Feral

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“Both of you get out,” I tell my brothers, but they don’t move. “We’re not leaving you alone with her,” Rylan says, and it’s the first time tonight he hasn’t cracked a stupid fucking remark. No humor colors his tone. He’s all business right now.

“You need to calm down or you’re going to hurt her. How the fuck will we explain that?” Thomas, always the voice of reason, asks, walking over to me. Calm down? Impossible. I’m fucking feral for her.

Penny’s eyes are wide when she watches me undo my belt.

I’ve wanted to fuck her since before I can remember and I’m finally going to do it.

They’ll check her virginity, and that old fuck won’t want to marry her anymore.

He’s got an obsession with virgins and Penny would be virgin wife number six.

He destroys them until they are useless, then casts them out to the lower ranks to use until all there is left is a husk of what they used to be.

She’s vibrant and soft, sweet, and funny, and as much as I want to choke the sass out of her right now, I won’t let someone else do that to her.

I don’t fucking know why Dad even agreed to O’Conner, but I can’t let it happen.

I refuse.

I’d rather turn against my own family and burn this entire thing to the ground than give her up to him.

To anyone.

When I’m done with her, she’ll be an outcast, she’ll be a family disappointment, but she’ll be mine and that’s all I care about right now.

She’ll be relatively safe, and I can be the dutiful big brother and take her on as my burden.

Dad should have no issues with that.

I’ve been pulling my own weight in this family long enough that he’ll wave his hand, giving me whatever I want as he schemes on how to fix the fucking blunder that’s been caused.

She’s never been kissed, touched, licked, or fucked and she deserves so much more than what I’m about to do to her, but it’s already in motion and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

“She’s mine to do as I please with,” I tell them, like it’s common knowledge. Thomas’s lips press into a thin line like he wants to argue with me over it, but he must think better because he doesn’t utter a word.

Rylan rubs a hand over the top of his head and there’s no hint of mirth in his expression. The things we’ve done, flat out murdered people in cold blood, and he has the nerve to look like what I’m doing is making him sick.

Penny has always been our soft place to land. Whenever I come back from a hit, she’s who I wanted to see to decompress, but somehow the lines blurred, and I started feeling things for her that I’m not supposed to feel for anyone.

I’m a machine, broken apart and built back up to be the emotionless shell our father wants for his little army. But I do feel. I feel everything for Penny, and right now, pure rage is winning out. When she flashed me and my brothers tonight in that room full of people, something inside me snapped.

“I’ll stay in here. You can go. I won’t give you any more problems,”

Penny lies. She’s my only fucking problem, and she’s on my mind every second of every day.

I’m standing at the edge of the bed, and I grab her by the ankle, pulling her down so her legs hang over. I shove her dress up. I hate this fucking dress. It’s too sexy, too tight, and fits her in all the right places. I grab the hem and rip it clear down the center until she’s laying there in these white cotton panties. A more experienced woman would have on lace or satin, but not my little sister. She’s pure, kept for someone else's pleasure. She brings her hands up to cover her tits, and that makes me laugh.

“You don’t want to show them off now?” I snap at her, grabbing her hips when she tries to wriggle away from me. “You don’t want to offer yourself to everyone in the fucking room like a little slut?”

“Blake, please don’t do this. It’s not too late. I won’t tell anyone. We can just forget—”

she stops short when I pull her panties to the side and slide two fingers halfway inside her roughly.

I already know she’s wet, so I’m not too concerned. I don’t want to go too deep because I want my dick to be the first thing she has fully inside her.

She cries out from the burning stretch of my digits and if that hurts her, she’s in for a world of pain when I have my dick ripping through her virgin pussy.

I shudder in anticipation. My other hand grips her thigh so roughly I know there will be bruises, and I hope there are.

I want her to look at her body and think of me every time she sees my marks.

“Of course, you’re not going to tell anyone. I have two witnesses here that will say you're making it up for attention.

That you must have snuck off and fucked some random guy so you wouldn’t have to get married.” I smile at her cruelly and when she looks over at Thomas as if to gauge whether he’ll have my back or not, I slap her pussy hard and she cries out.

