Tarnished Embers: A Dark Stepbrother Fairytale Retelling (Dark Retellings)
Tarnished Embers: Chapter 36

Every room is painted yellow, from the deepest of golds to the softest of butters, and I can already feel the joy filling up our house, our new home.

I was a little nervous about going back to the mansion, not sure I would ever be able to feel comfortable there again after that night, and my chest tightens knowing that the guys knew this without me even having to say a word. That they knew what I needed and took care of it, even if the worry on Prince’s face confirmed they weren’t sure if I’d agree.

Everything important is here, all our pictures and trinkets, and it’s full of colourful, soft furnishings and rugs which bring tears to my eyes. Mum would have loved this place. Heat radiates through my entire body, my hands tingling as they show me around.

The rooms are spacious, the ceilings low and full of wooden beams throughout the whole place, making it feel homely and safe, like a welcoming cave, a place of refuge. The large, modern art studio in the garden is incredible—apparently, the last owners were artists and it was already here. It’s one reason the guys knew it would be perfect for us, so they told me.

There are enough bedrooms for each of us to have our own space, and a sigh of relief escapes me to see the enormous bed in my room, big enough for us all. I’ve had enough nights on my own and I don’t plan to sleep alone ever again.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Prince asks from behind, wrapping his arms around me as I look around my room. He nestles his head in the crook of my neck, my arms coming up to wrap over his as he breathes me in.

“I love it here, Prince,” I say, my heart feeling so full it might burst. “It’s just missing one thing.”

I smirk as he stiffens behind me, and I use the opportunity to spin in his arms.

“What’s it need, Sugar?” he asks, looking around with such a scowl on his handsome face that I have to bite my lip to hold in my laughter.

“Christening,” I reply, then without giving him a chance to say another word, I go up on tiptoes, close the gap between us, and place my lips on his.

He takes a second, his lips unmoving until a deep groan leaves his chest, and then he’s pulling me closer, his hands everywhere as he touches me all over. Kissing Prince is like coming home and replaceing a roaring fire in the fireplace, a cup of spiced hot chocolate waiting for you.

He pulls away, a small whimper leaving my throat as he stares deeply into my eyes. “Are you sure?”

I almost laugh out loud remembering what Iris had said to me before I left.

“Don’t let those cunts win, Ember. You go home and fuck the ever-loving brains out of your stepbrothers like the dirty bitch you are.”

Then she’d slapped my arse and sent me on my way. Crazy bitch.

“I’m sure, Prince. They don’t get to win,” I whisper, closing the distance between our lips again and sliding my hands down his abs, tugging the hem of his T-shirt up.

We break apart just to take it off, then his lips are back on mine and he’s pulling my tank top over my head, a deep masculine moan leaving him at my lack of a bra. I’d decided pretty quickly that as this was my new home, I didn’t need it while I was inside, so I took it off almost as soon as we got through the door.

“You’ve been teasing me for fucking hours, baby, knowing that only thin cotton stood between my mouth and these gorgeous tits,” he purrs, dipping low and taking one of my nipples in his warm mouth.

A moan falls from my lips at the contact, tingles racing along my nerve endings as he plays with it using his very skilled tongue. Movement by the door has my hooded gaze snapping up to see Cas, and then the twins walk through, eyes taking in the scene and pausing.

“Looks like you got the welcome party started without us,” Oct teases, sauntering over and running a hand down Prince’s back. “Do share, brother.”

Prince groans, pulling up, his cheeks flushed and his hair looking all kinds of tousled and gorgeous. Oct immediately dips his head down, taking the nipple Prince had just been sucking into his mouth while Prince goes to work on the other.

A sharp breath leaves me at their combined attention, and I watch with bated breath as Cas comes over to us, also touching Prince as he passes. I love the casual affection they have for each other.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Cinders,” he purrs, leaving his hand on Prince’s shoulder but using his other to cup my cheek. He tugs my face towards his, his lips slamming on mine, his tongue demanding immediate entry.

I sink into the embrace, knowing that Cas will take care of me no matter what. He’s like the first caress of morning sunlight and the calming breeze on a scorching summer day. My hands tighten in Prince and Oct’s hair, a small whimper leaving me as hands brush down my sides from behind. Dark memories try to assault me, but I take a deep inhale, counting to five as they taught us in Serene Haven.

