Chapter Eighteen
Fucking hell this man. I mean, kegel balls? Really? Well, I guess they worked, didn’t they? I was completely and utterly hypnotised. I had no reins of control anymore. I just wanted him to take me.
Claim me. Fill me with his need. And his…seed. No—I can’t do that again. I won’t. But I wanted to. If I could just use my fucking words…god damn it! My brother and the ways he could get under my skin. Jesus. Has he not tortured me enough?
I desperately wanted his possessive, webbed heat to flow straight into me. I wanted him to fill me so much that he could smell himself seeping from my pores. Marking his territory. It was so wrong, but I didn’t care anymore.
I wanted to be back on his lap more than anything, but I just had to sit on this thing first. The coolness from the shifter quickly warmed inside me as I lowered myself over the glass toy. I fell away in my thoughts and sensations, barely able to focus on Drip’s words as he told me to make myself cum. Which was painfully close. But that was the thing about orgasm control and denial…it took fucking ages to bring it back again.
It took everything out of me to use my legs as balance as I lifted and lowered slowly over the glass. In the very corner of my eye, I saw Roe and Ivy. They had moved from the bonnet of my car to the back seat. A smile turned my lips for a split second. I knew he couldn’t resist a woman like that. I wanted Drip to myself. All I had to do was send Roe a photo of her ass and he was screeching down the road in minutes. Besides, there was no way I was sharing my brother in our current predicament—this was between me and him.
If I could manage to keep Roe busy, then I could have my brother back…the way he was. I still wanted Roe and the way he made me feel. But not then. And then there was Mitch. Fuck…Mitch.What happened, is he okay? I hadn’t heard from in…weeks. Fuck.
I felt the sensation of dizziness run through my head. I couldn’t focus anymore, the pulsating need in my pussy hurting so much that it was tightening my stomach. But I maintained a steady rhythm, my climax building the more I stretched to my fullest, lifting and lowering myself over the shifter.
The very thing that had spent the last few hours in my body.
Hounding me for a release.
I”m close, so very close.
But Drip just had to up it a notch, didn’t he? He turned the key and the engine began to rumble to life. “Oh. God,” I panted from the vibration of the shifter rattling inside me.
“Yes, , cum for me. Cum for your brother.” His voice broke slightly, showing its coarse rough edge through his desperate plea. “Ah!”
My body tensed as I clenched over the solid glass. A lightning pinch cracked in the low of my belly and ricocheted into my climax, releasing a steady stream of liquid down the stick that collected into a puddle on the leather. I shuddered and panted from the intensity, my head spinning from the release and my legs quivering and struggling to hold me up.
Drip grabbed me, pulling me off the stick, and sat me on his lap once more. He pushed me backward slightly and filled me with his thickened hunger, not once giving me a chance of a breath as he pumped into me.
Deep.
Hard. So hard.
I struggled to accommodate him. He was harder than he had ever been before, and he had me straddled with total possession. The tips of his fingers dug into my ass and his thumbs were firmly pressed into the arc of my hip bones as he used them to control my hips.
He adjusted his hand and moved his digit over the metal bar of my clit, swirling with need and sending me into another climax.
“I’m—ahh.” I couldn’t get the words out, the severity of pressure silencing my every thought, every word.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” he purred breathlessly. He was building his own orgasm, pounding into me through the pulsing clenches of mine. The torment of swelling from having the shifter in me for so long created a resistance of pressure in my pussy. The sounds of our juices collided between us, clacking with each thrust as we fucked our stupid love song to bed.
My climax finally deprecated and I could use my head again. I think?
“I want you to fill me,” I begged.
“What?” He sounded like he was in autopilot, short-circuiting from my wetness.
“I want you to cum inside me, please.”
“What happened last time, T?” His voice was suddenly stern and in full control, yet seemingly disappointed in my demand.
“Fuck last time. Just do it, please,” I begged, a tear of desperation forming under the lid of my eye but not yet falling. I pivoted my hips to take him even deeper again until I almost gagged from the pressure, and in turn, the warm droplet crawled down my cheek.
“Fuck.” He winced, pulling me closer and stealing a kiss from me before sucking my tit into his mouth.
He thrust deeper and harder into me with a second or two between each one, like he hated to hurt me and loved it in unison. I had wanted him to cum in me since the last time I felt it happen. There was truly no better sensation than being filled like that.
But that was with Phantom, not Drip.
I couldn’t tell Drip. I wouldn’t. My secrets had to stay in the tomb that was my fucking soul.
I couldn’t have gone to a fucking doctor. He would have found out who”s it was in some way or another. I couldn’t tell anyone. I was alone. What a fucking mess. How would Drip still love me if I told him that I killed his brother, let alone was carrying his bastard child? I had to take matters into my own hands. I did it myself.
Drip had found me in the bathroom.
Unconscious.
Covered in thick crimson.
Naked.
With a bleach bottle sitting beside me around a row of needles and an old coat hanger on the floor. He hadn’t told me anything else about what happened other than how terrified he was of losing me. I was all he had left.
Both he and I hadn’t been the same since. It completely destroyed Drip seeing me that way. He hadn’t let me from his sight since, even going as far as setting up cameras and wiring my phone. Watching me everywhere I went, everything I did. Everyone I did.
“I’m going to cum, Twister. Cum with me.” Drip circled at my clit again and spiralled me into another climax. “Yes, that’s it.”
I pulsated around him through my orgasm and felt an absence for a second before a warm wave of his cum threaded over my clit. Intensifying the fireworks in my pussy even further. “Good girl. Good girl.”
“Oh, fucking hell, Drip,” I squalled. But I needed more. I knew he wouldn”t cum in me, not without having a vasectomy. One day my brother will own me, in the same way I owned him.
Savagely.