Chapter 28
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Jude
A soft familiar moan pulls me out of my sleep.
I’ve never been one that takes a long to wake up. One moment I’m asleep, the next I’m wide awake.
Maybe it’s a survival instinct, or maybe something I was born with. Regardless of why I have this skill, I’ve never been more grateful for it than this moment.
I snap my eyes open, recognizing the sleepy noises Berlyn makes when we’re touching her in her sleep.
Weston hovers above her, arms braced on either side of her as he peppers kisses over her face. It takes me a moment to realize he’s still inside of her.
I shake my head, the fucker. He carried her the entire way back from the clearing to her house buried inside her. Not fucking her, just holding her as close as she could physically be. Her dress covered enough to not be completely obvious, not that it would have stopped him even if it were.
Thankfully we didn’t see anyone and made it back without incident.
Berlyn was already asleep, passed out in his arms and softly snoring. We would have let her stay asleep, but she was covered in dirt and cuts that needed to be cleaned. She did wake up in the bath, but stayed in that in between daze as we washed her and tucked her into bed.
Weston barely let go of her, even as he washed himself free of the dirt and leaves he collected. As soon as we had her in bed, he was at her side, pulling her atop him and settling his still hard dick back inside of her.
The little satisfied moan she made as soon as he was fully seated in her is now competing for my favorite Berlyn sound of all time. Though its toughest competition is the way she screamed my name in that raw throaty voice.
All of us were drained though, the adrenaline of the chase and the fear of her hating us after everything finally draining away into an exhausted relief. He didn’t push for more, content with holding her and they both drifted into sleep only moments later.
It didn’t take long for me to follow after them. I have no idea how long any of us slept for, but it’s still dark outside Berlyn’s window. So probably not long enough, though I’m guessing West disagrees.
He’s tender with her, rolling his hips so slowly it took me a minute to realize he was even fucking her now. He winks at me when he catches me watching. I lift myself up on my elbow, laying on my side and pull the blanket away to watch where the two of them are joined.
Ezra wakes on the other side of them at the sudden breeze and yawns, stretching his arms over his head. He takes a bit longer to wake up. Not as bad as Berlyn, but I can guarantee he hasn’t realized what’s happening yet.
Berlyn sighs softly, her body moving with West’s even as she stays asleep. God, she’s perfect. The scent of her arousal drowns me and I bite my lower lip.
Weston catches my chin in his hand, pulling my lip free from my teeth’s abuse with his thumb and rubbing away the sting. He snakes his hand around my neck, burying it in my curls at the base of my neck and grips it tightly.
His lips slam into mine as he uses his grip to pull me closer to them. My heart races, tasting his intoxicating flavor as he devours my mouth. Copper fills both our mouths as he bites down on my lip much harsher than I did.
A punishment for touching what he thinks of as his.
My cock wakes up, hardening until it’s aching.
Weston pulls back a warning in his eyes, but when his eyes fall to my growing erection he moans, pulling me back to him and roughly kisses me.
Our kiss is violent and gnashing as he dominates me and sucks my bleeding lip into his mouth.
The thrill of pain shoots straight to my cock, making it twitch against Berlyn’s side.
The entire time, he never breaks his slow and gentle pace with Berlyn. His hips a steady roll of consistent pleasure warming up her body while she gets the rest she obviously needs.
Ezra groans on his other side and I smile against Weston’s bruising kisses. He pulls away to turn his attention to our brother, but not before I catch him licking my blood from his lips.
“You were supposed to let her rest,” Ezra scolds.
Weston shrugs, adding an extra rotation to his hips that makes Berlyn moan. “She is.”
He’s not wrong, and we haven’t gotten to have her like this. Truly all together, in a bed, no rush. Gentle without the feral edge of our adrenaline pushing us.
Her tits sway under West, her breathing growing a little more rapid as her body starts to respond more and more. The rise and fall of her chest is so damn enticing.
Weston leans towards Ezra, grabbing him the same way he did to me only moments ago, silencing any of his protests in his favorite way.
I trail my fingers across her chest, loving the feeling of her heart beating under my hand. I cup her breast, running my thumb over her nipple until it beads and she makes another little noise. Her eyelashes flicker, but her eyes don’t open.