They all pause, Cas releasing my lips to look deeply into my eyes, his copper ones bright with concern. My heart is thundering inside my chest as I swallow and let the tingling fear wash over me, not denying its presence but not letting it take over either. Another tip from the therapists, to not let your fears rule you, to acknowledge the feelings you have but not to act upon them. It’s your guys, Ember, not those men.

“It’s just me, Pretty Thing,” Kit whispers, his hands tracing over my stomach before teasing the waistband of my shorts. “Let me take care of you.”

“D–don’t stop, please,” I murmur back, taking a deep inhale and letting their combined scents engulf me, calming my racing heart. “I need you to help me move on.”

“Anytime it’s too much, you tell us, baby, and we stop, okay?” Kit orders in a low voice. “It’s a lot all in one go, darling.”

“Okay, I promise.” My breathing hitches when Prince and Oct resume teasing my nipples with their hot tongues, Kit’s hand popping open the button of my cotton shorts and undoing the zipper. I hold Cas’s gaze as my shorts fall down my legs, my knickers following until I’m standing naked before them.

“You take my breath away, Cinders. Every fucking time,” he rasps out, his eyes going molten as he stares at me. A flush rises on my cheeks, colouring my chest at his appraisal, then a heady moan slips from between my lips as Kit’s fingers slide between my folds, discovering how wet I already am.

“So wet for your brothers,” he groans, and the way they all refer to our semi-taboo connection, even if our parents are no longer here, always gets me hot and bothered.

Bliss flows through me like a wave when his fingers effortlessly slip inside me, my nails digging into Prince’s and Oct’s scalps at just how fucking good it all feels.

“So fucking ready for us, Pretty Thing,” Kit purrs behind me, picking up his speed, his palm hitting my clit every time his thick digits enter me. “You’re going to come all over my fingers. I want you dripping before we fill you up with mine and Oct’s fat cocks.”

“Fuck, Kit!” I gasp, his dirty words my undoing, and I shatter in a million pieces, doing just as he demanded and coming all over his hand. Waves of ecstasy drown me, and it’s all I can do to keep breathing as I freefall into a blissful abyss, my eyes closing with the sheer pleasure that I am currently made from.

“Such a good girl for your brothers,” Oct praises, and I open my eyes, my body slumped in Kit’s arms as he leisurely pumps his fingers in and out. I moan long and low when he withdraws them and then gasp when Cas grabs his hand and starts sucking my release from them.

“So fucking delicious, just like I remember,” he murmurs once he releases Kit’s hand, then he slants his lips over mine and lets me taste myself on his tongue.

My back goes cold as Kit steps back and I hear the rustle of clothes, but all my attention is on the man in front of me, devouring me with his lips and tongue. Slowly, the kiss ends, my body tingling all over, my nipples hardened nubs and my pussy pulsing.

“Go get on the bed with the twins while I suck Prince’s cock and he tries not to come watching you,” Cas commands gruffly, a devious smile tugging his damp lips upwards. Fuck, I’d forgotten how the idea of them together is such a turn-on, my thighs clenching and my knees weak as I imagine it.

“Come ride me while Kit rides you, Little Sis,” Oct orders from the bed, amusement lacing his tone, and I twist to replace he’s lying there naked, his hard cock glistening as he pumps his fist up and down over it.

“As you wish, brother,” I tease, and the moan that leaves his lips is positively sinful.

Swaying my hips, I saunter over to the bed, the heat of all their gazes on me. It lights me up, makes me feel strong and desired, and a slow smile builds on my lips as I climb onto the bed and crawl over to Oct.

“Fuck, Little Sis,” Oct rasps, a drop of pre-cum beading at his tip as he watches me. My tongue darts out as I bend over him, licking up the droplet to a chorus of deep groans.

Deciding to indulge myself a little, I sink my mouth lower onto his cock, using my tongue to massage his length as I suck. His hand comes to rest on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair and lightly gripping it as I bob up and down on his dick.

I gasp around his hardness as lips kiss my pussy, a tongue tracing the seam before diving in and teasing my inner walls. A shiver cascades over me at the pleasure that rolls through me, Oct’s grip on my hair tightening as I suck harder, using my teeth to scrape along the sides of his shaft.

“Shhhit,” he gasps, thrusting his hips upwards and sinking deeper. “I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that, Little Sis.”

