Page 21 of Revenant (Spirit Realm #2)

RUE

I ’m asleep one second and awake the next, which is normal for me. I can’t sleep more than a few hours, my brain subconsciously waking me so we’re never caught unaware, since I never know when my father might come and take his anger out on me. Even after months of being away from him, I still can’t shake the self-preservation instincts.

When I shift on the bed, I’m unable to move. My heart ricochets against my ribs before I can squash it, but I don’t outright panic. I’ve been in the same situation too many times in my life to worry yet.

Knowing that I’m being watched, I open my eyes…and blink in surprise when I find Hicks staring at me. His head is right next to mine on the bed, and we’re facing each other, our bodies tangled intimately. Heat fills my cheeks when I realize I curled against him in my sleep without even being aware of it, and I mentally cringe.

Part of me wonders if this might be a dream, but everything about Hicks is a little too vivid. My imagination is good, but not that good. Warmth radiates from him, a delicious heat that sinks so deeply inside of me that I swear I feel him down to my soul.

I still can’t believe that they came for me.

Despite the danger, despite everything that happened, they came for me.

The guys are curled around me on the bed, each of them touching me in some way, as if worried I might disappear. The sentiment is mutual, and it’s all I can do not to hug them close and never let them go.

Then I remember the serum and my desperate attempt to save them.

“You’re alive,” I whisper tentatively, unsure I quite believe it yet. I sit up slowly, so as not to disturb them, brushing my fingers against each of them just to double-check. Jameson is resting against my legs, his head on my thigh. He shifts under my touch, and his arms tighten around me.

Ellis is asleep at the edge of the mattress, a gentle snore escaping with each breath. Without his glasses, he looks younger, a vulnerability to him that is missing when he’s awake. I gently pull the blankets over him, my heart melting when he sighs in contentment and curls toward me.

Gunner grumbles in his sleep when my movements disturb him, and he leans forward to—Did he just sniff me? It seems to relax him, and he snuggles against my side, his head coming to rest on my stomach. Jaceson’s eyes flick open when I shift, my feet leaving the comforting warmth of his chest from where he rests at the foot of the bed.

“Are you okay?” Hicks asks, a gentleness to his voice that has my throat tightening.

I ignore his question to ask one of my own. “Is everyone okay?”

His eyes narrow in annoyance, but he answers my question readily enough. “Gunner spiked a high fever in the middle of the night. It only lasted an hour, seeming to abate when he touched you.”

I’m not aware of my hand landing on Gunner’s forehead until he grumbles and snuggles closer. The fever is gone. I brush the hair away from Jameson’s forehead, running my hands along his face, only slightly reassured when I can’t detect a fever from him either.

Before I can pull away, his hand lashes out, and he captures my wrist. When I glance down, I find him watching me with an unwavering stare, his pale blue eyes so tranquil that I could drown in their depths. It’s so at odds with his normal manic self that I can’t turn away, even if I wanted. Maybe I should be slightly unnerved by his intensity, but Jameson never does anything by half measures.

It’s one of the things that I adore most about him.

“You’re awake,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against the pulse in my wrist. He lifts my hand and kisses the tips of my fingers reverently, the man instinctively knowing how to charm a woman without even trying.

Maybe I should be jealous, but he has never turned his abilities on anyone else since we met. He looks at me like I am his world, and it’s fucking addicting for a woman who has never been shown even the smallest kindness.

“What happened after I passed out?” I swallow hard, hating the tremble in my voice.

“We put everyone to bed,” Hicks answers, throwing back the covers before swinging his legs over the side of the mattress. “It’s morning. They’re going to be coming for us soon. I’m going to guess that not all of us were supposed to survive the night. We need to be prepared for when they come.”

Jaceson reaches out and squeezes my ankle comfortingly before he rolls from the bed and lands on his feet. Ellis inhales deeply, then stumbles from bed and stretches, the muscles of his back flexing in a way that has my mouth watering.

Gunner grumbles once again before reluctantly opening his eyes. He scans my face, his hold tightening even as his expression softens, and I swear I almost see his dimples before he reluctantly slips from the bed.