Ezra and West break apart and West turns his attention back to Berlyn. He lifts himself a little higher from her chest, starting to increase his pace as he drives into her. She spreads her legs, and Ezra joins us on her other side.
He strokes her hair, cheeks and lips, while I tweak and roll her nipples between my fingers, and West grips her hips, tilting them up to meet each one of his strokes as they grow in intensity.
Berlyn’s eyes continue to flicker, her sighs and moans growing louder as we work her body in a fervor. This time there’s no fear of her waking up and hating this. We already know she wants this, wants us. In all our monstrous ways, she can take everything we have to give her and more.
She’s slow to wake, but when she does her eyes don’t fly open in confusion and fear.
She blinks a few times, a dreamy haze still lingering as she catches sight of me and smiles.
Her mouth parts into an oh as her body ebbs and flows with West’s direction, making her orgasm wash through her like a slow crawl of pleasure making her melt back into the pillows.
I love watching her come. The way we can pull such different types of orgasms from her body. How each one leaves its mark in a unique way and she responds in a totally new manner. I could spend all day memorizing all the sounds and faces she makes as we wring pleasure from her every pore.
“My shadows,” she murmurs sleepily, turning to Ezra and nuzzling into his hand like a small kitten. He may have been on to something with his nickname. She does act like a small fuzzy little critter. One I want to pick up and keep in my pocket at all times.
Weston chuckles, running his fingers up her torso, in between her tits, up until he catches her chin in between his index finger and thumb, forcing her to look at him. Her pink tongue darts out, licking over her lip and he leans down into her, chasing the movement with his own tongue.
She leans up, following him when he pulls away from her. All it takes is for her pout for him to cave, and give her exactly what she wants. Leaning back down he catches her in another kiss and I can’t help but laugh. He’s such a sucker.
Berlyn pulls away, licking her lips and staring at him in confusion. “West, are you bleeding?”
My laughter only grows, shaking the bed under us.
The way he smirks and darts his eyes towards me is enough answer for her.
Her head tilts to the side, eyes flashing between the two of us and I can see the cogs spinning in her head as it dawns her.
She hasn’t had any reaction to us being together so far and I wonder if this is going to be the moment that everything blows up.
It all has been too good to be true. What if this is what breaks it all?
West and Ezra are also frozen on the bed as Berlyn’s face morphs into one of disappointment and my chest begins to cave in on itself. She smacks West, the slap against his bare chest feeling like a strike against my own.
“Did you bite him?” she hisses. “Hard enough to make him bleed? Oh my god,” she continues, studying my lip. “He’s going to have a fat lip tomorrow.”
Wait. What?
West opens his mouth and closes it once more. None of us quite sure what her reaction means. She waits for his response, cocking her head and gesturing to him to get on with it.
“He liked it?” West murmurs, his voice quieter but with none of his usual softness.
Berlyn’s head snaps in my direction. “Did you?”
I click my tongue, still confused about what’s happening. “Kind of?”
“Oh,” she says, sighing and patting West on the chest where she hit him. “Then that’s okay.”
I look for Ezra and his eyes meet mine as we silently communicate over the two others. West and Berlyn are in their own silent exchange. Neither one of us are totally positive Berlyn understands our relationship though. What she’s being brought into. If her words are meant as acceptance.
Wait.
Does she understand what we want at all?
She doesn’t think this is only a hook up? Right?
Ezra can feel my rising panic as I realize we haven’t truly confessed our feelings to Berlyn yet and gives me a subtle nod. He’s going to take care of it.
Is this how Berlyn felt when we kept showing up randomly and she would word vomit?
Because I have to be honest, the idea of hurling all of the words running through my head right now seems cathartic.
It would completely ruin the image she has of me, but I imagine I would feel so much lighter afterwards.
Before Ezra can gear up whatever plan he has percolating, West runs his hand through my hair. His eyes still locked with Berlyn. “I love him,” he says simply, and the stupid man actually makes my heart skip a beat.
Berlyn nods. “I know.”
Does she really though?
West turns to Ezra, who is watching the interaction with the same panic I’m feeling. “And Ezra,” he continues, his thumb brushing over Ezra’s bottom lip where a bit of my blood is smeared.
Her lips twitch as she watches them. “I’ve gathered that,” she teases.