Page 51 of Craving Consequences

EVERLY

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My knees sting against the raw wood as I crawl deeper beneath the bed. Muscles twitch with the effort to stay quiet as the house roars around me. The hem of my top has bunched up, pressing every inch of naked skin from my belly down into the unforgiving chill.

Outside, the storm bellows with a new ferocity. It claws at the window as thunder cracks in the distance.

Somewhere below, a door slams.

My heart kicks in my ribs. The pounding is so loud, I know they’ll hear it. I try to cover my mouth with both hands, muffling the pitiful whimper lodged in my throat.

But it’s the hot, sticky moisture trickling between my legs that I can’t stop.

I’m so wired, so unimaginably turned on, I can hardly tell if I’m shivering because of the chase, the cold or how badly I want them to catch me.

How desperately I need to feel them stretching me, filling me, making this ache stop.

Something creaks just outside the door.

Soft.

Deliberate .

A floorboard sighs under pressure.

Light slices beneath the wood, a taunt so cruel I squeeze my eyes closed.

“You know,” Van calls, voice a sadistic purr coiling through the corridor, “we may not know this house as well as you do, but there is one thing you seem to forget, little doe.”

Another footstep. Closer. Just outside.

“We know your scent,” Lachlan finishes for his friend.

My thighs clench. It’s useless. I’m soaked. Arousal is literally dripping from my clit. It’s soaking the wood beneath my hips and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

“We can smell your cunt,” Van continues lazily. “It’s so fucking wet the house is thick with it.”

I bite down on my knuckle to hold the moan in check. My nipples ache, tight against the thin cotton of my shirt. I have to resist the urge to roll my top up the rest of the way and let the wood soothe them. There isn’t any time.

The doorknob clicks.

The hinges groan.

My lungs stop for a full heartbeat as twin footfalls fill the space. White, artificial light drags across the floor, trapping dancing particles of dust in their stream.

Cheaters, I think.

“Come out, little doe,” Van taunts as his heavy boots move in torturously slow strides around the bed .

The flashlight stays freakishly still in his grip, a testament to his resolve.

The halo of blinding white leads the way around the side of the bed.

It pauses on my right, highlighting the scuffs and scars crossing over leather as the bed dips overhead.

The wood creaks. Long, capable fingers curl over the edge of the frame.

Pauses.

I should run. I should scramble out the opposite side and bolt for the door. I know I’m caught, but I can’t let myself get captured, and still ... my limbs won’t move. They want to get caught. Punished.

A hand slides under the bed. It inches deeper into my space and I am too paralyzed to move. Praying that if I am still enough, he’ll miss me. But I’m not so lucky when the knuckles graze my knee and I jump.

“Found you,” Van growls.

The flashlight swings wildly as he swoops down and grabs my ankle. It’s all the warning I get before I’m yanked free.

I shriek. The sound is involuntary, but it tears from me as I’m dragged across the floorboards on my belly. My top is twisted up over my breasts, baring them. scraping the tender nipples across the floor.

And that’s how he leaves me. On my stomach when he forces his hand between my thighs.

“Christ, her cunt is dripping. ”

I sob when his fingers sink inside me and pump. My hips lift to meet him. My knees fall open wider. The cold floor feels like heaven against my flushed skin.

I’m ready to submit. Call it quits. I don’t want to play anymore. I want them.

But I know I will never live it down if I give in this easily.

So, I twist. I coil back my leg and kick out. The heel catches the bend of Van’s arm, dislodging him, but only for a second before he makes a grab for me. Grabs my arm. I don’t pause to think when I sink my teeth into the flesh of his wrist.

“Jesus!” his hiss sings through me as I scramble up to my feet and dive for the bed. “Little brat bit me.”

I crawl over the mattress and across, nearly face planting on the other side when I miscalculate the distance. I have a split-second chance to gauge my plan as I lunge for the door. My bare feet slap against the hardwood.

“Everly!” Van’s growl brings a grin to my face, but I don’t stop.

The hallway yawns before me, a patch of darkness before the faint glow of candlelight from below.

I sprint for it.

I’m nearly at the landing when Lachlan’s heavy weight slams into me from behind, sending us both crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

His body crushes mine, pressing me face down into the floor as he sinks his teeth into the side of my neck.

My cry is ignored with the first thrust of his hips.

