Chapter 7 Dante
Dante
Iwake in a fog, that hazy space between dreams and consciousness, momentarily disoriented. We usually spend Christmas at our parents’ place, waking alone in our bedrooms, but a warm body is pressed to mine, a round ass nuzzling my erection.
Lucas. My Luca.
Last night comes rushing back. His tears. His words: I didn’t think you’d touch me again. Didn’t think you’d want to.
My chest constricts. I don’t give a fuck about Bennett. On top of being abducted and beaten, Lucas feared we no longer desired him. That’s all I care about.
We killed those fuckers who hurt him far too quickly. My fists itch for violence, for the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my knuckles, for the wet-hot rush of blood coating my fingers. I can almost taste the metallic tang that fills the air when my knife punctures flesh.
Lucas mumbles something unintelligible and burrows closer. I shove away thoughts of vengeance and force my muscles to relax. My rage can wait. He needs me, not the monster. He needs to know he’s safe, that this shit with Bennett won’t change anything between us.
I slip an arm over his waist, mindful of his ribs, and snuggle him, brushing my nose along the back of his neck as I breathe him in. He smells like bubble gum, like the purple shampoo he uses to wash his shaggy hair.
He stirs, rubbing his ass against me, and my hips rock. I haven’t touched him intimately since our first night together, and it wasn’t nearly enough.
“Mm,” he hums sleepily. “Keep going.”
My cock strains. I want nothing more than to rip his boxers off, spread him open, and bury myself inside him—but I hesitate. He’s barely awake.
He reaches back and threads his fingers through my hair. “Please, Tay.”
The plea goes straight to my dick, and the nickname awakens something feral in me. Only my twin has ever called me that, and my heart swells until it’s too big for my chest.
I trail open-mouthed kisses along the curve of his neck and ghost my fingers over the ridges of his abs. I dip beneath the elastic of his boxers and find him hard and leaking for me.
“You want me, baby?” I stroke him, gliding my thumb over his slick tip and spreading precum over his crown. “Want me inside you?”
His dick twitches in my palm, and he grinds his ass into my erection. “Yes…so much.”
“I have to grab a condom.” I utter the words yet make no move to leave the warmth of his body.
He glances over his shoulder. “Do we need one? I’m good; they ran a full panel at the hospital.”
I slow my pace. “I am, too.” After last night, I’m trying hard to contain the crazy, but he makes it damn near impossible. “You want me raw inside you, Luca? Want to feel every fucking inch with nothing between us?”
“Yes,” he breathes. “Please.”
Fuck, yeah. The monster in me rears its ugly head. I need him bare, need to fill him with my cum. “On your stomach for me.”
He obeys, lifting his hips to help me strip off his boxers.
For a heartbeat, I only stare. He’s a masterpiece of quiet strength—all toned muscle, his spine and ribs covered with bruises, his side marked by twisted burn scars.
I lower myself over him and press my lips to the first bruise, a purple-black mark at his nape. “Never again.” I move to the next one, an angry red spot on his shoulder blade. “I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”
“Tay?” he asks softly. “What are you doing?”
“Worshiping you.” I trace the line of bruises along his spine with my tongue. “Reclaiming your body.”
One by one, I make a promise of protection to every injury, every testament to what he survived, what I failed to prevent.
I trail my lips over his skin—from the deeply discolored marks scattered across his ribs to the greenish-yellow patch near his hip.
When I move to the scars on his side, he tenses.
“You don’t have to—”
“Shh.” I place another lingering kiss on his body. “You’re mine, every inch of you. You’re strong and so fucking beautiful. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. You can be sure of that.”
He shivers beneath me, and a quiet whimper escapes him.
I ditch my boxers and kneel between his legs. His ass is perfect, and I can’t help but sink my teeth into it. I bite one cheek, then the other—not hard enough to break skin, but enough for him to gasp and arch his back.
“Fuck, look at you.” I wedge his knees apart, palm his ass cheeks, and spread them open. “Arching and begging for my dick.”
His bare, pink hole puckers when I spit on it. I slide a finger through my spit, and he fists the pillow, lifting his hips higher.
“So damn needy.” I trace circles over his rim. “I fucking love it. You make me so fucking hard.”
Des draws an audible breath, not yet awake.
I release another string of spit onto Lucas’ ass and insert my finger. My dick throbs, greedy for its own turn.
“You’re gripping me.” I don’t even try to keep quiet. It’s time for my twin to wake and join us. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you stretched around my cock.”
Lucas lets out a shaky exhale as I work my middle finger in and out of him. He bends his knee, opening wider, and I add another. I search for his spot, and when I find it, his whole body jolts. I curl my fingers, and he buries his face in the pillow to muffle his cries.
