Chapter 15
IVY
Seb pokes his head around the door for the hundredth time. He’s trying to help—they all are—but it’s not working. Nothing is.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” I groan.
Bram sits at the far end of my room, pretending to read a book. His eyes dart up from the pages to check on me when he thinks I’m not looking every few minutes.
After a shower and some food, I’m feeling better physically but mango-scented shampoo, room service, and clean sheets haven’t stopped hammering thoughts from plaguing me.
“We know,” Seb says, despite his actions. “I thought you might want a drink.”
Bram growls in disagreement, spotting the vodka bottle in Seb’s hands. Alcohol won’t change anything, but it could dull reality temporarily. Hey, what did I have to lose? We’re all going to die soon, anyway.
“Sorry, man.” Seb senses Bram’s discomfort. “I didn’t think… I just thought it might help her.”
The atmosphere is tense between them as I take the bottle from Seb and after I take a swig I offer it to Bram. “Do you want to join me, Bram?”
Bram stands, but Seb catches my wrist with a firm grip.
“No,” he says. “Bram doesn’t drink.”
From his serious tone, there must be a bigger story behind Bram’s sobriety that I don’t know about, but I won’t press him.
Bram shoves past, knocking into Seb’s shoulder and making a B-line for the mini-fridge to grab a can of fizzy pop instead. He cracks it open and sighs loudly after drinking to make a point.
“I guess I’m drinking alone then,” I declare, glugging another mouthful that burns my throat. I wince. “Is this shit the best they have?”
“Apparently,” Seb says, taking the bottle and tucking it safely under his arm while Bram glowers on. “I’m not trying to get you drunk, though. I just thought it might take the edge off to help you sleep.”
Something tells me he won’t let me get my hands on the bottle again.
“I’m only trying to help,” Seb says to Bram.
Bram tilts his head sarcastically. Don’t you think you’ve helped enough? I love his sass.
“If we’re all going to die, why not live for the moment?” I say, picking up the hotel menu and scouring the options. “Why don’t we order caviar? I’ve never had that. Or the little cheesecakes with gold foil? How about the thousand-pound bottle of champagne?”
My depression spirals into hysterical mania. I’ve been living a lie for five years. I need to drown everything out and forget.
“Or I could ask Callen to fight me?” I suggest. “He wouldn’t hold back, and I’d love to put him on his arse.”
“I’m sure we’d all love to see that,” Seb says softly. He bites his lip, now looking as concerned as Bram. “But we could talk about what happened yesterday instead?”
“Talk?” I cackle. “No, I’ve done enough talking and thinking.”
Hell, my thoughts have consumed me, and I need to silence them. I have to forget. I’ll do anything to block it out. With my default option of killing to forget being out of the question, fucking two men suddenly seems like the best course of action.
I saunter over to Bram, swinging my hips. His eyes widen in surprise, recognising my flirty walk. I trail a finger down the centre of his hulking chest, and he catches my wrist.
“What?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes. “I’m done talking. I need something to take it all away. I need to forget the pain without gutting someone. This is how you can help.”
Bram hesitates and nervously glances at Seb, who shifts his weight from one foot to the other, unsure whether he should leave the room. He clears his throat to remind us he’s still here. I turn my attention towards him. He’s infuriating, but I’m glad he’s finally taking a stand against Freddie. With the alcohol softening my mood, I can’t deny he looks hot as fuck. Taking out my anger by riding his cock would be a healthy way to deal with my emotions, right?
“You said you want to help me,” I say, inching my body close to his. Our noses are inches apart, and he inhales sharply. “Or are you going to refuse like Bram?”
“We don’t want to take advantage of you,” Seb says gruffly. “You’ve had a few drinks. It’s been a rough few days. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”
I laugh.
“I’m a big girl, and I can make my own decisions. I’m not drunk and I know what I want. If you guys aren’t willing to help me out…” I head for the door. “Then I’ll find another guy willing to fuck my brains out.”
Bram’s expression darkens, stepping closer and casting me under his shadow. Hell fucking no. Seb’s jaw clenches in fury at my suggestion. I might have lost some power recently, but the two of them are my puppets now.
“What’s wrong?” I tease. My top buttons up at the front, and I undo the top one to give them a glimpse of my cleavage. They try to resist, but their eyes are drawn to my tits like moths to the light. “Jealous?”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Seb says, his voice thick with lust and desire.
I guess that answers my question. Even the Dukes have a weakness. Sex is a currency I’m happy to trade in.
“I thought you weren’t going to be like Freddie,” I goad him. “The Dukes have held me prisoner before, and look at how that turned out.”
“I’ll never hold you against your will,” Seb replies. “But it’s dangerous out there, and the Killers Club are looking for us. We want to keep you safe.”