His cock slams home inside me, every inch claiming. His hands grip my hips, pinning me down with every savage thrust. My body burns with pleasure as he takes me right there on the hallway floor.

“Surrender,” he hisses.

I shake my head, but the words lodge in my throat with the first stroke of his fingers over my clit.

I’m ready to agree to anything when I hear the thump of feet joining us.

See the bob of light as Van comes up behind his friend.

It’s his arrival that spurs my reflexes back into action.

It propels me to twist. To throw back my elbow and catch Lachlan in the chest. The attack disturbs his pace, his perfect rhythm.

His cock slips free, and the loss has my empty channel weeping, but we’re not done playing.

I grab the opening and scramble upright. I have a split second to hear Lachlan’s snarl of protest before I’m throwing myself down the stairs.

My feet hit the steps. I slip and barely catch myself with one hand on the banister. My heart is slamming so hard, it’s rattling my ribs, but there’s no time to contemplate my actions when I can hear them right behind me. The combined weight thundering across the boards, rattling them.

“Oh, you are not getting away that easily,” Lachlan snarls .

I leap the last three steps and land hard on my soles. Pain rockets up my calves, crackles around my knees. It reverberates my spine, and I hobble a second trying to catch my bearings.

But that’s all the time they need to fall on me. To surround me. Hard hands close and grab. They lift and pull. I am nothing but a doll between them as they take what belongs to them. As they make good on their promise to use me.

“Game over, little brat,” Lachlan says as Van pulls me up and brings me down on his cock. Stretches me with zero warning. Stealing the air from my lungs as I fight to take him.

My back slams into the wall just beneath the stairs and he pistons into me with slow, even pumps that tingle up my core to coil in my belly. His big hands grip the undersides of my thighs, holding me open.

“Van...”

I don’t even know what I’m asking for, except it’s all I want and I know he’ll know.

“Can’t wait,” he breathes, voice rough with desire. “Need you on my cock.”

The fact that he thinks I would stop him would have been laughable, except he’s pumping harder. Every thrust rocks me higher up the wall. His rhythm is steady, unhurried, yet there’s a cruelty there, too, that has my toes curling.

But before I can lose myself, he sets me down. My pussy pangs at the loss and I blink up at him as he takes a measured step back. breathing hard. Cock slick and shiny in the soft candlelight bobbing between us.

“Get on the sofa.”

I don’t protest or try to run. I’m not capable of it as I stagger my way down the hall and into the dimly lit room illuminated by clusters of candlelight. The two demons follow, dogging my staggering steps all the way to the sofa.

But rather than let me take a seat, Lachlan closes a hand on my upper arm and drags me back into his chest. His face turns into the side of my neck while his hands drag my top up, baring my breasts.

They’re captured and cradled in his palms while Van claims the center cushion and watches.

His meaty fist tight around his cock. Stroking.

“Christ, you’re fucking beautiful,” Lachlan nuzzles the hammering pulse at my throat. “I keep waiting to wake up.”

That made two of us, but I’m not given a chance to respond when he pinches both nipples and tugs. His cock burns into the small of my back, head smearing precum across my skin with every shift of my hips grinding into him.

“Get on your knees, Evie,” Van instructs gently.

Lachlan brushes a kiss to my jaw before releasing me.

He says nothing as I bend between Van’s spread knees.

As I rest my hands on the hard muscles cording his thighs.

But he slips up behind me and adjusts me, pulls me up into a squat, my feet flat on the carpet.

My hips arches back, pressing me forward into Van’s solid erection.

“Are you our pretty toy, Everly?” he says softly, thumb ghosting my bottom lip.

Heat swells up beneath my skin, but I keep his gaze when I nod. “Yes.”

He nudges my chin, my mouth, with the head of his cock. I reflexively kiss it and watch flames leap behind his eyes. Watch his chest rise and fall in shallow pants that flare his nostrils.

“Will you be Daddy’s little whore, Everly?”

I freeze at the request. Taken off guard. I never imagined that would be something Van wanted, and while the word tastes strange on my tongue, it inflames something deep and forbidden in my soul. It heightens my already trickling arousal.

“Yes, I’ll be your whore ... Daddy.”

I wait for the embarrassment, the discomfort, but the way Van is watching me with pride and hunger erases any doubt I may have had. It cocoons me in a surge of warmth that emboldens me to lean in and run the flat of my tongue up the stiff underside of his cock.

Van’s lips curl with pleasure. “What does my little whore want?”