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Like Sol, Storm watches me, but unlike his brother, his eyes are trained on my most intimate area. I know I should feel embarrassed to be so fully on display for him, but with the way he’s damn near fucking me with only his eyes, I can’t bring myself to care.

Turning my attention back to Sol, I finish crawling to him, his eyes just as dilated as Storm’s, and I’ve never felt so sexy, so powerful, and in control as I do right now.

Without a word, I crawl until I’m damn near in his lap, holding his gaze as I dip my head and lick the drop of cum that’s been calling to me.

The strangled sound he makes only makes me needier.

I press my thighs together in search of some kind of friction, whimpering when it does nothing to stop the ache.

Warm hands grip my ass before moving up my back and knotting in my hair, holding me where I am.

“I think our mate could use some attention, brother,” Storm taunts, and I swear I can hear the smirk on his face.

He knows damn well I need attention; he’s the one who got me so damn worked up.

I open my mouth to tell him as much, but before I can get a word out, Storm leans into me, pressing his hard length to my sensitive clit and successfully rendering me speechless.

“Shh, let us take care of you,” Storm hushes me, nipping at my ear and making me whimper.

I swear to all the gods if I don’t get fucked soon, I’m going to combust! How is it that I have so many mates, so many cocks readily available, yet here I am, a hot, horny mess?

Storm presses his length to my clit again, and I whine, pressing back into him in hopes he will fuck me.

“You want me to fuck you, Rena?” Storm asks. I’m nodding even before he’s finished his sentence, not giving a shit about the way my scalp stings with his fingers still knotted in my hair. If anything, that only makes it hotter.

“What about Sol? I think he might be lonely. He doesn’t seem like all he wants is to watch anymore…” Storm lets the question hang in the air for a moment, humming as if in thought, and I swear I’m about to lose it.

“Stop teasing her,” Sol says, his hand gripping the base of his cock as he looks at me.

“I’m not teasing her. I’m simply asking her what she thinks,” Storm says, and I can’t see his face, but I can see the unimpressed look Sol shoots him, and I can guess he’s got a shit-eating grin right now.

“I want you to fuck me while I suck Sol’s dick. I want you both to fill me with your cum. I want to be the filling in a twin sandwich!” I shout, having had enough, only to realize what the hell I just said after I’d already said it.

“Twin sandwich?” Storm repeats the phrase like it’s the strangest thing he’s ever heard, and to be fair, it just might be.

I’d picked it up from a damn book, one of the ones the guys like to tease me about reading. But honestly, up until recently, they were the most action I was seeing outside of the occasional date or quick fuck, and none of those guys had shit on the men in those books.

“Huh, I kinda like that,” Storm finally says, and I roll my eyes, making Sol chuckle. Storm grumbles under his breath, his hand loosening a bit, and I roll my neck, enjoying the freedom.

I should have known better.

I feel the head of Storm’s cock brush against my entrance a second before he slams into me, hard, pressing all the way to the hilt and making me feel so full that it’s all I can do to cry out.

My pussy clenches around him, making him groan as he presses the back of my head down on Sol.

I happily open to swallow down his cock.

The taste of him explodes in my mouth, making me moan around him which causes him to groan.

His hips buck up, forcing deeper into my throat, making tears prick in my eyes.

The room is filled with the sounds of our grunts and moans and the slap of skin on skin as Storm fucks me from behind and I gag myself on Sol’s cock.

Trusting Storm to keep me up, I trail a hand up Sol’s leg, feeling goosebumps pop up in their wake before I cup his balls.

“Fuck!” I hear a thud and look up at him through my lashes. Sol’s head is thrown back against the wooden headboard, and I get the feeling that was the thud. I don’t love the idea of him smacking his head like that, but the look on his face…

Bliss, utter bliss, and pleasure. I can’t stop the way my lips pull up in a smile, knowing I did that to him.

As if he can feel my eyes on him, he cracks an eye open, meeting my gaze, his hand moving from his lap up my arm and tangling in my hair with Storm’s.