I smile as I bob back up, kissing and licking his tip while whoever is behind me keeps worshipping my cunt like I’m their favourite meal. The familiar tingle of an orgasm builds, I’m so worked up from not having them for the past few weeks that it’s embarrassing how quickly they’re pulling orgasms from me.

The wave crests with a gasping cry from my lips, my eyes closing as my release squirts out of me, the sound of loud slurping as the person behind me keeps going, prolonging the exquisite agony that is rendering me immobile.

Then he finally relents, and I blink open bleary eyes to glance over my shoulder, seeing Kit’s lips and chin glistening, a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

“That’s two I’ve given her, you boys need to catch up,” he drawls, and a breathy giggle escapes from my lips even as my eyes try to widen.

“It’s not a fucking competition,” I murmur, hearing them all chuckle.

“Oh, it really is, Little Sis. Kit’s just thrown down the gauntlet,” Oct comments, his cheeks flushed and his jaw set as he gives Kit a nod. “It’s on.”

Before I can argue more—how the fuck am I going to survive if they each give me two orgasms?!—Oct lets go of my hair and grabs me under my arms, yanking me up and burying his cock deep inside me.

“Oct!” I gasp, moving my hips and grinding down on him as the burn of the stretch subsides into a heady pleasure.

“That’s it, beautiful. Take what you want from me,” he commands, swirling his finger around my clit, which is engorged and so fucking sensitive, making me twitch and writhe every time he passes over it.

“Fuck, Oct…” I moan, pumping my hips harder, chasing another orgasm that is building, leaving me tingling all over and wound up tight like a coiled spring.

“Come on, baby, come for your brother, soak me with that pussy,” he purrs, his other hand reaching out and grabbing my breast before squeezing and pulling my nipple.

My body seizes, my climax stealing my ability to breathe, let alone make any kind of sound as I explode. My nails dig into his chest, clinging on for dear fucking life as I’m drowned in pleasure, no hint of fear over what happened in that attic all those weeks ago in sight.

“Such a good, beautiful girl,” Kit praises from behind me as I slump over, my face pressed against Oct’s neck as my chest heaves and I try to relearn what breathing feels like.

A keening moan leaves my chest as Kit pushes inside me, his slicked-up dick sliding against Oct’s and filling me so full I’m not sure I’ll be able to take them.

“Shhh, Little Sis. That’s it, let him in, baby,” Oct soothes, rubbing one hand up and down my back, the other still toying with my clit as his twin thrusts all the way in.

“Fuck, I forgot how perfect your pussy is, Pretty Thing,” Kit groans, holding still and letting my sweat-soaked body adjust to his intrusion.

“You’re doing so well, Little Sis,” Oct croons, his words and soft touches relaxing my body more as Kit moves. “Fuck, bro, those piercings.”

A gush of wetness floods between my thighs, the idea of Oct feeling his own brother’s dick piercings doing things to me that really should be illegal.

“I think our sister likes the fact you can feel me, Oct.” Kit chuckles, his hands grasping my hips as he moves faster, sinking deeper inside me.

My breath shudders out of my chest, my nails digging into Oct’s skin as they fuck me together, never leaving me empty, and sweat slicks down my spine as another orgasm builds under my skin.

“She’s close, brother,” Kit grits out, sounding like he, too, is almost there. “Make her come again so we can fill her up.”

I moan deep and low as Oct pinches my clit, his other hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing lightly. A sudden spike of terror zaps through me, but it only brings my climax crashing over me with such force that I wordlessly scream, my entire body going rigid between the boys.

“Fuck, Ember!” Oct yells, sinking deep inside me and coming with an animalistic roar.

I’m still pulsing, still fucking seeing stars as Kit stiffens behind me, burying his cock so deep that a twinge of pain flares from my core as he fills me up, just as he promised.

I flop back down onto Oct, sweaty and completely spent, both twins still inside my pussy as we pant and come down from our highs.

“Fuck, Cas,” a deep groan sounds next to us, and opening my eyes, I gasp when I see Prince lying back, Cas’s head bobbing up and down in his lap. Prince’s molten emerald eyes land on mine, and he gives me the sexiest smirk known to man. “Thank fuck they’re done, Sugar. I wasn’t gonna hold out much longer.”