Preyless

Chapter 11

ELEVEN

RORY

The drive to their house was less than five minutes, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of everything. My shoulders shook as I tried to swallow my laughter down in the passenger seat—Casey opted for the back so I could have more of the heat ventilation—as Aiden turned into their driveway.

Aiden turned to me with a sideways glance. They had both taken off their masks once we made it to the car, and I was finding it hard not to drool at either of their complexions. “What’s so funny, pretty girl?”

“Erm.” I chuckled. “I joined a kink app that allows for anonymous members anywhere in the world, found not one, but two men within twenty-four hours of downloading it, and they happen to live less than ten minutes away from me, in all actuality. Not to mention I am still getting over the fact that I just came on your knee and your boyfriend, so…”

Casey popped his head in between us. I blushed brightly as he pressed a quick kiss to my cheek, and then to Aiden’s. His words followed him as he hopped out of the car. “Sounds like fate to me. Welcome home, darlin’.”

It was Aiden’s turn to laugh. He shook his head as he turned off the ignition, got out of the car, and walked around to open my door. “Oh, it’s something alright. C’mon. You need warmer clothes. Or a hot shower. Or no clothes and body heat. All of the above could work, actually.”

I stared up at him in confusion as he looked down at me expectantly. “Did you just open my door for me?”

He squinted. “...yes?”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

I blinked. “Because I can do it myself?”

“That’s fantastic news. I’m glad to hear your motor skills are still working after multiple spine-tingling orgasms. Is that supposed to be revolutionary to me, though?

” He snorted before reaching over me, unbuckling my seatbelt, and scooping me into his arms bridal-style, like I weighed absolutely nothing to him.

He was carrying me into his home like it was the most casual thing in the world. My mind reeled at the simplicity of it. “Is this normal? Guys doing this?”

His head tilted back and forth as he weighed his next set of words, climbing up the few stairs to the front door.

Casey had left it open for us in his excitement of getting out of the car, and I sighed in relief as the warmth from their entryway hit me.

Their car was warm, but the chill from the air had already reached my bones, and I wanted to whimper in relief.

“Normal? Probably not. We live in a society where people don’t actually respect their partners like they claim.

But it is normal to me, and something you should expect and get used to very quickly. I pamper those who are mine.”

My heart rate immediately sped up. “And I’m yours now? Just like that?”

I jumped as Casey’s voice sounded from down the hallway, right as he exited a room in nothing but gray sweatpants. “You could be.”

My eyes raked down the lines of muscle that covered Casey as my mouth went dry—both from the sight of the extremely muscular man and the words spoken that held nothing short of confidence. “O-okay.”

I wanted to face-palm.

Answer of the fucking year when the discussion of being owned by two strangers came into the equation.

My therapist was going to request a lobotomy for the both of us with that one.

It was as overwhelming as it was exciting, though. Because while I had known that this was what they wanted—a third added to their dynamic and a family as a whole—it was still a much different experience to hear it spoken aloud.

Anyone could give someone empty promises through a text. But I was coming to the conclusion that Aiden and Casey meant everything they said.

“I need to get out of this uniform,” Aiden said as he slowly lowered me to my feet, breaking me out of my thoughts as he walked in Casey’s direction. “Someone obviously beat me to it and forgot his manners.”

“Whaaaat,” Casey groaned in mock offense, only to wink at me. “I was more than happy to put on our gear for the darling girl, but we wear that shit way too much. It was time for the sweats. And I kissed you both, so my duties as the designated golden retriever were complete.”

I giggled and teased back, pushing any and all of my thoughts to the side. “Listen, I’m team sweatpants if it means I get to drool at both of your arms and abs. I am just a girl at the end of the day, ya know.”

“Mmm,” Casey purred as he stalked toward me. He had definitely sprayed some sort of cologne on him since changing, and the smell of spicy wood nearly made me drool. “You can touch us, if you want. I’ve heard that hands-on experience is much better than surveillance."

The blush that marred my face was intense and instantaneous.

It should have been illegal to be so horny and flirty and yet so shy in the exact same breath.

Talking to the both of these men was much easier over text.

He continued teasing me. “No? So very shy now. I could always make you, if you’d prefer that. I bet you’d be a good girl on your knees for us.”

I took a deep breath right as Aiden appeared next to Casey again in matching gray sweatpants with two glasses of amber liquid in his hand. He handed one of the glasses to Casey, and the blush on my face grew as my eyes raked over them.