He takes a step forward, but when I glare at him, he halts his movements. “Don’t look at either of them. You look at me while I fuck you.”

If I catch her looking at one of my brothers while I’m inside her, then the feral need to claim her will turn into the need to kill her.

“Blake,” she chokes out and I realize then that she has tears rolling down her cheeks and it shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.

Her tears have my cock harder than any slut I’ve fucked could ever hope to. My little sister isn’t a crier and I’m not so self-absorbed right now to think that she’s scared of me.

She’s crying because she knows once I do this, I won’t ever let her go. She’ll never get out of this house and away from this family. Not that O’Conner would have been better, but she may have stood a chance of escaping. Now she never will.

I’m too selfish for that. She’s mine and she’ll always be mine. Even if this is the only time I can risk fucking her, she’ll stay here, and I’ll know she’s safe and that no other bastard will be lucky enough to sink inside her silky, wet pussy.

She tries to kick at me when I use one hand to pull my cock out of my tux pants. I don’t even need to stroke myself.

I’m already rock hard and ready for her. She twists her upper body, trying to flip over on the bed, and as much as I love her lush ass, I want to see her eyes when I take her.

I want to see my cock swallowed up by her tight little cunt. I have to savor it because it’ll be the only thing on my mind until the day I die.

I will be utterly consumed by this moment, and I need it imprinted on me. I line my dick up to her opening and grab her hips, but she’s fighting me the whole way.

I growl out her name as the head of my cock pushes inside her and I feel rage run through my whole body when Thomas and Rylan each grab one of her arms, holding her down on the bed, spread eagle.

I want to growl at them for touching her, but my need wins out first and I thrust hard all the way inside her so I’m leaning over her body.

“Get the fuck off her, don’t touch her!” I roar and that’s the only thing that conceals her scream as I break through her virginal barrier.

Neither of them listens, and her pussy feels entirely too good around my cock for me to fully focus my rage on them. When she goes limp, they let go of her arms, but they stay on the bed next to her.

Rylan moves his hand to stroke her collarbone, and Thomas cradles her head in his large palm, using his other hand to rub the tears away from her cheeks.

I don’t miss the way both of them are hard, but I can’t be bothered to care right now. I don’t give her time to recover.

I pull all the way out and slam back inside her and her tits bounce with the movement. Her head is tilted to the side, and she’s no longer fighting me. I pull back out and then thrust harder than the last time.

I want some kind of reaction from her, but she’ll give me nothing. I feel a sense of dread filling my chest when I look down at my dick, still halfway inside her, stretching her pussy to its limit, maybe even past the limit.

It’s covered in her blood and that should turn me on. I’ve thought about it so many fucking times it’s pathetic, but it doesn’t. I’ve ruined her chances of leaving me, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’ve ruined her completely.

I broke her and all that I am staring at are the little fragmented pieces that my rage left in its wake.

“Get out. Both of you. Get the fuck out,” I rage at my brothers, and I hate the way I can hear the panic in my own voice. I know they hear it too, and that’s the only reason they obey my order.

I watch as Rylan leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead before he gets up off the bed. He doesn’t look at me, and I don’t fucking care if he’s mad at me. I know I fucked up.

I know she’s hurt, but I can’t bring myself to pull out of her body and break the connection we have right now, even if she hates me for it.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll have your back,” Thomas tells me. I can hear what he isn’t saying. I hear the disdain in his voice.

He’ll have my back because he has to. If I go down for this, they do too. He’s mad at me for how rough I was with her, which is fucking laughable because he’s no better than Rylan and I are.

He’s done most of the same fucked up shit we have. He likes them willing though. “I don’t give a fuck, just get out and lock the fucking door behind you,”

I tell them, pulling all the way out of Penny. “We’re going to talk about this and if I find out you hurt her–” Rylan starts when he gets to the door, but pauses when I shoot him a glare.

“Go ahead, fucker. Finish that sentence. Tell me what to do with my own sister,” I snap, and she shakes his head because he thinks if he pushes me right now, I’ll go twice as hard on her.

