Unleashed (27 page)

“Tell me
what you want.” Ezra commands.

I simply say, “
you.”

“In detail, I want to give it to you- all of it
,” Ezra reverently says. He thrusts into my body, joining us as one. I hold him tight, never wanting to let go.

“
I want you. I want Cort. I want you both to be proud of me and to please you. I want to be your partner. I need you to master me in the dungeon and make love to me in the bedroom. I want you to punish me when I break the rules and reward me when I please you. I want you to reward me in any fashion you see fit, even if it’s sharing me. I want the life we’ve built together- not just you and me, but all of us. I want you and Cort to be together with me. I want to kill Adelaide with my bare hands just for touching you.”

I look to Cortez for
courage to say the last part, and he reassuringly smiles at me and nods his head yes. “I want to be your wife,” I breathe out. Ezra looks at me for a moment as if unsure what I spoke. “I love you and want us to be a family- all of us.” I audibly swallow and wait for Ezra’s rejection.

“It’s about time you go
t with the program, Mrs. Zeitler. I thought I’d have to tie your ass down and pay someone to marry us,” Ezra says in obvious relief. He leans forward and gently, sweetly kisses me. I start to cry. Ezra can’t honestly want to give me everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
Ezra rolls onto his back with me riding his body. He settles me on his chest and smiles.

“I have a reward for all of us. Just relax, I promise it will be fantastic. I worry that you may never want anything else
, though.” Ezra laughs with twinkling eyes. “Just hold still and relax.”

“What
are you up to, Ezra?” Cortez asks in suspicion. “Oh! That would hurt Kitten’s sweet ass. She’s never done that before, and I’m too big. We’ve always done it the other way around.”

I want to ask
with who?
But Ezra’s husky, lust filled voice makes me forget the thought before it’s voiced. “Not there,” Ezra says from a voice rough with need.

“Ah!
” Cort exclaims in surprise. “Are you sure you want to share Katya like that with me?”

“I know Katya
loves me, she just agreed to be my wife. But I know she loves you, too. I want us to make love to each other. I don’t even have to say I love you, you already know that. Let’s share each other, please,” he pleads. “Don’t tense, just relax,” Ezra croons to me while he rubs the back of my neck to calm me.

I
gasp when Cortez smoothes his cock along my ass and farther down to where Ezra impales me. Cort slowly nudges me, stretching me. It’s painful, just this side of tearing my flesh. He waits until I relax, and then pushes farther inside me. I lay frozen against Ezra’s chest as both of them fill me in the same delicate spot. I don’t dare breathe in fear of hurting myself. Slowly I loosen until Cortez can move freely inside of me along Ezra’s length.

“My God,” Ezra prays to the ceiling, back bowing off the bed. “It’s b
etter than I thought possible. The way you feel rubbing against me,” Ezra groans to Cort. “I’m at a loss for words.”

“I love you both,” Cortez says from above my back.
He rolls us all onto our sides, so that I’m sandwiched between them in exactly the same way we sleep every night. The only difference is that we are all connected on a primal level.

They slowly move inside
of me and in tandem against each other. Ezra’s hand reaches out and pulls Cortez down for a kiss- both eagerly capture my mouth. We share with each other. We suspend in time: I don’t know if it’s minutes, hours, or a few short seconds. We maintain our kiss as our bodies make love to one another. We share our feelings with our body as it is meant to be.

“
Ezra,” Cort moans the name. “I’ll have to stop if you don’t want me to go inside of Katya.” Cortez’s voice sounds strained.

“No, join us,” Ezra pants out.

“That’s not your gift to give, Ezra,” Cort chastises. “Kitten’s not on birth control.”

“It is my gift to give- Katya i
s mine. I want you to join us, Cort. It wouldn’t be a consequence, it would be a gift freely given from those who love you. If you don’t believe me, ask Katya yourself.”

“I don’t think Kat i
s in the right state of mind to understand what you’re offering,” Cortez incredulously says, shock strongly lacing his voice.

