Chapter Fourteen #2
Zeke is somewhere in the cabin, and I can’t help but mourn how empty my mouth feels.
But Zeke isn’t Seth.
The three of us returned to the cabin less than an hour ago.
I’d barely gotten through the door before Khalil was on my ass wanting to know what happened.
I told him about the wolves. He was angry at me for being so reckless and pissed at Thorin for being so indulgent.
The two of them turned on each other while Zeke silently looked on, ready to blame me for it all.
Khalil ended up tearing the clothes from my body so that he could see for himself that I wasn’t hurt. But all that had done was remind me that I’m horny. And now naked too. One thing led to another and…
“I think Khalil is ready to come,” Thorin whispers in my ear while thrusting so deeply my eyes cross. “Where does it go, songbird?”
I stare at Khalil from under my lashes as I say, “Inside me.”
“So tell him,” Thorin urges while he uses my body like he uses his fist. “Tell Khalil you want his cum.”
“I–I w-want you to come in-inside me.”
Khalil makes a rough, cruel sound that sends goose bumps down my flushed skin, and I know he’s about to deny me. “Only good girls get my cum inside their pussy. Have you been a good girl, Goldilocks?”
“No. Never.” Khalil groans, his pace increasing, and I whine because it’s too good. “You’re not…making it…easy…to be…quiet.”
Thorin pulls my hair in a vicious tug while Khalil wraps a hand around my throat. Their hold is possessive and sends a hot flare shooting from my chest down to my stomach. “So don’t be,” Khalil purrs against the flushed skin over my sternum.
Not as daring as them, I keep my lips smashed firmly together and true to their nature, Thorin and Khalil see it as a challenge.
Khalil captures one of my sensitive nipples between his teeth, serving a bite of pain while Thorin tugs on the other from below, slapping the side of my breast every so often before gripping it possessively.
They work together to make me scream so that their best friend, wherever he’s hiding in the cabin, will hear. And Khalil and Thorin will take it as far as they need to—as far as I can handle—in order to stake their claim.
It happens a moment later, when Thorin’s and Khalil’s rhythm changes and they plunge deep inside me at the same time. The move steals my breath and then returns it with a scream that signals their triumph and leaves me shaken.
Not wanting to come yet, Khalil pulls out and grips the base of his dick before slapping the heavy length against my abused pussy lips.
He becomes entranced with the sight as he uses the glistening, angry-looking head to tease my clit.
Khalil slips down through my swollen slit and back again.
My lashes flutter when he does this a few more times until his next downstroke strays too far and his thick head accidentally meets Thorin’s tunneling length and becomes lodged there.
I moan at the sight, and Khalil smirks at me. He frees his dick and shoves inside me again before my desires can twist into new forbidden wants.
It should be impossible for both of them to fit inside me, and I secretly love that they give me no choice but to take it.
A huge part of what draws me to them is their unrelenting brutality.
It makes my twisted heart feel like I’m not alone in the darkness that sweeps me up when I’m most vulnerable.
My mountain men never hesitate to step into it with me.
They use me, push me, and sometimes hurt me, but they’re always right there, falling apart with me.
“Fuck, Aurelia.” Thorin sounds close and when he takes over the rhythm, Khalil and I have no choice but to follow. It would be easier to stop a team of racing horses.
He makes it impossible to hold in what they do to me.
Cries escape my lips in small bursts that I desperately try to swallow, but Khalil and Thorin aren’t having it. They’re watching me closely and noting every ounce of resistance from me before adjusting the angle, depth, and speed of their thrusts until those little cries turn into screams.
They want me to scream.
They want Ezekiel to hear me. They want him to know just how brutally they use me and how much I crave it. I don’t hate the idea even though I know I’ll regret it once I have to face Zeke again.
Right now, my lips are falling open and my screams barrel through, mixing with their grunts and groans and the sound of our sweat-slicked skin slapping.
When my orgasm hits, it’s almost surprising since I didn’t expect them to let me come.
My pussy clamps down on Khalil without warning and almost immediately, I feel his dick began to jerk inside me.
I hear Thorin’s mumbled curses and know he must feel it too through the thin wall that separates them.
Keeping his promise, Khalil pulls out with a hiss and gives his thick length a few furious strokes before he groans and his dick begins to spit up.