Muscles.

Tattoos.

Stance.

The words they were saying.

The shape of their lengths being very visible in their sweatpants.

I felt like I was about to be eaten alive by two wolves as they stared back at me. With my shorts still damp from my arousal, my shirt still split in two from Casey’s knife, and the hunger in their eyes…

Frankly, I wanted it.

My legs shifted as my clit pulsed with need at their attention.

What has my life become?

Aiden smirked down at me. “Everything okay, pretty girl? Do you want to sit down?”

I shook my head as I forced the words out of my mouth. “What’s that you’re drinking?”

Casey responded for him. “Whiskey. Would you like some?”

“I’ve never had it before.”

Aiden smirked, almost as if a lightbulb had turned on in his head. I swallowed roughly. “You hear that, Wraithe? She’s never had any whiskey before.”

It was as if they had their own secret language as their smirks and stances began to match one another’s. Casey responded as he shook his head and walked toward me slowly. “I think we should give her a taste, yeah?”

I swallowed roughly and reached for the glass.

I probably needed the drink, anyway.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not like that,” Casey corrected before taking a swig of the liquid in his glass.

I watched in complete and utter confusion, my neck craning up at him as he drew even closer to me.

As quick as lightning, one firm hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed gently, and I gasped.

He tugged me even closer to him, our bodies flush, before he leaned down and promptly spit the liquid into my mouth.

Oh my God.

My eyes stayed wide open and locked on his as the burning liquid filled my mouth. It was an odd mix of smoke, heat, cinnamon, and caramel, yet bold enough to make my face pinch the slightest bit. A part of me wanted to cough and reject the liquid, but the other part of me craved so much more.

Casey’s eyes grew heavy as he took in my reaction. “What do you think, darlin’?”

I swallowed it down. “It’s…good.”

“Yeah? You want some more?”

Almost as if I were in a trance, I nodded my head.

He smiled brightly before angling his face back and taking another swig of the alcohol.

His other hand squeezed at my throat firmer this time as he directed me to him.

My mouth opened for him wide, and just like before, we both watched as the whiskey poured directly from his mouth and into mine.

It was the hottest thing anyone had ever done to me.

I closed my mouth this time and let the flavor of the alcohol fully sit on my tongue before I swallowed.

His hand relinquished its grip from my throat, only to move up to my mouth.

Using the pad of his thumb, he pulled my bottom lip down, only to stick his thumb in my mouth and press down on my tongue.

Exactly as Aiden had done earlier that night.

I sucked on it eagerly as though it was a chaser.

He groaned. “Good fucking girl.”

Mere seconds later, I watched as he gulped down the rest of the whiskey for himself, slammed the glass on the table with his own rough swallow, and slammed his mouth against mine.

Immediately, our mouths and tongues moved in a tandem dance—both tasting exactly like their drink of choice.

I moaned against him, unable to help the way my hips immediately shifted closer to him, too.

I needed him.

I needed both of them.

Like clockwork, Casey drew back and immediately looked over his shoulder to Aiden, who had propped himself against the doorway to enjoy the show. “Your turn, love.”

My mouth dropped and my head began to spin.

I was going to be utterly pissed if this was all a dream.

Though, as Aiden approached us and my heart began to speed to unhealthy levels, I knew better.

The heart attack I was feeling alone would have woken me up.

Quickly, Casey grabbed me and flipped us before walking backward.

I was a mere puppet on strings to his strength, but for once in my life, I didn’t find it difficult to surrender myself to another.

After a few steps, he stopped, and I could tell that his back was against the wall as my back was yet again flush against his chest.

No knife this time.

No masks.

No outside elements to scratch at us.

No danger, outside of the men themselves.

And yet, I still felt like prey.

Their prey.

It was addictive.

Aiden towered over us, just like he had in the forest. “You think you can handle some more?”

My answer was immediate. “Yes, please.”

I meant what I told them.

They may have been more strangers than not, but they had already been more considerate than anyone in my life. And it made me need them more than ever.

Plus, I thought to myself. I had their legal names if I needed them for any reason.

Aiden smiled before following in Casey’s direction.

He took a sip from the glass in his hand—a matching set with Casey’s—and swashed it around in his mouth as though it were mouthwash.