Jameson doesn’t even bother to leave the bed. He grabs my legs and yanks hard until I’m flat on my back. I land with an oomph but don’t have time to do anything else before he army crawls up my body, not stopping until his face hovers over mine. “Good morning, my pookie.”

His husky tone has me melting against the mattress, and I can’t help the smile that curls my lips. “Good morning, Jameson.”

His lips barely brush mine before he’s yanked from me, dragged the length of the bed, and dropped on the floor with a solid thud and a grunt. I hardly had a chance to taste him before he disappeared, and I lean up with a scowl, meeting Hicks’ glare with one of my own.

I want to say he’s annoyed, but I don’t miss the hungry gleam in his eyes when his gaze lands on my lips. My annoyance evaporates, and I can’t help but imagine what his lips would feel like against mine once again.

Before any of us can react, a thud sounds in the room like a gunshot, and the locks on the door disengage. The guys all tense, each of them standing in front of me like a wall, and I hastily jump to my feet as I prepare for the room to be invaded.

Except, nothing happens.

It’s only then that I notice that the guys have removed my shoes, my socks are gone, and my pants have been stripped. I’m standing before them in only a shirt that barely covers the bottom of my ass.

I should feel naked and vulnerable, but when the guys turn to look at me, my body practically glows under their perusal. When they take a step toward me, I bolt for the bathroom. “We should get ready. I want to be prepared for when they come for us.”

I’m shaking when I shut the door behind me, and I’m startled when I see my reflection in the mirror. My face is flushed, my teal eyes sparkling. I’m fucking glowing. Every inch of my body tingles, aching for their touch…and I ran away from them like an idiot.

I want to smack myself in the face.

I turn away from the mirror with a sigh and methodically strip. When I step into the shower and turn on the knobs, icy water crashes over me, and I shudder under the assault. I wait until my libido is back under my control before I twist the knob to hot. Steam instantly fills the shower. I’m so distracted by the heated water pounding on my aching muscles that I don’t hear the door open until Jameson and Jaceson emerge through the steam like I conjured them from my imagination.

Completely naked.

My mouth drops open at the sight of them striding toward me. The thought of protesting never crosses my mind as I watch the steam caressing their bodies, both revealing and hiding enough that I can’t look away. My mouth waters, and my hands twitch with the need to touch the delicious muscles on display.

Maybe nudity should bother me, since I’ve never been intimate with anyone, but my father stripped me of any shyness by barging into my room at all hours of the day and night. Nothing was private.

I’ve been hauled from my bed in the middle of the night more times than I can count. I’ve always made sure that I was covered in some sort of clothing before I went to bed, but there are times when I’ve been caught unaware. My father took sadistic pleasure in sending his sicko servants to me while I showered, dragging me out with barely enough time to grab a towel before being presented before him.

It’s been years since I’ve taken a shower longer than ten minutes. It’s the same amount of time that it takes a servant to reach me from their quarters.

Whatever modesty I might have been able to preserve was well and truly stripped away after months of living in different asylums. Sharing a shower with a dozen other women while guards watch is uncomfortable, their crude comments only exasperating the situation.

When Jameson drags open the clear door to the shower, I banish those intrusive thoughts to the recesses of my mind where they belong. I’ve seen men nude—it’s kind of hard to miss when you pass in and out of mental hospitals. Yet seeing the twins standing side by side is like a religious experience—a gift given to me from the gods.

While they’re both still slim, they have each bulked up while I’ve been away. Jaceson is ripped through the stomach and legs, and Jameson is broader through the shoulders and arms. Though they’re identical twins, I’m not sure how anyone could ever confuse them. They’re each so beautiful in their own way that it would be impossible to mistake one for the other.

“We thought we might help you relax,” Jameson says in a husky voice, his roguishly charming smile not present.

To him, I’m not another conquest.

I’m the prize.

Jaceson doesn’t say anything, but his gaze is just as intense, never once looking away from my face. He’s more reserved than his brother, but neither of them seems sure of their welcome. That’s the last thing I want.

