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S torm fills my senses, his body against mine, the taste of him on my tongue, his scent wrapping around me like a blanket, warm and comfortable.

“Huh, so this is how Pike felt. I can see why he was pissy.” Sol’s voice startles me bad enough that I let out a very unsexy squeak, smacking my head against Storm’s, making both of them chuckle.

Assholes.

“Damn, you have a hard head,” I whine, rubbing at the spot, half expecting to have a bump.

Storm chuckles, the sound deep and husky, and gods be damned, the sound goes right to my already aching clit as he grinds his hard length against me with a smirk.

‘Hard head’ indeed. The good news is with him between my legs, I forget about the ache in my skull.

Storm hovers over me, his fingers ghosting down my side, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

It probably shouldn’t turn me on, knowing Sol is watching us, but it does.

His fingers reach my waist, his finger absently rubbing over my hip bone, making me squirm and whine, but he ignores me, instead looking to his brother.

“You can leave. I’ll make sure she’s okay.

Though I don’t think she’ll be getting much sleep.

” His fingers dip underneath my shirt, working their way back up over my ribs, hiking my shirt with it, making my breath catch.

“I won’t warn you again.” I listen for some kind of movement, a sign that Sol is going to leave, but hear nothing.

Storm looks down at me with a smirk on his lips, his eyes dark with lust.

“Looks like we have an audience.” He wiggles his brows at me and looks ridiculous, but I don’t have time to call him on it. Gripping my shirt, he pulls it over my head, letting it fall to the floor, and just like that, every other thought has left my mind.

I only have one bra from the other realm. The ones here are more like sports bras but still just as uncomfortable, which means I never sleep in them if I can help it. Today, it just so happened that I didn’t really have a choice since I passed out, even before we got to the room.

Storm’s fingers curl, and I watch with wide eyes as they turn to claws.

I realize what he’s about to do a second too late. “Wait—” I shout as he cuts through the material between my breasts, letting them fall free as my bra falls to my sides.

Son of a bitch.

“Storm!” I shout, reaching up to hit him, only for him to catch my wrist and slam my arm back into the mattress, holding me without much of a struggle even as I thrash around. “That was my only good bra!”

Of course, it couldn’t be one of the sports bras; no, it was my one good one.

Ignoring my anger, he leans down, catching one of my nipples in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before he rolls it between his teeth, and suddenly my bra isn’t that important.

He lets my nipple go with a pop, the cold air making it impossibly harder. “You were saying?” he asks as he moves to the other one.

“I was saying something?” I mumble, groaning when he sucks hard, and I hear Sol chuckle behind us.

I feel his eyes on us, but I need to see him.

Craning my neck back, I find him sitting at the head of the bed, his back pressed to the huge wooden headboard that’s only at the top of this mattress, as it was the main bed we built the rest off of.

Garrett has asked for a craftsman in the village to make something better to accommodate all of us, but for now, this works.

Sol’s eyes jump to mine, and I roll my lip under my teeth, watching as he palms his hard length through his pants, eyes roaming over me like a physical caress.

“Eyes on me,” Storm demands, fingers closing around my chin as he pulls my head back to meet his gaze.

With my eyes back on Storm, he moves down my body, his fingers brushing over my stomach, making my breath catch until he finally reaches my pants. I swear, if he wasn’t holding me down, I would have already ripped them off myself.

He’s winding me up, teasing me, and loving every second while I’m a panting, needy mess. If he keeps it up, I’m going to come before he even fucks me.

Without releasing his hold on my wrist, Storm pulls back as far as he can, and I realize I’m lying here naked while he still has every single piece of his clothes on. With my free hand, I reach for the hem of his shirt, only for him to catch it and slam it back down on the bed as well.

I groan in annoyance, thrashing against his hold, but that only seems to make him smile wider, as he once again presses against me, using his body weight to keep me pinned.

“Cheater,” I hiss through clenched teeth, glaring at him.

“Aww, don’t be so upset, Hops, let me take care of you.” I hear the hint of amusement in his words and really contemplate headbutting him for a second.

Before I can commit, he releases my hand, and I stop wiggling. Not that it was doing me any good, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.

