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Chapter 25

Forever

HANS - ONE WEEK LATER

“I ’m hungry,” Briar whines, crawling across the bed and waking me from a calm sleep. “You’re going to starve me.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Gerrit replies, smacking her on the ass. “You ate last night.”

“I’ve got thousands of years of starvation to compensate for!” She pouts. Her small hand touches my cheek. “You understand, don’t you, my love?”

I grin, pulling her onto my lap. Anchoring her hips with my arms, I grind my hard cock into her lower belly. She moans and plunges her teeth into my neck without warning.

My hips buck up, and a garbled groan tears out of my throat.

It feels like she’s touching every part of me when she feeds from me. It sensitizes my entire body and has me aching to bury myself in her.

And here, in our little cabin in the woods, where we have no responsibilities, nothing can stop me from doing it.

I clumsily remove my cock from my pants and hike her dress up. She props herself up on her knees, never breaking the grasp her fangs have on my neck.

“Brother,” I pant. “A little help.”

He rolls his eyes but walks around the bed and grabs my cock, lining it up with her soaking entrance. Gerrit places a hand on Briar’s shoulders and pushes her down, forcing her to take me in one smooth motion.

She cries out, popping her fangs from my neck, and I wrap my arms around her waist as I thrust into her from below.

“Fuck,” she pants. Blood drips around her mouth in a way that shouldn’t be sensual but definitely is, and I lean forward to capture one of her nipples in my mouth. Rolling the tight bud with my tongue, I absorb all of the ways she clenches around me and how her body moves when I bite the tip of her nipple.

How could I have forgotten this?

When my hand finds her clit, a muffled noise escapes her.

I look up and see Gerrit standing on the side of the bed, Briar’s hair in his hand, and his cock shoved into her mouth. “There you go,” he grunts, thrusting his hips forward. “You’re doing so good. Take all of me.”

She twists and grinds on me, and I buck up to meet every movement of her hips. I gently circle her clit until her knees are shaking and her walls are clenching around me. When her orgasm crests, she pops off of Gerrit’s cock, panting, with spit and blood dripping from her mouth.

“Need you both,” she pants, leaning down and pressing her chest against mine. “Please.”

Gerrit climbs behind her on the bed, knocking my knees farther apart with his. “You want me in this tight little ass?” he growls, dragging his finger between her cheeks. He sucks a finger into his mouth before circling it on her tight hole and pushing it in a little. “You want me to fuck you here?”

She moans, nodding furiously. “Yes, yes, please,” she chants. “Please fuck me.”

“What about…” he drawls, pulling the finger out. “What about I fuck you here?” He slides his finger alongside my cock into her cunt, and she buries her face in my throat with a beautiful groan.

“That one,” she pants. “Let’s do that.”

He grins over her shoulder at me and sheds his pants. “You good, brother?” he asks me as he grips his cock and lines up his head at her hole.

“I’m good,” I tell him, banding my arms around her torso and squeezing so she can’t move. “Butterfly, you’ll have to stay still for him, okay?”

She mumbles her agreement, and I feel him push into her slowly. His cock drags along mine, and I pant through the sensation. The feeling is intense, the pleasure of it indescribable as her pussy squeezes us tightly together. He works himself into her with short thrusts, pausing every few movements to let her adjust to the feeling.

Briar is a mess of moans and pleas, unintelligible sounds spilling from her mouth. She tries to buck into him, to force him deeper, and he swats her on the ass every time. I reach between us to rub her clit again, and she whimpers beautifully. When Gerrit is entirely inside her, her cunt clutching us together in a furious grip, I begin to move my hips slowly. He matches my movements, entering her when I’m exiting, and we develop a pace that has her losing her mind with pleasure.

When I pinch her clit, and she clamps down on us, screaming our names and going boneless between us, I nearly lose my head. It takes everything in me not to explode at that moment. But I want to claim one more of her releases. I want to give her one more explosion of pleasure before I find my own.

“Her ass,” I pant, trying to lock eyes with my brother. He understands my intentions, and I watch Briar turn into a weeping mess between us as he slides a finger into her tight back hole. She throws her head back with a cry, and then her fangs latch into my throat with a groan as she explodes.

Succubus benefits, I suppose.

I am a mere mage, unable to hold myself back any longer. The pleasure of her bite combined with the ecstasy of her warmth has me losing myself inside her in stuttering thrusts.

Gerrit roars out his release right after me, and when we both pull out of her, she drips our pleasure all over the sheets. We collapse into a sweaty heap, letting the morning light wash over us as we fall back into a sweet, lazy sleep.