Without taking my eyes off them, I step back in silent invitation. Jameson accepts without pause, and I can’t tear my gaze away when the hot water cascades over his skin and flows down his body.

And for the first time, I allow myself to look at his cock. While most of the time, the creatures appear angry and red, his is beautifully sculpted, just like the rest of him. When Jaceson doesn’t follow suit, it takes all my willpower not to reach out and fold my arms around him. Taking my courage in my hands, I glance over to him.

“Would you like to join me?” My voice is husky, and a spark of hunger darkens his pale blue eyes, making them look storm tossed. Without taking his gaze from mine, he steps right into the shower. He ignores his brother, ignores the water splashing his gorgeous body, and steps right into my space.

He doesn’t even pause as he cups my face like I’m something precious…then his lips are on mine, his body forcing me back until I’m pressed against the cool tiles of the shower. My back arches against the shock of freezing cold, forcing my aching breasts into his chest, and I moan against the heated feel of him.

Light hair decorates his pecs, the wiry texture teasing my nipples into hard peaks, and I can’t stop myself from brushing against him in a silent plea for more. Heat floods my core, and I shift, rubbing my legs together to appease the emptiness.

A bottle top snaps open, and Jaceson pulls back with one last nip on my bottom lip, and I nearly topple over when I lean forward to follow him.

“Enough of that.” Jameson’s stern voice sends a jolt through me. He captures my chin and turns me in his direction. I cringe, bracing myself for his anger, but the expression on his face is pure hunger. “As much as I would love to watch my brother destroy you, we’re not here for that.”

I don’t even realize that I’m pouting until he leans down and nips at my lips.

“Stop trying to tempt me, pookie.” His voice is husky, a tremor rippling through his muscles as his control wavers. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

To him, it’s more than just sex.

This is him showing me that he cares, and I nod meekly. As I turn so my back is to the water, he puts a dollop of shampoo into his palm, lathers the soap, then gently begins washing my hair.

After a few seconds, my eyes slide shut of their own accord. I’ve never had anyone take care of me this way, and I wasn’t sure that I would like being so vulnerable.

Fuck was I wrong.

I think I died and went straight to heaven.

His fingers massage my scalp with just enough pressure that my eyes threaten to roll back up in my head. I’m not even aware of slumping into him when my knees weaken, until the heat of him burns into my skin.

I’m not sure how much time passes before Jaceson lifts my hand, places it on his chest, then proceeds to run a loofah along my skin. I shiver at the gentleness of his movements mixed with the rough texture of the loofah. He doesn’t look up, totally focused on his task with the seriousness of a surgeon.

I brush my fingers along his chest, suds dripping from my arm, and his gaze jumps toward mine. He stills, like he’s waiting for me to berate him. I don’t miss the slight grimace that crosses his face before he can hide it.

“Am I doing this wrong?” His voice is gruff, his shoulders tense.

I slide my hand up his chest, gliding it across his shoulders before finally slipping my fingers up the nape of his neck. “I don’t think there is a way you could touch me that I wouldn’t like,” I confess in a husky tone.

Warmth heats my cheeks, and I’m suddenly shy, but I refuse to break my hold on him. “I’ve never done anything like this before. Being near you is addictive. I could get used to being pampered, but…” I nibble on my bottom lip for a second, then lean toward him until it’s only the two of us. “I’m not sure what to do with myself. Should I be?—”

“No,” Jameson growls, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind me. “The only thing we want you to do is enjoy our touch. We’ll have plenty of time later to play.” As if to prove his point, he leans forward and nips at the back of my neck hard enough to sting. “Understand?”

I moan at the touch of pain before the burn turns into pleasure. My core is practically dripping, I’m so wet, and I’m glad that we’re in the shower. When I don’t respond promptly, his hand slides down to pinch my nipple almost too hard. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yeesss,” I hiss, my eyes fluttering closed as I collapse against him. When he releases my breasts, I’m not sure if my groan is in relief or complaint. Heat spreads from his touch, and I don’t realize that I’m arching back against him until his chuckle echoes in my ear.

