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Val is the first one to move, and it’s to yank open the door of the RV that seems to stick a little bit. “It’s cold. Do you want to…?” He gestures with his glove covered hand before walking inside himself, not waiting to see if I’ll take the invitation.

“Do I have to pick you up again?” Kieran murmurs, leaning his chin on my shoulder. “I might hit your head on that tiny door if I have to carry you.”

“I wasn’t really trying to run away, you know,” I mutter, some of the adrenaline still singing sweetly in my veins. My fingers flex against my leggings, and when I turn to glance at Kieran—even though I can barely see much more of him than his nose—I hear him give a soft, almost affectionate sigh.

“I know.” His fingers brush my back, up and down my spine, before he gently pushes me toward the open door. “Come on, princess. He’s about to fall apart with anticipation. After all, unlike me, he hasn’t gotten to focus on you yet tonight.”

I bite my tongue, figuring my arguments are better served for both of them, square my shoulders, and walk up the stairs into the RV. The inside makes me pause, and I’m surprised by how homy it feels. It’s not some cheap murder bus with blood stains and canned food.

It’s actually pretty nice, and part of me wonders if they have a permanent thing with traveling like this.

Not that right now is the right time to bring it up.

My toes curl in my sneakers as I step further into the RV, eyes skimming the sofa against one side. On the other side, a pop-out, I think it’s called, with a television hangs over a little table sandwiched between two booths. In the back, I think I can see the foot of a bed, and there’s a kitchenette a few steps away, so I suppose if they wanted to, they really could live here.

As I watch, Val carefully sets his mask on the table, followed by his gloves once he peels them off of his fingers. Next, he unbuckles his knife from his belt, and that goes onto the table as well in a small pile just inches from the edge.

My stomach twists and I take a breath. But now is as good a time as any, I suppose. “Okay, so, first complaint,” I start as the auburn-haired man turns to look at me with his eyes framed by thick lashes. “I’m?—”

I don’t get to finish.

Val surges toward me, hands out. His fingers curl in my hoodie so he can drag me forward over the laminate floor and slam his mouth to mine. “I’d apologize,” he snarls against my lips, turning to shove me against the counter and pin me there with his body. “Fuck, I’ll apologize if you want.”

He licks at my lower lip until I open my mouth with a gasp, and then a growl leaves his throat as he surges forward to devour my mouth much like Kieran had.

But Val is so needy, so desperate. He’s less in control than Kieran, but I love it just as much. I can’t help the way I throw my arms over his shoulders to drag him closer, and when he shoves a knee between my thighs, I can’t stop the soft sound that leaves me.

God, maybe I really am just desperate and easy for them.

“I have complaints,” I remind him, my fingers trembling in his jacket when he pulls away just enough that I can breathe. “I have so many— ” My words turn into a sharp yelp when he suddenly bites down on the side of my neck that Kieran hadn’t touched. He’s just as desperate, just as sloppy and enthusiastic as he bites once, then again, until finally he latches on and works to leave his mark on my skin as my head spins and my complaints start fading from my brain a little.

Especially with the way he’s moving his knee between my thighs. A whimper meets my ears that I realize is mine, and when I look around for something else to focus on, some kind of distraction, Kieran seems to sense my distress.

He comes in the door, closing it behind him. When I open my mouth to say something, though I’m not sure what, he growls softly and reaches out to grip my hair and drag my face up to his.

Kieran kisses me with the same level of need as Val, though they show it in two different ways. Trapped between them, I can’t be cold at all. Suddenly I want to peel off every layer I’m wearing and forget my complaints until the sun rises.

After all, shitty conversations are for daylight.

But my brain just won’t cooperate.

I force myself to pull back, force myself to let go of Val and press my hands to the counter behind me. “S-stop,” I demand, though I’m both relieved and disappointed when Val obliges with one last lick to my stinging throat. He steps away as I try to get my thoughts back in order, though I definitely don’t miss his self-satisfied smirk or the way he licks his lips like he can taste me on them. “Stop.” They have already, but the second one is mostly for myself.

