Chapter Thirteen #4
The air between us thickens, heavy with heat, and something deeper too.
Possession.
Intent.
The need to claim her so thoroughly that she'll never question who she belongs to.
I lean down, pressing my forehead to hers, breathing her in.
Her scent is so sweet, so fucking tempting, it makes my jaw clench.
“We’ll take care of you.” I promise, my fingers pulling away from hers as I slide mine down her hips, feeling the soft curve of her body beneath my hand. “We’ll be slow—at first.”
I tug her up from the bed, putting enough space between it and her so Mikhail can move behind her to slide his hands around her waist, keeping her body anchored between ours.
His lips brush against her neck as she shudders, her pulse fluttering wildly against my lips as I press a kiss to that same spot too.
“We’re going to make you ours, Chiara.” He murmurs, his voice dark with promise. “We’re going to fill you up so deep, you’ll feel us for days.”
Her breath hitches again, her thighs pressing together, and I catch the soft, little whimpers she desperately tries to swallow.
My cock throbs at that sweet sound, so innocent and so desperate, all for us.
I slip my fingers beneath the hem of the shirt, dragging the fabric up inch by inch, until her skin is all exposed.
She’s trembling, but she lifts her arms for me, trusting me to strip her bare.
Her skin glows under the dim light of the room, and my chest swells as I drag my eyes across every inch of her perfect, untouched body.
Ours.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I murmur, my fingers skimming up from her stomach to her ribs until I’m cupping her bare breasts, her nipples already tight as they beg me for my full attention.
I roll one between my fingers, loving the way her body arches like it’s instinct—like it already knows it’s ours to touch, and ours to claim.
Mikhail’s hands travel lower, curling them around her thighs as he pulls her backward slightly, groaning shamelessly into her ear.
We both watch the way she shudders between us.
“We’ll go slow.” I say again, my voice thick and strained with effort. “But we need you, darling. We need to be inside you. We need to feel you stretched all around us.”
Her lips part, her chest rising and falling as her pupils dilate.
“We need to fill you.” Mikhail adds, his voice a low growl as he rubs himself against her. “We need to breed you.”
Her breathing stutters, her body tight between us as she trembles with need, and anticipation too.
There’s no fear in her eyes, not like how there was at the beginning.
Now, there’s only trust.
Now, there’s only want.
“Please.” She whispers, her voice soft but certain as she holds onto both of our arms. “I need to feel you both.”
I cup her face in my hands, tilting her head so she can’t look away from me.
“We’ll give you everything, Chiara. Everything. You won’t have to beg us for this ever again.”
She gasps softly as Mikhail’s fingers hook through the sides of her underwear, sliding it down her hips, and helping her step out of the lacy piece.
She’s completely bare like this. Her full innocence is on display for us.
My heart pounds at the sight of her like that, the knowledge that we’re about to take something that nobody else has.
After this, Chiara will be ours in every way possible.
Mikhail moves to stand beside me, and together, we lower her back onto the bed.
She looks up at us, her eyes wide and trusting.
Mikhail lowers himself to his knees, shuffling closer to her as his hands slide between her thighs, spreading her open for us.
I feel my control snap, that primal, possessive instinct rising to the surface.
“We’ll make you ours.” I whisper, kneeling to press my mouth to hers. “We’ll fill you up completely.”
Her breath catches against my lips, but she doesn’t pull away.
Instead, she opens up for me, her fingers tangling through my hair, her body so soft and willing against mine.
And as Mikhail slides his fingers higher, teasing her through her slick folds, I know there’s no turning back.
She’s ours now.
Always.
Forever.
She’s trembling now, breathing softly, as her chest rises and falls.
I can feel her heartbeat; fast, uncertain, but trusting.
The soft, slick sound of Mikhail’s fingers moving through her folds makes my cock throb so hard, it’s almost painful.
She’s already so wet, her body responding to us instinctively, even if her mind is still catching up.
I pull away slightly, my hands still framing her face as I ground her, keeping her attention on me.
“Look at me, Chiara.” I say. “Keep your eyes on me.”
She nods at me as she takes sharper breaths, her body jolting as Mikhail circles her entrance with his fingers, teasing her open, inch by inch for us.
Her hands move to my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my flesh as she clutches me, but she doesn’t shy away.
If anything, she pushes further into his touch—further into us—her body already desperate for more.
“We won’t stop until we’ve made you ours.”
I promise, my voice thick with restraint though every primal part of me is screaming to take her; to pin her down, to fill her, until there’s no doubt who she belongs to.
