Chapter 39 #2
If he thought this would be any better, he’s wrong. The head of his dick sits right on that spot that will make me detonate. Oh god, oh god, oh god . I moan as I try to, and fail, to move my hips on his weight.
“ Braum ,” I whine into the pillow, trying hard to move but unable to thanks to his weight.
Another heavy sigh is the only response I get.
He’s not going to move. He’s going to hold still and just let me suffer.
I choke on need, my orgasm so close I can practically taste it.
I should be embarrassed. No, mortified .
Braum is my captor. I shouldn’t want anything from him.
After everything he’s done, I should be appalled that his dick is inside of me.
This sob I refuse to let out should be of disgust. Yet, for whatever reason, I can’t find it in me right now to hate myself or this situation.
I just want to feel something good. Is that too much to ask for?
If feeling good means rubbing up against the guy who, only hours ago back at the pool, promised my safety would be his number one concern from now on… fine. I’ll take whatever I can get.
Suddenly, Braum shifts. It’s a shallow thrust of his hips, but it’s enough. I gasp into the pillow before attempting to arch my butt back into him. He thrusts again and I whine, pushing back for more.
“You’re greedy,” he murmurs into my hair.
I don’t say anything to this. I simply shudder with relief as he continues his shallow thrusts, hitting that one particular spot just right.
It doesn’t take long—seconds at most—before my orgasm hits me.
My pussy convulses around Braum’s dick as my nipples pebble and skin heats.
The orgasm steals my breath away and leaves me a trembling sweaty mess.
I lift my head to quietly pant through it.
Braum’s there, kissing the back and side of my neck with lazy kisses.
His arms tighten around me and I can’t help but enjoy the feeling of being grounded in his embrace.
For the first time ever, I feel cared for. The reality of that has me blinking back tears while simultaneously causing my pussy to grip Braum’s dick harder. Pressed together as we are, I can feel his answering groan rumbling through me. It reminds me of a cat purring.
Only when I go limp does Braum stop moving. As hard as he is still, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out he didn’t find his release.
“What about you?” I whisper into the darkness as my head sinks down onto the pillow again.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m not seeking relief in the same way you are.”
It takes me a moment as my thoughts start to slow and my body relaxes to realize he’s talking about his connection with The Universe. Last night, we held hands. Tonight, it seems, we’ve advanced to this.
“Oh,” I murmur, not sure I have the energy to do a deep mental dive into how I feel about this.
“Now go to sleep, Everly.”
To my surprise, even with Braum’s dick still deep inside me, with the help of two orgasms and half his body weight pressing me into the mattress in a strangely comforting way, I find sleep isn’t so hard to reach after all.
I wake to the feeling of Braum’s cum filling me up.
His dick pulses inside me, each throb shooting his release deep into my body. I can feel his hands gripping my waist, not to pin me down but simply to hold me. His subtle thrusts are so shallow it’s only as I wake further that I notice him moving at all.
“I could do this every morning,” Braum murmurs into my ear as he finishes. “You, filling my dreams, then me waking up to fill your body with my seed. This is fucking heaven, Everly. You feel so fucking good.”
With a contented sigh, he pulls free from my body and rolls off me to curl up on my side.
“Hey, princess,” Rowan murmurs. “Come here.”
I crack my eyes open, but wince as sunlight comes in through the open window. In Rowan’s room, he kept the blinds drawn. It seems Braum doesn’t.
Before the room can come into focus, Rowan’s arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me closer to him.
As he comes into focus, I find him on his hands and knees and fully dressed for working out beside me.
He bends down and kisses me in greeting.
Still struggling to wake fully, I don’t have time to respond to the kiss—in any manner—before he pulls away.
“Roll onto your stomach.”
Groggily, I do as I’m told. Rowan grabs the pillow he’d used the night before and lifts my hips to shove it under me. He shifts, moving down the bed and out of my line of sight. Suddenly he’s between my legs, spreading them apart until I’m fully exposed.
It hits me full force and all at once that I’m naked from the waist down, in broad daylight, for both guys to see. I tense immediately.
“Wait!” I try to pull my legs together as I start to roll back onto my side but Rowan’s grip on my calves stops me. “I don’t want you to see?—”
Rather than finish my sentence, I reach down in an attempt to cover the scars on my upper thighs with my hands.
