56. Briella
Briella
“TOUCH WHERE WE’RE ALL JOINED.”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Therapy”
“Bedroom Ceiling”
Vincent touches my hips from behind, blanketing me with all his muscles. Jude does the same from the front. Oh, God, how is his skin so soft and polished like obsidian? A sharp contrast to Vincent, with all his tattoos and battle scars.
I’m caged between two of the most masculine men in existence. And they both want inside me? At the same time?
“Here? Now?” I glance around the room at the others.
“Kinship Law, Babydoll.” Jude strokes the backs of his knuckles across my cheek. Warm tingles always break out on my skin when he does that.
“All for one. One for all,” mutters Vincent, lowering his chin to my shoulder and inhaling my hair. His hardness swells against my lower back.
Before I hardly realize what is happening, Jude has already untied the ribbon of my dress, and he and Vincent work together, removing it from my body. Like they’re in perfect synchronization, they move to my stockings, peeling them off my legs. I wince when Jude’s fingers brush against the scar.
I can practically feel Rory and Seth’s burning gazes, and Raphael’s is soul-piercing, but I focus on the men holding me, keeping me.
Before either of them can undo my bra or slide down my underwear, I reach for Jude’s belt and smile softly, taking my right to remove it.
I can already feel him tenting his pants.
He gives me that sinful smirk, and I tilt my head and bite my lower lip while sweeping the belt off.
I flinch, surprised when Vincent reaches around me and jerks off Jude’s pants.
Oh. Commando is…oh, hell. My mouth waters at the sight of Jude’s full-pierced shaft, black, thick, and silky. Every barbel, every piercing seems like it was placed with painstaking perfection. Like he used every ounce of his training for them. He probably did.
Vincent’s heavy breath drifts across my cheek, and I grow warmer, knowing it’s not just because of me. Because of Jude.
Just as I turn around to say, “You don’t have to take off—”
“Take it off, Girly,” he cuts in, just like in his cabin, offering me his armor. Except tonight? Jude will also be his shield.
I don’t wait. I shove it off, tugging it down his shoulders, exposing muscled ridge after ridge.
God, Vincent is built like a boulder. His cock throbs against my side when he’s finally naked.
Combing his hands through my hair with that same tortured expression, Vincent lowers his head and captures my mouth.
I lurch because Jude has unclasped my bra. The man before me, this fighter, my fighter, finishes the job, pulling it off me and tossing it to the floor. When he pauses just above my mouth, his nostrils flaring, I see something beyond the damage in his eyes. They’re burning now.
A tremor ripples through me, radiating heat into my center until I feel myself growing wetter, slicking my underwear. Jude chuckles darkly, reaching to cup me between my legs.
“She wet?” Vincent asks without breaking eye contact.
“She’s fucking soaked.” Jude fingers my sodden panties.
“Goddamn.”
The next thing I know, I’m on the floor with them. Jude supports me from behind with my back to his chest while Vincent spreads my thighs and carefully props my legs over his shoulders. I tip my head back, my curls falling against Jude’s chest.
“What are you—”
“Stop wiggling. Let me enjoy this,” Vincent snaps, all broody and bossy, grunting while rubbing his lips along my inner thigh.
“Did you ever—”
“No.”
My lips part, my insides clenching at his searing gaze. Possessive, protective, and hungry. Like it’s the first time he’s ever really seen a woman’s intimate area. Is it?
“Not once?” I wonder.
“No.”
His quick inhale, the rise and fall of his chest, the way his expression sharpens…like a prowling lion wanting to play with its meal first. Fire and ice crawl up my spine.
“Last night didn’t count. Couldn’t see,” Vincent clarifies as he presses his nose to my panty-clad pussy with a long draught.
One lash of his tongue to the wet fabric, and my pulse jumps in my veins. It takes all my effort not to roll my hips.
Jude lowers his mouth to the top of my head, a tender kiss on my hair. “Let him look at his woman, Babydoll.”
I haven’t felt this vulnerable since the night the arrow plunged into my leg.
Even Rory and Seth have stripped. They take turns with one another.
I can’t see Raphael from this angle, but I can see his reflection in the small mirror above the fireplace.
The predator in his eyes is enough to ignite my very soul.
With a growl, Vincent yanks my underwear off, ripping before stuffing the fabric in my mouth.
I don’t get more than a muffled protest when he dives for me.
Every lick of his tongue, every sound he makes between my legs, every sight of his muscles bulging, the smell of him—of both of them—everything drugs my senses, shocks my system.