“Do you like that, my pookie?” He presses close, allowing the silky feel of his cock to brush against my ass, and my breath catches in the back of my throat in anticipation. “Are you aching for our touch?”

I eagerly nod, unsure what he has in mind, trembling in anticipation of his next move. Jaceson is silent as he watches his brother touch me, his expression almost brutal as hunger darkens his eyes. A lazy, almost cruel smile twists his lips, and any doubt of whether I would enjoy a threesome vanishes.

Jameson’s grip on my throat tightens, his fingers brushing along the sensitive underside of my jaw before he whispers huskily in my ear, “Then be a good girl and stay still while we clean you. If you obey, maybe we will reward you.”

I still, my core throbbing at the thought of them touching me, and my nod is jerky when I respond. With one last brush of his fingers along my throat, he continues washing my hair. His brother brings my hand back down to his shoulder and continues to clean every fucking inch of my body so slowly that I suspect they’re trying to drive me insane.

Jaceson pauses when he sees the tattoo over my breast. His pupils dilate, his mouth parts in awe, and he reverently traces the dark lines. “I’m going to put my mark on you when we get out of here. My ink will look so pretty on your skin.”

His words are soft, almost like he’s speaking to himself…until he glances up at me under thick lashes, his eyes full of such longing and possessiveness that my breath catches. I can only nod, desperately wanting what he describes, and a wicked grin crosses his face.

I’m distracted when Jameson deftly rinses the suds out of my hair, then begins the process all over again with the conditioner. He takes his time, until I’m so relaxed that I’m surprised my legs are still holding me up. Jaceson is worse, not even using the loofah anymore as his hands skate over my body, watching me struggle not to lean into their delicious touch.

Every time they come across a scar, they would pause to inspect the injury, categorizing each one before continuing. It’s the sweetest fucking torture, and I’m panting within minutes.

Every time I twitch or lean into them, they back off. When Jaceson drops to his knees in front of me, my lungs seize, and I freeze at the sexy image of him looking up at me with a worshipful expression. I shiver when his big palm rests on the backs of my thighs, his hand wrapping around the limbs until his fingers rest oh so temptingly near my pussy.

My gaze drops to his cock when it bobs, and my eyes widen when I spot metal gleaming at the tip—a fucking piercing. I almost expect something like that from Jameson but not Jaceson, and a thrill floods me at what else I might discover.

My core clenches in response, and I lick my lips at the thought of taking him into my mouth. I read about blow jobs in books, thought it sounded disgusting, but now I understand the appeal. I swear that I can almost taste him on my tongue. Almost. Unfortunately, the fucker remains frustratingly out of reach.

Instead of touching me, Jaceson takes the soap and rubs it into my skin, starting with one leg, washing it thoroughly before moving to the next with lazy movements. I’m so fucking horny at this point, I’m ready to take matters into my own hand. I’m not even aware of my hand inching lower across my stomach with one destination in mind until Jameson captures my wrist.

I’m not proud of the whine that catches at the back of my throat.

When his arms wrap around my waist from behind and he cups my breasts, I nearly sob in relief, leaning into his touch. He plucks and plays at my nipples, arching his hips so that his cock slides deliciously against me with every thrust. “You’ve been a very good girl, pookie. Would you like Jaceson to reward you?”

I nod so fast, I’m surprised I don’t give myself whiplash.

I’m not sure what I’m expecting, and I suck in a startled breath when Jaceson lunges forward and buries his face between my legs. I stumble backward, but Jameson is behind me and refuses to allow me to retreat.

It only takes one swipe of his tongue along my folds for me to still, butterflies erupting in my stomach. When he swirls his tongue along my clit, my breath leaves me in a rush, and my groan feels like it’s torn from my soul.

With the next swipe of his tongue, the world around me vanishes, and I’m not even conscious of arching into him. Jaceson lifts my leg, angling it over his shoulder so that I’m completely open to him, and I’m not even a little bit embarrassed. I’m too busy chasing the soul stealing sensations his touch evokes.

