23. Captured
Captured
Sara
I stumble away from the three of them, fully aware they aren’t exactly closing their eyes. When I duck behind some furniture, I turn my flashlight on, covering it with my hand so I have just enough light to see.
Circling around where I left them, I head back into a darker area. A little alcove that even the light from the windows doesn’t reach. I turn off my flashlight and blackness surrounds me. Every now and then I hear the count, not nearby though.
Back here, I’m alone and it’s more than a little spooky. A shiver slides through me as wetness cools against my inner thigh. A hand closes over my mouth and an arm bands around my waist, lifting me off my feet. I squeal, but it’s muffled.
“Ready or not,” Finn yells in the distance.
For a second, panic floods me. My back is to his front as I struggle against the iron band across my middle and try to grab the wrist of the hand covering my mouth. His fingers are warm and I smell my cum on them, combined with the scent of leather. Wyatt.
Instead of putting me at ease, it winds me up.
When I dig my nails into his wrist and arm, he drops me suddenly.
Before I can catch my breath and run, he shoves me back against the wall, holding my neck tight.
I can still breathe, but he flexes his fingers like he could cut off my air at any moment.
My pussy throbs, empty and needy, even as my pulse races and panic floods my blood.
His heat surrounds me as he closes in on me. His breath brushes against my mouth. I part my lips, desperate for his all-consuming kiss, but he doesn’t close the distance.
He doesn’t say anything as his hand lifts my t-shirt. Fuck. I bat at his hand, trying to keep him from lifting it. He doesn’t just get to claim me. That’s not how this game goes. The others, yes, but Wyatt? Fuck no.
I let those years of frustrated longing claw at my insides as we struggle with my t-shirt. He leans in toward my neck, cutting off my breath just a little, and bites my shoulder. Hard. I gasp at the pain.
What the hell? I kick out at him. He chuckles when I hit his shins with my bare feet. If he wants pain, I’ll give him pain. I lift my knee, but his hand blocks me before my knee reaches his balls. That probably wouldn’t have helped either of us.
His chuckle is dark and he squeezes my throat.
It startles me, and my hands reach up to grab his wrists, but I can still breathe.
He grabs the front of my t-shirt and jerks me against him, throwing me off balance, before pressing me back against the wall, trapping me.
It’s so quiet except for our breaths. Releasing my throat, he curls his hand around the back of my neck.
He lowers his head beside mine. For the moment, there’s no struggle.
His breath is next to my ear. My breath catches, waiting for him to say something, but he just holds me there. Caught in anticipation.
Aware of every inch of him pressed to every inch of me. My nose buried in his bare chest, breathing in those pheromones I’m not immune to. My body softens, accepting his dominance over me.
I’ll always give in to him. He trails his hands down my arms, leaving sparks in their wake. He captures both my hands and pulls them up, holding them against the wall beside my head.
His nose brushes against mine, a tease of a touch, before he takes my mouth. I should fight, but fuck, my lips part for him. He wedges his knee between my legs.
When his thigh rubs against my bare pussy, I whimper.
I forget to struggle, wanting whatever he’s willing to give me.
Craving the release he holds over me. What this man can do to my body.
My body won’t ever forget. It will always give him what he wants.
What he takes. My hips rock my pussy against his bare thigh, sending sweet friction through me.
When I release my breath into his mouth, he growls in approval. Helping me ride his thigh, he moves against me, solid and overwhelming in the darkness, looming over me. Feral, needful male.
This is the man he was afraid I’d reject. The one he didn’t want me to know.
The one I’m desperate to fuck.
My breathing quickens as I get close to coming. He drags his nose along the vein in my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access.
I’m his. Captured. Caught. Willing.
He sucks on my neck and removes his thigh from between my legs. He moves my hands up until they meet over my head and he shifts my wrists to take both in one hand.
