Epilogue
AURORA
SIX MONTHS LATER…
I t’s been a fucking long day. One of our suppliers decided to get into a pissing contest with me in front of Enzo. That did not work out well for him. There’s nothing sexier than watching a man branded with your name pull a gun on someone who disrespects you.
Once he’d apologised profusely enough to satisfy Zo, and given us a ten per cent discount on the next few shipments at my insistence, my security detail sent him packing. I keep an office at one of the larger warehouses now, so I can at least pretend to keep an element of my work life away from our home. I was kidding myself, thinking I could separate church and state entirely, but it helps.
I’m eager to get out of here today because tonight is movie night .
One night a week, we all agree to sack off any and all our responsibilities and bundle in a heap on the sofa together. Tonight, it’s Sinclair’s choice, so we have a three-hour sci-fi epic ahead of us. He’s picked The Abyss which is a favourite of mine, but I swear if they’re not naked by the time the third act catastrophe, I’m going to kick off.
I need some Friday night fun, food, and fucking.
When we get home, the first thing I do is kick off my boots and untie the braid I’ve taken to wearing at work. I head straight upstairs to change into something more comfortable, otherwise known as Benny’s sweats and one of Nico’s tanks. They tease me for stealing their clothes, but I know they love it really.
When I head back down, I spy Sinclair and Benedict curled up on the sofa together before I head into the kitchen, finding Nico scooping popcorn into multiple bowls. We’ve learned that while we can share many things—not least of all, each other—we don’t share food. Plus Benny is a special kind of weirdo who covers his popcorn with shredded cheese.
Holy fuck no. Just. No.
I head for the fridge to get a bottle of wine and I’m chuckling to myself as I catch Nico picking various toppings out from around the ring Benny gave him. It’s a simple band and they’ve never clarified what it means to them, whether it’s an engagement ring or a collar of sorts, but I know it’s a promise. Benedict wears a matching one, and he’s forever running his fingertips over it when he’s away from Nico for any length of time. It’s adorable.
“Why can’t you all be normal?” he complains but not looking put out in any real way.
“I am normal. I eat plain buttered popcorn. You all are the lunatics, dicking about with cheese, salt, toffee, and bourbon,” Enzo chimes in. He moves behind me and starts to do battle with the corkscrew, the cork putting up a fight, as I open the cupboard to get the wine glasses.
“You know malt liquor popcorn is a stroke of genius,” Nico replies, lifting one eyebrow, challenging Zo.
“That may be, but stop using my fucking whiskey to make it, you prick,” Enzo says, unable to keep a straight face, his scowl breaking into a broad grin.
“You know you love us really,” I tease, taking the stubborn wine bottle out of his hand and placing it on the counter, reaching up to squeeze his cheeks playfully.
When we’re all at home together and make the effort to switch off, we’re the definition of domestic bliss. Effortlessly moving around each other and meeting each other's needs without prompting.
It’s heaven, and it’s nights like this that make life worth living.
“Of course I do, phoenix,” Nico says, dropping his playful grump and bending to kiss the tip of my nose. His lips start a tingle that chases through me and coaxes a bashful smile from me. I love the way this huge brute of a man can touch me so delicately that I feel like the most precious thing on this earth.
After taking all the food and snacks through, we all settle on the couch. Benny lounging sideways at the end, legs thrown over Nico. Then me, nestled close to Sinclair’s side and Enzo on the floor in front of me. It can’t be comfortable for him, but he’s thrown a cushion down and seems happy sitting there.
Zo’s as relaxed as I’ve ever seen him, his head cradled between my thighs while he throws popcorn into his mouth. Watching his jaw flex and throat bob as he swallows shouldn’t be making me as heated as it is, but holy fuck, there’s something about watching his tattooed collar dance that sends a wake up call to my core every time.
As the movie plays, the popcorn bowls empty at a steady pace and the wine is polished off. We sink into the closeness and connection we all share, hands absentmindedly stroking whoever’s limb is closest. I’m curling my fingers along Sinclair's inner thigh while he fiddles with the ends of my hair where they settle on the back of the sofa.
On the flat screen, Lt. Coffey is trying to arm a nuclear warhead to declare war on a peaceful alien race, but I’m distracted when Enzo moves, collecting all the empty popcorn bowls and placing them on the coffee table. When he’s finished, he doesn’t assume the same position. Oh no. He settles on his knees, facing me.
