Chapter 17 #3
“Oh, come on.” Fox snorts, snatching at the comforter. “You’re making this a big deal when it isn’t. There’s nothing special here, Sadie.” There’s a chuckle in his words, and he chases Deacon’s hand away. “Don’t make such a scene, my love.”
Deacon’s snicker sends a shiver up my spine, which is only magnified when he kisses along my shoulder.
“She’s the one looking all wide-eyed and lovestruck,” he murmurs.
But when I open my mouth to protest, he’s suddenly biting down, his teeth sinking into my skin hard enough that I gasp and arch, causing my hips to roll against Fox’s.
“That’s it, darling girl,” Fox breathes, his hands immediately on my hips.
“There you go. Just like that. Move for me again, just like that.” He doesn’t give me the option not to.
As Deacon shoves my shirt aside to bite down on my shoulder, Fox drags my hips against him, then harder when I whimper at the dig of teeth at the juncture of my neck and throat.
“You like it when he bites you?” the sheriff murmurs.
“He’s going to leave a mark, you know. He does that when he bites.
Like a fucking dog claiming what’s his.” Deacon makes a growl-like sound against my skin, and at Fox’s words, he seems to get into it even more.
His teeth close harder around my skin, and he sucks my flesh between his canines, surely pulling the blood to the surface to leave what I’m sure is going to be one hell of a hickey.
With my eyes half closed as I try not to give in to Fox’s urging on my hips, I don’t see him move. I feel it, however, and I open my eyes just as he bites down on the other side of my neck, closer to my pulse point than my shoulder.
This time, I cry out. I can’t help it when both of them are biting me like this.
Fox’s teeth dig into my skin, his tongue laving over the sensitive flesh, while Deacon just seems to want to dig in and never let go.
There’s nothing apologetic about the blond’s bite, but Fox is different.
Still somehow sweeter and more considerate, even as he’s biting hard enough to leave just as much of a mark as his lover.
“You don’t need this,” Deacon suddenly growls in my ear, and his hands ruck up my shirt.
That snaps me back to reality, and my stomach twists as my heart flutters in my chest. “N-no!” I protest. “No, I don’t—”
“Not gonna hurt you, Sadie,” Fox breathes in my ear. He holds me in place in his lap as Deacon pulls my shirt over my head, not caring about my protests, and leaving me shivering in my bra that was still barely salvageable from the auto shop. “It’s never been about hurting you.”
“Unless you count biting as hurting,” Deacon snickers.
“Because then…” He clicks his teeth together near my face.
“I really wanna fuckin’ hurt you right about now.
” He wastes no time; the moment my shirt is gone his hands come around again, fingers dragging up my ribs and making me squirm at the ticklish feeling.
Then his mouth is on me again, on the same shoulder, though this time he’s further up my neck and biting without hesitation.
I yelp at the sudden, sharp pain, and my body jerks forward against Fox, who groans with appreciation. His hands tighten on my thighs and he readjusts me so I’m flush against his chest, his body radiating heat beneath me.
“You make it so hard to control myself, darlin’,” the sheriff admits in a low, rough voice. “Do you know how hard it was to pretend to be asleep when you came over here with that little knife and hovered over my cock like that?”
“What?” The words half-snap me out of the haze that Deacon’s causing with his teeth and hands, and I reach out to grab Fox’s arms, using them to ground myself.
“What did you say?” Forcing myself to meet his eyes, I duck forward, trying to get away from Deacon’s mouth.
But he just follows me, pressed against my back, so I’m truly trapped between their hard bodies.
I can’t help but squirm, just to see, just to find out if I can get away. But that only makes my body grind against Fox’s, and I can feel his shudder going through him.
“You really think we’re that stupid?” Deacon purrs in my ear and delivers a sharp nip to its ridge. “You think we didn’t know you took that knife? He didn’t think you’d touch it. Not with where it was. He didn’t think you had it in you, but I know better. You know why, Sadie-Rae?”
I shake my head, bewildered and floored by this new information.
It was all a trap from the beginning.
I never stood a fucking chance at making this work.
Something in me seems to crack, just a little. Every step I take, Deacon and Fox are two steps ahead of me. Every plan I come up with, they’ve already outdone me and planned for the outcome.