Us.
Mikhail’s fingers ease inside her and she gasps, moaning breathlessly.
My brother leans in, his mouth at her ear, his voice a dark whisper.
“That’s it, beauty. Relax for me. Let me in.”
He presses one hand against her stomach, guiding her to lie down on the bed.
Moving back slightly, I look down at the space he’s in, watching the way her tight pussy clenches all around his fingers.
Her mouth opens in a soft, helpless moan.
My cock aches at the sound—the pure, innocent need in it—and I have to grip the sheets between my fingers to stop myself from taking her right here.
“Such a good girl.” I murmur, moving in closer to brush my mouth over hers again. “Our good girl, letting us in.”
Mikhail moves slightly, spreading her thighs wider.
As I glance down, I feel my stomach tighten at the sight of her like that.
Stretched open around his fingers.
Pussy so slick and so pink and so perfect.
All. For. Us.
My mouth crashes against hers as I swallow her little gasps, and Mikhail continues preparing her, coaxing her body to accept what’s coming next.
“We’re going to fill you together.” I hear my brother whisper into her ear. “Do you understand, beauty? Both of us. We’ll flood you with our cum. We’ll stretch you open, and we’ll make you take all of us.”
Her eyes go wide, her lips trembling as she stares between us both, and just for a second, I wonder if this is all too much for her.
But then she bites her lip, spreading her thighs wider, and she nods.
“Please.” she whispers. “I need you both.”
Fuck.
The primal need surges in my chest, because this isn’t just about fucking her.
No.
This is about claiming her, body and soul, marking her inside and out.
This is about leaving Chiara so full of us, so swollen and wrecked, she’s reminded who she belongs to with every step she takes.
Mikhail’s fingers move slowly and deliberately as they push Chiara closer to the edge.
She’s breathless now, her thighs shaking around his hand, and fuck—watching her like this, so wrecked and so eager, has me on the brink of losing all control.
I slide one hand up her body, all the way to her throat, as I wrap my fingers around it.
Not squeezing.
Just holding.
I feel her pulse racing against my palm.
She gasps as her lips part, then her eyes lock onto mine, dazed and desperate.
Mikhail laughs, and as I turn to face my brother, I find him watching me with a lazy grin.
It’s wicked.
It’s dangerous.
He’s showing off.
“She’s all ready for you.”
He tells me, dragging his fingers from her soaked pussy as he brings them closer to his mouth.
He licks them clean, slow and fucking filthy, his eyes never once leaving mine.
Chiara whimpers.
I shove him aside.
Together, we both stand up, then it’s me who takes my place between her legs.
I cage her beneath me as my mouth finds hers, swallowing that broken little sound she makes as I run my finger through the mess my brother has left between her thighs. She’s dripping, and she’s still desperate for more.
Slowly pulling away from her, I use the same hand to palm my hardness, then pull my cock out of my trousers.
I’m dripping with precum.
As I press my tip to her entrance, Mikhail’s voice sounds out, full of dark amusement.
“Don’t break her too fast, brat.”
I smile, watching the way her breathing changes, and the way her pupils have dilated after hearing his words.
I don’t plan on breaking her.
I plan on making her ours.
I slide my cock against her slick pussy, already feeling how tight she is like this.
I lean down, kissing her slowly, and I begin to push inside.
Her body resists at first, that sweet untouched tightness desperate to keep me out, and I force myself to move slowly, allowing her to stretch all around me, slipping inside inch by inch.
Her fingernails bite into my shoulders, her breath coming in soft, broken moans.
Still, she doesn't ask me to stop.
“You’re doing so good, darling.” I whisper as I brush kisses all over her jaw, and down her neck too. “Relax for me. Let me in.”
She exhales shakily, nodding her head, and I feel her body softening for me.
I push deeper, feeling her tight heat wrapping around me like a fist, urging me inside her even further.
Every inch of me shakes with the effort of holding back, to give her time to adjust to my size, when all I want is to bury myself to the hilt, filling her completely until there’s no part of her that doesn’t belong to us.
“Fuck.” I croak, forcing another inch inside her tightness, feeling her squeeze all around me. “You’re so perfect, Chiara.”
Mikhail’s hand slides between us, his fingers immediately finding her clit as he plays with it, coaxing her pleasure higher as I sink the rest of me even deeper inside.
This time, her back arches off the bed as a choked cry escapes her throat, and I can feel the exact moment her body surrenders.