With his hand free, he doesn’t waste time; one second, his hand is wrapped around my wrist, the next he’s pressing two fingers inside of me, making my back arch off the bed as I cry out. My eyes are closed, head dug into the mattress, but I can still feel Sol’s gaze.

Storm doesn’t give me a second to breathe as he begins quickly pumping his fingers in and out of me at a punishing pace.

I’m so damn wet you can hear the slap of his hand echo around the room.

A low growl vibrates the air around me. It’s not just Storm, but both of them.

I’m not sure how I know that, but I can feel it, and it only adds to my already building pleasure, threatening to push me over the edge.

“Open your eyes, Serena. Look at what you do to him.” Storm’s words are hardly more than a breath, his lips dragging over the sensitive skin of my ear with each word, making me groan.

“Look, Serena,” Storm demands, his voice deeper now, dark and husky with his own need as he stops moving, and I whimper, so close to finishing.

My eyes fly open to glare at him. How dare he just stop like that! When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is Sol, and fuck, what a sight.

Sol’s head is thrown back against the headboard, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, eyes still trained on me as his hand runs the length of his cock, pre-cum dripping from the tip.

All I want is to go to him. I’ve never craved sucking dick before; not that I hated it, but this…

whatever this is, feels like an addiction.

I want to crawl across the bed and lick that drop before swallowing him down and making him come down my throat, but I’m such a mess right now I’m not sure my legs would even support my weight as they begin to shake.

The second my eyes open, Storm starts moving again. He presses another finger inside of my dripping pussy, and I curse, fisting my hands in the blankets as I fall apart. Even as I fall over the edge, Storm doesn’t stop, pushing me through my orgasm with his fingers still buried deep inside of me.

Sweat covers my body like a second skin as I lay panting, Sol’s eyes locked on mine, Storm’s fingers inside of me, and despite the fact that I just came, I still feel like a needy mess. I don’t want his fingers; I want him to fuck me…

If I’m being honest, I want both of them too, but I’m not sure if that’s something I should ask them for. I don’t have any siblings; maybe that’s weird?

Sol’s hand slows but doesn’t stop, and I lick my lips, watching as that drop of cum rolls down the underside of his cock.

Storm finally pulls his fingers free, and I groan, feeling empty as my pussy clenches around nothing.

I struggle to pull my eyes from Sol but eventually manage just in time to watch Storm as he falls back to his knees, naked, and gripping his cock.

My body feels like it’s on fire. I’m not sure when I became the kind of girl who can’t think straight around a man, but right now the dicks are scrambling my brain.

“Come here, Rena,” Storm purrs, like actually purrs, beckoning me to him with a crook of his finger.

I move slowly, my limbs still heavy from my orgasm, head still foggy with need.

Crawling over to him, I sit back on my knees, my eyes roaming over him as my pussy clenches around nothing, wetness puddling between my thighs, no doubt making a mess of the bed.

Usually I’d be embarrassed, but right now it’s almost as if I don’t have the mental capacity for it.

Storm’s fingers close around my chin, yanking my head up so that our eyes meet. My breath catches, seeing the way he looks at me, his pupils so wide the blue is almost impossible to see.

The smell of my arousal is strong, and it takes me a second to realize the hand gripping my chin is the same one that he just had buried inside of me.

Something inside of me swells with pride, having him marked with my scent.

Mine.

“Go to Sol, he looks like he could use some assistance,” he murmurs, keeping his voice low so that only I can hear him.

With a nod in Sol’s direction, he releases me, and while I don’t want to move, I don’t wait around and ask questions either.

Turning toward Sol, I make my way toward him, which isn’t easy; there are blankets and pillows everywhere.

I mean, six people sleep here, so there has to be a lot, but still.

It should be easy, especially after training so much, but in the end a pillow takes me out, and I decide I might actually keep some of my dignity if I just crawl.

Sol watches me, hardly blinking, and I feel his beast lurking just below the surface. I’m prey to them, and for once in my life, I’m okay with that.

“Fucking hell, Serena,” Storm hisses, and I can’t resist looking back over my shoulder at him. He’s still at the foot of the bed, up on his knees, buck naked, with his fist in his mouth, his teeth sunk into his knuckle, gripping his cock that jerks in his hand.