Page 79 of Craving Consequences

Lachlan snarls into my ear, his entire body jerking. I yelp at the sting.

“Prick!” he huffs at the other man.

Van snickers, attention dropping to where he’s rubbing the head up and through my folds.

“Want me to stop?”

Lachlan’s panting into my ear, deep, jagged breaths that match the tempo of his heart slamming into my shoulder blade.

But it’s the lift and match of his hips to Van’s strokes that I can’t stop watching. It’s the lock of his knees trapped in his sweats, but his inability to care when he’s getting manhandled.

“No,” I whisper, enthralled by the sight. Elated. Dizzy with arousal. “Again.”

“Hear that, Lach?”

He doesn’t give the other man a chance to respond when he gives another harder whack that sends shockwaves through my clit.

But Lachlan bows under me. His free hand shoves under my top, across my chest, through the collar to clamp down on my throat.

“Fuck! ”

The guttural sound vibrates down my spine with the most beautiful warmth that has my body seizing. His cock pulses in Van’s fists, thick and heavy and so close to me I can feel the heat of it radiating against my already drenched core.

Van smirks up into my face. It’s so cruel and unforgiving. The cold bite of someone merciless.

And I love it.

It’s so hot. So perfect. I’m lost in the lewd display between my thighs. The dirtiness of it as they play together without my prompting. As Van gets Lachlan ready for me.

“Like this?” he taunts, still stroking.

He must be doing something right because Lachlan is crushing me. His hold is suffocating as he jerks into the other man’s hand with writhing hips.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Want daddy’s best friend to breed you?”

I’m gasping for air, head a mess of desires, too desperate to formulate a single word when he follows the filthy question with the sweep of his tongue between my folds.

He groans, a sound of pure bliss that curls my toes. It pulses where he suctions his lips with mindless greed.

Behind me, Lachlan shudders. His arm tightens around my middle, his hand across my throat as if trying to anchor himself to something solid, but I am already a mess and in no shape to save anyone else .

Van smirks again, enjoying the torture. There is nothing but sadistic pleasure in his eyes when he guides Lachlan’s leaking cock to my entrance.

His fist stays wrapped around the appendage, stays in control as he uses the fat head to stroke through my soaked folds.

To nudge in only to pull up and over my clit.

“Fucker!” Lachlan wheezes, head falling back on the pillow.

Van only snickers and circles my switch. “She hasn’t answered.” He penetrates me again with just the head only to pull out again.

“I’m going to kill you,” Lachlan snarls.

“Beg, little doe,” Van tells me, circling my opening. Nudging, but with no relief. “Beg to let him cum in you. Beg to let him put a baby in you like a good girl.”

“Please. Please, Daddy, put a baby in me,” I wheeze, shameless. Desperate.

That seems to be the last straw.

Lachlan snarls, the sound of a feral animal right before he drives forward without waiting for Van. He sheaths himself in one hard, brutal thrust that rips through me with the sweetest agony.

I scream and Van steals it. He smothers my wail behind a palm as I jerk back, spine snapping up into a pulled bow as I cum.

He holds me down as his friend slams into me again and again.

Violent and pitiless. A man unhinged. Possessed with the need to claim and conquer.

The fingers at my throat flex between mercy and punishment as he controls my air. Oxygen Van is already stifling.

I’m dragged over and across Lachlan, back across his chest, legs wide. My good hand claws into the tendons. The knuckles. Nails tear into flesh. Drawing blood and a snarl from its owner.

But rather than fury, his eyes darken with pleasure. They spark with need as he drops his head and drags a tongue across his injuries. His nearly black eyes never leave mine over the hand he has yet to move and something in me tightens.

“Want to breathe?” he taunts, moving over me, over Lachlan. His massive body wedges between my sprawled legs, knees planted on either side of Lachlan’s hips. “Then you can’t scream, little brat. You can’t let Teddy and Lauren know you’re getting your pussy railed in here.”

I’d forgotten all about them. Forgotten, we weren’t alone in our isolated little bubble. But they mean nothing when the sheer madness of this moment encompasses everything else.

I do wish I had two hands, though, as I unsheathe my nails from his wrist and move up to fist his hair. I pull him down to me, to my lips. His hand moves automatically, and I push my tongue between his teeth. Swallow his groan as I pump my hips and ride his friend .

“Play with me,” I order him.