His free hand slides down my side, lifting my leg up. My eyes are open, but I can’t see him. I can only feel every inch of him. His thick cock slides against my slit to notch at my entrance. I bite my lip, knowing what happens next.
“Mine,” he whispers before he thrusts his cock deep inside me.
My lips part on an inaudible curse. He holds my leg up and drives into me, pushing me into the wall behind me with every thrust. I’m completely a slave to his demands as he strokes in and out of my body. He nibbles on my jaw before sucking on my neck and biting.
When I hiss in a breath, he growls his approval, sending another wave of desire through me. I want his hot skin against mine. Need it, but the shirt stays between us.
He bites my collarbone through the shirt, nipping down to the tops of my breast, leaving his mark on me everywhere. The thought of that pushes me higher, and I long to mark him to prove that he’s mine.
I push my head back against the wall and struggle to get my hands free. This overwhelming need to mark him rides me almost as hard as he does. His growl is fierce, and he tugs my thigh higher, punishing me by fucking me harder.
My breath catches as the wave of pleasure crashes over me, taking me under. My body tightens around him as he fucks me harder. When I come up for air, his cock hits me in a spot that sends me spiraling. My warm release gushes over us, trickling down my thigh.
He thrusts in and groans as his cum fills me.
His hot breath is heavy against my neck as we stay there motionless, still connected, panting to catch our breath.
He pulls me against him. He can do with me whatever he wants.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me a few steps and then lays me back against something soft.
My shoulder and head fall off the edge of whatever I’m on. I reach out in the darkness to grab onto something and someone grabs my hands.
“Not so fast, my little slut.” Drew hand slides beneath my head and supports it. My mouth is upside down as the soft tip of his cock presses against my lips. “Take it like the whore you are.”
My lips part for him and he thrusts into my mouth, hitting my gag reflex. I swallow, but he keeps going. His hand rubs down my throat.
“That’s my good girl.” Drew wraps his hand around my throat and it’s then that I realize he can’t be holding my wrists. His hands are on my head and throat.
I tug at my wrists, but the hold is like iron. Wyatt draws his cock out of my pussy and steps away. Heat closes in on me and a cock presses against my entrance before thrusting in deep.
Fuck. My thighs tremble, but someone lifts and spreads them for me as they fuck my pussy while Drew fucks my mouth. Another hand reaches for my shirt in the dark, dragging it up my body, sliding along my skin. My body is arched over the piece of furniture I’m on.
Fingers tease over my nipples before plucking at them.
I moan, overwhelmed as they thrust into me and tease my body, winding me so fucking tight that I burst into white light. Moaning around Drew’s cock as I come.
“That’s it. Suck me down like the good little slut you are.” Drew thrusts in deep and comes in my throat.
Warmth fills my pussy as he comes with Drew before pulling out. Drew steps away, and another hand takes my head. Before I can really come down, my mouth and pussy are filled again. They thrust in deep, taking me between them.
I can’t tell who is who. The darkness obscures everything and hands seem to be everywhere on my body at once. I succumb to the pleasure, to their claiming as I roll into another orgasm. I love these men. I love what they do to my body.
And I know with all my heart, they’ll take care of me.
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Dante
The moment she surrenders to us is as soft as her tight cunt wrapped around my cock. Little shivers of pleasure stroke along my cock as she comes. She arches into our touch. Her muffled moans around the cock in her mouth fill the space between our breathing.
I rub her clit and work her into a frenzy as I thrust in and out of her pussy. I never understood Wyatt’s love for primal play, but this right here?
Taking my lover in the dark while the others keep her aroused and aching. Knowing the moment I come someone else will slide into my place and keep her high. Feeling her come almost continuously on my cock. It’s all worth it.
She’s dripping wet from her arousal, her own cum, and all of ours.
We could do this for hours. Eventually we’ll need to clean up and eat and drink something, but right now, I could live off this feeling that I never want to end.
This connection with something bigger. This feeling of being one with my brothers as we give our girl the ultimate pleasure while seeking our own.
