Page 14 of The Castle of Carnal Desires

Of course, he'd picked up that little slip. Screw it. “Yes. Feelings. Being with you guys makes me feel alive in ways that I've never felt. Which is wrong because you are brothers and it's not right that I want you both but when have I ever been normal? I developed feelings for a ghost and then fucked a him and now I'm devastated that I might never see him again just because I couldn't keep my damn legs shut for a single moment.” It came out in one long, slightly hysterical screech.

A little sob ripped from my chest. I was losing it. Derek wrapped me in his arms and kissed the top of my head.

Harris punched his brother in the arm. “You've made her cry again.” He tilted my chin up until I was looking in his sparkling blue eyes.

“You should never apologize for the things that make you happy, Aili, even if they seem wrong to the rest of the world.” He looked at Derek and they seemed to be having one of those silent conversations. I could only tell by subtle twitch of an eyebrow and the intensity of Harris's gaze. Derek eventually shrugged.

“We've discussed this, Aili, back when you first arrived. We both felt an instant pull to you, and although one of us,” he scowled at Derek, “couldn't keep it in his trousers despite our agreement to do so, neither one of us wanted to give up our chance to woo you. So, we decided to wait until you chose and the other would bow out gracefully.” Derek snorted but Harris continued, ignoring him. “When ye took Derek to your bed, I thought you had chosen. But then when ye had a few drams in you and you said you wanted us both, I thought I was in with another chance, even if I had to share with my brother. We've been sharing since the womb, and ye wouldn't be the first lass we'd bedded together.” He stepped closer until I was wedged between his chest and Derek's, and my sadness morphed into something a little hotter.

“But it's more than just wanting to bed you, Aili. Though I want to do that very much.” He leaned in close until he was whispering beside my ear. “I want to make you laugh that deep sexy laugh you have, the one that goes straight to my cock and makes me hard for the rest of the day. I want to watch you smile and talk to the coo’s in a silly baby voice. I want to make you purr like you do when you have that first sip of coffee.” He kissed down my jaw. “Will you let us make you purr, Aili?”

I tilted my head up to look at Derek, to make sure he wanted these things too. “Aye, you know I want you too. It's an ache in my soul. Though, I didn't know that my brother had quite so much poetry in him,” he teased gently. “What do ye say?”

It took a moment for my brain to catch up with my libido enough to realize they were asking me to say yes. I wanted to scream hell fucking yes from the rooftops, but I settled on a demurer, “yes, please.”

Derek leaned down and kissed me hard, as if I'd fired a starting gun and it was now open season. Harris pulled off his shirt and turned me in Derek's arms. Just like that I was pressed against the hard chest of my very own Scotsman. God he was cut. Hours of hard labor meant there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. Hard pecs trailed down to delicious, defined abs and I traced a hand over the laser cut planes. A trickle of dark brown hair slid down from his naval and was bracketed by the most perfect v I'd ever seen, before trailing into the jeans that rode low on his hips. I almost swallowed my tongue and couldn't hold back the tiny exclamation as I traced his torso with my hand. He pulled me to the bed and pushed against my shoulder until I sat on the end. I looked between the two, identical sexy as men and wondered if I was actually in a coma back in NYC. I didn't get this lucky.

They weren't exactly identical, of course. Harris’s body was harder, his gaze more intense. Derek looked more mischievous, his intelligent blue eyes eating me up hungrily. Derek knelt on the ground at my feet, his shirt already gone. He pushed up my sensible business skirt and groaned at the lace tops of my thigh high stockings. I hated pantyhose. They made peeing a tedious marathon. Plus, thigh highs made me feel sexy as fuck, so sue me. He ran his hands up my thighs, his eyes alight like he’d just discovered his new favorite pub.

“Fuck, you are the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on,” he whispered to me, or maybe to himself. He unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders, my modestly sized breasts sitting up begging for attention. Harris’s eyes burned as he came over, kneeling behind me and unhooking my bra. My breasts spilled out, my dusky pink nipples hard.

“Lay back,” Harris commanded, his voice rough. I did what I was told and let out a small yelp as Derek pulled me forward, so my ass was right on the edge of the bed. He tugged at my panties, running them down my legs, and off my feet.

Harris grunted out a breath, staring down the length of my body. “Beautiful,” he groaned, and bent down to kiss me, softly, reverently. Derek hooked my legs over his shoulders, his hands supporting my ass, the stubble of his cheeks rubbing where the lace of my thigh highs left my skin bare. I could feel his hot breath against my core and I grew wetter, panting against Harris’s mouth as he kissed me. When Derek ran his tongue firmly down my slit, I moaned and bucked.

