Broken (22 page)

“Wouldn’t you have let me take you that way if I’d asked anyways?”

“Shouldn’t
you
have asked me if there was anything I needed before I freaked the fuck out and scared you?”

“Shouldn’t you just have told us?”

“Wouldn’t it have been better to join me in not eating instead of singling me out?”

“I love when they do this,” Teak sighed. “It’s like their own dance. She and I dance, and they do this.”

“Yeah, and she and I build shit, figure out crazy inventions. We all have our weird thing with her,” Aspen chuckled. “That’s why she’s perfect.

“Maybe we wanted to see if you’d do it for us?”

“When do I get to see if you’d do it for
me
?” I shot back. By now we were in the house, and he was backing me down the stairs in the foyer. “Where’s my cake?”

“What if there is not cake?” His eyes sparkled with mischief, and I knew there was one.

“Then what will you eat off me for a second round after you take my virgin ass with our lovers?”

His eyes went wide and he stumbled. “Fuck the game.” He picked me up, wrapping me around him and racing with me up the stairs and into our room, tossing me onto the bed. Then he glanced over his shoulder. “Get in here or we’re starting without you!” He tore off my robe with one hand and used the other to trace down the middle of my body, following the path with his eyes. “Marry me?”

“Yes.”

“And us?” Teak asked, clearing his throat as they joined us.

“Sure. We can throw you guys in as well,” I chuckled, crooking my finger at them. Then I glanced at Aspen. “You ever take away my smokes again before I’m ready to quit and I’ll cut off your balls.”

“Sweet talker,” he growled as he tore off his white silk shirt and pants. It was what they’d all been wearing for the ceremony. They each kissed me before moving me where they wanted me, no foreplay or messing around much. I think they were nervous I’d change my mind or they’d screw up again in some way that would blow the whole thing.

I was just so nervous that I kind of wanted it over. I hadn’t said this so much to them, but for the past few days, this was
all
they had talked about, like it was
the
most important moment in an elf’s life. They were crazy men about it and it had driven
me
crazy and all I kept thinking about was being a porn whore with all the cocks in me and how
not
like marriage that was, and yeah—the pressure was killing me.

Teak guided my hips so I took him into me, and we moaned together before I leaned over so we were nose to nose. This fun I knew well. He smiled up at me and wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Come here often?”

“Really?
Really?
You seriously just went there?” I griped even as I smirked.

“Sorry, the nerves in here are suffocating me,” he sighed. “I’m seconds from losing my hard-on.” I was about to say
me too
until that last part, but well, I didn’t have a dick. But I felt the nerves. Not sure what else to do, I kissed him, trying not to flinch when I felt Cypress pull the plug out of my ass. Then he slowly worked his slicked up cock into me. I gasped against Teak’s mouth.

“You’re doing great, our love,” Cypress coaxed as he played with my clit and Teak fondled my breasts. I lifted my head for Aspen and nodded. He smiled at me and cupped my cheek before pushing his cock past my lips. It took a little bit longer before Cypress was all the way in me, and I was never going to be able to swallow all of Aspen’s massive cock, but we’d done it—they were all in me.

“She’s the binding,” Teak whispered as he leaned up and kissed my neck. They started moving together and my eyes rolled back into my head as I held on for the ride. Their hands were
everywhere
as their lips were as well wherever they could reach. I’d been wrong. It
was
all about me. I screamed as I came the first time.

Then the second.

And then the third.

There was a fourth.

Then I lost count.

“She’s too tight,” Cypress grunted. “I can’t hold out.” He said some words in a language I didn’t understand, and I hadn’t been expecting
that,
but then a rush flooded me somewhere deep inside that left me breathless and almost high. Then he filled me with his release.

Teak went next and the same thing happened.

Aspen held out the longest, all of them still in me until he was completely spent. Then they pulled out of me as one and flopped onto Teak.

“Tee-hee.”
Yeah, I didn’t just giggle, it was a
tee-hee
kind of stupid-ass sound that came out of me.

“Did she just
tee-hee
?” Aspen panted as he sat up.

I did it again and nodded. Then I jumped him, riding him like a cowgirl on
crack
while filming porn. All while Cypress and Teak watched with open mouths. When Aspen was spent, and I had a few more orgasms, I hopped off him like I hadn’t just had marathon sex and winked at the two left.

“Whoever catches me gets to have some
fooking
.”

“What’s
fooking
?” Teak asked.

“Fucking me while I’m cooking!” I squealed as I streaked to the kitchen like a batshit crazy loon. I heard heavy footfalls racing after me moments later and
gasped
when I realized the kitchen was
full
of calla lilies and roses, those purple thornless roses I loved so much. “My favorites!”

“We were hiding them in the study,” Cypress mumbled as I turned to him. I threw myself into his arms, and he caught me with a grunt. “Call the elder! Something’s wrong.”

“No
shit
,” Aspen drawled as he joined us, grabbing his phone.

“You remembered,” I purred as I traced the shell of Cypress’s ear with my tongue. “Which one of you?”

“Teak. I got the cake. Aspen has something else for you.”

“Mmm, love cake.” I looked at Teak as I kept rubbing myself against Cypress. “Fuck me around all the flowers later, okay, babe, my hubby?”

“Okaaay,” he agreed, pursing his lips and nodding. “Do we have a fucking clue what we just did to her?”