“We’ll cover for you,” he finally says with a sad tinge in his tone before he exits and pulls the door shut behind him.

I look down at my sister lying there like a lifeless doll on her pink frilly comforter.

I thought this was what I wanted.

A pretty little bird in a cage, but now that it’s staring me in the face, I can realize that this was a mistake.

I should have just taken her away from here.

I’m sophisticated enough that we could live under the radar for the rest of our lives.

Dad and his men would never find us.

Her cheeks are flushed and tear-stained and her eyes are closed, but she’s still awake.

I can tell by the way her jaw flexes when she breathes in.

I see how badly I ripped her dress in my rage and her blood smeared on her inner thighs.

“Penny,” I say her name, but she doesn’t move.

That crowding in my chest is back and I feel like I’m going to jump out of my own skin if I don’t get some sort of reaction out of her.

I press as far inside her as my cock will go and she makes a soft sound, but I can’t tell if it’s from pleasure or discomfort.

I pull all the way out of her, and I hate the fucking feeling.

My fingers are working on my shirt before I can even think about what I’m doing.

My clothes are forgotten on the floor and I’m crawling on the bed, pulling her to lay at the top with her head resting on the pillows.

She opens her eyes but stares past me while I pull her panties all the way off.

I’m gentle, gentler than I realized I could be.

Then I work on her heels, undoing the straps and fumbling because my fingers are big and everything about my little sister is so delicate.

“You accomplished what you came in here for, you can leave now,” she says and there's no tremble in her voice.

It’s hard, something I’m not used to from her, but I’ll take it because she’s speaking to me, and I don’t deserve even that.

I toss her shoes on the floor and I catch her by the rib cage before she can roll away.

“Why are you still touching me, Blake? You got what you wanted.

Dad can’t barter me off or whatever he was doing.

I’ll live my life here as a fucking captive while you bang everyone in town.

I’ll die bored and alone, just like you want.

Get off of me.” Her voice cracks on the last few words and I feel like my chest has been cracked open.

Dad tried to beat the emotion out of us and he damn near succeeded, but when it comes to her, I feel everything all at once.

It’s overwhelming, but it’s us and I never want that to change.

“I’m not leaving you,” I tell her, moving up to hover over her, pinning her beneath me without lowering my chest to hers.

“Look at me.” I brace myself with one arm and use my other hand to tip her chin to force her to look at me, but she closes her eyes in defiance.

“I’m sorry, Penny.

I’m not letting you go.”

Her eyes shoot open at my words.

“Don’t say shit you don’t mean and don’t touch me,” she says finally, but like with most things, I don’t obey her wishes.

I let go of her face to grab her outer thigh, allowing me enough room to lower my naked body to hers.

I feel her whole body tremble and I’m fucking shuddering at the feeling of her soft, small body beneath mine.

“Are you going to rape me twice in one night?” she spits the words, twisting her body, but she’s unable to move under my weight.

“No,” I say, dropping my forehead to hers.

“I don’t want to be inside you unless you want me there,” I tell her, gasping at the feel of my heavy cock laying against her freshly fucked pussy.

“I don’t.

I don’t want you to ever touch me again,” she whispers, but there’s no malice there, only the hurt and sadness that I know I’ve made her feel.

“You’re lying,” I whisper, peppering kisses against her cheeks and tasting her tears.

“Tell me you’re lying, Penny.”

“No,” she lets out, and it’s more breath than words.

I can feel how wet she is, and all it would take is for me to shift my hips slightly and I’d be inside her fucking her like I was meant to do.

“Please,” she says, shifting her hips and my cock rubs against her clit, which has her arching up into me.

I lean down and catch her nipple between my lips, sucking and licking, something I’ve never done to another woman.

I’ve been inside them, but never bare, and I’ve never put my mouth on them.

There was never any need to, but with my sister, I want to taste every part of her.

I press open-mouthed kisses down her body until my mouth is hovering right above her sweet pussy.

My cock twitches when I get a better look at the streaks of blood on her thighs and coating around her opening.