“I can keep myself safe,” I remind him. “You know what I need, Seb. If you don’t want to give it to me, someone else will. Don’t you want me?”
Seb loosens his tie, awkwardly glancing at Bram. “Of course we do. But I want to be sure that this is what you really want.”
“Sex is just sex.” I roll my eyes. “If you can’t separate that from your emotions, that’s your problem. I need to forget.”
“Then we’ll give you what you need,” Seb says. “We’ll do anything.”
I hadn’t expected him to break so easily. I gasp as his body slides up against mine from behind. He grasps my hips and pulls me away from the door.
“Are you sure about this?” Seb whispers.
His breath tickles the nape of my neck as he sweeps my hair out of the way to plant a dainty kiss. Bram approaches from the front. His giant frame body closes in on me, and he gently runs his huge hands down the sides of my body, caressing my curves. He keeps moving downward until he reaches the hem of my t-shirt. His thumb sneaks underneath, softly circling my hip bone.
“Is this what you need?” Seb murmurs.
“Yes,” I groan.
With my approval, Seb’s hands run up the backs of my thighs and tickle my sensitive skin from underneath my short skirt.
“All we want to do is take care of you,” Seb says.
I’ve never been with them at the same time before. Bram doesn’t strike me as a man who likes to share, yet he doesn’t seem to mind as he leans to kiss me. His hands creep over my stomach, snaking upwards to my bra.
I moan into his mouth while Seb’s hands slip between my legs to stroke my inner thighs. I quiver under his touch, almost falling over, but neither of them let me. I’m caught in the middle of a sexy man sandwich and going nowhere.
I glance down to see Bram’s hard cock defined through his jeans, and Seb’s erection digs into my arse.
“We’re going to look after you,” Seb purrs.
Usually, I’d hate to hear those words. I’m a woman who can take care of herself. I don’t need a man to look after me, yet this is different. Their intentions are almost comforting. While Daisy’s words haunt me, I need to believe that I’m not alone. My whole life and purpose have been crushed, and the Dukes are holding me together, whether I want them to or not.
“Make me forget,” I beg. “I need to forget everything.”
“Shh.” Seb’s voice sends tantalising goosebumps racing down my spine. “We’re going to make everything alright.”
Bram looks over my shoulder, a question in his gaze. Whatever response Seb gives is a signal for Bram to begin undoing my buttons. My tits strain against the fabric, and I breathe a sigh of relief as he sets them free. Bram takes one of my sleeves and Seb takes the other. Together, they slip them from my arms, and then both kiss along my shoulders to make me tremble.
I moan as vibrations shimmy over my skin. They’re in no rush and take their sweet time, letting me savour every moment of this experience. Bram cups my breast and squeezes, drawing a loud moan from the back of my throat.
“She likes that,” Seb groans.
He yanks my skirt down, letting it fall to the floor, and leaving me standing in my underwear.
“More,” I plead. “More.”
This isn’t enough. I don’t want gentle teasing. I want to forget. I need them to give me everything.
Seb unhooks my bra and throws it aside, leaving Bram free to find my hardened nipples. He rolls my pink peaks between his fingers, applying varying pressure that sends tingles shooting through me.
Seb explores my inner thighs again, his touch still gentle and teasing despite my request. He slides his hand higher, and my eyelids flutter closed, surrendering to the sensations as he skims over the top of my damp panties.
“She’s so wet for us, Bram,” Seb says.
I hear the smile in his voice as he sweeps my panties to the side. His index finger dips between my pussy lips, sliding along my slickness, and leaving me craving more.
He withdraws and growls possessively, “Let’s get her into a more comfortable position.”
Bram doesn’t need to be given an order twice. He draws me into his arms, cupping my arse and lifting me effortlessly. I wrap my thighs around him and make eye contact. His gaze burns with a desire that scorches my skin while I grind against his hardness, unable to stop myself. He throws me onto the bed and, instead of waiting for Seb to join, climbs on top of me.
I claw at his back. My nails sink into his muscled shoulders, then tear his t-shirt over his head. Before I can kiss him again, he’s already moving down my body. He pauses when he reaches my panties for a second, then rips them off, tearing through the lace fabric like it’s tissue paper.
He groans at the sight of me, forcing my knees apart, then plants a singular kiss on my clit that makes my toes curl. Although he can’t use his tongue, I bury my hands in his hair and hold his face there. I move my hips and grind against him, letting his mouth pleasure my pussy, and coating his chin in my wetness. As I loosen my grip to allow him a chance to breathe, he takes the opportunity to circle my entrance with his finger. I yelp as he pushes inside me. He finger fucks me like a pro, expertly finding my G-spot, and applying pressured strokes that make me writhe underneath him.