He does not refuse, asks no questions when slipping a hand between our sandwiched bodies and finds my clit. He watches me with every stroke of his thumb. Watches me. Stares into my soul.

Smirks and pushes his finger up inside me alongside Lachlan’s cock.

He does not stop my howl this time.

He says nothing to Lachlan when he roars behind me and bucks in deeper.

He watches us with sly amusement as he stretches me and strokes Lach at the same time.

“Tight,” Lachlan grits, hips slamming up into mine. Grinding. “Too fucking tight. Gonna cum. Fuck, Van, I can’t ... don’t stop ... shit!”

“Do it,” Van forces another finger, and I scream. I flail and thrash. “Cum in our little whore. But don’t pull out. Cork her cunt.”

Lachlan is not listening. He’s pumping mindlessly, bruising my hips as he uses me.

Van says nothing at all as he watches us, twisted enjoyment hungry across his face as he hooks his thumb around the shaft, using it as leverage to curl his fingers. To stroke Lachlan’s cock through the walls of my pussy, pressing higher, searching ... pressing.

White hot electricity punches through me.

I seize around them both. It coils in anticipation as Van moves in slow, deliberate strokes right against the swollen knot buried deep inside me.

“Van...” Lachlan chokes.

Van ignores him. He fucks his fingers along side Lachlan’s thrusts, dragging them in perfect rhythm curling them to hit that spot again and again until I’m bucking. Legs thrashing. Nails ripping crimson ribbons down Van’s back.

“Van ... Van ... wait...” My vision wavers. “Oh God, wait...”

He hums deep in his throat. A sound that is more mocking than humor.

“He’s covered in you,’ he taunts. “His cock is soaked. I can barely hold on. I could probably fit my whole hand in your hole. Wrap it around his dick and let you take me to the wrist. Wear you like a puppet.”

“No ... I can’t...”

But his fingers curl just right and I break.

There’s no sound when there is no air in my lungs.

It’s a bomb that detonates only in the cavity of my skull while the rest of me simply erupts in a white haze of raw pleasure.

The violence of it shakes me to my core as I fight to scream.

To breathe. To shove Van off me as he continues to slam into that place, giving me no chance to hit the floor .

I am simply a quivering, rocking mess, drenching them in gushes of heat that soak Van. Drench Lachlan and ruin the bed.

And still I can’t find my voice.

I barely know where I am.

Even when their voices filter through the fog of agonizing pain and coiling pleasure, I am buzzing.

“Fucker! You fucking fucker!” Lachlan’s wheezing.

“Shut up and hold still,” Van growls. “My turn.”

Lachlan groans and falls back. I’m aware of his cock still nestled in me. still twitching and spraying my walls. I’m aware of his heaving chest. The crashing of his heart against my back.

But none of that comes close to the power of Van’s hands on my shuddering hips. To the nudge of his cock against my dripping entrance. I’m too weak to protest when he forces his way in. Stretches my greedy channel to take him.

I think I make a sound, or Lachlan does.

It’s weak and panicked as my body gives zero resistance to the new invasion. As it welcomes the raw burn of two penises. Even the pain is a weird welcome I know I will regret once I fall from this high.

“Fuck, look at you,” Van groans in the most deliciously hot rumble that has my pussy sucking him deeper.

“Took me right in like your greedy hole is meant to. We’re going to stay in you like this once I cum.

Going to cork your cunt, keep our seed in.

You’re giving us a baby, Everly. Then another and another. ”

I shouldn’t find that threat so alluring. So arousing. If having those babies means this, I will give them as many as they want.

Delirious and frenzied, I reach down and cup the taut, flexing muscles of his backside and pull him deeper.

Grind him harder against the semi flaccid cock still wedged in place.

I once again wish I had the use of both hands, but one gets the point when Van wiggles deeper, bottoming out and sending my head back on Lachlan’s shoulder with a strangled cry.

Van snarls something unintelligible as I clench around him.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it,” he pants. “Fuck ... don’t stop.”

I roll and grind with every downward motion. I clench my muscles with the upward pull that has both men hissing through their teeth.

“God, you need to stop or I’m going to tear your little cunt when I get hard again,” Lachlan warns, hands bruising my waist.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Van huffs, eyes half closed in pure, unadulterated bliss. “You wanted this. Wanted your cunt stretched and full.”

He’s not wrong.

Nor do I care .

The pain twisting his features, the sweat plastering his hair to his temples, the way he’s trembling as I torture him ... let them rip me. I’ll die happy.