Jude cups my breast, rolling his thumb over one nipple with his other hand on my hip. Vincent circles his tongue around my clit. And then…I’m spiraling.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, blasting into me, surging waves of pleasure through every nerve ending until I’m grinding against Vincent’s mouth, gushing sticky, feminine fluids all over his face.
“My woman,” Vincent confirms as I pant in the aftermath. His breath is labored, and it gives me a sense of power to know I did that.
He licks his lips before rising until he’s crouched over me. I nearly melt at the way he looks at me. Like I’m the planet he’s orbiting.
“How long has it been, Vinny?” —since you had sex?
“Until last night? Years.” I gulp. “They brought women to me. Every damn night.” My heart aches for him. “Nothing slow. Nothing emotional. Mindless fucking. I was a machine. Built for fighting and quick fucks, blow jobs, one-night stands.”
When he grips the back of my neck and kisses me, it’s hard and driven, demanding, opening my mouth and dragging his tongue along mine, shooting more arousal into my pussy. Heat swirls in my stomach. His entire body takes up the space between my legs, keeping me spread for him.
Now, both their hands cover my breasts. Both their fingers rub and pinch and play with my nipples, twisting and turning them every which way.
During one pause, I manage to murmur against his mouth, “Is that why you fucked me from behind in the cave?”
Sighing, he lowers his head to mine. “Couldn’t fucking look at you. Not without thinking of all the women I used, the ones who used me, the ones they used after they dropped them in my room. And then? You called me Vinny.”
Affection rolls through me when I remember what he did for me in the pit.
“This…” Vincent cups me. I hiss as he sinks his fingers into my wet folds. “The first pussy I’ve ever seen. The first pussy I’ve ever tasted. Nothing like you. Nothing like this.”
When Jude grabs the back of Vincent’s hair and hauls him up, my blood catches fire. Vincent narrows his eyes as their eyes find a stalemate. “Nothing like this,” he repeats as he stares at his partner.
“Let me taste her,” Jude commands, his eyes smoldering. “And let me taste you.”
I’m caught between two landmines ready to detonate. They come together, mouths colliding, violent. They kiss like lions starved, mauling, eating, growling, sucking, and I’m the prey between them. On each side, they grind against me, smearing pre-cum on my skin.
Jude tilts his jaw, burying himself Vincent’s mouth. Both domineering, they war for control. And when they each touch me, Jude’s hand at my throat, Vincent’s overlapping, my heart staggers in my chest, my pulse racing beneath their hands.
The second I start to inch my hand lower, wanting to sate that ache between my legs, Jude smacks at my wrist. “Oh, no, you don’t. My turn,” he scolds right before he and Vincent both turn me around, switching places.
My eyes go wide as Jude’s stare descends to my center, his eyes heady. “Rosy pink lips, shining with her fluids,” Jude admires.
“So goddamn beautiful, sexy as fuck,” Vincent groans against my back, gripping my chin and holding me up. “Can’t wait to see her stretched around your cock, Jude. And to feel her wrapped around mine, around us both.”
“You are still the most exquisite woman I’ve ever laid eyes upon, Briella,” Jude adds, cupping me, teasing and tormenting with just one finger sliding through my lips.
One mere rub of his thick thumb on my clit, and I lurch.
“Tonight, we share this pussy. It belongs to us. And we’ll shove ourselves in you so deep until you’re choking on our cocks.
We’ll burn you from the inside out. And you will know the shape of us together… inside you…all your life.”
Their dirty talk pulses more desire through me.
Jude still hypnotizes and paralyzes me with his hooded eyes.
His intensity. Sweat slicks his black skin, painting it with a delicious sheen I want to lick.
The diamond-like cut of his cheekbones. His perfectly sculpted jaw.
I’m at the mercy of two gods. And they will ruin me tonight.
Jude begins…with his tongue of fire. Tantalizing strokes, flaming wet circles.
Vincent grows harder while watching his partner eat me out.
The moment I start to turn into the bulging crook of his arm, Vincent grips my jaw and forces me to look down.
Jude flicks his eyes up, wrecking me with the dangerous intimacy only he can manage.
“Jude!” I gasp as he drags the flat of his scorching tongue along my already engorged bud, mashing it before sucking it between his lips.
He explores with purpose, driving me mad with the need tightening inside me.
My cunt creams itself, and my inner muscles pulsate, wanting to be filled.
I grip onto the sides of his neck, nails raking into the flesh, but there’s no way I could ever move that god-like jaw.