Seb watches from the sidelines with a grin, sporting a tent of his own. He looks like he wants to dive in, but waits for an invitation. I could torture him by only letting him watch—it’s what he deserves—but two is better than one…
“What’re you waiting for?” I ask Seb, jutting my hips to crush my clit against Bram’s velvety lips.
Seb undresses slowly, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his inked, muscular torso. Fuck, he’s hot…
Suddenly, Bram distracts me from the strip-tease by catching my clit with his bottom lip, and I gasp. He nibbles gently while he slides another two fingers inside me, stretching me out and getting me ready for his gigantic cock. His motions become more aggressive as the bed dips when Seb joins us.
“Fuck!” I moan. “I need you.”
Bram pulls away, smiling. His chin gleams from being soaked in my wetness.
“I want to see you ride him,” Seb encourages. “While I’m eating your arse.”
Bram shrugs off his trousers in record time and slides into position beside me. If this is the first time he’s been naked around Seb, it doesn’t show. He doesn’t seem self-conscious at all. We change positions, and I climb on top of him, positioning my knees on either side of him and trapping him beneath me while Seb watches in admiration. I lower myself onto Bram’s cock and have to remind myself to breathe. Holy shit! I remember him being big but that stretch is delicious.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Seb compliments.
He watches as I slather Bram’s member in my juices, drenching him. The veins in his cock strain, making me smirk, and I decide to give him what he wants.
I lean back, enjoying having both of their eyes on me, as my tits bounce with my motions. Seb moves out of my line of vision as I drop to lean on my elbows, pressing my breasts up against Bram’s perfect pecs. Bram grabs my hair, pulling my face to meet his. He doesn’t kiss me, but his heavy breathing warms my face, and his intense gaze tells me how much he’s enjoying this.
Meanwhile, Seb disappears from view and I feel the bed move with his weight as he positions himself behind us, giving him the best view, and he lets out a longing sigh.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Seb says. “Your pussy is taking him so good.”
Seb parts my cheeks and positions his face between them, his stubble makes me tingle as his tongue darts out to lick and tease me. The changing sensation causes my pussy to tighten and pulsate, which makes Bram buck in response. Seb takes that as approval as he grasps my arse harder and starts feasting, using his tongue to explore me. I push back against him, wanting more. The sensations are dizzying and overwhelming, but fucking amazing.
Suddenly, Seb replaces his tongue with a finger. He gently probes my hole, and I slow my hips, which drives Bram insane. I’m tight, but I feel myself stretch as Seb slides a finger into my arse.
“Do you want more, Ivy?” Seb purrs.
“Yes,” I demand. “I want to be completely filled.”
Being filled in both holes at once will give me no space to think about anything else.
“I’ll be right back,” Seb promises, popping his finger out.
In reply, Bram thrusts hard and deep, holding my hips to keep me in place. His jaw clenches as I rotate my hips, and he groans as if to say, If you keep doing that, I’m going to explode.
I pause, wanting to suspend on the edge for as long as possible.
Somewhere in the room, I hear Seb’s hurried footsteps. Seconds later, he returns, and a squirt of warm, sticky liquid runs down my arse.
“This won’t hurt, Ivy,” Seb promises, massaging it in.
I don’t care if it does. This has to be an all-consuming experience that takes everything I have to give.
The head of Seb’s cock rubs against my entrance. Bram senses what’s happening and allows me to position myself flatter to give Seb a better angle. They both have huge dicks—will it be possible to squeeze both of them inside me at the same time?
“If you want me to stop at any point,” Seb says, “just tell me, and I will.”
“I don’t want you to be some prissy royal prince,” I snap, casting a ‘challenge accepted’ look over my shoulder. “Just fuck me already!”
He smiles mischievously. Shit, his messy hair makes him look even sexier than usual.
Seb inches into me gently, which, despite my command, I’m grateful for. I try not to wince as I widen to take him. The lube makes it easier, but there must only be half of his shaft inside me when he moves back and forth to loosen me up to make more room. After a few motions and rhythmic deep breaths timed with his thrusts, my initial discomfort dissipates and gives way to a whole new realm of pleasure.
Feeling confident enough to move again, I ride Bram, which also allows me to fuck Seb at the same time. I can feel Seb’s cock rubbing against Bram’s through the delicate skin separating them. The hot friction causes a building pleasure that makes me let out a primal moan.
“Fuck!” I cry as Seb spanks my arse, driving himself deeper.
“I’ll hold her still, Bram,” Seb says. His instincts have taken over, and now he’s finally willing to give me exactly what I need. “She’s ready.”
They work together as a perfectly synchronised team. Seb thrusts deeper into me, holding my hips, while Bram fucks me violently from beneath. Bram’s quick thrusts make my breath come out in heavy bursts as they bring me closer to an explosion.
