Page 30 of The Reckoning (Oakmount Elite #7)

I can only whimper in response, rocking my hips back to meet his thrusts. The dual sensations of his fingers inside me and his hand spanking my ass are rapidly unraveling any semblance of self-control.

“Please, Aries,” I beg, the words muffled against the mattress. “Please, I need…”

“What do you need, Lilian?” he demands, curling his fingers to stroke my G-spot. “Tell me.”

“You,” I sob, stars exploding behind my eyelids as he works me closer to the edge. “I need you inside me. Fucking me. Claiming me.”

He withdraws his fingers abruptly, leaving me empty and aching. I whine at the loss, but it’s quickly replaced by the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance.

“Beg for it,” he commands, rubbing the head through my slick folds. “Beg me to fill this greedy cunt.”

“Please, Aries,” I moan, no shame left in me. “Please fuck me. I need your cock so badly. Need you to claim me, make me yours.”

He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back as he growls in my ear. “You are mine. And I’m going to make damn sure you never forget it.”

With one brutal thrust, he sheathes himself inside me. I scream at the sudden fullness, the almost painful stretch of his thick length invading my body. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that has the bed frame slamming against the wall.

“Take it,” he grunts, one hand fisting in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Take my cock like the desperate little slut you are.”

I can only moan and whimper as he pounds into me, each snap of his hips driving me closer to the brink. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our harsh breaths and guttural moans.

From the corner of my eye, I see Arson watching us with avid fascination, his spent cock twitching with renewed interest. He strokes himself lazily, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he enjoys the show.

“Look at you,” he taunts, his voice husky with desire. “Getting split open on my brother’s cock. I bet you’d let us both fuck you at the same time, wouldn’t you? Stuff all your greedy little holes until you can’t take it anymore.”

His filthy words make me clench around Aries, drawing a strangled groan from his throat. The thought of them both using me, claiming me, sends a dark thrill zinging down my spine.

“Yes,” I pant, too far gone to filter my words. “I want you both. Want to be your perfect fuck toy.”

Aries snarls, his thrusts turning vicious. “You are,” he growls, pressing me harder into the mattress. “Our perfect little plaything to use however we want. And right now, I want to ruin this tight pussy for anyone else.”

His hand snakes around my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make my head spin with dark pleasure. I can barely breathe, can barely think beyond the overwhelming fullness of him pounding into me and the spots dancing across my vision.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice guttural and strained. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

As if on cue, my orgasm crashes over me in a blinding wave.

I convulse around him, my walls fluttering and clenching as ecstasy consumes me.

A broken scream tears from my throat, muffled by the mattress.

Aries fucks me through it, his pace never slowing.

If anything, the rhythmic squeeze of my pussy seems to spur him on, driving him to new heights of desperation.

His groans take on a frantic edge, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“Fuck, Lilian, I can’t—I’m gonna?—”

With a final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and stills. I feel him pulsing inside me as he finds his release, coating my inner walls with thick ropes of cum. He collapses on top of me, his harsh breaths gusting against my neck.

For a long moment, we simply lie there, our sweat-slicked bodies heaving as we try to catch our breath. Aries nuzzles into my hair, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder in a surprisingly tender gesture.

“Mine,” he murmurs, almost too quiet for me to hear. “You’re mine, Lilian.”

I don’t have the energy to argue or to point out the complexities of our situation. At this moment, blissed out and thoroughly claimed, I can only hum in sated agreement.

Arson’s low chuckle breaks the spell. “Don’t get too comfortable, Brother. You’ll have to learn to share.”

Aries lifts his head to glare at his twin. “We’ll see about that.”

Carefully, he pulls out of me and rolls to the side. I join him to lie on my back.

I wince at the sudden emptiness, the ache between my thighs a reminder of his thorough claiming. Arson’s gaze rakes over my prone form, taking in the finger-shaped bruises on my hips and the trickle of cum leaking down my thighs.

“Look at you,” he murmurs appreciatively. “Fucked out and dripping. It’s such a pretty picture.”

He crawls over to me, settling between my splayed legs. His fingers trace the marks left by Aries’s rough handling, a possessive gleam in his eyes.

“My turn to make a mess of you,” he declares, spreading my thighs wider. “Going to fill this pussy until you’re overflowing with both of us.”

My breath hitches at his dark promise, a renewed flicker of desire stirring in my exhausted body. It should be impossible to want more after being so thoroughly ravaged. But something about these brothers, about their insatiable hunger for me, ignites a matching greed in my own veins.

