14. Octavia
14
Octavia
“ P lease. Please .”
A sob racks up in my chest, the blindfold that covers my eyes soaked to my face from tears and sweat. Dorian and Bastian have me clasped between them, easing the restraints holding me. I can’t stand, my legs no longer working. I’m completely worn out, but my pussy doesn’t seem to get the memo.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve come. I don’t know how long this has been going on or even what day it is. There is only them. Nothing else. I can’t think, can hardly speak, but I need something.
“What is it, baby? What do you need?” Bastian whispers softly in my ear, acting like a sweet protector when he’s actually the devil. He’s been relentless in my punishment. I thought Dorian would be the worst, but Bastian has exceeded my expectations.
“Please,” I husk, my voice destroyed from screaming. “I…I can’t… I need…big brother.”
I whine, wiggling between them, not making sense, but nothing makes sense anymore. Only them.
“That’s enough, Bastian.”
Bastian matches my whine, but the vibrator on my clit stops, and I sigh in relief. I could worship at their feet. Anything they wanted would be theirs. My soul, my life, my death—I would give it all to them for finally stopping.
“We don’t want your death,” Bastian chuckles as Dorian says, “But we will take everything else.”
Shit, did I say all that out loud?
“Yes, you did. Now close your eyes for me,” Dorian orders, and I do as I’m told.
His fingers skims across my sweaty cheeks, tugging at the blindfold that has stuck to my face. He pulls it off, and I keep my eyes shut.
“That’s my good girl.”
Dorian lays a kiss on each of my eyelids, the touch so sweet and soft, it has a lump forming in my throat. “Keep them closed for me and stand still while we work. Bastian has you,” he whispers, and I feel Bastian’s arms looping around my waist, taking my weight.
The binds holding me snap away from my body, the sound of a knife cutting through rope filling the air. After each cut, Dorian rubs my flesh, his sweet lips trailing kisses as he goes. I whine in Bastian’s arms, trying to pull away from their touch and chasing it at the same time.
“You did so well for us, baby,” Bastian praises softly in my ear. “Your pussy is a work of fucking art. I can’t wait to lick you clean once our big brother fills you up.”
I squirm in his grip, rubbing myself all over him. Dorian hisses against my thigh, removing the ankle lock. My sorely abused sex throbs with need at the mental image, and I pant, unable to help myself.
“Do you like the thought of me licking his cum out of you? My mouth filled with both of your releases as you suffocate me? I want you to sit on my fucking face until I pass out. I want your scent burned into my senses as the devil tries to drag me to hell.”
Bas slips his hand between my legs, cupping me hard, two fingers slipping inside, feeling how much he’s turning me on. He hisses, dragging his tongue up my cheek and sinking his teeth into my skin.
“You’re so fucking drenched. Such a beautiful, broken mess for us.” He twists my head, and rests his lips on mine, not kissing me but breathing in my air.
“I love you, Octavia. You are what keeps my heart beating.”
I suck in a deep breath, his breath, my eyes flying open even though Dorian told me to keep them closed. The light in the room burns, making me hiss and whimper in pain, but I force them to stay open.
We don’t say love in this family; it’s not a word we use at all. No one in this goddamn bloodline loves the other because we have it literally beat into us that love is a weakness. I have loved my brothers all my life, but I’ve never told them that because…because we don’t say the word.
“You…you just said…” I stutter, unable to form the sentence.
I spent a month with my grandfather when I was ten years old to be taught what it meant to be in this bloodline. I experienced beatings and torture for a week, which ingrained in me the belief that love destroys and bloodline loyalty is the only thing that matters. I didn’t need the beatings, to be honest; Dorian and Bastian had ingrained into me that we could never say the ‘L’ word no matter how much we care for each other. They had six months with Grandfather when they were ten.
“Bas…” I whisper, a lump forming in my throat.
Bas gulps hard, a vulnerability in his gaze that I have never seen before. It takes my fucking breath away, my heart stuttering in my chest. The world falls away; I don’t even feel Dorian anymore or the weakness in my body. It’s just the two of us.
“You said you loved me.”
He nods his head slowly, licking his lips, touching mine at the same time. “I would break all the rules for you, Octavia. I wouldn’t just kill for you—I would fucking die for you. You are the only reason I stay alive.” He turns me to face him, cupping my cheeks. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I promise that, after today, you will never go another moment without me saying those three words to you. You are mine, pretty girl, until death do we part.”
His lips consume me, and I fall into the kiss, letting it fill my entire being. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest, I fear it might break. I’m terrified that this might be a dream or a memory, that any moment, I’ll snap back into reality and lose this… them .
“I love you, Bastian. There’s never been a time where I haven’t.”
He pulls back, a glorious smile stretching across his face, still a bit too wide to look entirely sane. I smile back, my eyes filling with tears at the joy on his face. I try to tell him again, to say it three more times like he did, but I lose my breath. Hands clasp my ass from behind, lifting me up, only to let me fall back on a hard, throbbing cock sinking inside me.
“Now that you two have said the forbidden words, it’s my turn,” Dorian rasps in my ear.
He forces my legs up, wrapping them around Bastian, letting him hold them up. I fall back onto his chest, his arms coming around to grab my breasts, his cock sliding through my slit, making me keen. There’s no resistance in my body, and he slides in so effortlessly, his hips snapping against my ass.
“Your cunt feels so fucking good, angel. My perfect little whore,” he grunts, pinching my nipples, his lips on my neck.