“I have a guess, but I hope I’m wrong because she will so kill us,” Cypress mumbled. I blinked at him, confused.

“I love you guys. I won’t ever kill you.” I pressed my lips to his ear. “I want you inside me, my Cypress. Get all growly again and throw me up against the wall and fuck me like crazy man. It’s hot when you do that, and you haven’t done that in so long. I’ve needed that.”

“Really?” he asked, his breath hitching. I nodded and his grip tightened on my ass. “Why haven’t you told me that?”

“How do you ask for something that only happens when you’re pissed?” I shrugged and raked my nails over his back. “It wasn’t like I was going to piss you off or hurt you just so you’d be in that mood because I wanted sex like that. That would be cruel, and I love you with all my heart forever. I couldn’t hurt you like that.”

“We’ll come up with a signal, okay,” he swore as he carried me over to the wall. “I loved having sex like that too. We’ll make a sign or something, and when one of us pulls out the sign, we know we need it and soon.”

“So smart. I like it.” He thrust into me hard, and I bit back a scream when Aspen waved us to be quiet. I flicked him off but it looked important—plus the kitchen was one of the only places we got decent cell reception. We really needed to get one of those signal spreader things. As Cypress fucked my brains out like a caveman, I caught parts of Aspen’s conversation.

“How long—

“There’s no way to speed this up—

“She’s going to kill us. You’re saying
fuck
it out of her—

“No we didn’t
plan
this—

“Honesty juice? What’s that—

“No, she has an allergy to that. Why does it have to be coconuts—

“So make the cream, okay—

“Yes, thank you, elder. We will check in.”

“How bad?” Teak asked as he kept his eyes on me and Cypress going at it like raunchy fools.

“Oh, we’re dead. We’re so fucking dead that I’m going to start calling cemeteries to get a group rate on plots for when she kills us.”

“Any bright side?”

“We’ve got time to buy every and all the apology presents we can think of,” Aspen answered with a wince.

Teak shrugged. “At least we have a plan.”

I stopped listening after that, Cypress getting annoyed that I was distracted and biting down on my nipple. I screamed out his name and came so hard my body practically convulsed. He finished, but then we kept going because it was that much fun and we
could
. I didn’t remember the rest of the day very clearly, my brain getting foggy or something, lost in a blur of sex and hormones.

Weird, but I knew I’d been acting weird too so whatever. I was getting
used
to weird, but still I didn’t like not remembering stuff.

And cake. I remember there being a cake and it being used in very, very inappropriate ways, but still pleasing.

When I did get up the next morning, I was sore everywhere, and when I said sore I meant
sore
. Not like great sex sore, but like mother fucking marathon mixed with sex-a-palooza with never-ending yard work with weightlifting for the first time in years with a splash of giving birth kind of
sore
. The guys were sprawled out on the bed as if we’d all just crashed wherever, none of us even under the covers.

Again,
weird
. I slowly slid out of bed and almost collapsed when my legs didn’t hold me, but leaned heavily against the wall. I reached into the closet and grabbed someone’s shirt to throw over my naked body before practically walking against the wall just to get to the bathroom. I didn’t walk out of my way to the master one, using the half one on the way to the kitchen. Once I was done in there, I continued to the coffee maker.

Everything made more sense after coffee. I was sure that was a proven fact.

I almost fell over when I got to the kitchen. It was
trashed
. I mean flowers all over the place that looked like they’d been there a while, not just yesterday, and wrapping paper, and a few broken dishes, and
oh my god
just shit.
Did we have a party I missed?
I cautiously stepped over broken glass and something else before getting a mug out of the cabinet, making myself some coffee, and fixing it up. Then I just as slowly and carefully made my way back out of the kitchen and down the stairs to the big bathtub.

Because there wasn’t any chance of me standing long enough to shower.

I made it until the
last
step before I stumbled and bumped my elbow into the wall, hissing and cussing loudly. Then I continued to the bathroom, plugged the tub, and made myself a bubble bath with as hot as I dared water. I took off the shirt and studied myself in the mirror, wondering just
why
I was so sore. Sure enough I was covered in bruises, most hand-shaped on my hips as if gripping too tightly but others across my ass.

Guess we played in spanking. That’s new.
There were several bites in odd places and other hand marks as if from being held up in odd ways, but nothing that said
abuse
more like
kinky
and
overkill
.

And lots that said
rug burn
and
stay off the wood
because I had slivers. Yeah, slivers in bad places. What the
fuck
had we been doing?

I had just started getting into the tub when strong arms moved under my shoulders. I yelped and looked at Cypress, sighing in relief.

“You back?” he murmured.

“Back?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and then hissing as the water hit all my injuries. “Did we leave?”

“You did mentally basically.”

“I don’t remember all that much of yesterday like the party we seemed to have had from the way the kitchen looks. What went wrong?”

“Went wrong?” he hedged, sitting down on the closed toilet across from me, studying me closely.

“With the ceremony. You just said something in a language I didn’t know, which you didn’t warn me of, and I’m assuming something happened you didn’t plan on happening. I felt this
rush
like a high I can’t explain, and it grew each time you guys did it.”

“That’s a pretty accurate way to put it actually,” he sighed, rubbing his hands over his head. “We didn’t know it would happen. I guess between elves it’s like a happy honeymoon hormone for when marriages were arranged back in the old days so couples became
friendly
. When it’s a human and an elf, it’s more like a pain killer high.”