Page 94 of Savage Reign

I looked over at Silas. He looked hungry. “Fuck, baby, do you know what it does to me to see you take my brother’s cock like this? Such a good little girl for us.”

I opened my mouth, not really sure what I was about to say, and a moment later, it didn’t matter because Maverick drove his hips up, fucking me like that.

I let out a loud cry, leaning toward him when I felt I could no longer hold myself up.

Maverick fucked me just as quickly and as hard as Killian, and I felt like I was dying but in the best way possible. I sobbed out from the sensation.

Silas was behind me, pulling my hair back before grabbing my hand and wrapping it around his cock.

I moved my hand up and down his shaft while Maverick moved me up and down on him, and… and…

I reached my peak, tears stinging the corner of my eyes. Maverick pulled out of the way, and Silas took his place, pushing me until I was on my knees, my ass pointing toward him. He drove deep inside me in one smooth move.

Silas didn’t give me the chance to recover. He slammed in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips painfully. I was going to wear his handprint tomorrow, no doubt about it.

And I fucking loved the thought. More than I should. Perhaps I was just as depraved as they were.

Maverick stepped in front of me, and I didn’t need him to tell me. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him in, moving in tandem with Silas’ movements, as my hand reached for Killian. I stroked up and down his length with one hand while working on Maverick with my mouth, letting him move his hips however he needed, while Silas took me from behind.

I could feel Silas pressing his thumb against my asshole, and the muscles there clenched from his touch.

“Come, baby. I want you to come with me,” Silas said, his voice rough.

Tremors working over my body from his words. A few more thrusts from him, and I lost it, my screams muffled around Maverick.

Silas came too, his cum spurting inside me, creating a warm, sticky mess that only worked to drive me over, and Maverick and Killian soon followed.

I swallowed down as much of Maverick as I could, even when it felt endless, even when I could feel his cum dripping out from the corner of my mouth as Killian sprayed his cum onto my skin, a warm, sticky mess that sent me on a tailspin.

I collapsed on the couch, no longer able to hold myself up, completely spent and completely sated.

Silas bathed me.

I sat in the middle of the huge bathtub while Silas sat on the floor next to it, using a small clay cup to pour water on my skin.

We didn’t say anything for a while; we just sat there in contented silence.

I thought about all that had happened. After they had taken me, we lay there on the couch while the brothers took turns holding me close to them. Comforting me, praising me. Telling me how good I had done, when they had done most of the work.

I had imagined something like this should have made me feel used.

I didn’t feel used.

I felt…

Empowered.

In control.

And what’s more, I felt cherished by them.

“What happens now?” I asked Silas.

He paused mid-move, the cup of water in the air. He stared deeply into my eyes, not saying anything for a beat.

Then, “Now, we go home.”

Home with them. Home was the place I had run away from. Home was… it was good, and it was bad. There were times when I wanted to run as far away from them as possible. And other times, especially during my time at the motel, I had yearned for it.

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