Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Siren
Dex chuckles lowly, “Nothin’, man. Just a little business venture. C’mon, lemme show you what’s up.”
I sigh heavily as Dex leads Shiver to the back room where a lot of our equipment and plants are.
I swallow hard, nervous as all hell, and Shiver cracks up laughing. “This is what you had to move? Girl, they’ll smell it.”
I roll my eyes, not wanting to hear his smart ass remarks right now.
Shiver’s eyes lock onto mine, his blue eyes blazing with a predatory hunger that sends a shiver down my spine.
He clears his throat, “So, Dex, you’ve thought about fuckin’ her?”
Dex already answered that, but whatever.
Dex licks his lips, “A time or two, sure.” he shifts his weight, his muscular frame taut with tension.
Shiver looks at me, then at Dex. "You wanna know what it feels like to be in that perfect pussy of hers?"
The silence stretches between us, thick and heavy with unspoken desire.
I blink rapidly, trying to process what the fuck is going on.
My heart's racing, and I can't tell if it's from arousal or sheer disbelief.
Shiver and Dex are standing there, looking at me expectantly, and I feel like I'm in some kind of twisted dream.
"What the actual fuck?" I manage to choke out, my voice hoarse. "Is this some kind of joke?"
Dex grins, that cocky smile that's always made my stomach do a little flip. "No joke, darlin'. Just a good time waiting to happen."
I can't help but let my eyes roam over his body.
Dex has always been hot, with his chiseled abs and those piercing blue eyes.
But as quickly as the thought enters my mind, I shove it away.
This is Dex we're talking about—the guy who's still hung up on his ex.
"You can't be serious," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "Dex, you still love Ember."
His smile falters for a moment, and I see a flash of pain in his eyes. "Yeah, I’ll always have love for her, but we’re done. It's been over for a while now. You fuckin’ know that."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Sorry, boys, but I've got rules. And number one on that list is not getting involved with anyone in the club."
Shiver steps closer, his presence overwhelming. "Rules are meant to be broken, sweetheart. And you’ve broken them a few times already for me, haven’t ya?"
I feel my body responding to his nearness, and I hate myself for it.
This is exactly why I have that rule in the first place.
Getting tangled up with club members only leads to trouble.
I take a step back, trying to put some distance between us. "I'm not doing this," I say, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest.
Shiver's eyes darken, a predatory glint flickering in their depths.
Before I can react, he closes the gap between us in two long strides.
His hand shoots out, gripping the back of my neck firmly.
The sudden contact sends a jolt through my body.
"You'll do whatever I damn well want you to, and you know it," he growls, his breath hot against my ear.
I feel my knees go weak, and I hate myself for it.
Hate how my body responds to his touch, his voice, his very presence.
But goddamn, do I love it too.
"Fuck you, Shiver," I spit out, but there's no real venom in my words.
My breath comes out shaky, betraying my arousal.
He chuckles, low and dangerous. "That's the idea, darlin'."
I clench my fists at my sides, fighting the urge to lean into him. "This isn't happening," I insist, but even to my own ears, it sounds weak.
Shiver's grip on my neck tightens slightly, just enough to make me gasp. "Your body says otherwise, Siren. I can feel you trembling."
And he's right, damn him.
I'm shaking, caught between the desire to push him away and pull him closer.
His authoritative nature both infuriates and excites me, and I fucking hate how much I love it.
"You don't own me," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Shiver's free hand comes up to trace my jawline, his touch feather-light and maddening.
"Maybe not yet," he says, his voice husky with promise, "but we both know it's just a matter of time."
I swallow hard, trying to regain my composure as Shiver's words hang in the air.
His hand is still on my neck, his presence overwhelming.
But I'm not about to let him have the last word.
I open my mouth to retort when Shiver suddenly turns to Dex, who's been watching our exchange with a mixture of amusement and barely concealed lust.
"What do you say, brother?" Shiver asks, his voice rough. "You want to fuck her right now?"
My eyes widen, and I can't help but arch an eyebrow. "Are you fucking serious?" I blurt out, my heart racing. "We don't have time for this shit. We've got three hours tops, and Zane wants this ready for Sassy."
Dex's brow furrows in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
I sigh, realizing I need to bring him up to speed. "Chey and Grim found her at the grocery store," I explain, my voice clipped. "Your uncle is holding her prisoner until they can confirm she's pregnant... and if she is, she'll stay here until she has the baby and then he'll kill her for betraying the club."
The words taste bitter in my mouth, but it's the cold, hard truth of our world.
I watch Dex's face, gauging his reaction.
He runs a hand through his hair, his expression hardening.
"That's cold," he says finally, "but understandable, given how many people the club has lost."
Shiver chimes in, his voice low and full of dark promise. "An hour is more than enough time to have you squirming and begging for more."
I feel a shiver run down my spine, and I hate how my body responds to his words.
I clench my thighs together, trying to ignore the heat building between them.
"You're out of your mind if you think we're doing this now," I hiss, but even I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice.
Shiver's hand slides from my neck to my waist, pulling me flush against him. "Am I?" he challenges, his breath hot against my ear. "Because your body's telling me a different story, darlin'."