The first spurt of cum lands on my jaw, the second and third on my chest and stomach, and the last on my thigh.
Thorin is right behind him, slamming into me one final time before he comes with a grunt that vibrates his chest.
It’s so good. I want to cry, but I know I can’t.
Losing Seth was a temporary seal on whatever’s broken in me, but now the part of me that allows me to cry is fracturing again, and the devastation that it may never heal again bowls over me.
The bead of sweat I feel slowly running down my sternum catches Khalil’s eye and he pauses. One of his hands leaves the back of my thigh, and he thumbs the wetness. He studies the drop for a moment before he does something I don’t expect.
With a tender look to his face, Khalil brings his wet thumb to my face, and he drags it down one cheek before doing the same to the other.
He collects more drops of sweat and repeats the action until the gathered wetness begins rolling down my cheek.
I realize with the force of a punch to the gut what he’s doing.
Tears.
Khalil is giving me tears.
Involuntarily, I lift my wobbling chin, and Khalil grants my silent request, craning his neck to kiss me tenderly.
The kiss lasts long enough for my fake tears to join the tangle of our tongues, and I taste the salty sweetness.
Behind me, Thorin rises to kiss my nape, shoulder, and back.
Anywhere he can reach to soothe these cracks.
Khalil ends the kiss a moment later.
“Better, Goldilocks?”
“Yes,” I answer shyly. I feel a little ashamed, but I keep it to myself, knowing my mountain men wouldn’t welcome me feeling that emotion for any reason. It’s even more obvious to me now that they are extremely protective of my feelings. “Thank you.”
“You don’t ever have to thank me for that.”
Just as I feel this overwhelming sense of gratitude welling until it feels like I really might cry, Khalil slaps my breasts hard enough to leave a red handprint and those sharp edges of my mountain men return.
Once again, I realize belatedly that they aren’t done with me.
Khalil carefully lifts me up, freeing me from Thorin’s softened cock before he throws me down on my tummy next to Thor. I barely have time to lift my head from the rumpled blankets before Khalil is on top of me, shoving my thighs apart with his knee and entering me fully with one stroke.
I’m trapped between his hard body and the mattress while he batters my sore pussy a second time. When I start to wiggle and struggle, Khalil growls and bites my shoulder to make sure I can’t escape this second claiming.
I think I black out, but I’m sure that bastard kept going.
I don’t mind. I’ve already confessed I’m into it and promised to let him know the moment that changed.
When I come to, Khalil and I are alone. His cock is tucked away, and he’s dozing next to me.
Thorin walks into the room a second later with a glass of water filled to the rim in hand.
I sit up expectantly, knowing it’s for me, and he hands me the glass before perching on the edge of the bed where he watches to make sure I drink it all.
Once I’m hydrated, Khalil scoops me up, leaving me to wonder if he was ever really asleep.
He brushes his lips across my forehead as he carries me inside the bathroom.
I’m silent and contemplating passing out again as he turns on the shower and steps inside before setting me on my feet.
Thorin doesn’t join us since the shower is too small.
Just Khalil and I together is a tight fit with his shoulders alone nearly taking up the entire width.
Sensing that I’m sapped of energy, Khalil makes quick work of cleaning us both up while I stand there uselessly with the back of my head resting against his chest and my eyes struggling to stay open. Khalil doesn’t seem to mind even when he remarks to himself that they’re spoiling me.
Once we’re both clean and out of the shower, Khalil dries me off and grabs the lotion from the counter when I grumble about dry skin. He walks me out of the bathroom after I’m properly moisturized, and we fall into Thorin’s bed again.
Thorin wordlessly retreats into the bathroom, and I hear the shower turn on again while Khalil arranges me on top of him just like Thorin usually does since they know how much I detest the hardness of Thorin’s mattress.
He rubs and massages my butt with his big, capable hands and before long, I’m drifting off to the sound of his strong heartbeat.
When I wake up, Khalil is gone, and it’s just Thorin and me in his bed together. I stretch and groan at the ache already settling into my muscles. I don’t miss the dull throb between my thighs either.
“Thorin.” When he doesn’t answer, I reach over and shake his shoulder until his breathing changes, signaling that he’s waking.
“Wolf,” he finally answers with a tired grumble. He immediately reaches for me, and once I’m within grabbing distance, he pulls me into his side where I rest my cheek on his lower pec.