When I don’t think my body can take more, his fingers slide through my folds, one gently thrusting into me. Sure, I’ve used my own fingers to pleasure myself, but everything is different when someone else touches you—more intimate, more everything. With the next thrust, he forces his finger deeper, easily sliding through my wetness without resistance. It’s not long before I’m riding his hand.

Not to be outdone, Jameson tightens his grip on my breasts until his touch borders on a delicious pain that weakens my knees. Before I can process the sensation, he releases his hold and pinches and plucks at my nipples once more. He switches back and forth at random, leaving me trembling in anticipation.

I’m distracted when Jaceson adds a second finger to my pussy, and I wiggle at the slight burn…not to escape, but wanting him deeper. Jaceson obliges my silent demand, neither of them allowing me to do anything but feel. After living my whole life with my emotions shut in a tiny box, it’s too much, and I explode, my orgasm taking me by surprise.

Jaceson gentles his touch, stretching his caress out longer and longer until I melt against Jameson. If they weren’t holding me up, I’m sure I would’ve dropped and probably drowned at the bottom of the shower and died happy.

Jaceson removes his hand, and the obscene sound of my juices has heat burning my cheeks. He doesn’t even grimace. The opposite, in fact. He lifts his hand and boldly licks his fingers. Jameson’s touch turns soothing, the sweep of his hand along my body slow and gentle.

“You fall apart for us so beautifully,” he says, kissing the back of my neck, and I don’t miss the way his cock is hard and throbbing against my ass. I wiggle against him, and he growls, nipping at my shoulder. “Don’t be naughty.”

“What if I want to be naughty?” I twist my head to the side and peer up at him from under my lashes. “I refuse to have anything else stolen from me. You guys are it for me. I don’t want to be afraid of what tomorrow brings. I want to start living my life now, filling it with happy memories to reminisce over when times are bad or when we’re old and gray and sitting on a porch somewhere.”

“Nothing will happen to you today or tomorrow or ever.” Jameson spins me, cupping my face and pressing his forehead against mine. “I won’t let it.”

Then his lips are on mine in a kiss so heated that I grab his shoulders when my knees threaten to buckle. A second later, Jaceson is behind me, pressing me into his brother, his hands on my hips to keep me standing. His lips trail up the side of my neck, and I shiver at the sensation of having both of their mouths on me.

With their cocks pressed so temptingly against me, I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore. I press one hand against Jameson’s chest, while I lower the other to Jaceson’s thigh. Both of them shiver at the contact. Jaceson pushes his other thigh between my legs. The movement widens my stance, and Jameson takes full advantage and rubs his cock between my slick folds.

The sensation of the water cascading over us only enhances my senses, my skin so sensitive that I shiver at the slightest touch. My hips thrust back and forth between them, and I’m mindless with pleasure as I grind against them both.

Jameson is confident of his skills, his touch smooth and sure. It’s like everyone before we met was practice so he could make this moment perfect. Jaceson isn’t any less skilled, but his touch is more hesitant, almost reverent as he savors the moment like it’s the first time for him as well.

Their combined attention is enough to overload my senses until I’m drowning in lust. After too many years of abuse, my body isn’t conditioned for pleasure. Everything is too sensitive, too overwhelming, and I’m helpless to do anything but feel every delicious thing they’re doing to me.

Jameson breaks the kiss, and I whimper in complaint when he pulls away, unable to form coherent words at this point. The disappointment lasts only for a second before he lavishes his attention on my breasts. Unfortunately, the shift takes his cock from where I need it, and I mourn the loss. When he sucks the tip of my breast roughly into his mouth and sucks hard, I groan in approval. My hands sink into his hair to keep him close, and I arch into him.

Jaceson takes advantage of the shift, sliding his hands down my stomach before slipping his fingers between my folds. He focuses on my clit, and I’m so on edge that I chase his fingers in a silent demand for more. The fucker keeps his touch light, bringing me right to the edge but never letting me tumble over.

