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

We spend the rest of the day in the family room watching films and chilling. After a delicious lunch of homemade pizza, Odette and Dad go off to pack their last few bits, so I snuggle between the twins, my body relaxing fully as the huge screen plays the opening credits of Birds of Prey. Fucking love Harley Quinn.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Oct drags a blanket over us, and I rest my head on Kit’s shoulder, breathing in his lime, mimosa, and cedar scent, letting it wash over me in a soothing wave.

“Are you sniffing me, little Ember?” he asks, a teasing note to his voice, and I freeze, my nose firmly buried in the crook of his neck.

“Is that weird?” As I say it, I realise how strange it sounds that I even have to ask. Of course it’s fucking odd to go around sniffing hot guys.

“Not when you do it, baby,” he assures me, and my chest swells when he angles his head so I can take in another lungful. A wicked idea comes to mind then, and even though I should be worried about my father or Odette coming back into the room, the risk of being caught seems to have become my new kink because it just makes my heart beat faster and my thighs squeeze together. I dance my fingers down his soft T-shirt and over his muscular abs, which clench and ripple as my hand heads lower. “What are you up to, Pretty Thing?” There’s a hitch to his tone, a breathiness that makes my core heat.

“You made me feel so good earlier,” I tell him in a low whisper, and he hisses a sharp breath when I pop open the first button of his jeans. “I’m just returning the favour.”

He widens his legs, and a rush of power flows through me at having him following my lead for once. Having opened all the buttons, I slip my hand underneath his boxers and wrap it around his hard length. His nostrils flare, his skin flushing as I pull him out, pausing when I feel something unexpected running down the underside of his impressive shaft. My fingers tease down what feels like metal bars, counting them.

Holy. Shit.

He has a Jacob’s ladder with eight fucking rungs on it.

“You found my accessories then,” he murmurs in my ear, his hand coming over mine and taking my fingers up and down the bars. “I can’t wait for you to feel them inside you.”

My poor aching pussy clenches, my centre flooding with heat.

“That needs to happen soon,” I tell him, and he laughs, a deep husky sound that has my thighs squeezing tightly together.

“As you command, Pretty Thing…” The last syllable of my nickname trails off into a masculine groan that I know the others hear when I once again fist him and pump slowly.

“What are you doing to my brother, little sis?” Oct asks, pressing against my back, the heat of his body leaving me shuddering.

“Making him feel good, as a little sister should do,” I reply, and four growls fill the room.

The rush of knowing that I affect these stunning men so much goes straight to my core, drenching my knickers, and I tighten my grip on Kit.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, his hand dropping away from mine and letting me truly take over. I skirt my thumb over the tip, swiping up the pre-cum and swirling it around the head. His hand lands on my thigh, his fingers digging in as I shift to have better leverage, giving Oct more of my back.

“Twist your fist, little sis, he likes that,” Oct breathes in my ear, and I follow his instruction, my breath quickening when Kit curses. “See.”

Oct sweeps my hair to the side, kissing and nibbling my neck as I move my fist, watching Kit with half-lidded eyes. His head is resting on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed as a pained bliss covers his face.

“Shit, I won’t last long at this rate,” he groans, his hips thrusting forward, and the blanket slides down so that I can see him fully, see the piercing glinting in the film’s light, my fingers not meeting as I hold his shaft and pump it faster.

My tongue darts out, licking my lips, and all I can think about is how I want to taste him, how I need his flavour on my tongue.

“Oct?” I breathe out, my voice a huskier version of my normal one.

“Yes, little sis?” he says, pausing in his attention on my neck.

“Hold my hair, please?”

“Why would he— Fuck!” Kit swears as I swoop down, my lips closing over his head, and I moan at the salty, musky flavour of him.

I take him deeper, breathing through my gag reflex as he hits the back of my throat. His metal is an unfamiliar experience, the hard material contrasting the soft skin of his cock. Oct gathers my hair up in his fist and then uses his grip to pull me up before forcing my head down until Kit is buried in my throat.

I can only take in a sliver of air and my thighs are soaked with how fucking hot it is, my fist still holding the base of him as he’s far too big for me to swallow completely.

“That is beyond hot, Sugar,” Prince moans, and I open my eyes, sliding my gaze over to the other sofa to see him palming his own monster cock as he watches us.

“You take him so well, Cinders,” Cas praises from next to Prince. He gives me a wink, then shuffles around and takes Prince’s dick into his mouth. The moan that leaves my throat vibrates down Kit’s shaft, and his hips jerk, burying himself deeper in my throat. I couldn’t breathe even if I had the room.

The sight of Prince’s cock disappearing down Cas’s throat has rendered me utterly incapable of coherent thought.

