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I’ve fucked a handful of girls and a guy or two, but none of them were anything special, just a body.

I’d thought maybe I didn’t enjoy sex; everyone else always raved about it, and while it wasn’t bad most of the time, it wasn’t worth the way it made me feel after touching someone for so long.

Now I think it was me. I never wanted any of them, not the way I want Pike and Serena.

Pike’s lips press to the tip of my cock, his tongue darting out to lick up the pre-cum I can feel beading there, and he hums his appreciation. His hum sends pleasure through me, and it’s been long enough that I can already feel my orgasm creeping up on me.

Never one to miss cues like that, Pike’s lips pull up in a smile, and I know what he’s about to do before he does it.

Not that it does me a lick of good knowing.

He’s moving before I can stop him, though I don’t even attempt to.

I might not feel like I deserve this, but I only have so much willpower.

Pike presses forward, and I watch my cock disappear into his mouth, holding my breath until I feel the back of his throat as he swallows around me. His tongue caresses the underside of my cock as he hollows out his cheeks, and damn it, I’m weak.

I could come just from the way he looks on his knees like this; the rest is just added torture, sweet fucking torture, but torture all the same.

My eyes fall closed, and my head lolls back, a strangled groan ripping its way from somewhere deep inside me.

I don’t need to see to find him, my fingers tangling in his pretty blond hair, making him moan, which in turn sends a thrill through me, right to my balls, as I almost lose control and come down his throat.

But that would be too soon, and I’m not done with him yet.

Pulling back, I thrust forward, loving the way his throat constricts around me. Forcing my eyes open, I look down at him as he squirms, his hand rubbing against his obviously hard cock as he looks for some relief.

“No touching,” I hiss, forcing the words out through clenched teeth as I try to keep myself from falling over the edge.

It’s useless, though. His eyes flick up to meet mine, and that’s it.

Tears fill his eyes as I fuck his face. Drool leaking down the side of his mouth as he sits like a good boy waiting to eat every drop of cum I give him. All while being painfully hard, unable to do anything but wait for me to fuck him into oblivion the way he loves.

With one more thrust of my hips, I hold Pike still, my cock buried in his throat as I come with a groan that almost sounds more like my beast than something I should be able to do.

It doesn’t matter, though; he makes me feral.

Despite the fact that I’ve just come, I can already feel my cock hardening again even before I pull back and let Pike breathe.

Releasing him, he falls back, sinking down on his legs instead of up on his knees, gasping for the oxygen I just deprived him of. He doesn’t so much as complain, though, doesn’t even wipe the spit from his chin, instead darting his tongue out to ensure he’s devoured every drop as he holds my gaze.

I feel the rumble in my chest that tells me my tiger is close to the surface, but I push him down. I’ve had more than enough of his moping and whining. This is about me and Pike, and somehow Pike knew exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t.

Reaching out, I shove him to the ground, and he goes willingly. With his beast and just general instincts, he could have caught himself easily, but he didn’t. Pike likes when I’m rough, and I enjoy being rough.

Again with the opposites and all that shit.

Pike smiles up at me, his eyes hungry, as I reach for his ankle, gripping the wet material of his pants before ripping them off of him.

He doesn’t move, makes no attempt to back away or cover himself, and for a moment, all I can do is look at him.

So fucking pretty, and right now he’s all mine.

Without a word, I lift my hand, holding up one finger, motioning for him to turn around. My cock throbs with how quickly he moves for me, how eager he is for me to fuck him.

He’s facing away from me on his hands and knees, ass up, and I sink my teeth into my lip with enough force that I draw blood.

What a perfect picture this is, all except for one thing.

Stepping between his legs, I reach up to his neck, grip his shirt in my hands, and rip it in two, watching the goosebumps that break out along his back.

“That’s better.” Taking a step back, I once again take a moment to appreciate his body. He worked damn hard for it, so it would be a pity not to admire it.

Unable to hold back any longer, I fall to my knees behind him. Lining myself up, and pressing forward all at once, not giving him a moment to breathe.

He can take it, has for years now, even still, his strangled moans bounce around the cave, spurring me on. I fucking love the sounds he makes; Serena, too.

No, touch might not always be my love language, but I could come just listening to them…

An idea hits me like a fucking truck to the face, and I slow my movements in an attempt to control myself.

“Out of steam already?” Pike sasses. I growl in response, annoyed that he even has the ability to talk right now.

I can fix that, though.

Reaching around, I grip his cock with rough fingers as I continue pounding into him. For all his talk, I can feel the way he’s trembling underneath me, the fucking puddle of pre-cum that drips from him like a faucet, and I know that’s all it was, talk.

He shudders with each pump of my hips as my hand mimics my thrusts. He curses under his breath, close to the edge.

And I have just the thing to push us both over.

