Page 5 of Not a Pawn (Tales of the Dreggageggon #2)

Done Holding Back

Sebastian

It’s done. I can’t hold back from touching and tasting her any longer whether Julian agrees with me or not. Having tasted her skin, I know what I have been missing these past ten torturous days, not to mention the hundred years before that.

I know my brother wants her to come to us on her own, but her mind is holding her back. Our mate is within our grasp, and I honestly don’t understand why we should be holding back. She is ingrained in me, in my soul, and I can’t stand to be away from her yet near her any longer.

I could smell her cunt all the way down the hall. She wants me, or him, or both of us if we are lucky, but I don’t care anymore. It is time to claim our mate. Or at the very least push her in the right direction.

I watch her run to my brother, plastering her delectable body to his front and wrapping her arms around his middle like he is her savior. That’s bound to give him a big head, but she’ll realize her mistake soon enough. Julian is just as desperate for her as I am.

“Are we really doing this?” Julian asks through our mind link.

“Smell her, brother. She is beyond aroused.”

“I know that but—”

I cut him off. “Stop thinking of excuses. It’s time to give all of us what we want.”

Julian smirks at me before turning his attention to Harlow. “What is the matter, little one?” he asks tilting her head back so he can look into her eyes, a faux look of concern gracing his features.

“Your brother has gone mad! He accosted me in my closet.” She pouts and the sound goes straight to my straining cock.

I watch with a smirk as my brother frowns before speaking. “Can you blame him?”

“What?” She tries to pull away.

“You can’t expect us to live in the same house as you, see you parading around in revealing outfits, and not expect us to do something,” he explains, gripping her hair in his fist.

“You bought those outfits!” she counters loudly.

“Yes. But there are less revealing items,” he muses, running a finger along the string around her neck.

“Julian,” she whispers. “Please don’t do this.”

“Why not?” he questions. “It’s clearly what you want.”

“I don’t,” she cries out. “I want to leave. You said I wasn’t a prisoner.”

“And you aren’t,” I say as I approach. “But you made a deal.”

I spin her, pulling her back against my front, my hard cock digging into her ass. She may say she doesn’t want us, but the fact that she wiggles her barely covered, delectable derriere against my erection says otherwise.

“You can’t do this!” she objects. The words may be loud but the infliction is feeble.

“We can. And we will,” Sebastian replies.

****

This Isn’t Right

Harlow

My body is humming. That can’t be right, can it? I know I set out to tease them just an hour ago but that was in theory. This is very much real. The cock digging into my ass is hard and I can’t help but push against him.

Sebastian’s eyes have darkened to an almost dark mahogany color, his pupils blown out as he watches his brother hold me. What in the ever-loving fuck is going on here? Julian wraps his hands around my upper arms, pulling them behind me and forcing my breasts out further.

“What a treat,” Sebastian murmurs as he peals the small triangles from my breasts and allows the large globes to fall free. “Such pretty nipples. I wondered if they would be big or small,” he says while twisting one.

“Ouch!” I cry out. “Stop!”

“Why should I? You wore these scraps to tempt me … us.”

“I’m sorry,” I say as a tear slips down my cheek.

I am so confused right now. My brain is yelling that this isn’t right, but my body is desperate for me to give in. I can only imagine the pleasure I will feel at the hands of these two men.

“Don’t be sorry, little one,” Julian whispers in my ear. “We were waiting for you to give us a sign or to come to us.”

“This isn’t a sign. I don’t want this,” I argue again even though a small moan accompanies the lie.

But my words fall on deaf ears. Sebastian places his palm flat on my chest and walks both his brother and myself backward. It’s only a few steps until Julian takes a seat on the edge of the bed and pulls me down onto his lap. His cock rubs against me, and I swear to everything that is holy I try to hold back my moan but fail miserably.

“Little one, I am going to enjoy stripping you of the notion that you don’t want us … this,” Sebastian says, rubbing his cock through his pants. “Before this day is through you will know who you belong to.”

“I will never belong to you!” I vow.

Both men chuckle.

“You already do,” Julian says, rolling his hips and forcing another moan from me.

“I can see your wetness,” Sebastian says lowering to his knees. His finger ghost over my pussy through the fabric. “There is already a wet spot blooming here. Your slick is gathering, preparing you for us.”

“I can’t control my body’s reaction,” I argue, struggling against Julian’s hold. “You’re playing games, and I want no part of it.”

“No, Harlow,” Sebastian says, pushing the material aside to bear my sex to his gaze. “This isn’t a game. This is everything.”