“You left me,” I say, forcing myself to sound displeased. “You left me. Crying. After you made me a murderer. You…” I close my eyes hard, and I find it’s easier to do this when I can’t see them. “You fucking left me crying on my fucking bed !” For good measure, I reach out and shove Val, who makes a noise of surprise.

“That was totally not my fault!” he squawks. “It was his idea to let you figure shit out. He said you might have a change of heart. And we wanted to give you a chance to be?—”

“Normal?” I demand, opening my eyes. “How the hell am I supposed to be normal, Val?” Though when he looks at Kieran for help, I decide to turn on him instead.

Which is…less of a good idea. He’s not so easily intimidated by me, or at the very least, willing to play along like Val is. When I step toward him, Kieran’s brows go up and he leans his elbow against the counter, clearly giving me an invitation I know I’ll regret.

So I do the smart thing and turn back on Val. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t coming back?!”

He rolls his eyes, throwing Kieran an exasperated look that also seems like it might be a cry for help. The latter sighs, though he doesn’t move, and I look between them for an answer.

“Because you deserved to make a choice. We sort of figured you wouldn’t want this.” Pointedly, he pulls the sheathe with its knife free from his belt and lays it on the counter.

“RV life?” I ask, pointedly obtuse. “You think my cats and I don’t want RV life ? Haven’t you been on Facebook, Kieran? RV life is?—”

“You’re being facetious,” he cuts me off smoothly. “You’re being a brat. If you want to make serious complaints and have a serious, grown up conversation, Noa, then don’t act like you just want me to throw you on that bed back there and spank you until your thighs and ass are bruised.”

It’s hard not to let that sudden mental image sway me from my conviction. “Shut up,” I mutter, and once again his brows shoot up, just as Val whistles from where he’s leaning against the table.

“That’s bold of you, Noa,” Val chuckles, seemingly unbothered by my complaints. “Come on, look at me. Be mean to me. It’s your safer option.” He reaches out to grab my wrist, and tugs me forward to stand between the v of his legs where he leans on the table. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he murmurs. “Princess, don’t be mad at us. Can you really blame us for wanting to let you live a normal life? You know what we are. You know what we do. And Noa, as much as we love you”—he trails his fingers down my face—“we can’t change what we are for you.”

Wait .

Everything in me is sure I’ve misheard him, and my eyes narrow as I look at his face, while Kieran lets out an exasperated breath behind me.

“Di-did you say you love me?” I murmur, sure I’ve misheard him. “Like, actual, l-word, love me?” That can’t be right, and I’m absolutely going to assume he meant it as a figure of speech.

An exaggeration.

Hell, a murderous colloquialism, even.

Val glances at Kieran, who snorts. “You said it, not me. I told you not to. I told you she’d run away,” he points out dryly.

“She’s not running away,” I snap, just to be contrary. “I just…” With one hand on Val’s knee, I pin him with my gaze. “You can’t really mean that.”

“Why not?” I barely notice him leaning forward until his lips are inches from mine. “Why can’t I mean it for you, princess? You think we would’ve hesitated to kill you if we didn’t have a healthy amount of affection for you when we first met?”

Distantly, I feel the curl of his fingers around my wrists, and it registers in my brain that he’s very slowly trapping me here. At the realization of it, I move to jerk back slightly, but a small grin curls over his lips and he doesn’t let me go.

Kieran stepping into the space behind me seems to seal the deal of me being trapped. He lifts my hair off of my shoulder, twining it into one hand before he leans in to run his lips over the sensitive side of my throat that Val marked only a few minutes ago.

“I’m not done complaining,” I murmur. “I had a whole thing thought out here.”