Harris lifted his head and grinned, his mouth moving from mine to kiss and nip his way down my neck and collarbone. He reached my breast and swirled his tongue around my aching nipple. Derek did the same swirling action on my clit and I arched off the bed. I was woefully underprepared for the sensation of two mouths licking and sucking at my body and I was openly gasping for air as their mouths increased in intensity. Harris took my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, then grazed his teeth up as he moved to the next breast. I arched off the bed, wanting to be closer to his mouth and the pleasure he brought. He placed a big hand firmly across the bottom of my ribcage and held me firmly on the bed as Derek continued to work my slit with increasing speed. I reached out blindly, one hand knotting in Derek's hair, and the other running blindly down Harris's body. I stopped when I felt the hard bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans. I ran my hand back up the hard lines of his back until I reached his hair. I tugged at his hair gently until he lifted his head.

“Off. Please.” I'd lost the ability of complex speech apparently.

Harris grinned again and was off the bed and pantless in the blink of an eye. His glorious cock sprang free and I swallowed hard. He moved closer to the bed and I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the hard length. I stroked it a few times, and his groan of pleasure gave me an unholy level of satisfaction.

“Closer,” I whispered, staring at him with what I can only assume was the naked hunger that was pounding through my veins. He knelt back on the bed, and I raised myself on my elbows. I almost collapsed when Derek growled against my clit. God, I was so close. I grabbed Derek's face. “I need you inside me now,” I panted. Derek nipped my clit in protest and I bolted upright as the pleasure shot through my veins like fire. “Derek!”

He growled and moved quickly. He flipped me over until I was on my stomach, the lifted me onto my hands and knees. I found myself nose to cock with Harris, who threw a condom down to Derek. Then he reached down and tucked the wayward strands of my hair behind my ears with such tenderness it made my heart stutter. I wanted to please him so much it was an ache in my gut. I reached out and guided his cock to my lips, running my tongue around the head and smiling at the groan of pleasure. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked hard.

He let out a string of Gaelic swear words that had me doing it again. I felt the head of Derek's cock pushing against my entrance, and I froze.

“Ready?” Derek asked, and I pushed my hips back against him as an answer, unwilling to remove Harris's cock from my mouth to verbalize my consent. He slid himself home, and I moaned around Harris's cock, sliding forward slowly until he was deep in my throat before sliding my lips back up until his cock was pressed against my lips. Derek chose that moment to grab my hips firmly and slam himself home again. I let out a shout that turned into a whimper as he moved inside me. I captured Harris's cock with my mouth and kept pace with Derek, sliding his cock deep into my throat.

Harris gently took hold of my head and fucked my mouth, keeping time with Derek until the two cocks inside me moved in perfect rhythm. My limbs shook as my climax hit me like a Mack truck and I screamed around Harris’s cock. I lost the ability to hold up my upper body as Derek continued to pound into me, his movement were getting wild. With one final yell, he buried himself deep and held me flush against his body as he came hard. My shaky legs collapsed and Derek slipped out of me, flopping on the bed beside me.

Harris stood and walked to the end of the bed, turning me over onto my back and pulling me back to the edge. “We aren't done yet, Aili, love.” He sheathed himself with a condom and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder.

“I'm not sure I can,” I whispered. He gave me that sexy ass grin and I was a goner.

He buried himself in me in one hard thrust and Derek captured my moan with his lips. As if they were purposefully created by some divine power to destroy my brain cells, they worked together seamlessly, Harris thrusting into me with a slow, deep rhythm that lit up all my nerve endings, and Derek kissing me with such expertise it was like he was stealing my moans from my lips. His hands wandered over my body, the scrape of his nails over my already hypersensitive flesh making me break out into goosebumps of pleasure. When his fingertips reached down to stroke the swollen nub of my clit gently, I lost it. My orgasm rushed over me, the sensation one of intense pleasure, and Harris hooked my other leg over his shoulder, going deeper and prolonging my earth-shattering orgasm until all I could do was whimper. He gave his own shout of release, holding my hips hard until he came, moaning my name.

He pulled out and collapsed to my other side, pressing a quick kiss to my collarbone on the way down.

“That was…” A contented sigh rushed out of me in one long whoosh.

“Aye,” Harris agreed fervently.

“Now you have to eliminate one of us, like the sex hotel version of The Apprentice. Harris, you’re fired,” Derek teased.

Luckily, I already knew the Gaelic phrase for ‘fuck off’, which Harris muttered over the top of my head. “Only you would think of bringing up Trump after sex. How you've ever gotten laid in ye life is beyond me.” He turned over and kissed my cheek. “Would you like me to run ye a bath, Aili?”

My entire body felt like jello. A bath sounded wonderful, if only I could gather enough brain cells to form sentences. I just nodded and gave him a blissed-out smile.

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