“Ready for me, baby?” I tease his prostate mercilessly and stroke my aching cock, desperate to be inside him. “Ready for me to fill your ass full of cum?”
“Yes,” he rasps. “Please.”
Des stirs with a husky groan. He blinks his eyes open, and his lips spread into a drowsy, crooked grin. “Mm, morning.”
Eyelids heavy, he fishes in the nightstand and tosses me a bottle of lube. I withdraw from Lucas’ ass and slick my length. Des tangles his fingers in Lucas’ hair and kisses him, deep and languid, punctuated by soft moans.
I glide the head of my cock between Lucas’ cheeks, getting everything nice and wet while Des devours his mouth.
Lucas breaks the kiss. “Can I suck your dick while Dante fucks me?”
“You want to be ours, piccino? Want to be filled, used, owned by us?”
Lucas nods, leaning in for another kiss.
Des fists his hair and tugs his head back. “Words. Let me hear you say it. Say you’re ours—ours to fill and fuck and use. We own you. Say it.”
His tone is lethal. It seems Lucas’ threat to leave last night unhinged something in my twin. Des doesn’t do well with abandonment.
“I’m yours. Both of yours. To fill and fuck and use however you want.” Lucas’ hips push back, meeting my strokes. “You own me.”
“Good boy.” Des scoots up, his boxers already kicked off, and positions Lucas between his thighs.
Ass raised, Lucas wraps his lips around my brother’s cock.
The sight of him—willingly trapped between us, surrendering completely—steals the air from my lungs.
One person, wholly ours, to share, care for, and protect.
I didn’t know it was something I craved, something I needed on a deep, primal level.
If Agent Mercer is playing a game, it’s a dangerous one. Des and I are locked in—there’s no escaping us now. He’s ours. And this submissive shit? It’ll have Lucas married and inked by the end of the week, thoroughly fucked every day for the rest of his life.
I nudge at his entrance, and he whimpers. I breach him, and his face contorts with pleasure, his mouth stuffed full of dick.
“Fuck, baby.” I clench my jaw and fight the urge to slam into him. “Fucking incredible.”
Des fists Lucas’ hair and guides those plush lips up and down his length. “Swallow my cock—fuck—just like that.”
I grip his hips and thrust forward. His tight ass envelops me, and it takes every ounce of my restraint not to wreck him.
Once I’m fully seated, I pause to allow him to adjust. His walls squeeze me, and a guttural groan rumbles in my chest.
I can’t stay still. I roll my hips, grinding deep, and he moans around Des’ cock.
“Ah…fuck,” Des grits through his teeth, head falling back.
Our connection has always been profound, but with Lucas between us, taking us both, it pulses like a live wire—I can feel my twin’s pleasure as if it’s my own blood rushing through my veins, heightening the ecstasy to a level beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
I withdraw to the tip and slide in, watching Lucas’ ass stretch and engulf me whole. The sight is obscene, and my balls tighten.
“You feel so fucking good.” I dig my fingertips into his hips and slam into him. “Taking us so goddamn perfectly.”
Lucas clutches Des’ thighs, head bobbing, body trembling beneath me.
I snake a hand under him. His cock is rock-hard and dripping. I stroke him in rhythm with my thrusts, twisting my wrist at the tip as I grind into his prostate, and he gags on Des.
“That’s it, Luca.” I snap my hips harder. “Ride my cock while you choke on my brother’s.” I work my fist faster and pound into him. “Come for me, baby. Give me that tight fucking ass.”
“Look at me.” Des tugs Lucas’ hair and forces him to meet his gaze. “I wanna watch you come. Show me how much you love being used by us—owned by us.”
He stares up at Des, moaning desperately. His body goes rigid, and his back arches. He erupts in my fist, and hot spurts of cum coat my fingers.
The vise grip of his ass, pulsing and milking my length, sends me hurtling over the edge. “Fuck…Luca…I’m gonna fill your fucking ass.”
My orgasm tears through me, and I slam into him, burying myself to the hilt. My vision blurs. Ecstasy rips through my veins, and I empty inside him, claiming him in the most primal way.
Des follows seconds later. Lips parted, hips bucking, he spills into Lucas’ mouth.
“Swallow,” he gasps, and Lucas obeys, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he takes everything Des gives him.
I ease out of Lucas’ ass, and my cum leaks from his hole, dripping down his balls. A possessive, dark hunger twists in my gut, and I find myself pushing it back in with my fingers. I’ve never been this way. Never fucked anyone raw and wanted my cum inside them. “Des…”
“I know,” he answers without me needing to spell it out. “I knew the first night.” He caresses Lucas’ jaw with his thumb. “Merry Christmas, baby. You okay?”
Lucas rests his head in my twin’s lap, chest heaving, lips swollen, and eyes glazed. “Perfect.”
I kiss each of his ass cheeks. “You really are.”