“Don’t stop, please
,” I pleadingly moan. “I get it, and now really isn’t the time to have this very important talk. If anything happens, I’m fine with that. Cortez, are you truly saying you would pass up this chance. I’m not saying this won’t happen again, but this is the closest chance you’ll ever get to make a child with Ezra. And there are never any guarantees. So please, just orgasm. I’m dying here,” I cry.

A gasp is torn from my throat when I’m nearly split in half.
Cortez finally pushes all of himself inside of me in one forceful thrust. Ezra takes that as agreement, and his movements become jerky- rough. Cortez grips my shoulder, arching my back against his chest. The position puts that much more of his cock inside my stretched pussy.

Ezra clings closer to me
, placing his neck within reach of my teeth. Ezra shifts his head to the side, drawing his neck in a long line. I know what Ezra wishes me to do. Striking out, I bite- marking Ezra as mine. The sensation of my teeth sinking into Ezra’s flesh puts me on the precipice of release. I bite hard enough to leave a scar- a mate to the one I gave Ezra on our violent, first time. One for the past and one for the future, marked eternally.

The three of us make a symphony of animal noises as we reach the brink. Stillness fills the room, a collective breath as we all freeze. Our bodies swell with the pressure of our pleasure. My body clenches once
around the pair of them and it’s our undoing.

We explode,
unleash, implode, and shatter. A sense of balance, rightness, overpowers me as I they both pour hot inside me, filling me up with their life-giving essence. I scream as if I’m possessed. A fleeting thought floats up to the unknown energy that we all are created from- whatever name you call it- God, Goddess, or Lord, my prayer unbiddenly flows my mind,
please let this take.

We reshape, reform,
and evolve into something unrecognizable. The enormity of the emotions fills me until I think my spirit will burst from the pressure- instead it expands.

“Those who don’t understand
, may think this was wrong. Some would call us evil for the three of us joining in such a manner. But if this isn’t love personified, then they don’t know what love is.” Ezra breathes the last part against my cheek, against Cortez’s parted lips.

W
etness warmly drops onto my cheek, not knowing whose eyes the tears fall from. The three of us lay joined and weep.

Chapter Twenty

“I can’t believe how crazy you guys are being over the wedding preparations. I think you’re more into it than Kayla
, and that’s saying something.” I say to Cortez as we enter the bakery.

I was going to make the food for the party, but the guys kept adding more guest
s. No way did I have the time to make food for almost fifty people. They changed the party from a wedding planning session to a full-out engagement party.

“You should have seen my wedding. None of us were allowed to plan anything. It was totally up to Pearl, Divina, and Diane. I didn’t care at the time since I was so young and it wasn’t like it was a true marriage or anything. Imagine how we will be when Ava ge
ts hitched.” Cort evilly laughs. “Ava’s a little bride’s maid monster right now. I can’t imagine the bridezilla she will turn into,” he teases.

“You’re
so bad.” I grab the front of Cortez’s shirt, and I pull his mouth down to mine. I nip his bottom lip, and say, “You’re cute, though.”

Cort
wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me while walking forward. I meet the wall of the bakery and struggle in protest. “Someone will see us. Knock it off, Cort.” I wiggle to get down, and he laughs at me. I look all around, trying to see if anyone notices.

“You started it.” Cort
nips my lip in return. “It sucked that we had to get up early this morning. I would have loved to sleep in with my two favorite people.” He gives me a lingering kiss. It’s so sweet that it melts me. I softly return his kiss. We slowly break apart and lean our foreheads against one another.

I meet Cort’s stormy gaze and smile.
“I love you, Kitten. I love you so much that sometimes it hurts. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this way about two people. This wedding stuff really gets ya thinking about how you wish it could be. How freeing it would be to have the world accept that you, Ezra, and I love each other. It’s terrifying and thrilling at the same time. It makes me feel alive.”

