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

Apart of me feels terrible at not being there when Odette told the staff that we could no longer employ them, but I couldn’t face it. The thought of saying goodbye to more people in my life left me nauseous, so I took the coward’s way out and hid with the guys in the living room.

The next morning, I head down to breakfast with Oct; the others having gone down first to make us all something. I thought we’d just eat in the kitchen, but Odette calls to us as we pass the dining room, and as we walk in, I come to a grinding halt when I see her sitting in my father’s chair at the head of the table.

“Good morning, Ember, honey,” she greets sweetly, an expectant smile on her face, which is perfectly made up as usual. I inhale deeply, trying not to let the sight of her taking his place affect me.

“Good morning, Odette,” I whisper, looking away and shaking my head, letting Oct lead us to his and Kit’s usual places.

“Grub’s up!” Kit calls as he strides into the room, an enormous plate of bacon in his hands. Prince and Cas follow, both carrying plates filled with all my favourite breakfast foods, and my stomach gives a loud growl that has Oct laughing.

“Looks like our girl is hungry,” he says, reaching over and piling several bits of bacon on my plate, and then some eggs and waffles before drizzling it all with maple syrup.

“I think perhaps Ember might like to take it easy—” Odette starts, but Prince cuts her off with a growl.

“She eats what she wants.” He holds Odette’s stare, a battle of wills between them she loses, looking away first.

“Fine.” Her jaw is tight, and I wonder why she let him win, why she’s not the one in charge of what I eat anymore?

“Tuck in, Little Sis,” Oct encourages, and glancing down at my plate, I can’t help taking a deep inhale of all the delicious smells. There’s also something about having them cook it for me that makes my chest tight.

“While we’re all here,” Odette announces just as Cas places a plate of rye bread and avocado in front of her. My stomach clenches, wondering what fresh hell she’s about to bring. That seems to be her MO. “I wanted to let you all know that in two weeks’ time, we will have a gathering here. These people may help us out of our current…predicament, so we need to give a good impression.” She looks at each of the guys, and I feel there is something more behind what she’s saying, as my stepbrothers’ faces are all grim determination and thin lips. “Ember, honey.” I jerk my attention back to her. “I’ll need you to make sure the house is spotless, we want to impress our guests.”

“O–okay, I can do that,” I stammer, pushing my food around my plate, suddenly not hungry anymore. “We could always see about getting jobs, we could help—” Her tittering cuts me off, and I slam my lips shut.

“Oh, honey, you really are clueless about the world, aren’t you? Not your fault, of course, your father kept you very sheltered. No job you or the boys could get would pay for this house, or the lifestyle you like, your private tutors, et cetera. So I’m looking into other ways of generating income, and I think these people may help us.”

My cheeks flush, embarrassment making my throat dry. She’s right, I have been sheltered, allowed to do what I wanted and not have to worry about money as I know many people do. I am woefully unprepared for the real world.

“Of course,” I agree quietly, my head bowed as I stare at the breakfast that moments ago looked mouthwatering. Yet now I’m not sure I can take a single bite.

“Here, Pretty Thing. I made these waffles especially, it’s my dad’s recipe,” Kit urges, cutting off a corner, spearing it with his fork, and then holding it out to me. “Just try a little.”

I open my mouth, and he gives me a blinding smile as he places the morsel on my tongue. The sweetness of waffle combines with the smokiness of the syrup and I quietly moan as the flavours hit my tongue.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to make that kind of noise when I’m not inside you, Little Sis,” Oct purrs in my ear, and heat suffuses my entire body, leaving my pulse racing and allowing me to forget my earlier embarrassment.

Kit continues to feed me, not allowing me to take my fork and feed myself, and I must confess, although I never thought that I would let someone do something like this, I quite like it. The care he shows in making sure that I’m full and need nothing else.

“Well,” Odette says, standing up, and we all turn to stare at her. I must admit that I’d forgotten about her presence entirely, Kit taking up all my attention. “I have a few things to sort out to prepare for our gathering. Ember, honey, would you be a dear and clean away the breakfast things? Then make a start on the guest rooms?”

“Sure,” I answer without thinking, my brows dipped low. It’s not that I don’t know how to clean, I used to help Mum back in our previous house. There’s just something about being told to do it, because even I know Odette isn’t asking regardless of how the words are phrased as such.

“Excellent, thank you.” She strides out of the room, her heels clacking on the marble floor of the hallway as she presumably makes her way to my father’s office. His old office, I mean.