“Uh huh.” Val grins, and he really looks like he knows he’s getting away with everything he shouldn’t. “We know you do. But can you really tell me you want to complain more than you want to be fucked, princess?”

A jolt of excitement goes through me, constricting my lungs and pooling between my thighs with needy, wanting heat. I curl my fingers against Val’s sleeves, biting my lip as I try to focus on something other than the look in his eyes and Kieran’s mouth on my throat.

“You left me,” I remind them, realizing I sound like a broken record.

“We would’ve come back for you after this was done,” Kieran growls in my ear. “To at least give you the option. I said maybe we shouldn’t, but…” he trails off and licks a line up my jaw that has me going up on my toes.

“But what?” I demand, keeping an eye on Val as he gets to his feet, standing close enough that he’s pressed against me, chest to chest. With Kieran tight against my back, I’ve never felt more trapped in my life.

“But fuck , there’s no way we could’ve just let you forget us so easily. God, Noa.” Kieran buries his face in my throat. “If anyone should have complaints, it’s me.”

“And why the hell is that?” I try to keep some bite in my voice, some indignation, but it’s so difficult when Val is looming closer, with his eyes focused on my mouth like he’s imagining everything he wants to do to me.

“Because you make it hard to focus on anything but marking you up and making you ours. Could you do me a favor, Val?” The question surprises both me and Val, and we glance up at Kieran when he straightens.

“Depends. Because you don’t get any more playtime with her without me,” Val replies carefully, eyes narrowed.

“I’m not asking for that.” Kieran moves just enough for me to see his shrewd expression while he looks down at me, head tilted to the side and thoughtful.

On Val, it’s a cute, adoring look.

On Kieran, it’s a bit terrifying.

“When I step back and go to lock up, could you drag darling Noa back to the bed so we can wreck her like she’s asking for?”

“Like I’m asking for ?” I repeat, my voice rising as the words drop from my lips. “Did you really just?—?”

Val’s cackle cuts me off, and Kieran steps back so Val can grab me in the circle of his arms, crushing me to his chest. “Come on, princess,” he growls, nipping at my lip. “Come remind me why you’re our perfect, feral little thing.”

“You called me that when I was fighting you,” I breathe, my brain not quite working at full capacity with him this close.

“Yeah.” His smile widens. “And that’s exactly what I’m asking for now.” He clicks his teeth together close to my face, and it sets something off inside of me that’s been simmering away and tearing into me for a month . I lunge for him, but he takes my momentum and keeps us moving, dragging me by both hands down the center of the RV without needing to look behind him.

Unerringly, he turns at last, dragging me through the small doorway and into the bedroom, where a large, queen-size bed sits elevated against the windows snug at the rear of the RV. With no space between it and the walls on either side, it’s easy for Val to launch me onto the bed with one quick movement from his strong arms. He doesn’t follow, though, and when I sit up to protest, the words die on my lips.

Especially when he strips out of his jacket and shirt, leaving his upper body bare in the dim light of the RV. It’s hard to say anything when I’m busy admiring him, and I can tell he notices when he takes a moment to just let me look.

Fuck , it really isn’t unfair how hot these two murderers are.

“It’s all yours to mark up, princess.” Val chuckles, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them and his underwear down his thighs. It doesn’t surprise me that he’s hard, just as it shouldn’t have surprised me that Kieran was getting off on the chase.

In my distraction, Val is able to finish undressing before he slinks onto the bed like a giant cat, his muscles sleek and graceful under his skin as he moves toward me. I bite my lip as I look at him, my eyes narrowed, and before I can do anything, he lunges for me.

It’s all too easy for Val to pin me, even amidst my vocal and physical protests. I fight him, not because I’m afraid, but because I want to. Because being their feral little thing does something to me that I’m not ready to admit yet. I click my teeth together in front of his face, prompting a snarl to fall from his lips, and his hands yank on my hoodie, pulling it off without much effort and tossing it to the floor.