I close my eyes, fighting against the desire threatening to overwhelm me.
This is insane.
We have work to do, a job to finish.
But with Shiver's hands on me and Dex's hungry gaze burning into my skin, rational thought is quickly becoming a distant memory.
"Fuck," I breathe out, my resolve crumbling. "This is such a bad idea."
It’s always been one of my biggest fantasies to have a threesome, but I haven’t had an opportunity.
This could be it—my one chance to be in the center of a hot, muscular sandwich.
There’s only one very big problem—they’re both in the club.
I’m continuously breaking my own rules, and I know this is going to backfire on me one way or another.
"Strip," Shiver's deep voice cuts through the quiet, the command leaving no room for argument. "Now."
I swallow hard, my fingers trembling slightly as I reach for my cut.
I take it off and set it on the back of a chair, then reach for the zipper of my leather jacket.
The metal feels cool against my skin as I slowly drag it down, the sound echoing in the small space.
I shrug off the jacket, placing it carefully on the back of the chair.
"This is a one-time thing," I say, my voice steadier than I feel as I meet Dex's eyes. "Don't get your hopes up."
A smirk plays at the corners of Dex's mouth. "Only one thing's gonna be up, girl."
I roll my eyes, but I can't help the flush that creeps up my neck.
My hands move to the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head to reveal the ice-blue lingerie set underneath.
The lace feels delicate against my skin, a stark contrast to the rawness of the moment.
Shiver's eyes darken as they roam over my body. "Did you wear that for me, plaything?"
I arch an eyebrow, my lips curving into a defiant smile. "I wore it for me. You're just lucky enough to see it."
A low chuckle rumbles from Shiver's chest as he begins to strip, his movements fluid and purposeful.
Dex follows suit, and soon both men stand before me in all their glory.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of their impressive erections.
Shiver is hung like a damn elephant with his thickness, whereas Dex has a BBC for a white guy.
Long and damn sure powerful.
Shiver moves behind me, his hot breath fanning across my neck as his hands grip my hips.
He helps me take off my boots, shimmies down my skinny jeans and panties until I’m standing here, bare for them.
"Spread your legs," he growls, and I comply without thinking, my body responding to his authority even as my mind rebels against it.
I feel the hard length of him pressing against my back as his fingers slip between my thighs, finding my clit with practiced ease.
A soft gasp escapes my lips as he begins to rub slow circles, pleasure sparking through my body.
"Is this what you imagined?" Shiver's voice is low and rough as he addresses Dex. "Seeing her slick folds wet like this?"
Dex's eyes are dark with lust as he watches us. "It's better than what I imagined."
A smug chuckle reverberates through Shiver's chest. "I don't like sharing what's mine, but I'm making an exception."
Anger flares within me, battling with the arousal coursing through my veins.
"I'm not yours," I snap, even as my hips buck against his skilled fingers.
"Keep telling yourself that, my little plaything," Shiver purrs, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
He steps back suddenly, leaving me feeling exposed.
"Come here," he orders Dex. "Fuck her pussy."
Dex doesn't hesitate, closing the distance between us in two long strides.
His hands cup my face as he captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding entrance.
I moan into his mouth, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair.
He breaks the kiss, spinning me around and bending me over the workbench.
I grip the edge tightly, my knuckles turning white as I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
With one powerful thrust, he sheathes himself inside me, and I cry out at the sudden fullness.
"Fuck," Dex groans, his fingers digging into my hips. "You're so tight, Siren."
He sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.
I see Shiver watching us intently.
His hand moves to his cock, stroking slowly as he takes in the scene before him.
The knowledge that he's watching, getting off on seeing me fucked by another man, sends an unexpected thrill through me.
I arch my back, giving him a better view, and I'm rewarded with a low groan from Shiver.
Just as I feel the familiar tightening in my core, signaling my approaching orgasm, Dex suddenly pulls out.
The loss is so abrupt that I whimper in frustration.
"You're not gonna come yet. No way in hell," Dex growls.
He grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing me to my knees.
Before I can protest, he's shoving his cock in my face.
I open my mouth obediently, taking him in.
He tastes like me, and the realization makes me moan around him.
Just as I feel my orgasm building, Dex pulls out abruptly.
The loss is so sudden that I whimper, my walls clenching around nothing.
He slaps my pussy with his cock, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body.
"You're not gonna come yet," he growls, fisting a hand in my hair and yanking me to my knees. "No way in hell."
Before I can protest, he shoves his cock into my mouth, the taste of my own arousal coating my tongue.
I gag slightly at the sudden intrusion, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
Dex looks over at Shiver, his voice husky with desire. "The point of doing this is sharing her, so feel how wet she is, brother. 'Cause fuck, I almost nutted in her."
Shiver approaches, his cock jutting proudly before him.
He slides into my dripping pussy with ease, and I moan around Dex's length at the feeling of being filled again.
"Christ," Shiver hisses. "She's fucking soaked."
He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep.
I'm overwhelmed by sensation, caught between the two men as they use my body for their pleasure.
