Chapter 15 #3
He gives me another hard squeeze before dipping his head to press his teeth against the swell of my right breast. I cry out as he bites down. It’s not hard enough to break skin, but it’ll definitely leave a mark. It helps when he sucks the sting away.
It also causes a sudden, unexpected pooling of heat between my legs.
I’m so focused on Rowan, I don’t notice Braum’s hands beginning to move. One comes up to land on my lower stomach, pulling me back into him. The other slides across my thigh toward the junction between my legs. Braum’s fingers brush against my clit, and I immediately go rigid.
“Stop!” I yelp out in surprise, trying to squeeze my legs closed.
I’ve never been touched between my legs by anyone before. Right now, I’m scared of what will follow such a light caress.
I don’t want to know what Braum’s planning, but it’s evident these two don’t know, or believe in, boundaries.
They cross lines. How else do you explain me being forced into a padded room or strapped down to a table for their amusement?
They don’t get to use my body. I won’t allow it.
If they do, who knows when, or if they’ll ever stop?
I fight to keep my legs closed, pressing my thighs together as tight as I can. Braum uses his foot to kick out the right one, forcing them apart. Before I can slide it back, he plants his hard leg in the way. Unable to close my legs, Braum has easy access to my body.
And he takes advantage of it.
His fingers slide through my slit, touching nerves I didn’t even know I had. His touch awakens them, sending bumps rising along the skin of my arms and my spine. My body stiffens as I gasp at the unexpected pleasure another light stroke through my folds brings.
After keeping them at bay for so long, tears finally leak free. They spill down my cheeks as his fingers slide back up and gently circle my clit. Oh god, that feels so good. Why does it have to feel good ? A sob slips past my lips.
“The Universe doesn’t give gifts often, but when It does, you cherish whatever It brings,” he murmurs into my ear from behind. “The Universe thinks you’re someone special, Everly. Now that I’ve gotten a chance to study you, I understand things a little better.”
Rowan’s mouth moves down to suck on one of my nipples.
He rolls his warm, wet tongue over the hardening peak.
His other hand continues to knead my other breast. The electricity that their combined touches create steals away my breath.
All I can do is suck in short little gasps as they work some sort of magic over my body.
When I’ve caught my breath, I whine. “Well, I don’t understand you!”
“The Universe speaks to me, Everly,” Braum explains, his voice deepening. “I hear Its secrets, Its stories… I can hear it all . It spoke of you with such reverence I grew jealous. I didn’t realize It was telling me about you because we were fated to be.”
It’s hard to focus on his words when his fingers are circling my clit and Rowan mouths my breasts hungrily. What I am getting from him, though, is that he’s bat-shit crazy.
His fingers slide through me again, this time stopping at my entrance.
“You’re so wet, and we haven’t even truly touched you,” he groans.
After a shaky inhale, he continues, “I can see why The Universe likes you. You’re brave, even in the face of adversity.
And you might be scared, but that fear doesn’t have power over you.
I saw it when you walked into the gym to meet Vick.
I saw it again when you glared up at us from that table. That’s courage, and I admire it.”
He sees me as courageous and brave? If my brain and body weren’t so at odds with one another—with one becoming a bit fuzzy as the other begins to grow warm and tingly—I would scoff. Braum couldn't be farther from the truth. I’m neither of those things.
A finger sinks slowly into my core, the motion easy and slick. I choke on a cry. Besides my own fingers, nothing and no one has ever been inside me. Braum pumps his finger in and out slowly. A shiver runs down my body, and the little gasps I’m taking grow shallower.
Rowan lifts his head only to descend upon the other breast. He sucks at my nipple, tongue deliberately circling and lathing against it.
An airy sob breaks free as I’m forced to endure this strange, new type of torture.
I reach forward, my hands landing on his shoulders, and attempt to push him away.
I might as well be pushing against the shower wall.
Braum’s thumb caresses my clit with a featherlight touch as his fingers stroke the inside of my pussy. My hips jerk, seeking more of the pleasure that’s coiling in my lower abdomen.
“I see you, Everly. Better than anyone can,” Braum murmurs into my ear. His erection twitches against my back. “We’re going to be so fucking good together.”
He… sees me. That’s the last coherent thought I have.
The heat that’s been building up inside me collides with the coiling pleasure.
My orgasm washes through me, stealing away all thoughts and worries.
All I can do is accept and savor the typhoon of pleasure that rolls through me.
My body convulses, and my cries—as weak as they are—fill the bathroom and bounce off the walls.
I don’t know how long it lasts or if Braum and Rowan say anything else.
The orgasm steals away the last of my energy, sapping it and my ability to stay awake any longer.