His heavy palms grip my ankles and pull my legs together before running his palm up the outside of my legs. I whimper in disappointment. Suddenly he’s closing my legs so that he can hook his fingers into the waistband of my sweats to drag them down.
Sinclair moves in tandem, running his fingers along the hem of my shirt, before gripping it tightly and dragging it up and over my head. My eyes track the movement as the top is flung to the side, and it’s then I notice that Benny is shirtless too and being hauled onto Nico’s lap, facing me, his back against Nico’s front.
I don’t know where to look, as several things happen at once. I’m lifted onto Sinclair’s lap and positioned similarly to Benny, only with my legs spread either side of his, leaving me open to Zo, who feathers his touch in playful teases along my inner thighs.
I cast my gaze to the other end of the sofa, watching them watching me. Nico’s hand travels down the undulating plains of Benny’s abs, stopping at his waistband for the briefest of moments, before gripping tightly and then wrenching down his sweats, exposing his length to me.
I don’t hide my approval, moaning when Nico’s massive hand circles Benny’s hard cock and jerks him off in sinfully slow strokes. I lick my lips when I see the first bead of pre-cum well in the slit of his crown.
“Are you going to be a good boy and watch Sin and Zo play with our queen?” Nico rumbles in Benny’s ear between savage nips and bites at his nape.
“Fuck, yes, sir.”
I’m captivated by the hazy tone of Benny’s assent and the glimmer in his blown pupils.
“You don’t come until I say so. Do you understand, Bambi?” he continues, stopping his even strokes and causing a pathetic whine to erupt from between Benny’s parted lips.
“Yes, sir. I understand. You control my cock and my cum,” Benny rasps, then whimpers when Nico cups his palm over the crown of his weeping dick and then glides down his rigid cock.
In perfect synchronicity, Zo’s fingers slip through my folds, sliding from entrance to clit. Benny and I harmonise a duet of pleasure. Hands roam our bodies, demanding our ever-increasing ecstasy.
When Nico moves a hand to Benny’s chest, Sinclair moves his to tweak and torture my peaked nipples. When Enzo plunges three fingers into my aching core, Nico drops a hand to press his fingertip to Benny’s tight rim.
My pussy starts to pulse and flutter, clenching around Zo’s thick fingers.
“What do you enjoy more? The pleasure I’m giving you, or watching Nico bring Benny to the brink? Because the way your eager little cunt has my fingers in a constant chokehold, it’s hard to tell,” Enzo croons, stopping his slow assault on my pussy.
“Let’s do a little experiment,” Sinclair says, lowering a hand to my core, and wrapping his hand around Zo’s wrist, dragging him out of me .
I’m left empty and bereft. “You can’t chase away a woman's orgasm like that. It’s cruel and an unusual punishment.” My voice sounds desperate, thick with lust, and breathless.
I’m pushed forwards, my hands falling to Zo’s shoulders while Sinclair wrestles his jeans down. I flex my grip and smile when my talons bite into the thick corded muscles across his shoulders, making Enzo’s eyelids flutter shut and a soft moan rumble from his throat. The head of Sinclair's cock springs free and bounces against the curve of my ass, drawing a giggle from my lips.
Sinclair runs his hand up my neck and threads his fingers into my hair, holding tight and wrenching me back to him. His free hand grasps my hip tight enough that I know I’ll be adorned with his prints tomorrow.
Daddy Sin is out to play and entirely in charge right now.
He moves me like his own personal fucktoy, dragging my core to his length and positioning his fat head at my entrance. I’m pulled back, sliding down his cock, taking him to the hilt. My moans are a near-constant hum of rapture, but they’re nothing to the cries of ecstasy coming from Benny. Nico is teasing him towards an orgasm he’s desperately trying to stave off as he watches Sinclair impale me.
Benny looks wild, like a sinewy mustang about to be broken, straining against the control of his rider. His pupils are blown, and he’s biting his bottom lip, neck straining as he throws his head back. It’s obvious it’s not only the sight of me stretched wide around Sin that’s mesmerising him, I know he wants Sin’s cock as much as he wants my cunt.
“You're going to be such a good girl for us, colibrì . Hold off your orgasm for as long as you can. Help me edge our Benny to the point of euphoria.” Sin’s voice is deep and rich and reverberates through me, dusting goosebumps over my skin.
Benny cries out and we lock eyes, held hostage by the overwhelming sensations that are bombarding us. If I didn’t know every inflection he’s capable of, I’d worry Sinclair and Nico were pushing him too far, but I can tell that he’s a breath away from subspace and loving every second of this. I’m not far behind him either.