Jameson pulls away, then drops to his knees and peers up at me with a wicked look in his heated eyes. He lifts my leg and drapes it over his shoulder, and my core clenches in anticipation. But instead of feasting on me, he lifts my second foot, and I squeak in alarm. It’s only Jaceson’s strong grip around my waist that keeps me steady. Jameson lowers his gaze to my core and licks his lips with such a hungry expression that I shiver, my pussy clenching in need once more.

“Please.” I’m not even aware I’m begging until he wraps his hands around the outside of my thighs and traces his fingers up and down my legs.

“Don’t worry, pookie. We’ll take care of you.” His expression turns devilish, his eyes gleaming in anticipation when he peers up at me. “Since this is your first time, we’ll be gentle. I’m dying for a taste—you smell fucking delicious—so while I pleasure you with my mouth, my brother will fuck you from behind. If you are still conscious and not sore, I’ll dazzle you with my own cock. We’ll fuck you so good that you’ll feel us between your legs for days.”

I’m nodding before he’s even done speaking. “Yes. That.”

My body tingles at the delicious promise of his words, and I can’t wait another moment. I tighten my thighs around his head and drag him closer. He chuckles for a few seconds, then groans and licks my pussy from back to front so thoroughly that my eyes flutter shut.

A groan rumbles in his chest, his grip tightens on my legs, and he eats me out like he can’t live without the taste of my orgasms on his lips. Jaceson lifts my arms and drapes them over his shoulders, and I eagerly cup his head and twist my face to accept his kiss.

He doesn’t waste time, one hand drifting up to pluck at my nipple while the other sinks lower and delves between my legs from behind. He doesn’t even hesitate to sink his fingers deep into my pussy with a single thrust that has my toes curling.

So much is happening at once that I can’t focus on anything but the pleasure flooding my system. It’s almost too much, their attention bordering on pain. I barely last a minute before the first orgasm rolls over me. I whimper when Jaceson removes his fingers, then moan when his cock presses hard and insistent against my opening.

My lungs stall at the slight burn as he pushes inside of me, the size of him seeming impossibly large. Jameson gentles his tongue with slow licks, easing Jaceson’s passage as he continues to press forward until I feel almost too full.

I expected pain, but they prepared me well, my core so slick that my body offers no resistance. What I didn’t expect was the euphoric sensation flooding my veins when he bottoms out. When he withdraws, the slow glide has me clenching around him, trying to keep him at my core.

He flexes and thrusts at the same time, and it hits something inside me that has me seeing stars. With each thrust, he pulls out a little more, then pushes back harder and harder. Not to be outdone, Jameson doubles down with his tongue, sucking and licking at the same time, humming a merry tune under his breath until I’m arching back and forth between the twins. My nails dig into Jaceson’s neck, while my other hand skims lower until I’m grabbing his ass, urging him to pound into me harder.

My orgasm is slow to build, my body tingling with the force. Just when I think I’ll fall off the ledge into nothingness, they push me higher and higher. I gasp, unsure if I’m even breathing, when they finally send me flying to the stars.

If I had any breath left in my body, I would have screamed. Jaceson curses under his breath, his pace picking up, his piercing hitting a spot inside me that extends my pleasure until lights flash behind my eyelids. He’s relentless as my pussy milks his cock, then I feel him shudder when he comes. Jameson’s tongue laves me slowly, uncaring that his brother’s cock is right next to his mouth.

With each swipe of his tongue, my core ripples with a smaller orgasm, and I melt into a puddle. When his attention becomes too much, I flinch, and he places one last kiss on my clit before lowering my legs back to the floor. Jaceson’s cock is still inside me, the man refusing to pull away yet, and the position sends him deeper. If not for his hands on my hips, I would collapse into a boneless heap.

I grimace as the muscles of my thighs protest, my legs unused to being wedged open for so long. Jameson rises to his feet, running his hands along my body as he stands, and I shiver at the feel of his touch against my skin. The lower half of his mouth glistens with my juices, and he greedily licks his lips, never once looking away from me.

