24. Ava
AVA
I shouldn’t have given in to Ty. But the way he claimed me—completely, utterly, without hesitation—shattered my defenses and swept away every rational thought.
And now, it was too late.
Ciaran had seen everything.
“You bastard.” Ciaran’s voice was a low, venomous growl as he emerged from between the trees.
Before I could react, he was on us, shoving Ty off me with enough force to send him stumbling back.
I let out a cry as Ty’s cock was pulled from me.
“Stop!” I cried out, but my plea was drowned out by the sickening crunch of Ciaran’s fist connecting with Ty’s face.
The impact sent Ty reeling backward, his back slamming against a gnarled oak tree, a trickle of blood spilling from his split lip. His eyes, usually so calm and controlled, now blazed with a mix of pain and fury.
I scrambled to my feet, leaves and twigs clinging to my skin, fear and the cool forest air raising goosebumps along my damp flesh.
My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat, each beat a painful reminder of the chaos I’d unleashed.
To my surprise, Ciaran whirled and advanced on me.
Out of instinct I turned to run, my thighs slick with my wetness.
But I didn’t get far.
Ciaran caught me, his strong arms clamping down on me. He whirled me to face him before slamming me against a tree trunk. “You make me fucking crazy.”
He ripped my skirt off me before running his fingers through my wet, aching pussy.
I groaned, my head falling back against the rough bark of the tree.
“Hmmm,” he growled, his fingers teasing along my slick folds, sending shivers of twisted pleasure through my body, “are you soaked for Ty or me? Or… both of us?”
“Both,” I whimpered, unable to lie anymore. “I’m sorry.”
A low growl rumbled in Ciaran’s chest. His eyes, dark with desire and hate, locked on mine. In them, I saw a storm of emotions—anger, lust, possessiveness, and something deeper that made my heart ache.
He unzipped his pants and thrust into me, his cock filling me in one powerful thrust.
I cried out, my back arching against the rough bark of the tree.
His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. The new angle sent sparks of electricity through my body, and I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
The scrape of wood against my skin sent shivers down my spine, pain and pleasure mingling in a heady rush.
For a fleeting moment, I wondered where Ty was. Was he close? Was he watching, the way he was watching when Ciaran fucked me the other night?
The thought sent a thrill of excitement through me, quickly drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of Ciaran moving inside me.
“I hate you, Ava,” he hissed as he slammed into me. “I hate that I love you so much.”
He fucked me like he hated me, like he was punishing me for loving his brother as well.
“God,” I moaned, “you feel so good.”
“Better than him?” he hissed, his hand coming around my throat, cutting off my air supply. “Tell me I fuck you better than him.”
The world narrowed to a pinpoint, my senses heightening as blood roared in my ears.
“Tell me,” Ciaran demanded, his hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. “Him or me?”
I gasped, struggling to form words as black spots danced at the edges of my vision, shivers of pleasure coursing through me, my nerves singing with a mixture of fear and dark pleasure.
Then, over his shoulder, I saw him.
Ty.
Standing in the shadows, his eyes blazing with a dark intensity that made my breath catch.
He stood there watching, stroking his cock, his gaze locked on mine, his jaw clenching as his fingers tightened around his cock, the veins in his forearm standing out as he pumped himself in time with Ciaran’s rhythm.
His chest heaved with each ragged breath, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.
His usual icy mask was cracked, a storm of emotions swirling underneath—desire, jealousy, and a hint of darkness as he waited for my response to Ciaran’s devastating question.
Him or me?
Over Ciaran’s shoulder, I reached out for Ty.
Ty swiftly moved toward us, not bothering to be silent anymore, his footfalls landing heavily on the dry forest floor. “Maybe you should learn to share, brother.”
Ciaran’s grip on me tightened as Ty approached. He growled, primal and possessive, his hips never faltering in their punishing rhythm.
I felt the vibration of his growl in my bones, low and feral, as Ty drew closer.
“Back off,” Ciaran snarled over his shoulder, his voice rough and dangerous. His arm slid from my neck and shot out to shove Ty away.
Ty moved too quickly, his reflexes sharp. He sidestepped Ciaran’s clumsy attempt with ease, his eyes blazing with a determined fury that unnerved me.
He didn’t stop moving, circling us like a predator, his focus locked on me like I was his ultimate prize .
Ciaran’s movements became erratic, torn between his desperate need to claim me and his instinct to fend off his brother. His thrusts grew wilder, more frenzied, as if he could somehow fuck Ty’s very existence away .
I cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body, my head spinning at the raw primal masculine energy thickening the air. Their fight wasn’t just for dominance; it was for me , and the intensity of their need set every cell in my body alight.
My body was on fire, my nerves buzzing with a desperate need for release.
I was so fucking close.
“Mine,” Ciaran hissed as my pussy clenched around him.
But Ty, with the fluid grace of a predator, seized his opportunity.