They’re push and pull, give and take, light and dark, opposites, but I need them both like the moon needs the sun.

A hand presses my head down. I don’t know whose it is, but it doesn’t really matter. They hold me there while I choke, my throat spasming around Sol’s cock as I feel his balls tighten in my hand and know he’s close.

One second the hand is there and the next it’s gone.

“Keep it up and I’m not going to last but two minutes,” Sol hisses at his brother, swatting at him, and I guess it was Storm holding my head.

“Two minutes is generous,” Storm says with a laugh. “Her lips have hardly been around your cock for thirty seconds.”

Sol reaches up with his hand that isn’t tangled up in my hair and grabs my shoulder, slamming me back into Storm, burying his cock even deeper inside of me and making both of us groan.

He’s so deep and I feel so full with both of them after Storm wound me up so high.

That’s all it takes to push me over the edge, again.

Storm groans, his hips pausing as my body locks up, and my walls grip him. I feel his cock as it throbs, his own release so close.

If my mouth wasn’t full of his brother's cock, I’d tease him about how long he’s going to last at this rate. But it is, and as it stands, I’m the only one who’s come tonight.

We can’t have that.

My legs shake, exhaustion setting in after coming so many times, but I ignore it as I double down, swallowing Sol’s cock.

Reaching up, I find his arm, then his hand and push down, watching his eyes roll back in his head as I encourage him to fuck my face as I rock myself back, fucking myself on Storm as his fingers dig into my hips.

“Damn it, Serena,” Storm’s voice is thick and strained and I can feel his cock pulse. They’re both going to come any second now and I can’t fucking wait.

Not just so I can go to sleep but to be full of their cum… fuck, I never knew I wanted group sex, but the longer this goes, the more I can’t help but look forward to more group activities.

Storm’s hips slam into me as he reaches around me, his finger finding my clit making me scream around Sol’s cock as his hips buck up, his warm cum filling my mouth and shooting down the back of my throat as I greedily swallow him down.

“Spank her,” he pants, out of breath and totally ruined in a way that makes my bond sing with pride.

As if he can feel it too, his eyes meet mine, his lips turning up in a goofy little love sick smile. The same one he used to give me as a teenager. How I never realized his feelings or my own is beyond me, but I’m so happy to have him now.

Storm’s hand comes down on my ass, hard, and I scream, my lips popping off Sol’s still semi-hard cock as he moves away. His hand comes down again and this time I’m a little more prepared, my scream morphing into something more along the lines of a moan.

“I love the sounds you make. I hope the whole fucking castle hears you.” Storm’s hand moves from my ass to my throat as he continues to fuck into me, pulling me up on my knees so that my back is against his chest. I can feel his heart pounding, our skin slick with sweat as our scents mix together, making the most intoxicating scent I’ve ever smelled.

It makes my mouth water.

Mine.

“Come with me, Rena. Coat my cock with your cum so that everyone knows who I belong to,” Storm rasps, his lips dragging over the shell of my ear as he pinches my clit. The shock of pain mixed with his words pushes me over the edge as my vision bursts with stars at the intensity of my orgasm.

“Fucking hell, Serena, I swear it’s like your pussy is trying to choke my cock. It’s like you were made for me, for us,” he growls, as he heaves in oxygen. I do the same, though I have no hope of making words right now.

Sol is there, when I blink my eyes open, up on his knees, pressing his lips to mine gently before he reaches out and collects me in his arms, not seeming to mind that I’m a mess of sweat and cum.

I’d thought I was tired before, but now it’s damn near impossible to keep my eyes open.

Sol lays us down. The soft pillow under my head feels like a cloud. I know I need to get up. To wash off and, damn, I bet we made a mess of the bed…

“Sleep for now, Rena. When we get up, you can go down for a bath with Sol and I’ll take care of the bed,” Storm whispers in my ear, as if able to hear my thoughts. Who am I to argue?

I got my twin sandwich, now I need a nap.