Chapter 13 #2
Lucian was a much better actor than Seb, but something still felt off. I braced a hand on the counter, studying him, chewing on my lip.
His pupils were blown wide, his gaze flitting from my mouth to my eyes like he was trying to solve a puzzle and kept getting the wrong answer.
Lucian was usually all confidence, unapologetically himself. That was part of what I loved about him. He didn’t give a single fuck about being liked.
But right now? He looked anxious. I couldn’t place what, but something was off. He didn’t smell like pot, but he didn’t exactly seem sober.
“What the fuck is going on?” I muttered under my breath, mostly to myself.“I’m not sick,” I said louder. “Just a bad mental health day.”
Not a lie. Not the whole truth either.
But it didn’t require me to explain that I was apparently more fertile than the acres of farmland in our backyard.
Lucian didn’t push, and I seized the opportunity to grab the Oreos from the snack cabinet.
Normally, I’d take two and balance it with a little fruit, but I’d already accepted the fact I was going to gain a million pounds this pregnancy. So I grabbed an entire sleeve from the Costco box and tore it open.
I shoved a cookie in my mouth and crunched down. The knot in my chest loosened just a little.
Until Sebastian joined Lucian and boxed me in.
My back hit the counter as I looked between them.
“Cookie?” I offered, still chewing.
“Only if you feed me,” Sebastian said with a lazy grin.
I blinked as I chewed. “Are you going to make it weird?”
It felt like a reasonable question, because this already felt weird. Like I’d wandered into one of those pornos where someone hides their dick in a pizza box.
“Everything Sebastian does is weird,” Lucian muttered, reaching for my arm. “Come on. You need rest. Not this.”
I pulled out of his grasp. “Actually, I’m eating my Oreos. Then I’m going to bed. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
To prove my point, I held up another cookie and beckoned Sebastian forward.
He grinned, bowed his head, and opened his mouth.
I kept my eyes on Lucian as I shoved the cookie toward Seb’s lips.
Big mistake.
Sebastian caught my forearm and held it in place, closing his mouth over my fingers.
His pierced tongue flicked against the pads of my fingers, slow, teasing, deliberate. I squirmed, my breath hitching, my stomach flipping. He didn’t stop until the cookie was gone and my fingers were wet. Then he pulled back with a soft pop, officially making it weird.
“Jesus Christ,” Lucian snapped. “Can you wait until I’m not in the room to fuck my wife?”
Sebastian didn’t flinch. Just licked the crumbs from the corner of his mouth and smirked.
“You’re lucky I didn’t yank her pants down, bend her over the counter, and make you watch how her body shakes when a real man fucks her.”
Lucian’s jaw flexed like he was weighing the prison time against the satisfaction of strangling his brother.
Sebastian, unbothered, sucked my spit off his fingers.
“Come on,” he said, voice low and gravely “It’s no fun if you don’t fight me.”
I shoved another cookie into my mouth to distract myself. Then it hit me: I was already pregnant. What else could they do to me?
I looked up at Lucian, tilted my head. His expression was locked in irritation, but he didn’t push. Not yet.
There were unspoken rules between them.
They knew I fucked the other.
They knew I loved the other.
But we didn’t talk about the details. They were brothers. There were lines. Lines that Sebastian had apparently decided didn’t apply tonight.
He was high. That explained some of it.
But Lucian?
I furrowed my brow, watching him.
Something was off. He was too close. Too tense. Breathing too hard.
Then he snapped, yanking me into his chest so hard I stumbled.
“You’re not a man just because you talk like one,” Lucian growled.
“And you’re not a man just because she has your last name,” Sebastian sang, grinning. “Which also happens to be my last name, if we’re keeping score.”
He pulled me gently from Lucian’s grip, cradling me like I was something precious. Like I was a prize neither of them wanted to share, but couldn’t stop chasing.
His hands roamed my sides, slipping lower. One pressed to my stomach.
I tensed. Did Cameron tell him? He’d promised not to.
Lucian balled his fists.