Though, when I went to open my mouth, I was cut short as his hand shot up to grip my jaw tightly.

He pinched my face, forcing my mouth to open, and spit the liquid directly down my throat.

That time, I coughed as it went directly down my throat, burning and stinging everything in its wake.

As the coughs subsided, Aiden released his hold on my face. “You got your tasting with Wraithe. But I want you to feel nice and loose for what we’re about to do to you. That one was just to get you tipsy faster.”

My eyes flit back and forth between them. “What are you going to do to me?”

Casey responded as one of his large, strong hands went from my waist and unbuttoned my shorts. I gasped as his fingers immediately pressed into the sensitive parts of my flesh expertly. “No panties? That’s alright. They would’ve been torn, anyway.”

“Didn’t think they were necessary if you boys lived up to your claims.”

He laughed. “You’d be correct. We’re going to make you feel so good, baby.”

Aiden smirked. “Maybe make you beg for it a little bit, though.”

“Easy there, Wolfe. Let’s not overwhelm the baby just yet.”

Aiden huffed petulantly before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. His touch was firmer than Casey’s, and yet, I couldn’t help how my body bent to him. It was almost like a part of me needed his firmness, along with Casey’s gentleness.

They were my definition of hot and cold.

Warmer and colder.

My hips shifted forward as Casey continued exploring me, all while Aiden devoured my mouth. I knew without a doubt in my mind that I was soaking Casey’s fingers. And he hadn’t even actually fucked me with them yet.

I was aching to be filled. Again.

My head swam between the need of them and the alcohol beginning to hit my bloodstream.

I told them as much. “I need this. Please. Please, fuck me.”

Casey groaned, and I moaned directly along with him as he slowly inserted two fingers into me. The pressure from them alone, paired with the sensitivity of my orgasm from earlier, was enough to make my back arch. “Alright, maybe I’m wrong. She sounds so pretty when she begs.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Aiden remarked as his mouth began peppering kisses along my jaw and neck. Casey only moved his fingers inside me faster.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “I’ll beg. I’ll do whatever you want. I just need this. Please.”

My back arched even more as Casey added his thumb to my clit.

Fuck, I was going to come already.

Casey chuckled. I turned my head up to look at him as his assault on my pussy never ceased.

“I feel that pretty little cunt fluttering against me. You gonna come for us already, darlin’?

We haven’t even gotten your shorts off yet, and we’re gonna make you come a second time.

This is how real men take care of their woman. Understand?”

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I moaned. I felt a bead of sweat building at my hairline between his words and their body heat. “Pleaseeeee. Dadddyyy.”

Aiden spoke next. “Come on my boyfriend’s fingers. Remind him how tight that pussy can get.”

My eyes rolled as he finger-fucked me harder than ever.

Yet again, I had never felt so good in my fucking life.

My legs shook as I neared the edge of the cliff.

Aiden’s voice sounded again, right as he shifted his head to pinch my face and look directly into my eyes.

“Come for Daddy, pretty girl. Then I’ll fuck that baby into you.

You want it? You can have it. Right here, right now.

I’ll pump my cum right into your sexy body.

All while Casey holds you open for me. I need you to come again first, though. ”

Like clockwork, my legs went to close against Casey’s hand as my climax slammed into me, only to be met with resistance as Aiden’s hands forced them to remain open.

I was the subject of both of their brutal assaults as a scream tore out of my throat. “Fuck! Fuck. Fuck, Daddy. I’m coming on his hand. Oh my God, fuck!”

Aiden growled. “Good fucking girl. Come on his hand. You can come on my cock next. Such a good girl.”

The orgasm could have lasted forever.

But it felt like it did.

My ears rang and my body went slack against Casey as the high subsided moments later. Casey leaned down to rest his cheek against my head. “Good girl. Hottest shit of my life.”

A delirious laugh left me. “You’re telling me.”

Aiden wasted no time.

With Casey’s fingers still inside of me, Aiden dropped to his knees and tugged my shorts off. I watched in rapt attention as he took Casey’s fingers out of me, locked eyes with me, and sucked my cum off of them.

Casey moaned as we both watched.

Aiden stood seconds later. “I’m going to devour that pussy soon. We both are. But I need to cum first. C’mere.”

And without hesitation, just like Aiden had said moments before—Casey hoisted me up like a doll, my head now directly next to his on the wall, and spread my legs for Aiden.