Seeing him that way, thoroughly enjoying my pleasure, has my pussy clenching again. Jaceson curses under his breath, his cock flexing, and he thrusts into me again like he can’t get deep enough. His forehead comes to rest on my shoulder, his breath warm on my back as he pants for air.

With a mournful sigh, he slowly pulls out of me, the metal piercing dragging deliciously against my insides, and I shudder again. Even before he leaves me, I already miss him, feeling achy and empty. Warmth floods my face as our combined juices slide down my thighs, despite the water of the shower still sluicing down our bodies.

Jameson cups my face, studying me closely, his expression so serious that I straighten. “You’re sore. We’ll continue this later when yo?—”

“No.” I grab him before he can leave. I meant to grab his hips, but he was already turning away from me, and my hands land on his cock instead.

We both freeze, then my curiosity gets the best of me, and my hand tightens around his length. With a growl under his breath, he thrusts into my grip. “I might be sore, but I’ll never be that sore.”

Jameson searches my expression once more then shuffles closer, trailing his fingers against my skin in a barely there touch that is almost enough to distract me from my goal.

Almost.

I slowly stroke my hand down the length of him, watching him under my lashes as he shudders at my touch. Then all my attention lands on his beautiful cock. It’s long and thick, almost pulsing in my grip like it’s begging me for attention.

How can I refuse?

I only pump him twice, barely learning the shape and silky texture of him before he yanks my hand away. My head jerks up, and I glare at him, ready to complain, when his mouth slams down on mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.

Without hesitation, I respond just as brutally, both of us a little too rough as our tongues duel for battle. When he leans down, I tighten my grip on his shoulders, my nails digging deep, refusing to let him escape so easily.

Only instead of leaving, he cups the back of my thighs, then lifts me up. My legs automatically settle around his hips, his cock nestled at my core, and I can’t stop from arching against him, my pussy rubbing against his dick like I didn’t just have multiple orgasms.

But the pressure isn’t enough.

I need more.

I don’t realize I spoke out loud until a feral grin crosses his face, and he lifts me higher. “Then put my cock inside you. Let me give you what you want.”

I don’t even hesitate to reach down between us. I grasp his member and point it at my entrance. Just as the tip of him spears my folds, he drops my weight, impaling me with a single thrust.

“Fuck!” Jameson snarls, his face tortured. “You’re so tight.”

He doesn’t move for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, but a grimace twists his expression as he struggles to remain still. I swear I can feel his cock throbbing, just as impatient to move as the man himself.

Jaceson presses closer once again, reaching between us to thrum his fingers against my clit, and that’s all I need to start moving. Jameson doesn’t hesitate to follow my lead. He never once takes his gaze off my face, watching my every reaction like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

He shifts angles and depths, never slowing his pace, watching my reactions to gauge what pleases me most. Between the two of them, my orgasm rushes over me so fast that I’m helpless to do anything but feel the pleasure. The orgasm is too much and not enough at the same time.

I’m still coming down when Jameson picks up his pace, slamming into me so hard that my breasts jiggle with each thrust. Jaceson pulls away, his hand slipping around my hips until he’s reaching under my ass. He gathers my slick, uncaring of his brother’s cock thrusting into me, then draws back and circles the tight muscles of my backside.

I stiffen, uncertain of the unusual sensation. I’m ready to pull away when he presses harder, barely breaching the tight ring of muscles, and an orgasm slams into me so hard that my breath is stolen from my lungs. Neither brother lets up on their relentless pace, Jameson hard and fast, Jaceson light and steady.

The scream that tears from me hurts my throat, and spots dance in my eyes. Jameson’s cock pulses as he comes, which only prolongs my release, leaving me seeing nothing but stars.

I slump between the brothers, panting hard, unsure what I ever did to deserve them.

And I’m more determined than ever that we leave this place by whatever means necessary. The guys have given me something I craved my whole life, not just orgasms or companionship, but a true sense of family and unconditional love.

No way in hell am I giving it up now that I finally got it.

Whatever happens, I’m determined that they get out alive…even if I have to slaughter everyone else to do it.