The sound echoes in my ears, and suddenly, it’s like I can’t breathe, the walls far too close. Everything feels so out of control, has been since Odette and the guys exploded into my life.

“Cinders, baby, breathe with me,” Cas’s soothing voice breaks through my panic, and my palm rises and falls, pressed against his chest. The pressure in my own loosens, and I find my lungs copying his, sweet oxygen filling them up. “That’s it, good girl.”

Blinking, his gorgeous face comes swimming into view, his copper eyes dark with concern.

“Thanks,” I breathe out, rubbing over the centre of my chest where my heart is only just beginning to slow down.

“Always, Cinders.” His hand squeezes mine, which is still held to his chest, and I love the heat that radiates from him.

The sound of a piece of cutlery clinking off a plate draws my attention over to the other side of the table, where Prince is lounging back in his chair while holding a spoon. Then he drops it, the sharp thud making me flinch when it hits the wooden floor.

“Pick it up, Sugar.” His voice is all dark command, and a shiver races up my spine, my panic dissipating in the wake of pure lust.

“What the fuck, Prince?” Cas snarls, shooting up from his crouched position in front of me. His face is tight, his nostrils flared as he faces his older brother.

“A lot has happened in the past few weeks, the past few days, Cas, and our little sister needs to let go for a while. Let someone else take the reins and just do what she’s told, don’t you, Sugar?” His words are gentle, but still full of soft command, like he knows me better than I know myself but wants me to recognise that and let him take the lead.

My hands tremble where they rest on my thighs, a sense of breathlessness coming over me. I think of Kit feeding me and how I didn’t have to lift a finger or decide if I wanted to eat. The relief I’ve felt since they came into my life, taking over and taking care of me.

“Yes.” The single word that falls from my lips might be quiet, but it packs one hell of a punch, all eyes turning to me, hunger in their gazes. They want to control me just as much as I want to let them.

“Then come over here and pick up the fucking spoon like a good little girl,” Prince orders, the sharp tone in his voice making me tingle all over.

I get up on shaky legs, Cas moving aside as I make my way around the table and stop in front of Prince. Holding his gaze, I sink to my knees between his splayed legs, not missing the way his green eyes darken to the colour of the forest at night.

The spoon is next to his left foot, and as I reach for it, I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. Fire races across my skin, leaving my nerves prickling.

“For fuck’s sake, Prince,” Cas hisses, and I peer up to see Prince’s enormous dick in front of my face, the spiced rum scent of him mixed in with an all-male musk that has my mouth watering.

“While you’re down there, Sugar,” he drawls, an obvious challenge in his eyes, a dark brow raised. Looking back down, I pick up the spoon, rise on my knees, and then place it on the table before turning back to Prince. He holds my gaze, and my stomach flutters as my core heats at the idea of taking him in my mouth in the middle of the dining room.

Keeping our eyes locked, I shuffle closer, lowering back down until my mouth is a hair’s breadth away from his head, and as I glance down, I see that there is already pre-cum beading at his tip. I blow out a breath, watching as his thighs clench, a small smile lifting my lips at the thought that I can have such an effect on him without even a single touch.

He says nothing, doesn’t make a move to encourage me to swallow him, just lets me tease him with my breath for a few moments. Unable to resist any longer, my tongue darts out, gathering the pre-cum and letting the salty flavour coat my tongue.

“Fuuuck, Sugar,” he moans, a hand coming to the back of my head and resting lightly there.

Needing no more encouragement, I take him into my mouth, his low groan all I need to tell me he’s enjoying this slow buildup as much as I am. My thighs clench as I take more of him, going lower until he hits the back of my throat and I gag.

“You take his dick so well, Cinders,” Cas praises from the side, and I roll my eyes to look up at him, my lips wrapped around Prince. “Fucking beautiful.”

The praise does something to me, and I sink deeper, letting Prince fill my throat as I swallow around him. It’s difficult, he’s fucking huge and the stretch along my lips borders on pain, but I welcome the sharp sensation, using it to ground me in this moment and forget all about the past few days, weeks, and everything that’s happened to me recently.

I lose myself to giving Prince pleasure, using my hands to cup his balls and pump the part of him that won’t fit in my mouth, my saliva easing the way.

“Shit, your mouth is made to take me,” he rasps out, his voice pained as his grip on my hair tightens. “Let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, thrusting his hips and burying himself inside my throat as tears stream down my face, and I grasp his thighs and hold on. He snarls and growls as he pumps into me, pulling out, only to force his way back down my throat, and I’m so wet my panties and possibly leggings are completely ruined.