“Because you’re like a cornered coyote,” he goes on, though I’m only half listening. “Showing your teeth even when your heart beats fast like a rabbit’s. You made my lover bleed. You have fucking balls, little darling—”
“Why?” I demand suddenly, cutting him off. “I don’t get it. Why an-and how? I’m careful! I’ve been so fucking careful and I’ve tried everything! I’ve done everything right!” My words grow in volume as I grip Fox’s biceps like lifelines, and the sheriff gives me a quizzical, almost concerned look.
“So why can’t I get away?”
“Oh, Sadie…” Fox’s look softens. “Oh poor little thing.”
“Little prey,” Deacon coos in my ear. He drags me back against him so my ass meets his hips, and he grinds against me so I can feel his arousal. “Oh, baby, the answer is simple. So simple, and yet you don’t see it, do you?”
Numbly, I shake my head, looking up at Fox when he cups my face in his hands and smiles the sweet, dark smile of a predator lying to his next meal.
“It would never work because you’re already ours,” he murmurs, his lips close to mine. “There’s nowhere to go, Sadie. Nowhere to be…”
Deacon’s teeth find the shell of my ear again. “Except right here with us.”
Fox kisses me, though this time it’s less sweet.
There’s a hunger in his kiss that stuns me which allows Deacon to easily shift me around to slip my bra off my shoulders and drop it somewhere else in the room.
My mind can barely keep up with all the sensations, and it feels like playing whack-a-mole as I try to catalogue where their hands and mouths are.
Fox cups my face, then wraps his fingers around my throat like they belong there, though he doesn’t cut off my air.
His kisses don’t stop, and he holds me in place as Deacon explores my body with soft fingers and softer whispers that don’t quite make sense to my ringing ears, though the meaning of the words gets through easily enough.
Somehow, even though Fox is still kissing me, I end up naked between them, no longer wearing even my borrowed sweatpants.
“You’re going to have to do better to make this up to my brother,” Deacon whispers in my ear.
“But don’t worry, Sadie-Rae. I know you’re a little distracted right now.
I can help you.” He moves, though I’m not sure what he’s doing until he grips my hips, jerking me backward on the bed untilI collapse on my elbows, face at hip level for Fox.
“There’s my pretty girl,” Fox murmurs, his hand back in my hair.
He doesn’t ask, but he doesn’t really force, either.
He just tangles his fingers in the blonde strands and moves until the comforter is no longer covering him, and he’s sitting on his knees in front of me in all his naked, aroused glory.
Fuck, I think to myself. He really is gorgeous. Every bit of him, from the hard lines of his body, the trail of hair leading down his navel, and finally to the curve of his cock that he palms in his free hand, thigh spread like an invitation.
“I don’t know…” I try to push myself up, only for him to guide me back down, his hand gentle in my hair.
“Tell me to stop,” he invites, though he’s already pulling my face closer, until my lips are just above his cock. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me and my brother to fuck off, and you can go back to your room where we’ll take your knife and lock you in.”
“Gonna take those fuckin’ clothes, too,” Deacon grumbles from behind me, still grasping my hips.
“Maybe you’ll be too anxious to scurry around the house at night without anything to wear.
” He gives my thigh a little swat, making me yelp, but I can’t even glare at him with my head held here, only inches from where Fox wants me.
They mean it, I think to myself. They really will stop…probably. But I know it means pissing them off, getting locked back in that room, and losing whatever chance I have of smoothing this over.
That’s all this is.
I’m just playing my part, making sure I can stay on their good side. Well, Fox’s good side. I’m not sure Deacon has one.
I’m almost able to convince myself of that when I let Fox guide me forward, mouth opening until his tip brushes against my bottom lip.
He lets me take my time. Lets me run my tongue up the underside of his shaft, causing him to shudder, while I try not to focus on how exposed I am for Deacon behind me.
It’s hard not to think about, with his fingers running up and down my hips, but I sort of manage once Fox’s cock presses against my tongue and spreads my lips wide.
He’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever done this with before.
I move slowly, taking him deeper, bobbing my head as he holds my hair to keep it out of my face.
Bracing myself on one arm, I lift the other slowly to wrap my fingers around his cock, and he sighs in approval at that, flexing the muscles in his thighs.
Still, I take my time. Careful and hesitant, until the head of his cock bumps the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow around it.
“Good girl,” he praises breathily. “Such a sweet, perfect girl.”