“Bram,” I moan. My body tightens, holding them both prisoner. “I’m going to…”
An orgasm ricochets through me, setting every nerve ending in my body ablaze. The usual pressure released from coming has nowhere to go. Both holes pulsate from my release, hugging and squeezing both of their cock’s simultaneously. Bram doesn’t stop, though. I see stars in my vision as he keeps fucking me. My orgasm seems endless.
Somewhere, amongst my moans and their grunts, Seb thrusts too. His extra motion intensifies my pleasure, so much so that I’m convinced I’ve never felt this level of bliss in my life.
“Yes,” I moan. My thighs quake while I hold myself suspended in position as they fuck me like it’s an Olympic sport. All I can do is take it. “Fuck, yes!”
The waves of my orgasm roll over me again and again. Every time I think I’ve peaked, the feeling of being filled brings me back to the point of no return and sends me on another tailspin of pleasure bigger than the last.
“I want you to fill me with cum,” I order between breaths.
Bram’s hips jerk, unable to contain himself as he thrusts as deep as he can. A burst of warmth fills my pussy, and I keep him buried inside me, wanting to keep it all and not lose a drop, while Seb gently withdraws.
Panting, I roll off Bram to see Seb rolling a condom off of him and launching it at the nearest paper bin. His cock is still standing to attention.
“I’ll be right back,” Seb says.
I face Bram, who is grinning from ear to ear. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear tenderly. Better now?
“That was…”
Bram silences me with a kiss.
“Did you think we were done with you?” Seb asks as he returns from the ensuite. His cock shines from a quick wash. “We have all night, you know.”
“Seb…” My voice trails off, still unable to catch my breath.
I know I demanded pleasure, but how much can a girl take?
Seb climbs back onto the bed, wanting to answer my silent question. He parts my legs and dives onto my cum-filled pussy. I gasp as his tongue probes my clit and slides between my lips. I’m a mess of lube and cum, but he doesn’t give a shit.
He pauses for a second and looks up. “Is it greedy that I want to fuck you in both holes?”
“Yes,” I reply. “But I won’t complain.”
My thighs are still shaking too much for me to move, but Seb grabs my thigh to rest my leg over one of his shoulders. He enters my pussy, sliding in easily with one thrust, while Bram’s hand slides down the front of my body and rests on my clit.
It’s different from the wild, animalistic frenzy we got swept up in before, but the change makes every touch much more intense.
“She feels fucking incredible, Bram,” Seb says. “Ivy… you’re…”
Bram’s thumb pushes hard on my clit, circling and making me moan. They’re playing with my body like I’m their toy, and I’m so here for it. Seb holds my leg for support, using it to leverage himself deeper.
“I want you to gush all over my cock,” Seb commands, fucking me harder.
Bram’s clit rubbing quickens. It’s too much, too intense, and all-round, too fucking good. It should be illegal to feel this good!
“I…” I can barely talk. “I…”
“That’s right, baby,” Seb grunts between thrusts. “Soak me.”
And I do. I come hard, with my eyes open, while watching his cock slide in and out of me. Watching me come all over him seems to turn him on even more and ignites something that makes him go crazy. He fucks me, harder and harder, as Bram coaxes pleasure from my core.
“Fill me, Seb,” I order, almost positive I can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck!” he groans, coming on demand. He empties himself inside my pussy. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Holy shit indeed.”
Suddenly, a knock on the hotel door interrupts us.
“Fuck off, Callen!” Seb roars. “We’re busy.”
Callen ignores him and strolls right in, leaving us no time to cover ourselves.
“What part of ‘fuck off’ don’t you understand?” Seb barks.
“It looks like you’ve all been having fun,” Callen says. “You know, I’d have been happy to join the party.”
Callen’s hungry eyes linger on my body, and he licks his lips like a wolf eyeing its prey. Bram, reading his expression, grabs the nearest pillow to cover me, even though it’s nothing Callen hasn’t seen before. The big man’s protective side is pretty cute. Obviously, Callen would have been happy to join. Knowing him, he was probably wanking off outside the door.
“What do you want?” I snarl at him.
“As much as I didn’t want to disturb your fuck fest, something urgent has come up.”
We all sit up abruptly as if he’s thrown a bucket of cold water over us. Typical Callen, always the person to ruin a mood.
“What happened?” Seb asks sharply.
Callen taps his watch. “You’d all better shower pronto because Freddie has news.”
“Is he okay?” Seb asks.
Although he sent him away, he still cares about him.
Callen shrugs like Freddie’s wellbeing is the least important thing and says, “He found her.”
My throat constricts. “Found who?”
“Actually, she found him,” Callen corrects himself. “Daisy wants our help.”
After being so focused on physical feelings, reality returns and thuds around us like a brick wall falling onto the four-poster. Whatever she said to me at the mansion, Daisy is still my sister. If she needs help, I won’t let her down again.