“I brought your backpack in from your car, by the way,” he murmurs in my ear, using his body to pin me to the bed as his hands hook in the waist of my leggings. “And obviously I brought your car here. You really just left it on, keys in the ignition. What if some bad man—” He yanks my leggings down my hips, taking my underwear with them, and growls against my mouth when I let out a sound of surprise and protest.

“What if some bad man had come and found your car, huh?” He forces the leggings off my legs, along with my shoes, before coming back down to his hands and knees over me. “Can you imagine what he might’ve done?” His eyes glitter as he speaks, and my chest heaves under my t-shirt.

“Stolen it?” I breathe, trying and failing to fight him when he pins my hands over my head.

“Nah, that’s thinking small. No, a really bad man would get in the back. It’s dark, after all. And if you’re willing to just leave the door open, I doubt you check your back seat.” Slowly he lowers himself down over me, until he can brush his nose up my jaw. “A terrible man would wait for you to come back, wait until you’ve parked somewhere and you’re so tired .” His voice is soft and cooing as I arch into him, though I’m not sure if I’m actually trying to get out from under him or get more contact.

“He’d take advantage of a pretty little princess like you.” God, the nickname makes something in me twist with excitement, though I jerk my head away from him before he can see my blush.

And right into Kieran’s hand. He grips my chin in his fingers as he leans over me, still dressed in a snug v-neck, jeans, and his gloves. “ Two terrible men wouldn’t stop there,” he murmurs, holding my gaze. “They’d take you back to their RV. They’d make you theirs, darling. Worst of all?”

I watch as he kneels on the bed, leaning down to cradle my face. “Worst of all, they’d wreck you for anyone else in the world. Over and over again, until you’re just a sobbing, begging mess who needs their cocks and their touch.”

I wonder how someone gets so good at this that they can have me pressing my thighs together with just a few words. I’m wordless, completely speechless and unable to form a rational thought while I watch him unbuckle his belt and open the front of his jeans.

“Come on, darling,” he urges, prompting Val to let go of me just enough so I can sit up slightly. “I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock just like they were in that warehouse closet. Remind me how much I love that sweet mouth of yours.”

“Remind me why I don’t bring up my complaints again?” I ask sweetly, feeling his grip turn stern on my chin as Kieran smiles right back at me.

“Because your mouth is gonna be way too busy, sweetheart,” he tells me just as sweetly. “And don’t think for a moment that if you bite me or be a brat about this that I won’t flip you over and spank your pretty ass and thighs until you’re a bruised and sobbing mess. You want to come tonight, don’t you, Noa?”

“Of course she does,” Val answers for me. “Suck his cock, princess. Show me how you did it back at the warehouse.”

“She was so cute in that storage room.” Kieran guides my face further into his lap, until I can flick my lip against his tip and feel him stiffen. “Come on, gorgeous.” With a hand in my hair, he pulls me further into his lap, while Val is behind me, pushing me gently onto my knees so I can do this better.

Not that I’m complaining.

I certainly don’t complain when I stroke my tongue up the underside of Kieran’s cock, and the low groan he gives only serves to encourage me to do more.

“She’s bolder this time,” he tells Val, never letting go of my hair. “She was so scared in that closet. With my mask on, poor little Noa here was so sure she was going to die. And yet…” He tightens his fingers and yanks me forward until I make a noise of protest, my hands grabbed by Val before I can really use them.

“And yet, I bet she’s just as turned on as she was last time. Why don’t you check, Val?” A jolt goes through me, and I squirm when Val shoves my thighs apart.

“Oh princess, you’re just so fucking wet.” I hear him growl, but all I can focus on is breathing around Kieran’s cock. Especially when he combs his fingers through my hair and arches his hips up into my mouth, one knee on the bed to provide him leverage as he fucks my mouth. “Does her mouth feel as good as it looks like it does?” Val’s fingers skim along my folds, causing me to shudder.

