Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
COAST
Iwon’t deny that I’m kind of impressed our Siren lasted this long.
She put us through our paces for the last two hours, keeping off the main trails and using her surroundings like she’s part of the forest. She was like a deer zigzagging through the trees, disappearing into the brush to throw us off her trail.
Unfortunately for her, we play The Midnight Run the way hunters track deer, following their movements, keeping out of sight, only moving in when the right time presents itself.
And it did.
Now she’s like a deer caught in headlights as Braun sets her down, his body pressing up against her. She isn’t wearing her jacket anymore, which gives me a delicious view of her perfect tits, held in by a tight black t-shirt.
My cock aches at the sight. I don’t even know the girl, but I could easily get lost in her. There aren’t many women I can say that I’ve felt that way about. But my little Siren is a fucking mystery, one I want to unwrap and discover what that might be.
Another scream tears through the silence behind us. I’m pretty sure that’s the fourth girl to be captured, including our Siren here, and now I can’t wait to get her back to ours. My heart is almost pounding excitedly as I close in, peeling my mask off my face.
Her eyes widen, her tongue darting out to lick her lips before she swallows.
I use the moment to run my thumb along her bottom lip, a shiver rippling through her as she presses her back against the tree she just fell from.
“What now?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly despite the defiance in her gaze.
I can already tell she’s going to put up a fight, but that’s the best part.
It’s there in the stubborn lift of her chin, the way fire burns behind her eyes.
She’s scared—I can see that much—but she refuses to let fear be the loudest thing about her.
Most people surrender the moment they’re cornered.
Our Siren looks like she’s already planning her escape, weighing every opportunity to make me regret catching her.
“Now,” I repeat, my voice low and dangerous. I lean in closer, letting my breath tickle her ear. She shivers, but I can see the defiance in her eyes, the challenge. It makes my blood run hot, my pulse quicken. This isn’t going to be easy, and that’s exactly what I want. “We play.”
I run my nose through her hair, inhaling her scent.
It’s intoxicating, a blend of lavender and earth, and the delicate scent of her sweat, like she’s been rolling in the forest floor.
It’s raw and wild, just like her. I can feel my body responding, my dick twitching in my pants.
I want to mark her, claim her, make her mine.
She’s not going to make it easy. Her body is tense, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She’s scared, but she’s not backing down. It’s a fucking turn-on. I can see the way her mind is working, calculating, planning. She’s not going to give in without a fight.
I pull back, my eyes locking onto hers.
Her pupils are dilated, her cheeks flushed.
I reach out, my hand cupping her chin, tilting her head up. Her skin is soft, her jaw firm. I can feel the pulse in her neck, fast and erratic, making me lean in, my mouth brushing against hers. But I hold back, my lips hovering just above hers.
Her eyes flutter closed, her body swaying towards mine. She’s close, so close. I can feel the heat of her, the desire radiating off her. But then, her eyes snap open, her body tensing.
“I…” Whatever Briar starts to say, she stops when Kylo steps forward, his hand joining mine on her chin, tilting her head the other way.
His eyes are as dark and hungry as mine as he leans in to run his nose along her jaw.
She shudders, her breath sharp and tight. I can tell she wants to fight us, but I can also see the desire in her eyes, the question she daren’t ask.
“Don’t worry, Trouble,” Braun says menacingly. “Consent isn’t optional here.”
“Exactly,” I add. “You want us to stop…” I lean in, my mouth finding her neck and trailing my lips over her soft, salty skin. “Then say the words.”
She tilts her head back, a wild gasp stuttering from her.
Braun’s uses the moment to move his hand from her hip, trailing up her side to cup her tit. She moans into the air, her body pressing into his touch, and that’s all we need to hear before we take things further.
When it comes to the women that play our game, we’re always conscious of the fact that they don’t really know what’s going to happen.
Sure, we elude to the fact that they might get fucked in the woods, but if we ever hear the words telling us to stop, then we do.
At the end of the day, we’ve still had our fun.
