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Chapter 18

Dangerous Hands

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E very part of my body heats at his proclamation.

“Two? Do you think… both of you?”

Hans slides onto the other side of the log. “Why not? We’ve felt attached to you from the beginning, even when this whole situation has made us nervous. Do you feel drawn to us?”

My heart clenches. Of course, I have. I’ve wanted them both from the moment I saw them. But that can’t mean anything, right?

“I have an idea,” Gerrit says, pushing hair away from my neck and kissing along the skin there. “What if we power you up? Get you good and flush with it. And then you try to do something your magic would’ve never let you do before.”

Hans’s hand rubs across my belly before turning north and sliding between my breasts. “And they call me the Brain. Great idea, brother.”

I whimper as Hans makes contact with my nipple through my shirt. Gerrit grabs my chin and tilts it up, kissing me sweetly. Our tongues tangle together as I hear Hans drop on his knees to the forest floor. His hands grapple with my boots, but he gets them removed and yanks my pants off shortly after.

My bare ass on the log is not comfortable, and I’m wiggling around, trying not to scratch my ass up, when Gerrit chuckles against my mouth. “Lay out the bedrolls, brother,” he says huskily. Moments later, I’m being lowered to the ground, laying on soft fleece.

Both men stand over me, gazing down at my half-naked body. I can see the bulges straining against their pants, and my mouth waters with the need to touch them. To taste them.

“Dinner or dessert?” Gerrit asks Hans conversationally.

The dark-haired brother hums to himself. “Dessert, I think.”

“That means I’m dinner, witchy,” Gerrit says with a lecherous grin. He drops to his knees and crawls next to me on the bedroll before laying on his back and rolling me over on top of him. A hand on the back of my head forces my face into the crook of his neck.

I can practically hear his pulse and smell the blood running in his veins. My whole body aches for them, from my fangs to my cunt.

“What are you waiting for?” he whispers.

That’s all he has to say. I bury my fangs into his neck, my eyes rolling back and my pussy clenching as the first hot taste of him splashes across my tongue.

There is something different about this time. The blood is richer and more satisfying than before. Not that it didn’t satisfy, but this time it’s more . Like the difference between a bath in cold water versus warm. Both get you clean and achieve the same goal, but one feeds your soul and relaxes your body.

I’m so distracted consuming Gerrit that I lose track of Hans. He makes himself known, though, when he buries his head between my legs and begins to devour my pussy from behind.

His broad tongue laps at my entrance, gathering the moisture there before circling my clit. Pleasure rockets through me but I feel empty, hollow.

My body cries out that something is missing.

When Hans shoves two fingers in me as he suckles my clit, I groan and clench around them. Gerrit thrusts from below me, his hard cock rubbing against my stomach as I feed from him, and I know what I need.

“I need you to fuck me,” I say, popping off of Gerrit’s neck. “Both of you. I need you both to fuck me.”

Hans stills his fingers and pulls his plush lips from my clit. “You sure?”

“Very. Please,” I beg.

“Oh, you’re so pretty when you beg,” Gerrit says from beneath me. “We may have to make a habit of that.”

I’m so distracted by Gerrit that I let out a little squeak when Hans enters me from behind. He pumps in and out of me several times, leaving me panting and grinding my clit against Gerrit’s hard cock. After way too short of a time, he pulls out.

But I am not left bereft for long before Gerrit frees his dick from his pants and pulls me down onto it. Immediately, I clench around him and roll my hips, chasing pleasure.

“Be still, butterfly,” Hans says, putting a hand on my back. He pushes me flush against Gerrit again. I hear the sound of his spit just before I feel it land on my back hole.

He massages it into me, gently pressing one finger inside and then another, stretching me. Just the idea of having him and Gerrit in me at the same time has my body threatening to fall apart. The anticipation is close to killing me when he spits on me again and wedges three fingers inside me.

At this point, I’m a fucking wreck. I can’t keep feeding from Gerrit because I’m mewling and wiggling on top of Gerrit, begging for release. But he’s keeping his hands to himself, seemingly happy to lay there with me on his cock and nothing more.

When the smooth head of Hans’s cock finally pushes against my back hole, I’m ready to cry in relief. He moves at an agonizingly slow pace, but I know it’s so he doesn’t hurt me.

Just as I think I’m going to lose my mind waiting for him to enter me fully, Gerrit reaches between us and gives my clit a few rough rubs. He leans up and whispers in my ear, “Bite me.”

I sink my teeth into the opposite side of his neck, and he pinches my clit. My release rolls through me, and Hans pushes entirely into my ass as it does. I’m barely sucking down any blood, my moans loud enough to wake the birds.

“Fuck, Briar,” Hans swears, his hands spreading my cheeks as he watches where I take him. “You feel so fucking good.”

Gerrit snarls from beneath me. “You better move, brother, and soon. I’m about to fucking explode.”

Hans pulls out and then pushes back in at a steady pace, his length filling me up in a way I’ve never been before. He drags against Gerrit’s cock, only a thin piece of flesh separating them, and the dirtiness of it has my head spinning.

Gerrit, pinned beneath my body and teeth, can’t do much but wrap his arms around me and thrust shallowly from below.

Every one of their touches lights me on fire, and I feel like I am going to explode with pleasure. I am full of it from my toes to my ears, dancing with the magic that lives inside me. It’s heady and right, the three of us being together like this.

I pop off Gerrit’s neck, blood trickling on my chin, and reach behind me blindly. “I need your blood, Hans,” I say through panting moans.

He bends his body over mine, shoving his wrist in my face, and as soon as I see that delicate vein, my vision whites out, and pleasure overwhelms me again as I bite down.

“Shit!” Hans shouts, his hips thrashing wildly. I keep drinking him down, relishing in the desperate and uncontrolled sounds he’s making as he ruins me. He thickens and comes with a shout, stilling as he fills my ass with his hot pleasure. I lap gently at his wrist as his orgasm triggers a sweet, gentle release within me.

His blood tastes like salvation as I take it into me.

Gerrit groans, his hips thrusting and his hands squeezing my hips so hard I know he will leave bruises. I rock my hips, grinding against his pelvis, and he throws his head back on the bedroll, his blonde hair fanning behind him in the picture of pleasure. With a gasp, he thrusts up and pulls down on my hips before he finds his release within me as well.

We lay in a sticky, sweaty pile, both of their softening cocks still inside me, their blood on my chin, basking in the moonlight.

Something grows in my chest, something I’d forgotten.

Something that was kept hidden from me.

My magic dances inside me, eager to be let out to play like a youngling.

So I let it out.