Sinclair's grip on my hair tightens again. “Ride me, Aurora. And while you’re at it, put your pet out of his misery. Lasciati divorare da lui. ”
At Sinclair’s command, I do exactly as he suggests. Raking my nails up Enzo’s chest, I rest one hand over his tattooed collar and the other furrows through his dark waves.
“ Divorami, mio re, ” I command, gripping his hair and dragging his eager mouth to my pussy. The moment his tongue grazes my clit, I buck against him. Enzo’s palms massage their way up my thighs, pushing me wider before he welds them to my hips and holds me firmly in place as he ravishes my swollen bundle of nerves. I grind against Zo’s brutal mouth while pulsing and spasming around Sin’s thick cock.
The five of us are a beautiful writhing mess of rapture, and seeing my pleasure mirrored back in their glazed eyes pushes me dangerously close to my climax.
“Please, please let me come. I need to come,” I beg.
“I know you do, hummingbird. I can feel it every time your cunt clamps down on my cock. Such a good fucking girl for me,” Sin croons, releasing his hold on my hair and wrapping his arms around me, pulling back flush against his chest and teasing my taut pink nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers. It sends rapid throbbing surges straight to my clit and teasing me closer to my peak.
“Please, Sin. Let me come.”
“Oh fucking hell, please. Please, let her come. I can’t hold off.” Benny’s words are urgent and edged with delirium .
“You know the rules, Bambi. If you come first, there will be consequences,” Nico interrupts, tensing the arm behind Benny’s back. I can’t see what he’s doing but from the garbled whimper that bursts from Benny’s lips, I’d guess Nico was more than knuckle deep in his ass.
“You’re not playing fair, I can’t hold it off,” Benny screams out, his neck straining with the effort of resisting whatever pleasure Nico is coaxing from him.
“I know I’m not, Bambi. But I’m going to love watching Sinclair punish you,” Nico says with a devilish smile on his lips.
Benny comes in thick ropes that fall in haphazard splashes across his chest. The moment Nico releases his dick and starts to rub the glistening release into Benny’s skin, I fall apart. A white hot light bursts behind my fluttering eyelids. I try to close my legs, fighting against the tidal wave of euphoria chasing its way through my core. Sinclair spreads his legs wider, keeping me open, allowing Enzo to tongue me through my orgasm and then some.
I push Enzo away, needing a moment to catch my breath. As I’m gulping down lungfuls of air, he kneels up tall before surging to his feet, hooking his arms under mine and pulling me with him. I mumble a pathetic ‘no fair’ when Sinclair slips out of me.
“Don’t pout. I’m going to fill you right back up again,” Enzo chastises. He’s all hard edges and taking charge now that he’s off his knees. I’m lifted from the floor, marched to the end of the sofa, and thrown over the arm. I squeal with delight. As much as I enjoy dominating Zo, I love how fluid our dynamic is in a group setting. He’s as comfortable taking control as he is giving it up to me.
Resting on my elbows, I arch my back when I feel Zo sinking into me. When he bottoms out, my gasp is stolen by a kiss from Benny who’s now over Sinclair’s lap on his hands and knees. His kiss communicates everything without the need for words. I feel every one of his emotions being etched on my soul with each delicate press of his lips.
It’s not just Benny I feel. I sense every one of them on a cellular level. The heat of four hungry gazes blazing their trail over my skin, treasuring every inch of me. I have never felt more loved, more adored, or more desired.
Colours dance behind my eyes when Zo moves again, starting an achingly slow assault on my pussy. My next climax surges to life, sparking jolts of pleasure that make my nipples ache.
“Time for your punishment, Bambi,” Nico snarls playfully, gripping his hips and yanking him back from my lips, just far enough for our breaths to mingle and skitter across our cheeks. “You want to take the first ten, Sinclair?”
“My pleasure,” he says with a smirk before trailing a hand down Benny’s spine. As his palm reaches the curve of Benny’s ass, his pupils flare, reducing his beautiful amber irises to a shimmering halo of gold. “I want you to count them out, cucciolo. ”
Benny preens at the term of endearment. It’s intoxicating watching their connection deepen. I don’t think either one of them knows yet where it’s going, but Benny has talked openly with Nico and me about his growing feelings for Sinclair. It seems that for the moment, they’re both happy to explore each other more intimately. They’re doing what’s right for them and we’re happy for them. As Nico put it, ‘There’s a part of you that’s his and it will never diminish the part of you that’s always been mine. Nor will it alter the part that’s entirely Aurora’s.’ There’s a swift crack, followed by a feral moan. “One,” Benny eeks out on a strained breath.
