Chapter Twenty-Four #3
His fingers move to the back of my bra, unhooking the latch and slowly dragging it down my arms before tossing it aside. My nipples harden to painful peaks, his hot breath whispering over the tight points as his hands mold, feeling their weight.
“Such pretty tits and they’re all mine.” He feasts on them like a starved animal, his fiery tongue lashing, igniting the blood in my veins and obliterating any and all inhibitions.
I curl an arm around his neck, arching to offer him more and forget about everything but us.
His hands slide up my thighs, lifting my dress over my hips and exposing my naked flesh to the eyes behind me. I’m too lost to think about it, his mouth inflicting exquisite torture.
He cups the bare round globes, wet finger teasing my puckered entrance. My gasp screams through the room, mixing with the dark and forbidden.
A growl penetrates the air, one that doesn’t come from Justice.
His eyes move over my shoulder to his brothers, the possession silent but powerful before they come back to mine. If I’m not mistaken, I’d swear this is harder on him than he’s letting on.
“Mine,” he says, his possessive eyes penetrating my heart.
“Yours,” I whisper.
He hooks a hand behind my neck, bringing me in for one more kiss. I deepen it, pouring everything I feel into it and more, letting him know that no matter what happens from here on out, he is all I want.
Resting my forehead on his, I take a moment to catch my breath, because I know once we go further there’s no turning back.
“You ready?” he asks.
At my nod, he pulls the bunched up material at my waist over my head, leaving nothing else to be unveiled, then he turns me around, bringing my back to his naked chest. I suck in a sharp breath at the scene before me.
Braxten sits in one of the adjoining chairs, his shirt off, revealing a powerful body like his brother’s.
The most beautiful dragon tattoo marks his warm skin tone, from the left side of his ribs to his hip, disappearing behind him.
His jeans are undone, exposing his very stiff and very big cock.
He strokes the hard flesh up and down, lust wild in his eyes.
Knox sits next to him, still fully clothed, a cigarette resting between his fingers. The smoke dances around his face, his expression a mask of pure stone but there’s no denying the hard-on bulging through his jeans. Amongst the carnality that bleeds from him lies something else, something darker.
Something painful.
Justice’s hands rest on top of my clenched thighs, but he makes no move to open them, his mouth pressing to my neck—kissing—suckling—coaxing. “It’s your move, baby.”
My tummy quivers, anticipation thickening the air as I hesitate, though I’m not sure why.
“Don’t be shy, Ryanne,” Braxten coaxes. “Show me that sweetness my brother gets to sink into every night.”
His words are like an accelerant, fueling the flames roaring through my body, but it’s Knox’s pained expression that gives me the courage to slowly spread my legs. As I do, Justice drapes each one over his strong thighs.
“Fuck!” the curse flees from Knox, his jaw tightening, gaze riveted.
“I can see how wet she is from here,” Braxten groans.
“Fucking soaked,” Justice murmurs in my ear, eliciting shivers.
I turn my head toward him, needing to feel the roughness of his cheek, the heat of his breath on my skin and the reassurance in his eyes.
“They’ll never know how soft you feel.” His right hand massages my left breast while his other coasts down my quivering stomach. “Never know how tight you are or taste your sweet moans.” His fingers delve, spreading my arousal before he pushes two of them deep inside me.
I gasp and squirm.
“Because this pussy only comes for me. Isn’t that right, Ryanne?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my voice practically unrecognizable.
“Tell them. Tell them who you belong to.”
I look them both in the face and don’t hold back. “Him,” I whisper, “he’s all I’ve ever wanted. He’s all I’ve ever had.” The admission has emotion building in my throat, because in this moment, in my most vulnerable form, I need them to understand how badly I need him, too.
Without him, I am not whole.
I turn back to Justice, mouth seeking. His tongue delves in while his fingers work in and out of me, pulling those moans he was talking about straight from my chest. My arms lift, hands anchoring on his neck as I match each thrust of his fingers.
“That’s my girl. Fuck my fingers, Ryanne. Show them how pretty you look when I make you come.”
The orgasm sweeps through me like a desert storm, spinning into a pleasure of destruction. I cry out his name as he pulls every single pulsing sensation from my body. He brings his wet fingers to my parted lips, swiping them gently before he sucks them into his mouth.
Braxten nostrils flares, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, as if seeking to taste my arousal.
“Lean forward, baby.”
I do as Justice says, noticing Knox’s gaze dropping to my swaying breasts, but he continues to rein in his need and I have no idea why. Braxten doesn’t deny himself one bit.
I hear the clink of Justice’s belt as he frees himself. His strong hands lift my hips, bringing me to sink down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion.
I cry out at the fullness of him, my hands planting on either side of me.
Justice lets go of a guttural groan, the rough sound trickling down my spine.
Braxten’s fist works himself harder and faster, his face savage. “Do you like it, Ryanne? Like it when my brother fucks you hard and deep?”
I nod, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I take every slow thrust Justice delivers.
“You have no idea what I would do to you right now if I were allowed,” he continues. “Unfortunately, my brother has always been so fucking greedy with you.”
“Always,” Justice growls, his rough voice whispering in my ear. His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back. “They will never touch what’s mine, and after tonight they will never see it again.”
My short breaths come out hard and fast as his cock thrusts deeper. I chance another look at Knox, witnessing a heartbreaking pain I can’t even begin to understand. The demons in his eyes rock me all the way to my core, literally making my heart bleed. This isn’t about sex for him. Not even close.
“Fuck her harder!” he finally speaks, his voice as tortured as his eyes. “Please, man.” The plea is as heartbreaking as his expression.
Justice unleashes, jackhammering into me hard and fast. My screams of pleasure tear through the room, mixing with the sound of slapping skin.
All three of their groans fill me, unleashing a desire that’s too much to bear. Unable to take any more, I come again, crying out Justice’s name as he slams into me over and over again. He finds his release too, and amongst the groan, one word echoes above all else.
Mine.
After it’s done, I fall against his sweaty chest, turning so I can bury my face into his neck. He pulls the blanket from behind him and covers me with it; his arms holding me close as his lips press a kiss to my damp skin.
My mind and body reel from what we just did, and I pray it’s something we can all come back from.