Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Yours,” she agrees breathlessly. “Always.”
TWENTY-THREE
LILIAN
Iam frozen and unable to move. I’m not an idiot. I know they haven’t solved everything between them, but the idea that I can bring them together after so long is heady in my blood.
It’s too much, too fast, too overwhelming. Every nerve ending is aflame, every inch of skin electrified by their touch. I’m drowning in sensation, in the scent of their arousal mingling with petrichor and pine.
Arson’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he notches himself at my entrance. The blunt head of his cock parts my slick folds, teasing, promising. Behind me, his brother mirrors the movement, the thick length of him pressing insistently against the tight pucker of my ass. Then I feel a hot wash of liquid against my asshole that makes me gasp.
Glancing back, I watch as Aries digs his teeth into the cut on his arm Arson gave him from the fight and uses his own blood to lube me up. Fuck. What the hell did I get myself into with them? And why does watching him go absolutely feral for me ignite me even further, my thighs even slicker now with my own arousal.
I’m trembling, caught between apprehension and desperate need. I’ve never done this before, never even let myself imagine it. But now, with both of them surrounding me, claiming me, the thought of being filled so completely sends a dark thrill shuddering through me.
“Breathe,” Arson murmurs against my throat, his lips brushing over my thundering pulse. “Just breathe and let us in.”
I try to obey, forcing air into my lungs, willing my body to relax. But it’s not easy when every cell screams for more, when the ache between my thighs is a gnawing hunger that demands to be sated.
They begin to push forward in tandem, stretching me, filling me, the burn of the intrusion warring with the searing sensation of finally being claimed so completely. I cry out, my voice echoing through the hushed forest, and Arson swallows the sound with his mouth on mine.
His brother’s hands smooth over my back, gentling me even as he continues to press deeper. “That’s it,” he croons, his voice rough with strain. “Take us in. All the way.”
I feel like I’m being split in two, skewered on their thick lengths. It’s almost too much, the fullness a sharp edge of pain that is so keen it’s pleasure entwined. But beneath that is a deeper ache, a primal need that urges me to open further, to submit entirely to this claiming.
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for. More, less, harder, gentler. I’m lost to everything but the feel of them inside me, possessing me, branding me as theirs.
They begin to move then, a slow, deliberate rhythm that drags over every sensitive nerve. Arson’s cock slides against a spot deep within me, sending sparks of electricity ringing through my core. Aries matches his pace, the thick drag of him stretching my tight channel, igniting a different kind of fire.
I’m suspended between them, impaled, utterly at their mercy. And I’ve never felt so complete. So right. Like every broken piece of me is being fused back together by the heat of their possession.
Their hands roam my body as they thrust, calloused fingers mapping every curve and hollow, claiming each inch as their territory. Arson’s teeth graze my shoulder, a sharp counterpoint to the silken slide of his tongue. Aries’s lips find my ear, his hot breath sending shivers cascading down my spine.
“You’re ours now,” he rasps, punctuating the words with a particularly deep stroke that has me seeing stars. “Body and soul. No more running.”
“No more hiding,” Arson agrees, his hand slipping between my thighs to find the swollen pearl at their apex. He circles it slowly, teasingly, drawing a keening cry from my throat. “This is where you belong. With us. Always.”
I can only moan in agreement, words lost to the maelstrom of sensation threatening to sweep me away. They’re everywhere—inside me, surrounding me, filling my senses until there’s nothing left but them. The slick slide of skin, the mingled scent of our arousal, the harmony of panted breaths and satisfied moans.
Their thrusts grow harder, faster, more demanding. Arson’s fingers work me mercilessly, stroking and rubbing until the coil of tension in my core winds tighter than a spring. Aries’s grip on my hips tightens to the point of bruising as he drives into me, each powerful surge stoking the flames higher.
I’m climbing rapidly, my body no longer my own, merely an instrument for their need. For our desire. The wet sounds of our joining fill the air, obscene and erotic, urging me onward. Upward.
Until, with a suddenness that steals my breath, the crest of rapture breaks over me. I shatter between them, my body convulsing, clenching, milking their hardness as I come apart. A hoarse scream tears from my throat, only to be swallowed by Arson’s greedy mouth.