“She’s not just yours,” Sebastian said, brushing his thumb across my skin. “Tell Luci you want me too. That you belong to me too.”
My heart pounded. Heat flushed my chest. But I couldn’t speak, I was too busy wondering what Seb knew, and what he was just bluffing for fun.
Lucian’s palm slid in between us, landing on my hip. He tried to pull me closer, but just ended up pressing himself against me, trapping me between them.
Their bodies boxed me in, walls of lean muscle and simmering tension.
My nipples pebbled, my knees pressed together.
“She’s my wife,” Lucian said like he was clinging to a lifeline.
“Mmm, I think she’s our wife,” Sebastian murmured. His knuckles grazed my neck, teasing.
I let out a shaky breath, body trembling under the pressure.
“You guys either need to fuck me or stop,” I said, eyes fluttering closed. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to lose my mind.”
I opened them just in time to catch Sebastian’s grin–slow, smug, and downright sinful. He licked his bottom lip like he was tasting the moment.
Lucian’s breath caught. His grip on me tightened, fingers digging into my hips like he might stake a claim right then and there.
Sebastian tilted his head, suddenly very still. “You heard her.”
He looked up, giving me a perfect view of the sharp cut of his jaw, the soft blonde stubble dusting his chin. His hair was still dyed back, but it’d started to grow out, leaving light roots poking out.
“She told me to fuck her,” Sebastian continued, not looking away from me. “Now, shoo.”
He waved at Lucian like he was a housefly.
Lucian didn’t move.
Sebastian shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Then he leaned down, kissed me, mouth open, possessive, and hot enough to melt through my spine.
I was too stunned by his sheer audacity to kiss him back at first. But Lucian’s heat behind me made it impossible not to react. His breath rolled down my neck, arms tightening around me like he couldn’t stand to let me go.
Eventually, I gave in, parting my lips, letting Sebastian’s tongue slide against mine. I sighed, fingers curling into his forearms for balance.
That was when Lucian snapped.
He fisted my hair and yanked my mouth away from Sebastian’s with a force that made me gasp. His pupils were wide, his breath ragged.
“Mine,” Lucian snarled, then crushed his mouth to mine with a violence that sent shockwaves through my whole body.
I clung to his shoulders as his tongue slid past my lips, his kiss all teeth and frustration and ownership. My knees wobbled, and I felt myself sag backward, but Lucian held me like steel.
I almost forgot Sebastian was still there, until he grabbed my hips and pulled me forward, pressing the hard line of his cock, still hidden behind his pajama pants, flush against me.
I gasped into Lucian’s mouth as Seb tugged my underwear down in one smooth motion and dragged the blunt head of his cock against my clit.
It was fast, bold, and thoughtless in the way only desire could be.
Normally, Sebastian would stop and ask; consent was deeply important to him. But not tonight. Tonight, he was high, or angry, or something.
Lucian deepened the kiss, biting my bottom lip until I moaned. His hands roamed up my ribs, reverent now, like he was trying to memorize me in real time.
A pair of hands, Sebastian’s, split my thighs wide, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his narrow waist as he drove into me in one deep, breath-stealing thrust.
My head tipped back into Lucian’s chest, breaking the kiss as a broken sob left my throat.
Sebastian groaned against my neck, already moving.
Lucian’s gaze darkened. Still, his hands never grazed his brothers as he drew invisible lines on my body like he was reclaiming territory that had been stolen.
His fingers ghosted over my curves. No rush. No grab. Just quiet reminders: I was his first.
One of his hands cupped my throat, tilting my face back until I was looking up at him upside down.
“Tell him you’re mine,” he growled.
“I–what?” I panted, barely able to think through the heat.
“Tell Sebastian who you belong to.”
His voice was harsher now, more animal than man.
I didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Every nerve in my body was already lit, and Seb’s cock kept driving into me with mind-numbing precision.
But still, Lucian’s words undid me.
I should’ve said no. I should’ve said I’m mine and this little game was dumb.
But God help me, my stomach flipped in the best possible way.
Sebastian snorted and picked up the pace, his rhythm going brutal. My back rocked against Lucian’s chest as I bounced with every stroke.