“Fuck, Dorian,” I cry, my arms flying behind my head to wrap around his neck. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder until I feel the skin break, pain flaring alongside indescribable pleasure. Bastian watches us with a hooded gaze, letting go of one of my legs to pinch my clit.
“Yes,” I hiss, twisting my hands in Dorian’s hair, pulling as hard as I can. “Make me come, big brothers. Fuck me. Make me yours. Fill me up. Show me how much I belong to you.”
Dorian releases my shoulder from his teeth, small droplets of blood left behind on his lip. He yanks my head back, my scalp burning as his eyes flash with a beast-like hunger, the control he holds so dear gone. Excitement sparkles in my veins, tingles running all over my skin.
“You are mine, little sister. I don’t need to make you mine. You’ve always been so,” he snarls, pumping his hips faster.
“Prove it,” I say, tempting the monster. A dangerous game to play, but I cannot deny the thrill it gives me.
Bastian chuckles slowly, moving his thumb over my clit at a leisurely place. Dorian’s smirk widens, a feral gleam in his eyes. He tuts, shaking his head, but I feel his cock jump inside of me and a stutter in his movements. “My dark little angel. You’re going to regret that.”
He slips out of me, pushing on my back, making Bastian walk backwards until he falls onto the bed. Bas keeps his hands on my thighs, shuffling backwards until he’s laid flat, his interlocked hands resting behind his head. He smiles, giving me a wink, and I grin back.
I try to sit up, but Dorian is already there, pushing me back down. My cheek rests on Bastian’s chest, his heart beating rapidly under my ear. A cock pushes against my sex, and I sink down onto it, loving the fullness it gives me. Bastian grunts, moaning, his hands flying to my hips to still my movements. I frown, wiggling on the cock, feeling more stretched than I did before. Bastian moans again, his eyelashes fluttering as he bites his bottom lip. I realise that it’s him inside me, not Dorian.
“Rian?” I twist my head to check he’s okay, that I didn’t push it too far, but he fists my hair and keeps me still.
“Don’t move,” he orders, and both Bas and I go still. I check Bastian’s face, making sure everything’s okay, but he gives nothing away.
Warm liquid trails down my ass cheeks, making me jolt and squeal. A loud crack hits the air, and a searing pain forms on my left check, making my eyes sting.
“I said keep still,” Dorian barks.
I whimper, resting my head on Bastian’s chest again, letting the glorious glow of pain trickle through me. More liquid runs down my ass, and Dorian spreads it, fingers skimming around my hole. Bastian sucks in a breath and mutters a curse that has me curious what Dorian is doing to him.
I don’t get a chance to ask as Dorian’s fingers slowly fill my ass, twisting and turning, stretching me out. “Relax, angel,” he says softly. “Do you trust me?”
There isn’t a pause in my answer. “With everything that I have.”
He pauses in his movements, placing a kiss on my spine. “That is a gift I do not deserve but one I will treasure, angel.”
Tears fill my eyes, and I arch my back into his kiss on my spine, his fingers sinking deeper. He pauses there for a few seconds before stretching me again, adding another finger, making my breath stutter.
“That’s my good girl. You are both behaving so well for me.” He takes his fingers away, lining his cock up, and my body quivers. “You both belong to me. You are both mine, and I will protect you always.”
He pushes his cock inside, adding more warm liquid as he goes. I cry out on Bastian’s chest, feeling fuller than I ever have before.
“Holy fucking shit,” Bastian hisses. “I can feel you, Dorian. I can fucking feel your cock sliding against mine.”
I clench on both their cocks, make us all groan. The fact that they can feel each other makes it so much hotter.
“Looks like little sister likes that you can feel my cock, little brother,” Dorian says darkly. He pulls out only to sink back in, making Bastian and I cry out in pleasure. Dorian grabs my hair, lifting me up to whisper in my ear. “Would you like to me to fuck his ass while you watch?”
“Yes,” I say immediately as Bastian shouts, “No!”
I chuckle at his wide-eyed protest, making them groan again. “If she wants to watch one of us getting ass fucked, it will be my cock in yours, Rian .”
I don’t see what Dorian does, but Bastian scowls, shaking his head. He jolts forward, gripping Dorian around the throat, pulling us all down and onto him. He keeps his throat hold, jolting his hips, topping from the bottom as he fucks me. I twist my head to see Dorian turning red, but he doesn’t stop Bas.
“Kiss your big brother, Octavia, as he fights desperately to breathe.”
Bas forces our faces together, and Dorian’s tongue immediately searches mine out, not caring that he cannot breathe. He makes a choked groan, pulling his hips back, fucking me in the ass, both of them working together so there is not a moment I’m empty.
Dorian is the one being choked, but it’s me who feels like she’s going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Pleasure builds in my stomach, heat rolling down my spine, toes curling. I grab on to them both like I’m going to lose them, trying to fuse us together so we can never be torn apart. Dorian sucks in a deep breath, coughing and choking a little on my lips, but he doesn’t stop our kiss.
“Come for us one more time, little sister. Come on your brother’s cock,” Bas moans. He rolls his hips so my clit grinds on him, and Dorian digs his fingers into my sides, the bite of pain exactly what I need.
My orgasm rolls through me so hard, I see stars. I scream their names, my throat hoarse, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. They grunt in pleasure, my legs shaking as the orgasm hits. They both moan my name, their releases spilling inside me as they kiss my neck, breasts, lips. Bastian’s declaration of love again is the last thing I hear before everything goes black.