In one swift motion, he hooked his arm around Ciaran’s waist and wrenched him backward. The sudden movement sent us all tumbling to the forest floor in a tangle of limbs and leaves.
Ciaran’s cock was pulled from my body, my body aching at the sudden cruel emptiness. I let out a whimper as my nearing orgasm began to fade.
Ty recovered first, grabbing me, lifting me by the hips back to all fours.
“Mine.” He thrust back inside me from behind, his possessiveness making me cry out. “Come for me , Ava.”
I was helpless as he held me down and fucked me in front of Ciaran, racing me back to the edge.
Ciaran scowled, his face contorting with anger as he scrambled toward us. He punched Ty, the sound of a fist on flesh echoing through the forest, and suddenly, I was empty again.
I whimpered, my body trembling as my release fell away.
“No, come for me .” Ciaran yanked my hips toward him, my knees scraping the ground with a delicious flare of pain. He filled me with one smooth motion, thrusting into me, reclaiming me.
I screamed with pleasure, with need and frustration as both boys fought over me, shoving and punching each other off me in an attempt to be the one to make me come.
I was filled and emptied and filled again until I could barely tell which cock was whose.
I was brought to the edge and pulled back, again and again.
Until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I scrambled forward, pushing Ciaran onto his back and sliding my mouth down over his cock, pinning him down, taking control of him.
His groan of pleasure rumbled through me as I took him deep into my mouth.
His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as I worked him with my tongue. The taste of him, musky and primal, filled my senses.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I bobbed my head, relishing the way his hips bucked involuntarily. But it worked. He forgot all about trying to fight Ty off me.
I lifted my ass high in the air, exposed and vulnerable, the air cool on my wet folds, making me shiver with need.
As I’d hoped, Ty strong hands gripped my hips as he thrust into me, filling me completely. I fell deeper onto Scáth’s cock.
“Fuck,” Ciaran cried out. “Again.”
Everything else faded away as pleasure consumed me. As Ty’s powerful thrusts drove me forward, pushing Ciaran’s cock deeper into my throat with each movement .
I was overwhelmed by sensation, caught between them, filled completely from both ends.
Ciaran’s fingers tightened in my hair as he fought to control himself. His hips jerked upward, driving himself deeper.
Behind me, Ty’s pace grew frantic. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into me. Each thrust sent shock waves of pleasure through my body, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
So close. So intense. The pressure in my body built up from everything.
“Fuck, Ava,” Ciaran growled. “You’re so tight.”
“So wet for us,” Ty added.
Their words sent a dark shiver down my spine.
The most intense wave of pleasure crashed over me as I was finally pushed over the edge. My pussy clenched around Ty’s cock as I came hard, my vision going white, my screams muffled by Ciaran’s cock in my mouth.
Ciaran groaned, his hips bucking wildly as my throat constricted around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”
His words cut off as he came, hot spurts of cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed greedily, drinking down every drop.
Behind me, Ty’s rhythm faltered. With a guttural moan, he slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came. I could feel the warmth of his release flooding me.
For a moment, we stayed frozen like that—connected, panting, shaking in the aftermath. The forest was silent around us, as if holding its breath.
Slowly, carefully, Ty withdrew from me. Ciaran’s softening cock slipped from my mouth as I collapsed onto the forest floor, my limbs like jelly. I whimpered at the loss of them, feeling suddenly empty.
Leaves and twigs clung to my sweat-slicked skin, dirt smeared my ripped top, and I could taste Ciaran on my tongue, feel Ty’s cum trickling down my thighs. But for one blissful moment, I was satisfied and happy.
Reality hit me like a cold slap, snapping me out of the haze that had momentarily numbed everything else. The bliss faded, leaving a hollow ache in its wake, and guilt surged through me in a stomach-twisting wave.
I still had to choose.
The weight of it settled on my chest, heavy and suffocating. My gaze flicked between the two brothers lying on either side of me. Ciaran with my head on his thighs. Ty with my legs in his lap.
They were both disheveled and panting, their breaths uneven from the dark insanity that had just consumed us all. For the first time in what felt like hours, neither of them spoke.
The silence should have been a relief, but instead, it was deafening.
Ciaran’s eyes burned with raw vulnerability as he brushed his fingers through my hair, his fierce possessiveness barely concealed beneath the surface. The way he looked at me was a plea, a demand, and a declaration all at once.
Ty rubbed circles on my thigh with his thumb, sending shivers up my spine. His gaze, steady and intense, felt no less powerful, no less desperate.
How could I ever choose between them ?
The question clawed at my insides, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.
Choosing one of them would mean ripping the other apart, shattering what fragile threads were holding us all together. My heart, my mind, my body—every piece of me was tied to them both in different, irreconcilable ways.
I swallowed hard, the taste of ash in my throat, as the realization settled in. No matter what choice I made, we would all be destroyed.