His dick suddenly goes impossibly hard, and I glance up through my tears to see his head thrown back, a deep growl leaving his throat as he pours hot cum down mine. I swallow every drop, not having much choice as I can barely breathe around him, and soon I become lightheaded with the lack of oxygen, but still, he doesn’t pull out. I wait, needing him to take the reins completely and command my every move.

Just as my lungs scream, my jaw aching, he withdraws, slumping back in his chair, his semi-hard cock lying against his thigh, glistening with my saliva. I take a gasp of air, my body trembling with a mix of desperate need and oxygen denial.

“Come here, Little Sis,” Oct says, and I peek up, my gaze a little blurry around the edges. He’s at his usual seat, his hooded eyes intense, the blue almost entirely swallowed up by the black of his pupil.

I have to use my hands to help me up before Cas takes my arm and leads me back around the table to stand in front of Oct.

“You did such a good job. Look how wrecked you’ve made your stepbrother. I bet you’re soaked,” Oct purrs, and a small whimper sounds in my throat. He’s right, I’m burning with need, aching to relieve the ache between my thighs. “Show me.”

With trembling hands, I grip the top of my leggings, pushing them and my knickers down to my ankles, Cas helping me to remove them completely.

“Up on the table, Ember,” Kit orders, and licking my lips, I glance down to see the space in front of Oct is clear. A shiver cascades over my skin, raising goosebumps as I take Oct’s outstretched hand, letting him help me up and place my feet either side of his legs as he sits back down. I lean back on my hands, looking through my splayed thighs at him.

“Wider,” Oct commands, and I comply, flushing when Cas and Kit lean in to stare at my most intimate of places.

“Fucking stunning, Cinders,” Cas breathes before reaching out a finger and swiping it through my slick folds. A burst of pleasure flies across my nerve endings, making me arch, and I watch as he brings his fingertip to his lips, licking off the wetness and rolling his eyes. “You taste like heaven.”

“Yes, she does,” Oct murmurs, and then his head is between my thighs, his tongue licking long lines from my opening to my clit. Fire races from his touch, and I close my eyes, my fingers gripping the tablecloth as I let his tongue soothe me as much as it sets me ablaze. “So fucking incredible.”

“Do share, brother,” Kit drawls, and Oct leans back, his lips glistening and his cheeks flushed as he moves my leg aside to swap seats with Kit, who gives me a cheeky grin before leaning in and blowing across my damp folds. “I will not stop until you are coming and screaming my name. Then Cas will stuff you full of his cock, and you will beg for it, just like the desperate little cum slut you are.”

My breath stutters out of me, a low moan falling from my lips as he eats me like a man on a mission. It takes an embarrassingly short time before I do exactly as he said, screaming his name as waves of euphoria drown me, pushing me to my back with the sheer ferocity of the pleasure that coats my insides.

I’m a panting, hot mess as they move my leg again, and I open bleary eyes to find Cas now standing between my thighs, his hard, pierced dick gripped in his hand. He lines it up to my still spasming entrance, and in a single smooth thrust, seats himself deep inside me.

“Jesus, Cinders. You always feel so fucking good,” he moans, his eyes closed for a moment as he lets me adjust to his intrusion. None of my stepbrothers are lacking in the big dick energy department, and they have the equipment to back it up. He opens his lids, his copper irises burning into me. “I’m going to fill you up, Princess. Then you’ll walk around with me inside you all damn day.”

I clench around him, loving the idea of having him with me wherever I go. He chuckles before slowly moving, pumping in and out of me like he has all the time in the world.

And I fucking love it.

I revel in the feelings that he’s giving my body, in the slow buildup of the pleasure that I know will destroy me. My eyes close as I focus on the sensation of letting go and allowing myself this moment to experience it fully.

“Little Sis,” Oct’s amused voice filters my haze of desire, and I blink my lids open to see that he’s leaning over the table, his fingers stroking down the side of my face. “I’m going to fuck Cas while he’s inside you, okay?”

White-hot electricity shoots down my spine at his words, and Cas curses as my cunt clenches around him.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Yes, fuck, Oct, yes.” The words are a prayer, a plea for him to make good on his promise because I can’t think of anything hotter than my stepbrothers fucking each other while they fuck me.

A groan steals my attention and I gasp when I see Kit standing there to the side of us, Prince on his knees in front of him, roughly swallowing Kit’s dick.