“Lachlan?”

Beneath me, the man breathing hard against my shoulder turns his face into my neck. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

With my good hand, I reach down and dislodge one of his from my waist. I drag it down to tuck between my thighs.

“Make me cum.”

I hear his low, tormented, “God...” and smirk. I don’t think I’m too obvious about it, but I catch Van’s proud little grin.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, driving harder, faster.

I clench my muscles and meet every thrust. Meet every flick of Lachlan’s finger on my clit as he pants into my skin and joins the race.

His hips lift, hesitant. Careful. Like he’s trying so hard not to participate, but his dick is swelling.

There’s definitely less room. Less space as Van’s strokes slow with the effort and I feel the stretch.

The pull. It’s not quite pain, but it’s enough to still my movements.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” Lachlan hisses.

Van grunts. “Easy.” He warns, big hands moving to my hips to steady me. “She’s full, Lach. Don’t move.”

Lachlan groans through his teeth. “I’m trying. Hurry the fuck up! ”

Van frowns, but his voice is soft when he speaks. “You good, baby?”

Swallowing, I nod. “Don’t stop.”

I feel his hesitation, but it’s only a second before he’s bracing his hands on either side of our heads. Digging his fingers into the mattress as he ups his thrusts. Between our bodies, Lachlan flicks faster. His voice is raw and pleading as he begs me to cum.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Let go.”

The tremor in his voice pushes me closer. His desperation, the flex and bulge of his muscles as he strains against his own urges. Something about his torment, about the way his hips stutter and his heels dig restlessly into the mattress pushes me over.

I shatter with a cry torn from the very pit of my chest. It tears through the violence crashing through my body, blocking out all else as my legs lock. My thighs tremble. My walls fist around both men as I clasp them greedily deep in my core.

Overhead, Van curses as my release soaks him. Triggers his. Lachlan moans a sweet, pained whimper of relief as he twitches inside me and cums again. The relief of them going down fans through my sore channel.

But neither withdraw, nor does my body push them out.

They remain where they belong.

Filling me .

Except...

“Out,” I rasp, the tension in my limbs and the raw ache between my thighs becoming too much.

Gingerly, with all the slow gentleness he possibly can, Van slips out of me. The gesture, no matter how careful, causes me to wince. Causes Lachlan to grunt.

“Okay?” he asks softly.

I say nothing for a moment as I pull myself off Lachlan. The tender opening pangs with the motion. It throbs. I know based on the soreness alone that I need to take a day or two before we do anything else.

“Evie?”

Shuffling to a sitting position, all my weight placed more on my right side rather than center, I nod. “Sore.”

Van kisses me softly on the lips. “We’ll take care of you.”

I don’t argue as they begin moving around me.

Van slips off the bed first. He pads into the bathroom. The light flares on and I hear the water rush in the tub a moment later.

Lachlan gently lifts me into his lap. His hand moves lovingly along my spine, hips and thighs in unhurried kneading. His lips graze along my temple and down the side of my face, tickling my skin with his stubble.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs .

I take a deep breath and nod. “Didn’t realize the possibility of me being pregnant would cause such celebration.” I tip my face back on his shoulder and grin. “Or trying.”

His features soften into one of such sweet affection it closes around my throat. “Do you want to?”

“Have a baby?” At his nod, I shrug. “I honestly never thought about it before. I always thought it would be a discussion between me and the person I was with.”

“And now?”

Warmth creeps into my cheeks and I lower my gaze to his chin. “I’m not opposed to it. As long as you want to have a baby with me knowing it may not be yours...” A new dread settles in my chest, and I nibble on my lip. “Do you still want—?”

“Yes,” he says before I can even finish.

“Even if it might not be yours?”

“It is mine,” he corrects smoothly, without a speck of hesitation.

“I didn’t get a say with ... Bron,” he falters like he hadn’t meant to say the name out loud.

“I was young, and I had no idea what I was doing. It all happened against my will with someone I didn’t even like.

” He hooks a finger and lightly sweeps back a strand of hair off my cheek “I don’t want to wait for anything with you.

I’m ready to start a whole life with you and Van and all the babies you’re willing to give us, or no babies at all. I just want you. ”

I kiss him because how did I ever get so lucky? When did my gray little world find these men who are everything I don’t deserve?

“Love me?” I ask, unsure and a little nervous.

His lips curve. “So damn much.”