Leaning over him, I let my lips ghost against the back of his ear. “I love the way you moan for me, the way you sound, and the control you give me.” He pants at my words, enjoying the praise, but my next words make him snarl, my beast doing the same.

“I can’t wait to hear you and Serena moan a beautiful chorus for me. To watch you fuck her, for me to watch you both together. Gods, the way she falls apart…” I’m panting into his ear, unable to put the feeling into words, but I don’t need to.

I know he gets the picture when he curses, spilling his load on the wet dock as I continue to thrust into him. Giving him one last pump, I release him, bringing my hand up to my lips, still at his ear so that there’s no mistaking what I’m doing.

“Fuck, Storm,” Pike whines, his voice husky and thick as he listens to me lick my fingers clean of his cum.

I know it drives him wild. In this…relationship, Pike is the one who needs to be controlled, and I’m happy to give him that. He needed somewhere safe to let loose, and I was happy to be that place. Who doesn’t like their dick being sucked?

In the last few years, the balance has shifted a little and while I still do most of the fucking; I enjoy sucking his cock, his reactions, the way he loses his fucking mind…sometimes it’s better than his lips around my cock.

Sometimes, not always.

The only thing he might enjoy more than me eating his cum is the thought of fucking Serena.

I can’t blame him for that.

My mind paints me a pretty picture of Serena below Pike, him fucking into her as I fuck him, our eyes meeting over his shoulder, and I fucking lose it.

My orgasm hits me hard enough that I almost collapse on Pike’s back before I catch myself, but only just barely.

I want that, want them so damn bad it feels like a physical ache in my chest.

Wait…

No, there really is an ache there. The bond throbs like a bruise, and I know I need to fix this.

I can’t let something get in the way of the woman I love or my relationship with my brother, with any of my brothers.

With shaking arms, I push myself up, my now limp cock slipping free from Pike. I pause for a second to watch my cum leak down his balls, making a mess.

Nothing about most people is appealing to me, but with Pike…every-fucking-thing is.

I think that’s why I hated him so much when we were kids, or pretended to.

Pulling my eyes away, I move back to the edge of the dock and jump in. A second later, the water ripples near me, and I open my eyes to find Pike in the water as well.

I guess this was as good a place as any for sex—nice, easy clean up after. Not that we couldn’t have done it with magic, but still.

We stay under for a few, fucking around and having fun, and when we finally break the surface, I feel lighter despite the fact that I’m dripping wet.

Pulling myself up on the dock for the second time tonight, Pike follows me, once again sitting at my side.

This time, instead of simply setting my hand on his, I reach for him, tangling our fingers together and setting them on my leg.

We sit shoulder to shoulder, our thighs pressed together, fingers intertwined, and I feel like I should hate this, but I don’t, not even a little bit.

Pike moves, then freezes, hesitating for a moment before he lets his head fall to the side, resting on my shoulder.

It’s almost funny because we’re damn near the same height, but somehow he made this work.

With a chuckle, I rest my cheek on his head and hear his sigh.

I know this isn’t the reaction he expected.

I need to work on not being an ass to the people I care about.

“I need to fix this,” I say aloud, repeating the same thing Pike said when he walked in here. The same thing I’ve known for a while now, but have been too afraid to actually handle.

“I can go with you.” Pike offers, making me smile, but I shake my head.

“Nah, I need to face her on my own. I’ve been being a little bitch about all of this, and she might very well hand me my ass. You don’t need to be on the wrong side of her wrath, too. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Pike laughs, but I hear the hint of nerves. Serena is scary when she needs to be, even more so with those damn shadows now.

“I…” Pike stops, blowing out a breath as if readying himself to say something difficult. Which doesn’t make sense; what could he have to say that would be difficult after he just sucked my dick, and I fucked him?

“I love you, Storm,” he says in a rush, his voice low, damn near a whisper, and missing all of his usual conviction.

For a long moment, I sit, frozen, unsure if I really just heard what I think I did.

Pike loves…me?

He pulls back, looking up at me, and I see the worry there, the fear as he searches my eyes, his mouth opening and closing like he wants to say something but can’t.

Fuck, I hate that look.

Without thought, I press forward, my lips collide with his clumsily, our teeth knocking together in a terrible way, but as my hand comes up around his neck, his eyes fall closed and his heart rate slows, even if just slightly.

Our kiss is almost gentle, unhurried, and sweet. Not at all our normal, but I want it to be.

This thing with Pike might have started as a way for us to escape, but over the years it’s become more, and I don’t know that I could live without him.

I know I don’t want to.

Pulling back, I open my eyes. I don’t go far, just enough that I can look in Pike’s eyes as they flutter open, his pupils blown wide. His dazed, glassy look lets me know I’m not the only one who enjoyed that kiss.

“I love you, too, Pike.”

The smile that turns his lips is breathtaking, and I know we’re going to be okay.

There isn’t another option for any of us.