A low whine leaves me, but thankfully I doubt either of them hear me. Especially when Kieran starts talking about my mouth, and giving Val a play-by-play of when he’d fucked my mouth in the supply closet.

God, it really shouldn’t be something that’s so hot to listen to. Especially since I was there and all. But when Val shoves two fingers into me, I let out a yelp of surprise and jerk forward, nearly choking on Kieran’s cock.

“So wet,” he repeats with a low chuckle. “Babe, you just want this so bad, don’t you? Don’t worry, my feral little thing.” He smooths both hands down my hips and shoves them wider apart. “I won’t leave you waiting, don’t worry.” He fucks me open on two fingers for barely a minute before pulling back, and I feel him lean over me to ruck up my shirt and kiss my spine.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Noa,” Val murmurs in my ear. “I’m going to fuck your pussy while Kieran fucks your mouth. We’ll fuck all those complaints right out of you. Make sure you know you’re ours .”

His hands go to my hips, leaving mine free, but I don’t have a chance to do anything before he slams into me, his cock buried so far in my pussy I want to sob from the perfect, painful ache.

God, he feels too good to be true. Both of them do, as they fuck my face and my pussy while talking between them once in a while.

And I just feel…there. Like I’m drifting between them.

It should feel awkward. I should feel like I don’t matter, or like they’re only using me. Instead, I feel anything but.

“ Fuck ,” Kieran breathes finally, and he reaches up with his other hand to rake it through my hair as well. “ Fuck, perfect girl. I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow every bit of it, aren’t you?” He can’t be expecting me to answer. I quite literally have no ability to do anything except take his cock.

Val laughs sharply, voice rough behind me. “Oh, I think you made her grip me even tighter. She has such a greedy cunt. She’s begging for you to come down her throat while I fill her up. Aren’t you, princess?”

I whine, the sound desperate and needy and anything but complaining. Kieran laughs at it, at me, and adjusts his hands as he presses his knee harder onto the bed.

“Get her to come with us, Val,” he murmurs. “She deserves it for being so good for both of us. Consider it my apology,” he adds, tugging pointedly on my hair. “I’ll look past how much of a brat you’ve been and let you come on Val’s cock. I’ll even let him play with your clit.”

At his words, Val nips my shoulder and circles his arm under my hips to stroke his middle finger along my overly sensitive body. He strokes between my folds, up and down my slit until finally— finally— his finger rubs over my clit.

It doesn’t take long before I’m crying out around Kieran’s cock. It takes even less time for him to thrust once more while Val’s pace speeds up. I’m sobbing, tears quite literally running down my cheeks as I come on Val’s cock.

Kieran comes next, holding me tight with my nose to his hips and murmuring praise after praise for me alone. But Val isn’t far behind. He slams into me, and his hands on my hips are sure to leave bruises. I lose track of most of what’s going on, so I’m not sure exactly how long it takes him to finally bury his cock in my body and come with a snarl against my ear.

I’m too busy floating and being probably the happiest I’ve been in years once I start to come down from the high of my orgasm. Sensing it, Kieran pulls his cock free and cradles my face in his hands. “Good girl,” he breathes. “You’re always so good for us.”

“I still have complaints,” I murmur, feeling Val curl his arms around me and fall onto his side to drag me with him, with his cock still in my cunt. “Remember those?”

“Yeah.” Kieran chuckles and gets to his feet, turning off the last light shining in the RV. He shucks off his shirt as I watch, then his jeans, before getting on the bed and stretching out alongside me, one of his legs thrown over mine and Val’s.

“And those complaints can wait until morning, feral darling. You’re tired, and so are we, so why don’t you be a good cockwarmer for Val and go to sleep, okay?” There’s sweetness in his filthy words, and I can’t help burying my face in his chest as he tucks my hair behind my ear.

“For now,” I finally promise, taking a breath against his chest and letting out. “But just while it’s dark, and I’m tired.”