11. Lazarus #2
Ines is right in front of me now. The dress has fallen completely away.
She’s naked except for a scrap of lace between her thighs, and she’s trembling.
Not from cold, from the weight of this moment, from years of tension finally snapping but the look in her eyes is one of victory, not vulnerability.
“Lazarus,” she breathes my name like a prayer, and her voice breaks on the second syllable. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Both of you. Together. The way it was always supposed to be.”
Her hands are on me. On my chest, my shoulders, sliding down to my belt. I try to push her away, but my arms feel like they’re moving through water. Weak. Useless. My body won’t obey the commands my brain is screaming.
“Stop,” I manage to say, but it comes out as barely a whisper, and even I can hear how pathetic it sounds. What I mean is stop. What I mean is get the fuck off me.
Only, she doesn’t stop.
Her mouth finds mine and she’s kissing me, her tongue pushing past my lips with a deliberateness that makes my stomach churn even as my body responds. She tastes like cherries, sin, and every boundary I’ve ever set being systematically dismantled.
My body betrays me, responding even as my mind screams that this is wrong, that I need to stop this, that I’m being played, but my limbs are heavy, my will dissolved in whatever they put in my drink.
Konstantine’s hands are on her now. On her hips, her arse, pulling her back against him while she continues to kiss me. I can see him over her shoulder, his eyes dark with lust, but also glistening with something that looks like satisfaction.
Like he’s been carrying a plan too, and he’s finally seeing it come to fruition.
“See?” He says, and his voice is thick with emotion. “Isn’t this better? All of us together? The way it should have been from the start?”
Ines breaks the kiss, gasping, her forehead pressed against mine. Her breath comes in short, desperate pants. “I want you,” she whispers, and I don’t know if she’s saying it to me or to him or to both of us, and maybe it doesn’t matter. “I want you both so much.”
Her hands are working my belt open, freeing my cock. I’m hard. Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts but it’s more than just physical, it’s the ache of a body responding to stimulus while the mind screams in protest.
“Please,” I don’t know what I’m begging for. For them to stop? For more? For this to be some fever dream my lonely mind has conjured? “Please, I need…”
“I know,” Ines murmurs against my lips. “I know what you need. I’ve always known.”
Everything feels like it’s happening underwater. Slow, distorted and impossible to grasp, but also more real than anything I’ve ever experienced. Every touch is magnified, every breath a violation of my very soul.
Ines straddles me, her wetness sliding along my length, and the sensation is so exquisite I have to bite back a sound I don’t want to make.
Behind her Konstantine is kissing her neck, her shoulders, his hands cupping her breasts with a reverence that borders on performance.
They move together like they’ve done this a thousand times before, but there’s a new energy between them tonight, a completeness that was missing and that missing piece is me, the pawn they’ve been positioning all along.
Maybe they have done this before with other men.
Maybe they’ve been planning this for months.
The thought should enrage me but instead it fills me with a strange, hollow resignation.
She sinks down onto me and I groan, a sound torn from somewhere deep in my chest against my will.
She’s so tight, so wet, so horrifically perfect.
Her head falls back against Konstantine’s shoulder as she starts to ride me, slow at first, then faster.
Every movement feels like a manipulation, like a trap closing, like being devoured.
I can’t think, can’t do anything but feel.
I feel her cunt gripping me like she’s been made for this, for them. I can feel Konstantine’s eyes on us both, full of lust and something that looks like triumph, feel the music pounding through my veins like a second heartbeat, like the rhythm of a life I never wanted.
My hands move of their own accord, gripping her hips, helping her move. She’s moaning now, breathy little sounds that make my cock throb, but they’re also sounds of satisfaction, of a plan coming together, of years of scheming finally paying off.
Konstantine’s hand slides between her legs, finding her clit with the familiarity of a husband but the precision of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. She cries out, her rhythm faltering and the sound is half-sob, half-ecstasy.
He’s touching her while I’m inside her and the wrongness of it, the depravity only makes my body respond harder.
Beneath that heat is something deeper, something that feels terrifyingly like being trapped.
“That’s it,” Konstantine murmurs, and his voice is thick with satisfaction. “Take him. Take all of him. He’s been alone for so long, Ines. We’ve been waiting for this.”
She does. She’s bouncing on my cock now, her breasts swaying with each movement and the sight of her, this woman I’ve never trusted taking her pleasure from my body while my brother holds her, is almost too much to bear.
I can feel her getting wetter, can hear the obscene sounds our bodies make together but I can also feel her heart hammering against my chest, can see the smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp, and I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for. For being weak? For letting this happen? For all the years I thought I keeping them at arm’s length would someone how save me?
“Don’t,” she breathes, leaning down to kiss away a tear I didn’t realize I’d shed. “Don’t be sorry. Just feel. Just be here with us.”
Konstantine pulls her back, changing the angle. My cock slides deeper and she cries out, not a scream of pure lust but something more complex, something that sounds like a victory cry.
The sound goes straight to my gut, twisting it with nausea even as my hips buck up into her.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Fuck, I can’t, I can’t…stop this. Stop…”
“You won’t,” Konstantine says, and his voice is fierce with promise. “You never will. We’re in this together now. All of us.”
“Yes,” Ines breathes, rolling her hips in a rhythm that feels like a cage closing. “Give it to me. Give me everything. All the years, all the resistance, all the control you’ve been holding onto. I want it all.”
Behind her, Konstantine is working his own pants open.
I watch through half-lidded eyes as he positions himself, as Ines arches her back to accommodate him and the coordination between them, the choreography they’ve clearly rehearsed makes my chest ache with the realisation of how thoroughly I’ve been played.
He pushes into her arse and she’s between us now, filled by both of us, and the moan that tears from her throat is inhuman. Primal. But it’s also a sound of completion, of a trap finally sprung.
We move together. Some unspoken rhythm that they fall into naturally, as if their bodies have always known how to do this, have always been waiting for my defences to crumble.
When I thrust up, he pulls back. When he pushes forward, I withdraw.
Back and forth, a perfect brutal synchronicity that has Ines writhing, gasping and sobbing between us.
She’s sobbing with pleasure, yes, but also with the overwhelming satisfaction of finally getting what they wanted.
I can feel him through the thin wall of tissue separating us, can feel his cock moving in counterpoint to mine.
It’s too much. Too intense. Too wrong and too violating all at once.
It’s my brother, my blood, and the woman who’s been playing me for years. In this moment, I understand that this isn’t about connection, it’s about control, about binding me so tightly that I can never escape.
We’re not being gentle. Our thrusts are merciless as we slam into her but she’s clearly getting off on it, clearly loving the pain as much as we are delivering it but she’s also smiling now, a sharp, knowing smile that cuts through the fog in my brain.
“Please,” Ines is begging now, her voice raw, broken, and beautiful. “Please, I need… I need to come. I need to feel you both let go in me. I need to know this is done.”
“Come,” Konstantine commands, but his voice is tender, almost reverent. “Come on my brother’s cock. Come for both of us. We’ve got you. We’ve always got you.”