The fucking is just an additional bonus.
Kylo’s hand replaces Braun’s, kneading her tits, pinching her pebbled nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt, while Braun gets to his knees and tugs her jeans down her milky thighs. He pushes her legs as wide as he can and runs his nose through her cunt.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste this pussy,” Braun growls, running a thumb over her slit through her lacy underwear. He looks up at her, a wicked grin on his face. “You like being surrounded, don’t you? You like having our hands all over you, our mouths on you.”
Briar bites her lip, her cheeks flushing, but she doesn’t deny it. She can’t. We can all see the way her body responds to us, the way her nipples harden, her breath hitching.
Kylo’s hand moves from her breast, sliding down her stomach and into the waistband of her underwear.
She gasps when his fingers make contact with her pussy, her body tensing, but he doesn’t stop. He finds her clit, circling it, teasing it.
“You’re so wet, Trouble,” Braun murmurs, watching Kylo’s assault on our Siren. “You’re fucking soaked for us.”
I lean in, my mouth finding hers, swallowing her moans. She kisses me back, her tongue tangling with mine, exploring me just as fervently as I want to. I can feel her body moving, grinding against Kylo’s hand, seeking more friction.
Braun hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down. She moves her hips, helping him, her breath coming in short gasps. “Look at that pussy,” Braun says again when Kylo removes his hand, his voice filled with reverence. “It’s fucking perfect.”
He leans in, his mouth finding her clit, sucking, licking, biting. She cries out, her body convulsing, her hands tangling in his hair, holding him to her. “Oh god,” she moans, her head falling back, her body writhing. “Oh fuck.”
My dick aches as I watch Braun and Kylo, knowing exactly how to bring our captive to the brink of pleasure.
We’re a well-oiled machine, the three of us.
In business and in pleasure, we know how to work together, how to anticipate each other’s moves.
It’s a dance we’ve perfected over the years, a symphony of give and take, of push and pull.
We’ve never minded sharing women; if anything, it’s only ever reinforced the bond between us.
Trust like ours isn’t built overnight—it’s forged through years of standing shoulder to shoulder, surviving together, and knowing each other better than we know ourselves.
There’s never been room for jealousy or competition.
We’ve always understood that what belongs to one of us can belong to all of us, because beneath everything else, we’re brothers first. That loyalty has always come before pride, before ego, before anyone who comes into our lives. It's just the way we've always been.
Take now, for instance. Kylo’s hand moves back to find our Siren’s clit as Braun tongue fucks her, finding that sweet spot that makes her scream. They work in harmony, building her up, pushing her closer to the edge.
I’m not idle either. My hands roam her body, sliding into her bra and freeing her delicious tits.
I pinch her hardened nipples, my mouth finding hers, and swallowing her cries.
My tongue pillages every corner of her warm, wet mouth.
I can’t get enough of her as I meet the ferocious demands of her tongue with my own.
We’re all equally focused on her, on her pleasure, but I’ve never been more jealous of Braun than I am right now as he tastes our Siren, lapping and sucking like a starved man. There’s more to come after this—three months to be exact—and I’ll be damned if I don’t get my own fill of this woman.
“She’s close,” Braun murmurs, his mouth latched onto her sweet cunt.
“Is that right, Siren?” I whisper in her ear. “Are you ready to come for us?”
A strangled moan passes her lips as her hips move shamelessly to the rhythm of Braun’s licks. Her legs start to shake as she grasps for purchase, another moan filling the silence.
We all lean in, my mouth finding hers, Kylo’s hands roaming her body, Braun’s mouth lapping at her soaked cunt.
“That’s it, Siren,” I murmur. “Come all over Braun’s face. Show him what a good girl you are.” I pull back, my mouth finding her neck, her jaw, her ear.
“Come for us, Trouble,” Braun whispers, his voice low and commanding. “Let the whole forest hear you.”
And she does. Her body shudders, her cries echoing through the forest as she comes apart in our arms.
Our Siren’s call.