“Please,” I whimper, tilting my hips in offering. “Please, Arson.”

A wicked grin splits his handsome face. “Oh, I do love it when you beg.”

He leans down, his breath hot against my oversensitive flesh. “I’m going to wreck this pretty cunt,” he growls. “Ruin you for anyone but us.”

Without warning, he seals his mouth over my dripping slit.

I cry out at the sudden sensation, my hands flying to grip his hair.

His tongue delves between my folds, lapping at the combined essence of Aries and me.

It’s filthy and erotic, the wet sounds of his mouth and my needy whimpers filling the air.

He focuses on my clit, sucking the sensitive nub until I’m writhing beneath him. Raw euphoric desire coils tight in my core, my body already climbing toward another peak. Just as I’m about to crest, he pulls away, leaving me desperate and aching.

“Not yet,” he tuts, crawling up my body to hover over me. “I want to be inside you when you come.”

He notches himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging my swollen folds. I buck my hips, trying to take him deeper, but he holds himself just out of reach. His eyes lock with mine, dark with promise and possession.

“Beg for it,” he demands, his voice a low rasp against my ear. “Tell me how much you need me to fill this greedy pussy.”

“Please,” I moan, dignity abandoned in the face of my desperation. “Please, Arson, I need you inside me. I need you to claim me, make me yours.”

A satisfied growl rumbles in his chest. “That’s my good girl.”

With one powerful thrust, he sheathes himself fully, stretching me deliciously around his thick length.

I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my nails raking down his back as he begins to move.

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me with a force that rocks the bed frame.

Each snap of his hips grinds his pelvis against my clit, sending sparks of rapture racing up my spine.

It’s almost too much, the oversensitivity from my previous orgasms making every sensation feel magnified.

“So tight,” Arson grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he drives into me. “Even after taking Aries’s cock, this pussy grips me like a vise.”

Beside us, Aries watches with hooded eyes, a mix of jealousy and arousal playing across his face. His hand drifts down to stroke his hardening length, clearly affected by the sight of Arson claiming me so thoroughly.

“You love this, don’t you?” Arson pants, his hips snapping against mine. “Being passed between us and used for our selfish needs. Such a perfect little toy.”

I can only moan in response, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. He’s hitting spots inside me I didn’t know existed, his thick cock stretching me in the most delicious way. I feel split open and utterly possessed by his relentless thrusts.

“I want to feel you come on my cock,” he growls, reaching between us to circle my clit with deft fingers. “Want to feel this pussy milking me dry.”

His filthy words and skilled touch send me hurtling toward the edge. My inner walls begin to flutter, my body tensing as I grow closer to release.

“That’s it,” Arson coaxes, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. “Come for me, Lilian. Let go.”

His permission is all I need. With a high, keening cry, I shatter around him, my orgasm crashing over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy. I convulse and clench, my nails scoring down his back as I ride out the intense sensation.

Arson curses, his rhythm faltering as my walls squeeze him like a vise. “Fuck, yes, just like that. Milk my cock, you perfect little slut.”

He pistons into me frantically, chasing his own release. I feel him swell and pulse inside me before he stiffens, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spills his seed deep in my body.

For a suspended moment, we’re both lost to the throes of climax, our bodies locked together as the waves of pleasure crash over us. Arson collapses on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck as we pant harshly against each other’s sweat-slicked skin.

Gradually, our breathing slows, and the world comes back into focus. Arson lifts his head, his hazel eyes glazed with sated contentment as he gazes down at me. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Absolutely perfect.”

I can only hum in response, too blissed out and exhausted to form words. My body feels used in the most delicious way, every inch of me claimed and marked by the two brothers.

Arson pulls out of me with a satisfied groan, rolling to the side. I wince at the sudden emptiness, a dull ache throbbing between my thighs. I’m sore in places I didn’t know could be sore, but it’s a good ache—the kind that serves as a reminder of the intense gratification I experienced.

Aries slides closer, his warm body pressing against my back as he spoons me from behind. His arm drapes over my waist possessively, his hand splaying across my stomach. “You okay?” he murmurs, nuzzling into my hair.

“Mmm. More than okay,” I reply dreamily, nestling back into his embrace. “That was…”

“Fucking incredible,” Arson finishes, stretching languidly.

He meets eyes with his brother over my used and relaxed body. “I guess we can share after all, Brother.”