Last night with Braum then before with Rowan in the pool, hell even when Braum took me on the couch—my scars weren’t visible.
But like this? Both men can see the physical evidence of every blunder I committed under Father’s roof.
I shouldn’t care. But even as I’m peppered with panic, mortification, shame, and self-disgust, I can’t help but brace myself for Rowan and Braum’s reaction.
There’s a short pause. Tension gathers in the room, rolling in like a summer storm. Then, after a pause, Rowan growls in a dangerously low voice, “If you don’t get your hands out of my fucking way, I’ll go get the rope.”
I swallow, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Please,” I whisper. “Just… Can I get on my back?”
Rowan’s hands disappear and his weight on the bed follows.
I can hear him leave the room so I take the opportunity to try and move again.
The movement is thwarted, however, when Braum grabs the back of my neck.
His grip isn’t biting and he’s careful about the healing burn mark, but there’s no escape as he holds me down.
Rowan’s back in seconds and when he grabs my wrists he’s not nearly as considerate as Braum. His grip is biting. I try to wrestle my way out of their grasps as my hands are tied to the two posts at the top of the bed but it’s useless.
“If you ever ,” Rowan snarls in my ear as he climbs up behind me again, “hide your body from me, I’m going to make sure some silly little scars are the least of your concern. Got it?”
I swallow hard, squeezing my eyes shut as I attempt to hide from the bitterness welling up in my gut.
How can he possibly look at them and still want to touch me?
Better yet, why do I even care what they think of them?
It’s not like they haven’t seen them before.
The first night trapped here they’d stripped me, bathed me, and froze at the sight of them.
Since then, though, both men have added their own.
There’s Rowan’s initials—still healing from when he’d branded me.
And then there’s Braum’s mark—an imprint of his universe, a mark only he could see but I can certainly feel—on my soul.
“I asked you a question, princess,” Rowan says, still in that deep snarl of his. “Answer it.”
Humiliation causes tears to well up and blur my vision. As I bury my face into the pillow Rowan had used the night before, I mutter, “Yes.”
A resounding sharp slap against my right butt cheek draws out a yelp.
“Louder, princess,” Rowan says haughtily, “I need to know you understand that these scars aren’t just yours. They belong to the kings of Serenity Falls, just like the rest of you, and we don’t possess anything that would be considered less than perfect.”
My heart gives a weak shudder as his words strike home. They think I’m perfect? The tears that burn in my eyes have nothing to do with humiliation now, and when I answer him, it's with more confidence than before.
“I understand.”
“Good girl,” Braum praises from beside me.
Heat floods my cheeks and my heart does a little backflip. I’m perfect and a good girl. A smile pulls at my lips. As sick and twisted as it is, I’m not hating being the center of the kings' attention right now.
Rowan jerks my legs apart once more, and I can feel him getting closer as the bed dips.
“You filled her up good, Braum,” he declares approvingly. “Fuck, it’s spilling out of her like a river.”
He’s not exaggerating. The amount of Braum’s cum that is leaking from my body is creating a massive wet mark beneath me on his bed.
“She deserved every drop after how comfortable she kept my dick last night,” Braum murmurs. His hand on my neck goes from holding me down to stroking the back of my ridiculously wild hair. To me he adds, “Milligan cum is strictly kept for the best pussy.”
My head shoots up with a yelp as Rowan’s fingers dip into my pussy.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Everly,” Rowan croons as he coats his fingers with a mixture of my arousal from last night and Braum’s cum.
As he pumps them in and out of me, desire blossoms and my pussy flutters around him.
How could I want more after last night? How, in fact, could I want any of this from them ?
Before Serenity Falls, I wasn’t interested in sex.
Now it’s like I can’t get enough. It doesn’t make sense.
I don’t want to want this. Is this what it means to be touch-starved?
Have I been alone for so long that any touch, good or bad, is sought after and enjoyed?
My body is humming with anticipation, my pussy greedily gripping Rowan’s fingers as it enjoys the pleasurable sensation building between my legs.
I let out a breathy sigh of contentment then groan as pleasure sinks deeper.
“Yeah, let me hear all your pretty sounds, Everly,” Rowan urges. “They’re so sweet and painfully unique and right now they’re all for me. I want to add them to The Collection.”