Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
THE HEATHEN
Ilay on the weird bed with holes in it. Was this specially made? It’s possibly the strangest thing I’ve ever seen, but I won’t argue about it.
I crave their touch. I’ve never experienced anything like what they do to me, but it’s the tender dragging of fingers down my skin that sets me on fire.
Like Carter, I’ve also gone without physical affection, albeit for different reasons.
Not because I didn’t want it, but it was never something that was offered to me.
Even when I was little, my mom didn’t hug me.
I didn’t live in a house of ‘I love you’s’.
Touch in my house was used for punishment, or bringing about intense shame.
It was a house of horrors, even before my father became the Prophet.
This is the first time in my life any man has lavished me with adoration, and the fact that it’s two of them is mind-blowing.
I don’t know how long things with these men will last. Killian is sure they’ll get over it quickly.
In the meantime, I’m going to soak up every touch, gravelly word, and orgasm, like I can take it with me when I leave.
A girl like me can’t hold on to men like this forever.
I know Killian is right about that. I’ll live for today, because tomorrow is not promised.
Especially with the risks I take, going after my family.
I watch as they both get undressed. Carter pulls his shirt off, followed by Knox.
Carter moves beside the bed and stares at me as he removes his black pants, along with his boxers.
“Touch yourself, Little Heathen.”
I open my mouth to say no, but close it quickly when I spot his heated gaze. Knox gets undressed and moves to the other side of the bed as I place my hand between my legs and tentatively touch myself.
Carter shakes his head as if I’m not doing it right.
“Legs spread. Show us that pretty pussy.”
I open my legs and rub my clit with two identical sets of eyes watching me, mesmerized.
Carter growls as he fists his cock.
“Fuck. That’s our good girl.”
A feeling of pleasure washes over me, even though neither of them has touched me. It’s confusing how, and why, I’m so affected by his words alone.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Knox explains, “You have a praise kink, Tesoro. It's quite common and nothing to be ashamed of.”
“How did you-” I begin to ask, and he chuckles.
“Your cheeks are bright red like you’re embarrassed, when there is no need.”
I close my eyes tight, unable to look at either of them, as I admit, “I’m not used to it, and I don’t know how to take it. But I like it far more than I should.”
“Get used to it, Little Heathen. You’re fucking perfection, and I plan to tell you exactly that every day.”
I laugh uncomfortably.
“I promise you, I’m not perfect.”
Carter lifts a brow and speaks, his voice low and dominant, leaving no room for argument.
“You’re perfect for us. Our fucking perfect girl. End of discussion.”
Knox takes my hand and puts it through the hole in the headboard before fastening a cuff to my wrist, and then does the same with my other hand.
“We aren’t putting your head through the center hole. Only your hands and legs will be restrained.”
Moving to my legs, he pulls back my left thigh and grabs a strap from the side of the bed, attaching the black material to it before moving to the other side and doing the same with my right leg.
Carter kneels on the bed beside me and strokes his fingers through my hair.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Donut,” I say as I try to memorize the way his hand feels.
“Good girl,” he says, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head from the pleasure of his voice.
Knox places soft kisses across the inside of my thigh, and Carter leans down and swipes his tongue over one of my nipples while pinching the other.
“Do you see how fucking perfect you are?”
I shake my head, hitting both of my arms, and say, “No. Not even close.”
Carter places his hand around my throat—he doesn’t squeeze—he just holds it there in a possessive move that has my core clenching.
“You are pure perfection, Little Heathen. The way you look. The way you sound. The way you come. You’re fucking perfect for us. But the way you see me, accept me, and let me touch you, when I can’t let you do the same. That makes you perfect to me.”
“Carter,” I gasp, overcome with emotion, as Knox’s tongue darts out and sweeps up my slit, turning his brother’s name into a half moan.
“Does my brother's tongue feel good on your pussy, Little Heathen?”
“So good,” I reply, as Carter swings his leg over me and moves up, until his hard cock is almost touching my lips.
“Open. Watch me fuck your gorgeous mouth.”
I part my lips as he places two hands on the headboard and slides his length into my mouth.
“You’re doing so good,” Knox hums in approval as he pushes two fingers inside me.
“Let me hear you choke on my brother's cock, while you come all over my face.”
I buck my hips when Knox swirls his tongue around my clit, and Carter simultaneously pushes to the back of my throat.
Spotting a light in the corner of the room, my eyes widen.
Carter chuckles, aware of what I’ve just seen.
“Say hi to Killian. Right now he’s probably fucking his fist while he watches you, Little Heathen.
I bet he wishes he could taste your sweet cunt, or feel your tight throat around his cock.
” His grip on my throat tightens, as he glides himself in and out of my mouth, teasing me.
“You like that don’t you? Does it turn you on, knowing that you’re being watched? ”
I can’t help but look at the light from the camera, while Carter pulls out and slams back into my mouth.
“That’s right, Little Heathen. Show our brother how fucking gorgeous you are with my cock in your throat.”
Tears spill from my eyes as I gag slightly on his impressive length, causing both of the men in the room to groan in unison.
I’d like to pretend I don’t like knowing that Killian is watching, but it’d be a lie.
And everybody knows it, as my back arches from the bed and I come for them, not able to tear my eyes from that damn light.
I moan around Carter’s cock, and he growls a long, low, “Fuck,” as my pussy clenches down on Knox’s fingers.
“Tesoro. I think you’re ready to be fucked.”