I run my tongue up one soft leg and down the other before swiping up through her center.

The natural musky taste of her is mixed with the coppery blood and I feel heady.

Feral.

It makes me want to crawl into her skin and take residence in every orifice of her body.

There is no her without me.

It’s as if she was made from my own body and I need to reclaim it.

Sucking lightly on each lip, I feel her body start to shift.

She’s antsy but refuses to speak.

She’s too stubborn to ask for what she really wants.

I lick up and down, savoring her on my tongue and cleaning up all traces of blood before latching on and giving her clit a hard pull.

I wish she was bleeding heavier.

I would give anything to smother my face in her blood and essence and let it baptize me.

Maybe Rylan and I aren’t that different after all.

Pulling up from her lower body, I lean back over her to level my eyes directly with her own light green orbs.

“Ask me,” I implore her.

I want her to say it.

I need her to.

“I want you to be rough,” she tells me, biting her bottom lip.

“Just promise me you’ll make it hurt,” she says.

I’m already shaking my head no and reaching between us to push the head of my cock inside her raw hole.

“No, I won’t be rough.

I know what you’re doing,” I tell her, and my voice is hard again as I slowly inch inside her until I’m buried to the hilt.

She wants me to hurt her so she can hate me more than she already does, and I’ve already fucked up enough tonight.

Judging by the way she sighs when I fill her, my balls resting heavily in need of release against her ass, tell me I have a shot at fixing the damage I’ve done tonight.

I’ve tried to fight the sickness that draws me to her, and in the process, treated her like shit.

I lean down to kiss her, and she turns her head away from me, so I take the opportunity to press my face against the crook of her neck and inhale the cinnamon scent of her hair.

I lift my hips slowly, pulling all the way out, only to glide back inside her.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight for me, aren’t you?” I repeat the motion, and she moans when I nip at her neck and then soothe the bite with my tongue.

Leaving kisses over her neck and face, trying to get her to soften just a bit toward me.

I pull all the way out again and hover there.

When her hips lift, seeking the fullness only my cock can give her, I smile against her neck and sink all the way inside, faster this time.

Her small hands come up to my shoulders and then slide down my back as I pick up my pace.

“You’re such a good girl for me.

You were being such a dirty little slut for me tonight, trying to get me to snap, weren’t you?” I whisper, and my dick jumps when she softly moans.

“I’d kill for you.

I almost killed our brothers for touching you while I was fucking you,” I tell her like I’m saying something sweet instead of words of violence, but it must be what she wants to hear because her legs wrap around me and I put my arms under her head, locking her to me as my body comes down fully on hers.

Rubbing the soft strands of her hair between my fingers, getting her to relax, and urging her on.

As big as I am and as small as she is, it’s the perfect fucking fit and I love it.

I want to reach between us to rub her clit and make her come, but the thought of separating from her for even a moment has me ferally thrusting in and out of her tight little cunt.

Her little pants blow breath across the top of my curls.

I lift my head from her neck to look down at her.

All I see in her eyes now is desire and her lips are parting like she’s never felt pleasure like this in her life.

I lean down again to kiss her, and she lets me.

My fucking heart feels like it’s soaring when I feel her tongue brush against mine and her small hands move up my back, over my scars, and tunnel through my dark hair, pulling my face closer to hers.

I bite her bottom lip and demand, “Come for me, baby.

Come.

Now.” I feel her jerk beneath me and that’s all it takes for my cock to spasm and begin filling her pussy with hot come.

I thrust two more times, trying to get as deep as I possibly can, and then collapse on top of her.

I flex my hips, pushing my come deeper inside of her on instinct.

I want to be so rooted inside her that she’ll never fucking forget this feeling.

“Blake, you’re crushing me,” she whimpers, and the only thing I can muster is to turn us on our sides because I don’t want to be separated from her.

I push my softening dick back inside her and I can feel how my come has coated her pussy.

She buries her face against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, letting my hand slide down her back to rest on her ass.

Everything about this should feel unnatural, but it doesn’t.

It feels like I’ve missed so much time that should have been spent holding her like this.