“You like what you see, Pretty Thing?” Kit asks, his hand buried in Prince’s hair and forcing him to take more.

“Yeah, she fucking likes it,” Cas grits out, thrusting hard and leaving me breathless. “She just fucking flooded my dick.”

He pauses, and Oct gives me a kiss before reaching for the pot of natural yoghurt. My eyebrows furrow. Surely he will not use that where I think he is?

“Don’t look at me like that, Little Sis,” he teases, popping the lid and taking a scoop of it in his fingers. I watch as he smears it over his dick, giving himself a pump. “It’s safe to use as lube, and I think Cas would appreciate that, don’t you?”

My cheeks heat at the question. I’ve never seen two men have sex before, and now for them to be doing that while Cas is buried inside me, it makes me wetter than I ever have been, which is saying something with these four around.

Oct disappears behind Cas, and moments later Cas is being pressed on top of me, his body pushing mine into the table.

“Fuck, Oct,” Cas groans, and his cock gets harder inside me, my eyes going wide as I watch the play of pained anguish crossing his face.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, reaching a hand out to cup his cheek. His copper eyes lock on me, and they’re so bright they practically shine.

“A little, the asshole never preps properly.” He grunts and I gasp when he jerks, going deeper inside me, and I get the impression Oct pushed in further by the way Cas’s jaw clenches. “But, shit, it feels incredible too. Especially with you wrapped around me.”

He presses his forehead to mine, both of us covered in beads of sweat as his hips move, the sound of Oct’s flesh hitting Cas’s filling my ears. I grasp Cas’s shoulders, holding on as Oct takes his pleasure, and damn, it’s building me up quickly.

“Cas…” I rasp, and as if he knows what I need, one of his hands wiggles between us, his fingers finding my clit. As soon as he rubs over the engorged bud, I explode, my body filled with lightning as pleasure shoots across every nerve ending.

“Fuck, Cinders…” Cas moans, thrusting hard and burying himself deep inside me as my orgasm pulls him under.

Oct thrusts once, twice, then he’s pushing Cas deeper as he, too, finds release with a sexy fucking groan that prolongs my climax, my nails biting into Cas’s shoulders.

“Open your eyes, baby,” Cas commands in a rough voice. “Look at Kit and Prince. Watch how you undo them, how Prince lets Kit take control just because he knows it turns you on.”

My body reacts before my fevered mind has caught up, and my eyes blink open, showing me a vision that I know will be burned on my retinas for fucking years.

Kit has a tight grip on Prince’s hair and is using it to fuck his mouth with brutal force, Prince grasping Kit’s thighs and taking it, tears streaming down his cheeks, but neither of their eyes are on each other. No, both are laser-focused on me, and then Cas’s fingers move again on my clit.

“Shit! Cas, I c–can’t,” I sob, my body wriggling to get away, but he doesn’t let me, Oct pushing down on us both and trapping me.

“Just one more, baby. For Kit.” His words are a rough command, and I’m helpless to deny his request.

Kit growls. “You don’t look away from me, Ember. You hold my gaze while he makes you come again.”

Although my body trembles and my nerves are fried, the orgasm is wrenched from me as I keep my eyes on Kit’s, his intense stare demanding me to come for them again.

And I do.

I scream, my entire body going white-hot and molten as my climax tears me apart. I can’t see Kit anymore, I can’t see anything, blinded by such exquisite pleasure that I’m not sure I’ll ever come down from the high. My body writhes as my nerves are set ablaze, my orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

Then the weight lifts off me, Cas’s dick slips free, and I’m lifted into arms that smell like rum and leather and feel like home. Prince’s lips come down to mine, and even with my eyes closed I can feel how puffy and swollen they are.

He kisses me softly, reverently, like I am his entire world. He tastes like Kit, and I slowly lick inside his mouth, chasing the taste of my other stepbrother.

“You are so fucking perfect, Sugar,” he whispers against my lips. Goosebumps cover my skin, the slight chill of leaving the warm dining room forcing me to open my eyes fully to find that he’s headed for the stairs.

“I–I have to clean the breakfast things,” I say, my voice all kinds of hoarse. I guess that’s what having multiple orgasms will do to a girl.

“The others will take care of that while I take care of you, darlin’,” he tells me softly, his own voice husky and rasping. “We’ll help you with the guest rooms too.”

I snuggle closer in his arms, warmth filling my entire body.

I am no longer alone.