Chapter 11
Eleven
Wraith
Merit was a trembling mess in my arms as Ike worked to clean up the cum dripping out of his ass.
He’d taken Ike so well, had been desperate to have my brother inside of him.
Now, it was my turn to take care of him, to do my best to be soft with him since it wasn’t something Ike was capable of, even if he tried. It just wasn’t in his DNA.
Merit made a small noise when I gripped the back of his thighs and lifted him, carrying him out of the shower.
Water dripped off of us as I made my way across the bathroom and into the bedroom.
No doubt, the sheets would be wet by the time I finished with him, but that was a problem for later me to deal with.
Current me needed to be inside of him. To fuck him slow and deep so he knew we still cared about him. So he knew we always wanted him.
Right then, I just needed to get my man on his back so I could take him apart and show him what it was like to be fucked by a man who truly cared about him. I knew without a shadow of a doubt if I could love anyone, I would love him. Irrevocably.
But I did care about him. I might not be able to love him, but needing to make sure he was safe and happy? It was a fucking priority.
Merit gripped my waist, his wide, pretty eyes locking on mine.
His cheeks were still flushed, no doubt due to a mix between his orgasm and the hot shower.
But fuck, I was here for it. Seeing him fall apart for Ike had been goddamn surreal.
He’d been so fucking beautiful as he cried and moaned and sobbed in our arms.
“Can you take more?” I asked him.
He huffed and rolled his eyes. A grin tugged at the corners of my lips.
“If you think I’m only about to have Ike fuck me tonight, you’ve lost your mind,” he grumbled.
Then, he wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his.
“I don’t need gentleness, Wraith. I just need you to own me, but be…
soft about it.” His cheeks darkened at his request.
Leaning up a little, I frowned down at him. “Little killer, we don’t own—”
“You do,” he rushed out. A frantic look entered his eyes, and my chest tightened.
Seeing him distressed made me feel wrong.
“Please. I need you to.” Ike settled on the bed beside us, his brows furrowing low over his eyes as he stared at Merit, trying to figure him out.
“I don’t know how to be without an owner any longer.
But I know being owned by you two is different. So… please. Let me have this.”
I clenched my jaw, but seeing the desperation in his eyes…
I conceded. Leaning down, I molded my lips to his again, kissing him soft and slow.
But clearly, he didn’t want that because he licked my bottom lip, seeking entrance.
Growling, I wrapped a hand around his throat and took control once more, giving him what he wanted.
Soft and gentle would have to come later as Ike and I cuddled him between us. Because Merit was snapping my fucking patience and my control like a goddamn glowstick.
Pushing his legs back, I damn near folded him in half, then prodded my fingers against his entrance. He moaned long and low, making a small noise when I pressed inside of him. He was still wet and sloppy from Ike using him, and fuck, I was about to make an even bigger mess of his tight little hole.
“You’re ours,” I growled against Merit’s kiss-swollen lips. “And every fucking day, we’re going to breed you. Fuck you. Warm our cocks inside of you.”
He nodded frantically, clinging to me. His nails dug into my skin, damn near drawing blood. “Please. Yes. That. I want that,” he panted.
“Then you’ll have it, little killer,” Ike rumbled. Gripping our man’s hair, he yanked his head back so he could kiss him. And I sank inside Merit in one go, groaning as I did so. Merit whined, his thighs squeezing my hips for dear life.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I moaned. Curling my fingers around his muscular thighs, I yanked his ass onto my lap and began to fuck him, my eyes never leaving his face as I slammed in and out of his needy body. “Fuuuck, I think you’re an addiction.”
His fingers curled into the bedsheets, breathy little grunts escaping his throat with every thrust forward.
Ike kept kissing him, damn near choking our man with his tongue before letting him breathe just long enough to return the color to his face before doing it all over again.
And every time Ike did that, Merit’s ass tightened around me so much, it was a fucking miracle I didn’t blow my load thirty seconds into fucking him.
My balls drew up tight. I was so fucking close. Every little noise Merit made drove me closer and closer to the edge, and every sloppy noise his hole made around my cock drove me to the brink of insanity.
“I need to come, little killer,” I snarled, bending over him. Ike moved out of my way, and I gripped Merit’s throat, kissing him so hard, our lips split and bled between us. The taste of copper exploded on my tongue, and that was it.
I gritted my teeth as I flooded his hole, doing my damnest not to be too fucking loud because fuuuck, it was the best fucking thing I’d experienced.
Or that was what I thought until he came, too, his ass clenching around me so damn tightly, I fucking saw stars. My vision whited out, and it took every bit of my strength to keep from collapsing on top of Merit.
We rolled to the side, and I gathered him close, both of us breathing hard and heavy. I was vaguely aware of my brother curling behind Merit, the two of us sandwiching him between us.
“We need to clean you up. Change the sheets,” I panted before pressing a kiss to the top of Merit’s head.
He shook his head and yawned, his jaw cracking as he did so. “Later,” he mumbled, his words already thick with sleep. “Wanna nap.”
Ike tightened his arm around Merit’s waist. “Then sleep, little killer. We’ll keep the monsters away.”
A small smile tilted Merit’s lips. “How does that work when you two are the most feral monsters of them all?”
I snorted a laugh. “We’re feral for you, little killer.” I stroked my thumb across his hip. “Sleep.”
Ike looked at me over Merit’s head. “We own him, Wraith.”
I nodded. It hadn’t been our plan, but Merit had begged for it. “He’s ours,” I agreed.
And I hoped Merit knew there was never any escaping us. Especially not now that he’d begged us to own him.
Ike and I didn’t share our belongings with anyone but each other.