Enzo alters his pace of his ruthless thrusts to match the thwacks that land on Benny’s ass. By the time Benny’s crying out “Six,” our moans are not only in sync but also harmonising.
“Aren’t you both such good little subs,” Sinclair purrs, never stopping the steady spanks but using his free hand to run the pad of his thumb along Benny’s bottom lip, then mine.
“You have no idea the level of torture this is, watching your balls tighten and your tight little hole clenching, just begging to be stretched around my dick, Bambi.”
Thwack . “E-eight.” Thwack . “Nine.” Thwack . “Ten.” Benny roars out the last strike.
“Such a good fucking boy. You wear my marks so well, cucciolo.” Sinclair's words are deep and smooth. If they’re affecting Benny half as much as they are me, then he must be a moment away from heaven.
Enzo’s stills inside me, the head of his cock as deep as it can be at this angle. I rotate my hips in delicious little circles that ensure his hard length stretches and teases my walls. When it draws stuttering grunts of pleasure from over my shoulder, I take them as permission to continue teasing his cock, so I bear down, squeezing around him like I’m trying to memorise his shape.
Nico helps Benny stand before cupping his cheeks and pressing his lips to Benny’s, starting slowly but escalating into a wild, possessive claiming. The lines of their jaws flex and tense, like they’re trying to consume each other.
Wrenching himself free, Nico turns back to look at Sin. “Say thank you, Daddy.”
The noise that comes out of Benny’s lips is half howl, half blissful sob. I don’t miss the way he buckles, forcing Nico to move swiftly to hold him up. Sin gets up off the sofa to stand beside the two of them, pausing to hook a finger under Benny’s chin. “You heard him. Say thank you.”
The intensity between the three of them is electrifying and sparks a cascade of shivers through my body. They couldn’t turn me on more if they tried. I don’t miss the effect it’s having on Zo either when his cock seems to swell, forcing a more exquisite stretch.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Benny croaks out with a half delirious sigh.
“You’re welcome, cucciolo. Be a good boy now and take Nico’s dick like the eager little cumslut I know you are.” Sinclair's words wash over Benny like a blanket of complete rapture. It’s obvious to anyone present by the glaze in his eyes that Benny has been tipped into subspace, and it's the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Sinclair moves towards me, hooking my chin in the exact same way and forcing a curve to my spine which seats Zo just that little bit deeper inside me.
“You ready to play with the two of us? Do you think your tight little pussy can be persuaded to take us both?” Sin says with an enticing and playful tone.
He doesn’t wait for any answer because he knows it will be a yes. We’ve been working up to this for weeks, adding fingers and experimenting with knotting sleeves. I know I can take them both.
“On your back, Zo,” Sinclair dictates and Enzo does as he’s told immediately, pushing the coffee table to the side and laying down on the rug. Taking my hand in his, he encourages me up, stealing a passion-filled kiss before saying, “You ready, colibrì ?”
I’m nodding my head eagerly, lowering myself over Zo, while Sin sinks to his knees behind me. I place my hand on Enzo’s chest, tracing the tattoos he had Nico add over the last few months. They wind around his scars, encompassing every silver streak that marks his skin. He refused to try and tattoo over them, to disguise the pain he’s suffered. Instead, he wears each wound with honour. He says they remind him of how important it is to always fight to return to those you love.
His ink is a blend of delicate chains wound around different symbols. Some are obvious, like the hummingbird and phoenix, but others are more abstract in their meaning. I’m sure he’ll explain one day, but for right now, I could lose hours exploring them. Sometimes I’m tempted to colour them in, but Nico has vetoed that while some are still healing.
Zo wastes no time in burying himself back inside me. “Fuck you feel good, mio re. Mio trono preferito.”
Sinclair feathers his touch along my curves until he comes to rest at my core. “I could hear how wet you were every time Zo sank into your hot little cunt.” The pads of his thumb brush against the bundle of nerves, making me gasp loudly. “But I want you gushing before you try to take us both.” I’m little more than a mess of whimpers at his words.
I lose myself to Sinclair’s and Enzo’s touch. Their hands and lips are everywhere, caressing and kissing every curve of me. The whole time, Sin pushes me towards an orgasm that threatens to shatter me. A mix of Sin’s deft circles and varying pressure on my clit, while Zo takes my pebbled nipples into his mouth and sucks hard.