She shudders her release and gasps in a breath before she moans around a new cock. The light in here is just enough for me to see her silhouette before me. To see the others move like shadows around her. Touching her, stroking her.
Her pussy milks my cock with her next release, and I give in to the ecstasy that is Sara’s body. The woman who was never meant to be mine, but I claimed her all the same.
She’s ours. I draw out of her and Drew steps into my spot, thrusting his cock deep inside her as she moans. He thrusts a couple times in her pussy before pulling out and easing into her ass.
When I was inside her pussy, she was so thoroughly wet. It should be enough to fuck her ass with. Standing beside him, I slide my fingers over her clit and thrust them into her pussy, curling them up to hit that spot that makes her come.
When her body tightens around my fingers, her release soaks my hand.
“Fuck,” Drew whispers as he fucks her ass. I keep her wound up as she sucks… what looks like Wyatt’s shadow.
It feels like her body never comes down as they fuck her together until they both come. When Drew and Wyatt step back, I gather Sara into my arms. Her head rests against my chest and she sighs.
“I didn’t say mercy,” she whispers.
Fuck. I doubt she’d ever say it.
“Then I’ll say it for you, pip.” I carry her down to the door of the attic, careful to duck my head. Finn leads the way and makes sure no one is in the hallway. He leads us to our bedroom and the others come in as I take Sara into the bathroom.
Finn starts the shower and strips out of his clothes. I pass him Sara and she nuzzles into his neck. I take off my clothes and open the door to the shower. I never considered sharing someone before. Always thought I needed to have my woman to myself.
But not Sara. Sharing her is part of loving her. Once we’re inside, we remove her shirt and wash her thoroughly.
She clings to whichever one of us is holding her. I step out with her in my arms and sit down on a bench with her in my lap to dry her off. Taking care of her is almost as good as fucking her. Her fingers toy with my curls.
“I’ve always loved your hair.” She smiles a little, like she’s drunk. “You cut it short once and I was so angry at you.”
“When I was a junior in high school.” I press her hair with the towel. Tom dared me to and I took dares seriously.
“You looked good but I missed it.” Her green eyes meet mine. “Don’t cut it again.”
I smile and kiss her softly. “I won’t.”
“Good.” She rests her head against my chest and lets out a sigh.
I lift her in my arms and take her into the bedroom. When I set her on the bed, she curls up against Wyatt. Drew hands her a bottle of water as I climb in on the other side of her, grabbing a bottle off the nightstand for myself.
She drinks but she’s fading. She hands back the bottle and lies down next to Wyatt. “I love you all so much.”
My heart aches as I breathe her sweet citrus scent in. This isn’t going to be easy. Our families will fight this. My uncle has plans for me. Not that he’s discussed it, but I know he wants to basically sell me to the highest bidder as a trophy husband for some rich man’s daughter.
Finn’s father is a nightmare waiting to happen. He’s retreated to the shadows, content to let Finn sow whatever oats he needs to before he accepts his responsibility to his family.
Wyatt’s secret could come out at any time. I haven’t really wrapped my head around that yet. We knew about his father, but not that his father killed Sara and Tom’s. That may remain a secret, but for all we know, Wyatt’s father is still out there.
Drew lies on the bed behind me as Sara’s soft snores reach my ears. Drew is something else entirely. There’s a secret there, but he owes his truth to Sara before us. But we’ll need to know to protect her.
And then there’s Sara. I brush her hair out of her face as her nose wrinkles.
Her family means the world to her, and I don’t know if I can watch her be torn apart trying to decide between us and them if it comes down to it. I don’t think I could let her go either. Even if it meant she might be happier.
I meet Wyatt’s eyes over Sara. He’s concerned. Is he thinking of the immediate threat of Peter or is he worried about how this works long-term? Maybe both. Fuck.
We can’t do shit for a few days at least but lie low and enjoy this time with Sara. We’ll have plenty of time to sort this out.