Sweat slicked the space between our bodies, sticking us together in the dark.
“If she belonged to you,” Sebastian snarled, “I wouldn’t be inside her tight little cunt. So shut the hell up, and watch me fuck our wife.”
A sound rumbled from Lucian’s chest, low, guttural, primal.
Sebastian turned my face and kissed me again, rougher this time. I didn’t even try to pull away.
Lucian’s hands slipped between us, grabbing my ass with both fists before he sank his teeth into my shoulder.
I yelped, startled. But Lucian didn’t stop.
He rammed his cock into my ass without warning.
No stretching. No prep. No mercy.
I clawed at Sebastian’s chest, biting down on his shoulder like an animal to stifle my scream.
He gasped in pain, but didn’t stop me. Didn’t even flinch.
Lucian gripped me tighter and pulled me back until I was fully seated on both of them, so full I couldn’t breathe.
Tears burned my eyes as I gasped for air.
I’d never done this before. I’d read about it. Seen it.
But I didn’t think it was actually possible.
I was impossibly full. Every movement sent sparks of pain and pleasure ripping through me, so intense it felt like my body might break in half.
And I loved it.
Every fucking second of it.
Every thrust knocked the air out of my lungs. Every movement made my body light up and seize.
Their cocks moved in alternating rhythms, Sebastian drove forward as Lucian pulled back, then they reversed, working me like they’d rehearsed this.
Like wrecking my cunt was the only thing they’d ever agreed on.
I could feel Sebastian’s breath against my throat, hot and ragged, his hand curled under my thigh to keep me open for him. Lucian’s chest was slick against my back, his arms wrapped around me.
Tears streamed freely down my face, but I wasn’t sobbing anymore. I was high on sensation. Drunk on the feral sound of their breathing.
Lucian's teeth grazed my ear. “Still with us?”
I nodded, dazed, trembling.
“She’s with me,” Sebastian said, voice like gravel. “She’s always with me.”
“Fuck you,” Lucian growled. His hand slid around to my front, and his fingers found my clit like they belonged there.
I screamed. Not because it hurt, but because it didn’t. Because it felt too good. Too intense. Too everything.
“You like that?” Lucian teased. “You like being full of us?”
I whimpered something that might’ve been yes. Might’ve been more. I couldn’t tell anymore.
Sebastian buried his face in my neck, hips snapping harder, like he wanted to brand me from the inside out. “I can feel her squeezing. Jesus, Luci, she’s about to come.”
“Not yet,” Lucian bit out.
I thrashed between them, thighs shaking, legs barely holding. “I can’t–”
“You can,” Lucian growled, circling my clit harder. “Not until I say so.”
The pressure was unbearable. I was trembling, twitching like one of them had smacked me with a taser.
Sebastian growled against my skin, “She’s close. If you want to stop me, you better do it now.”
Lucian's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Fill her. I dare you.”
Sebastian snorted as if he’d do it regardless and slammed into me one last time.
That was it.
The orgasm shook through me like an earthquake. My vision whited out, my muscles spasmed, my throat gave out on a scream that never fully made it past my lips. I convulsed between them, helpless as they tore me apart.
Sebastian came first, thick heat spilling into me as he clenched his teeth. He stayed inside for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, hand cradling my jaw like I might vanish if he let go.
Then Lucian lost control.
He grabbed my hips, slammed into me once, twice, and let out a feral moan as he came hard, his whole body shuddering against my back.
It was too hot.
Too intimate.
Too much.
And still, I needed more.
My knees buckled. Sebastian caught me, arms wrapping around my waist as Lucian slowly withdrew.
None of us spoke.
There was just the sound of panting. Skin cooling. Sweat drying.
Sebastian leaned against the fridge, still holding me. Lucian braced himself on the counter, chest heaving, jaw tight.
And me?
I stood between them, naked, shaking, sore, and entirely claimed.
Tomorrow, they’d probably come to their senses and start a fight.
But tonight, I didn’t care.
I was happy just to belong to both of them.