“Holy fuck, yes,” I cry out. “Atta girl, hummingbird,” Sinclair whispers as his fingers delve into my entrance. Zo lets out a growl as Sin feeds his fingers into me alongside his dick.
“Oh my God, that’s so fucking tight,” Zo bites out.
“Just imagine how tightly her greedy pussy will clench around the both of us, boss.”
I can’t begin to describe the noises that overtake both Enzo and me, but mine ramp up when I lift my head to look up at Nico and Benny sprawled out over the sofa. They’re both lying down on their sides watching us, with Nico propping himself up behind Benny, his ravenous gaze taking in every square inch of my body.
His other hand grips Benny’s hip to hold him steady as he pounds into his ass in long possessive thrusts. They look like they're experiencing a lazy Sunday morning fuck, eyes wide with hunger as they get off watching their favourite show.
Me.
Benny moves his hand to his straining cock, struggling to speak against the waves of pleasure Nico’s brutal thrusts are giving him. “Fuck me, sir. Ride me hard and fill me up. Push me till I shower them in cum.”
“I’m going to let you topping me from the bottom slide this one time, Bambi,” he says with a smile, pausing to lightly spank Benny’s already red ass. “But only because I love the idea of watching you cover them in cum. Plus, if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you lick them clean.”
All of us are little more than a heaving, sweaty mess of rapture, punctuated by cries of ecstasy, particularly when Sinclair adds another finger, pressing into me with gentle probing strokes, until he’s satisfied that my swollen core will accommodate him.
His fingers slide out of me and I mourn their loss, but only for a moment. I feel his tip against me, pushing in, demanding entry and I almost believe he won’t fit. I shake my head, clawing against the rough pile of the rug until I hear soft voices crooning. One in each ear.
“Just breathe, mia guerrierotta. You’ve got this, you can take us.”
“That’s it, hummingbird, open up to me. Take our dicks like a good girl.”
With their praise in my ears, and Nico and Benny’s loving gazes marvelling at our bodies, I let go of all my doubts, sinking into a place of trust. Giving myself over to them all .
Sinclair slides into me, his crown rolling against my walls as he goes. When he bottoms out, I come hard, screaming out my pleasure and surrendering everything. I’m held and caressed as they start to move inside me. They find a rhythm, alternating their movements, which only serves to highlight how wet they’ve made me. The sounds are obscene and when I look up, it’s obvious that it’s only driven Nico and Benny more wild. Benny fists his cock, stroking in long pumps while Nico's face is drawn into an expression of unbridled lust. Like he’s lost to his pleasure while he ruts into Benny.
The sights and sounds and sensations overwhelm me, pushing me straight back towards a devastating climax. I couldn’t tell you who comes first, but the first animalistic scream of release causes a domino effect. I’m boneless over Enzo’s chest, with Sinclair huffing out gasping breaths, trying his best not to collapse onto me.
Nico is whispering in Benny’s ear. “Cover them, Bambi. Show them how fucking hot that was.”
Benny’s arm works in firm jerks until he roars out his release, his cum falling over me in warm jets. From the angle, there’s no way some of it didn’t hit Sinclair, but I doubt he cares since the next thing I feel is Sin’s palm rubbing Benny’s cum into my sweat-soaked skin.
I’m a sticky hot mess and I don’t give a single fuck.
While it won’t be long before I’ll have to admit that we all need a shower, for the moment I’m not leaving this room. I reach, taking Benny’s hand in mine and pulling him towards me. We all start to move and I groan when Zo and Sin’s softening cocks slip from my pussy.
Nico slides off the sofa too, and we end up all bundled together in a heap on the floor. I’m pulled up and stretched over multiple laps, while Enzo’s hand slips between the apex of my thighs to play with our combined releases. He sinks three fingers into me, gently fucking it back into me.
“Where it belongs,” Enzo mumbles hazily.
“Our, reginetta . Fucked, filled, sated, and adored,” Benedict croons, hooking a finger under my chin and pressing his lips to mine.
I let out a string of contented sighs between each of their kisses and when they’re finished, we fall into a blissful state of happiness, staring up at the flickering television, the film having nearly finished. The words ‘love you, wife’ illuminate the screen. It’s my favourite part of the film and the sentiment epitomises the love and dedication I feel from the men surrounding me. Whether we’re married or not, I feel a connection to them that can never be broken. With every word that passes their lips. Every touch. Every kiss.
I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me they’re mine.
Not when they already took my name.
They’re mine, now and for always.
My Bianchi Bastards.
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