I kiss the top of her head and I feel her go rigid in my arms.

“Stop,” I tell her, pushing my hips against hers and making her moan out my name.

She looks up at me and her eyes are entirely too sad for a girl who just came so hard.

“It’s going to be okay,” I tell her plainly, because that’s all I've got in me. I’m not a romantic guy. I don’t know how to express myself the way Thomas does or how to make people at ease the way Rylan can. All I have is what I feel for her, what I’ve always felt for her. “I’m going to get you out of here. You won’t be stuck here anymore,” I tell her, and she blinks at

me like she doesn’t understand what I’m saying.

“You’re going to let me go?” She doesn’t sound hopeful, only sad. “No.” I frown. “I’m selfish when it comes to you, Penny. Where you go, I go.” She seems to relax in my arms when the realization hits her. “I knew you’d come to your senses if I made you jealous,” she says,

smiling up at me. I glare at her, which only makes her smile grow bigger. I don’t for one minute think that all of this was part of a master plan, but I don’t call her out on it. I’ll let her have this. “You did, huh?” I slide my hand up her side and cup her breast, my cock hardening fully inside her.

“I didn’t think you’d take me in front of Thomas and Rylan—” I pull out and thrust inside her come-filled pussy hard, pulling out and slamming back inside her, effectively stealing her words.

“Don’t say their names,” I growl. “I don’t want to ever hear another man’s name come out of your pretty little mouth,” I demand, flipping her on her back and picking up a rhythm that has my balls slapping against her ass. “Aren’t you going to ask if I’m mad at you?” she asks cheekily, her voice breathy as I fuck into her.

“No,” I lean down and kiss her, stilling my hips so I don’t come too quickly. “It doesn’t matter if you are or not. You’re mine and I’ll never let you go,” I tell her, and she rolls her hips up against me, but I have her pinned in place.

“Well, I am, so you’re going to have to make it up to me for a long time,” she says against my mouth. “

I was so scared of being separated from you and–the two I’m not allowed to speak of right now.” She giggles and I let it slide because she’s so fucking pretty.

That sadness is creeping back into her eyes, and I hate it. She knows where we go from here isn’t going to be easy, and she’s going to have very little control over what happens.

“I hated that I couldn’t have you,” I tell her, brushing my lips across her mouth. I don’t know how to be gentle with her.

I seem to lose control and I’ll end up fucking her into the mattress every time I try, but I’m willing to practice every day until I either die or get it right.

“What are we going to do?” She strokes the side of my face and I lean down to press kisses to her neck. I want to fuck her hard and fast, but I’m trying to keep from hurting her again.

I know she has to be sore from everything I’ve put her through tonight, but as soon as she’s healed up, I’m going to have her bent over and pistoning inside her until my come is dripping down her thighs.

My dick jumps inside her at the thought, and she gasps, pulling me to her.

“I’m going to fill you with my come one more time and then I’m going to make a couple of calls.

I don’t want you worrying about it.” I tell her, pulling all the way out and then fully seating myself inside her.

Nothing has ever felt this fucking good in my entire life.

“Promise you’ll never leave me?” she asks.

“The day I die, I’m taking you with me.” I pick up my pace once again, and she arches under me.

“Promise?” I grunt out not bothering to verbally answer her. I’m too concentrated on the way her cunt is wrapped around me and my balls slapping against her tight little ass. Fuck, I can’t wait to take her there also. “Make it official, brother,” she says, looking me in the eyes. “Come inside your little sister.”

That’s all it takes; I’m fucking her harder than I even thought possible and moments later I’m filling her for a second time and collapsing on top of her.

Keeping myself locked so tightly in her so nothing can escape. “Mine,” I whisper.

“Always,” she replies. I’m just going to bask here for a few minutes and then I’ll have to lock my little bird up and keep her safe until I can figure out the safest exit plan.

We may both be bent, but we aren’t truly broken. I can only hope that my brothers will look past what happened tonight and help me get our little sister to safety.

I saw the way they looked at her tonight, and something tells me they’ll do whatever it takes, just like I will.