I blush
and shyly look away. The raw expression on Cort’s face brings tears to sting my eyes.  I’m overcome with emotions that I didn’t think were possible to feel. I burrow my face into his neck, moving the fabric of his shirt to the side. I feather a kiss to the dip of his throat.

“I love you, Cort. I really do,” I brea
the against his skin, and his body shudders from the contact.

“Mr. Abernathy? Is that you?” An excited voice breaks into our
emotionally charged moment. I sigh as Cort releases his hold on my waist. I look up to see several women with huge smiles on their faces.

“I recognize you from the back cover of your books. I’m a huge fan,” says a woman in her early forties. She is surrounded by a couple of kids and another woman her age. The kids look like they could care
less, but the women are bright-eyed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ladies.” Cortez
’s voice is as smooth as butter, and just as fattening. I watch the kids look at Cortez in awe as their mothers melt. Cort turns on his inborn charm.

I roll
my eyes and step to the side. “I’ll leave you to your fans. I’m going to go check on our confections.” I step away from the crowd that is slowly filling around Cort.

Cort
reaches out and tips my chin up with a fingertip, trying to gage my expression. He’s testing to see if I’m jealous. I just roll my eyes at him again and stifle a laugh. He gives me a genuine smile, one that is only reserved for our nearest and dearest, and then I watch as it changes to a devastating smirk as he turns his attentions to his fans.

I peek over my shoulder as I wait in line. Cort is in the zone
, answering questions about his characters. I smile, thinking of how I’m going to have to leave him here after I get the cupcakes and pastries. No way is the illustrious Cortez Abernathy fan club going to let him be without him having to resort to rudeness.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn to see who wishes to speak with me. My world drops from beneath my feet. I am suspended in time. I s
lowly suck in a breath when I realize I’d stopped breathing. I count in my head as I try not to hyperventilate.
You are safe, Katya. You are safe.
I repeat the mantra over and over in my head. I’m not alone. He can do nothing to me with thirty people in the shop. Too bad at least twenty of those people are entertaining my safety net. 

“Wwwhat?” drags up my
throat in a croak. I stare wide-eyed at the monster, and he calmly gazes back.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Katya. I just need to speak with you for a moment. We don’t even have to move. We will stay right here in front of everyone. It would probably be best if you didn’t draw Cortez’s attention, though. He may go crazy on us. I promise you I will not hurt you. Please, this is important, very important that you hear me out.”

I study his face. I notice that the crazy look is no longer present in his eyes. He looks calm and worried. Worried about what? “Talk fast, Ray. I hate being in your presence. For fuck’s sake, you tried to kill me. I remember everything as if it happened two seconds ago. So get talking.”

“I didn’t want to be released. I thought that I would live out my sentence in prison and die on the inside. I knew that you guys would always show up at my hearings and they wouldn’t let me out. I’m not safe o
ut here, Katya. I’m not safe.” I freeze up at the terror in his voice. I flinch back away from him. “No, no… no… no, not you, never you,” he says with his hands in front of him, beseeching me to listen.

“I won’t hurt you for the same reason that I never touched Diane again. You gave me family. I couldn’t touch Ezra or Ava either. Whatever the fuck is wrong with me
, makes it impossible to hurt you ever again.”

“There’s other ways to hurt someone than sexually, Ray,” I say in exasperation.

“I know that. I got scared when you guys didn’t show up to my hearing. I thought something happened to all of you. I’ve been watching you since my release, trying to figure out what’s going on. It occupies me from the other pursuits that are throbbing like a toothache.”

“So you stalk us- your family, so that you don’t rape and murder people. Th
at’s sick, Ray, even for you.”

“
You don’t think I know that. This is why I didn’t want out of prison. I’m not safe to walk the streets. I even tried to tell this to the parole board. I knew something was up when you guys didn’t show. But reality hit when I begged that I wasn’t safe, my psychiatrist pleaded that I wasn’t safe, and they still let me out. Someone wants me out, hoping I’d hurt you or hurt the populous.” The terror in Ray’s eyes frightens me. He knows he shouldn’t be here because he’s unhinged.