Part of me wants to resist, to maintain some semblance of control, but a larger part revels in the feeling of being completely at their mercy.
Suddenly, Shiver pulls out, and I whine at the loss.
My protest is cut short as he positions himself at my ass, using my wetness as lubrication.
He pushes in slowly, the burn of the stretch making me gasp around Dex's cock.
Dex grabs my face, angling it so that he's pushing deeper into my throat, and I gag, hard.
I can feel Shiver's cock twitching inside me, and I know he's close.
He must sense it too, because he pulls out of me roughly and positions himself at my tight entrance.
"Look at that pussy," Shiver grunts, spreading my legs wider. "Glistening and wet for us. Fuck 'er, brother. Let's make 'er feel really fuckin' good."
Dex doesn't need to be told twice. "Give me a minute, brother."
Dex licks his lips, and I know I'm in for it.
Shiver's rough hands travel up my thighs, spreading my legs wider as Dex wraps his hand around my neck.
They begin to move in unison, each thrust of their hips sending me higher and higher.
The pain in my throat and the way they're sharing me like I'm theirs to use however they please should disgust me.
So why does it feel so damn good?
As I teeter on the edge of climax, I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to belong to someone.
To be claimed so fully, mind, body, and soul.
As Shiver pounds into me and Dex's cock hits the back of my throat, I smother their moans with my muffled cries.
The room spins, and my world explodes.
Dex's grip on my neck tightens as he rips his cock out of my mouth and slaps my face with it.
Shiver explodes inside of me, his seed hot and sticky.
I can't process this.
My body's on fire, every nerve ending singing as Shiver and Dex use me.
The sensations are overwhelming, driving me wild with need.
I'm moaning so loudly I barely recognize my own voice.
Shiver hoists me up higher, spreading my legs so Dex can get a deeper access to my pussy and Dex keeps his cock there for a moment.
He slaps his cock against my sensitive nub, “Beg me for it.”
"You like that, don't you, my little cumslut?" Shiver growls, his hand tightening on my throat. "Tell us how much you love it. Tell us how much you want two cocks in you."
I gasp as Dex's fingers find my clit, circling relentlessly. "I... I love it," I manage between ragged breaths. "I love it so fucking much. I want your cocks. I want both of them right now!"
"That's our good girl," Dex purrs, increasing his pace. "You're gonna come for us soon, aren't you?"
I nod frantically, beyond words now.
Dex slams his cock inside my pussy and my orgasm builds rapidly, threatening to consume me.
It's too much.
I try to pull away, overwhelmed, but they hold me firmly in place.
"Oh no, you don't," Shiver snarls. "You're gonna take everything we give you."
They fuck me like animals, primal and savage.
I'm trapped between them, writhing uncontrollably as the pressure builds.
When it finally breaks, I scream, my body convulsing as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
I feel myself gushing, soaking them both as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
"Fuck!" Dex grunts, his rhythm faltering. "I'm gonna?—"
"Do it," Shiver commands. "Fill her up."
I feel them both swell inside me, then the warmth of their release.
They pull out slightly, only to drive back in, making sure I take every last drop.
As we catch our breath, reality starts to seep back in.
What the hell did I just do, and why did it feel so good?
An hour later, I'm helping load plants and equipment into Dex's truck.
My body aches in ways I've never experienced, but I push through it.
"I'll have everything set up by tonight," Dex says, slamming the tailgate shut.
He hesitates, then adds, "We need to talk to my dad and uncle soon. About all of this."
I nod, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach. "Yeah, we do."
As Dex drives off, I'm left alone with my thoughts and the lingering scent of sex.
What have I gotten myself into with him and Shiver?
Was this a one time thing, or am I only fooling myself with that too?
I take a deep breath, trying to center myself.
My body still thrums with leftover pleasure, but my mind is a storm of conflicting emotions.
Annoyance bubbles up, warring with a deep-seated satisfaction I can't quite shake.
Shiver's standing there, looking far too smug for my liking.
I turn to him, squaring my shoulders.
"I'm not yours," I say, the words coming out more breathless than I intended.
Before I can react, he's on me.
His hands cup my face as he captures my lips in a searing kiss that steals what little breath I have left.
I hate how my body responds, melting into him despite my brain screaming to pull away.
He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. "We both know you belong to me, Siren," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper that sends shivers down my spine.
"It doesn't matter if you're five feet away from me, or three thousand miles away. You're only imagining one cock driving you wild, and it's mine."
The arrogance in his tone ignites a fire in my veins.
How dare he?
Who the fuck does he think he is?
But what infuriates me even more is the tiny part of me that thrills at his words.
The part that wants to give in, to let him claim me wholly and completely.
No. This can't happen.
This can’t keep continuing to happen.
I won't let it.
My hand moves before I can think, connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap.
The sting in my palm is oddly satisfying.
"This can't be anything, Shiver," I spit out, my voice trembling with anger and something else I refuse to name. "It never will be. So think I belong to you if it gets your cock hard, but I don't, and I never will."
I glare at him, daring him to contradict me.
My heart pounds in my chest, adrenaline coursing through me. I've never felt more alive—or more terrified.