased off Sebastian’s cock and lifted my pelvis, offering myself to him.

Marco called out to Xavier, “Look, X, you made such a mess of her pussy.”

Xavier inhaled deeply. “Yes. As it should be.”

Marco slipped the head of his cock in and then pushed deeper, inch-by-inch, coating himself in my wetness. He pulled out. “OK. Take Sebastian inside you,” he instructed.

I eased onto Sebastian’s cock.

Marco smiled down at me as he pressed his cock against my entrance. “Bella, tell me if we hurt you. We’ll stop.”

Sebastian pulled nearly out and they eased in together, stretching me.

The stinging was overshadowed by the delightful fullness. I gasped with each inch of their invasion.

Xavier’s finger traced around my entrance. “That is so fucking hot.”

I was so full. I had never felt anything like it.

Marco brushed my hair away from my face and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “How are you, bella? Are we hurting you?”

“No.”

“Good, because you feel so good. So tight.”

They began to move, thrusting in time together with a sensual rhythm.

“Xavier, what do you think about next time you and Marco fill her pussy and I’ll set the rhythm while fucking Marco’s ass?”

“Oh yes, as soon as I’m hard again. I want to. Elaine, I want to feel how tight you are with both of us. Please.”

All I could manage between their thrusts was a breathy, “Yes.”

Being sandwiched between the two men, being so full, felt so good.

Sebastian moaned. “Let me enjoy this for a little while. Start working your cock, and we’ll switch places. How about you, Marco? You ready for me to slide into that tight ass of yours?”

“Fuck yeah.”

They slid in and out of me a dozen or so more times, and then Marco bit his lip and said, “We’d better switch up now.” They both pulled out and Marco helped me off Sebastian.

Xavier was rock hard and ready. He took his place on the bed.

I glided down his cock, and he groaned. He held my hips, supporting me on my knees while I leaned back, resting on my hands.

Sebastian rummaged through the luggage and then approached the bed with a bottle. “Go ahead, Marco. Fuck her.”

Marco timed his entrance with Xavier, and they both grunted.

“God, so good.” I couldn’t believe the sensation, somewhere between pleasure and pain, but knowing both of them were inside me, touching was more than I could take.

Sebastian squirted the clear liquid onto their cocks, and with his hands smoothed it over their lengths while they worked in and out of me.

Marco moaned. “Christ, that’s so fucking hot.”

Sebastian leaned up and bit Marco’s ear. “Just wait until I’m buried in your ass. You’re going to lose your load all over Xavier while he’s inside her pussy.”

“Goddamn, Sebastian. You keep talking like that and I’m not going to have a chance.” Marco rasped.

Sebastian took his place behind Marco, digging his fingers into Marco’s hips.

It was easy to tell when Sebastian claimed Marco. The serenity in his expression gave way to a grimace and then transformed into a smile as his soft moan drifted over my ears.

Sebastian grasped Marco’s hips while he set a rhythm for all of us.

Marco’s labored breaths, the intensity in his gaze and his deliciously deep thrusts did the impossible—he was sexier in that moment than he had ever been, and that was a difficult feat to pull off.

Xavier’s gasps and moans echoed in my ear while his hands caused my skin to tingle under his touch.

“Fuck,” the curse echoed behind Marco’s teeth when Sebastian thrust hard, driving him and Xavier deeper inside me.

So full. So tight. So loved. I couldn’t take any more. “I’m gonna come.”

Sebastian exclaimed, “That’s my girl.”

Xavier gripped my hips. “Yes, my queen, make it rain.”

I smiled, remembering our first time together in the gallery. The images of that night heightened my climax. My muscles tightened around them, nearly forcing them out of my body as my desire dripped from where we were joined. “Fuck,” I screamed from behind my clenched jaw while my body continued to convulse around them.

“Son of a bitch.” Marco pounded harder. “God…so fucking hot.”

Sebastian moved faster. “Do it, Marco. Come inside her. Come on Xavier’s cock.”

Sebastian’s words coaxed forth another wave of pleasure and I wondered how hard I would fall again.

Husky cries filled the air as both Marco and Xavier gave in with Sebastian’s urging, expressing their finale. They drove their cocks deeper into me, filling me with their cum, leaving my pussy hot and slick.

Sebastian set a pace to join us. The sounds of his hips slapping against Marco’s ass and the grunts Marco released each time Sebastian penetrated him were the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. Marco’s face was so close to mine, I could feel his hot breath on my cheek as he propped himself up with his arms, leaning over me.

The guttural sound that left Sebastian’s throat signaled his unmistakable pleasure as he came in Marco’s ass.

Heavy breaths filled my ears while I lay sandwiched between my lovers, my husbands.

After taking a deep breath and giving Marco a light smack on the ass, Sebastian straightened, withdrew, and scooted off the bed. He made his way to the kitchenette, gathered some towels, and arranged them on the floor beside the claw foot tub. He fiddled with the spoked knobs and the sound of running water echoed through the room.

Marco withdrew and I fell onto my side, slipping off Xavier in the process. Xavier molded around me, blanketing me in his warmth.

Sebastian bent down and kissed me while cleaning between my thighs with a wet cloth. He urged me up by the elbows, bracing me as he led me on my wobbly legs to the tub. “Go on…soak for awhile. It will ease any aches and pains.” He held my hand as I stepped into the warm, inviting water. He picked up two towels from the floor and wet one end of each in the bath water before turning and presenting them to Xavier and Marco to clean up.

Marco used the towel and then rummaged through his bag. He pulled the wrapper off a granola bar and bit the end.

I laughed.

With his mouth full he said, “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just predictable.”

Sebastian returned for another towel and kissed me again before tending to himself.

I lathered myself in the vanilla-scented soap I’d chosen from the caddy spanning the length of the tub. After rinsing, I relaxed into the curve of the porcelain and watched my men mill about the cabin. They were mine. My reward. My prize for all I had been through. And the bond between us was stronger because we had all fought for it.

Xavier extended his hand to me, urging me to stand. As soon as I stepped onto the bath mat, he draped a towel around my body, rubbing away the drops of water on my skin. When he finished, he dropped the towel on the floor and guided me into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin.

Sebastian rounded the other side of the bed and climbed in at the same time as Xavier, sandwiching me between them.

Marco stoked the fire and then blew out the candles. Still crunching on the granola bar, he piled in behind Sebastian.

Xavier and Sebastian wrapped their arms around me, surrounding me with their warmth.

“Good night, my queen.” Xavier brushed the hair from my face.

“Good night, my king.”

Xavier peered into my eyes like he was trying to reach my soul.

It was in that moment, I knew I was right. All that we had endured was the price we had to pay. Even though denied so much individually, we each received three times as much love as our reward. Doubt extinguished. Hope fulfilled.