“You like that, huh, little sis?” Oct whispers in my ear, finally pulling me up, and I take a huge, rasping breath. He keeps Kit’s dick in my mouth though so I can only murmur my agreement, sucking Kit’s head harder the more I watch Cas. “She’s so fucking perfect for us, isn’t she, brother?” Oct asks, and then he’s pushing me back down, making me choke and gag on Kit’s cock.

“Fuuuuck…” is all Kit can say, his fingers stroking my jaw as I bob up and down, saliva and tears dripping down my hand and making his cock even slicker. “I’m gonna fucking—”

He groans long and low, burying himself so deep in my throat that all I can do is swallow the cum that he pours into me.

“Don’t worry, little sis, I got you,” Oct purrs, and then his fingers are darting into my knickers, toying with my clit. I’m so worked up that I explode within seconds, my cries muffled by Kit’s dick which is still buried to the hilt in my mouth.

I pull off him with an audible sound just in time to see Prince thrust his hips up and Cas’s head down, Prince’s head thrown back in exquisite agony as he comes, and another smaller orgasm trembles over me, leaving me shaking and floating.

I slump back against Oct, who wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, brushing my sweaty hair off my forehead and peppering kisses all over my temple.

“That was… Shit, I can’t even think right now you made me come so fucking hard, Pretty Thing,” Kit gushes in a breathless whisper.

Then he leans over, his palms cupping my hot cheeks, and presses his lips to mine, uncaring that my mouth must taste like his cum as he kisses me slowly and so deeply that my heart aches. I’ve never felt as treasured as I do by these guys. They make me feel like I’m worth something that cannot be replaced.

He reluctantly pulls away, rubbing his nose against mine before he slouches back and tucks his now soft dick back into his pants. I shuffle on the leather, my tights completely ruined, and my nose wrinkles.

“I need to clean up,” I tell them, Oct helping me to my feet. My legs feel like jelly, and we all laugh when I wobble.

“Come here, Cinders,” Cas orders, and I make my unsteady way to him and Prince. Leaning up, he cups the back of my head, dragging my face down to his and giving me a kiss that has my toes curling. The taste of Prince is still on his tongue, and I lap it up, my hands gripping his shirt. “Such a good girl for your brothers,” he praises as he pulls away.

“Always,” I breathe out, butterflies taking flight in my stomach as I straighten up and release my hold on him.

A smile splits my face as I open the door, closing it quietly behind me. Turning around, I come to a stop, my heartbeat thrashing in my ears as I come face-to-face with Odette.

“I’m glad to see my boys are taking such good care of their sister,” she remarks, and my brain whirls. Did she hear us? Or is this just an innocent remark? “Oh, don’t look so scared, Ember. They’re passionate boys, it was only a matter of time before they convinced you to get into their beds.”

“It’s not like that,” I blurt out, my hands flying to cover my mouth as if that will stop the incriminating words that have already escaped, but I know it’s too late when she gives me a Cheshire grin.

“Well, either way, I’ll keep your little tryst to myself as long as you don’t make my life here difficult. With my boys or your father.” Her face is serene, probably on account of all the botox, her smile wide, but her eyes are sharp, cutting into me and leaving me feeling raw.

“Why would I make things difficult?” I choke out, lowering my hands to my sides, still keeping my voice low so as not to alert anyone to our conversation.

“Oh, honey,” she coos, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair back from my face. I flinch, and bile fills my throat at her touch, at the way she appraises me as if I’m something to be used. “Things can always get difficult when there’s only ever been one woman in a man’s life, and now there are two, but we understand each other, don’t we? So there’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

My jaw clenches, my lips pressing into a flat line, but she has me over a barrel. I don’t want my dad to know what’s happening between me and the guys, otherwise, he might send me away. He might send them away, and the thought of not seeing them again has my pulse racing and my stomach knotting.

“There’ll be no trouble from me, Odette.” My voice is monotone as a numbness fills my limbs and tears prick at my eyes.

“Good. Now, why don’t you change out of those clothes and join them for more movies? Your father and I are going to have an early night, we’ve such an early start tomorrow.” She leans in, placing a light kiss on my cheek, and I don’t miss the way she takes a deep inhale, no doubt smelling what just went down in the living room. “Good night, Ember. Make sure to give my boys all they need while I’m away.”

A shudder works its way through me, and I swallow repeatedly as I try not to throw up all over her red, silk robe. As soon as she pulls back, I flee, uncaring that she’s seen my weakness, because I just can’t stand another moment in her presence. Racing up the stairs and to my room, I slam the door behind me.

I press my back to the wood, in the same place that Cas had me earlier, but unlike then, my heart is racing for an entirely different reason.

Something is not right about all of this. Something big that I’m missing.

And I’m afraid I won’t find out what it is until it’s too late.