Page 62 of Shaped By Darkness

The second my eyes open, Storm starts moving again. He presses another finger inside of my dripping pussy, and I curse, fisting my hands in the blankets as I fall apart. Even as I fall over the edge, Storm doesn’t stop, pushing me through my orgasm with his fingers still buried deep inside of me.

Sweat covers my body like a second skin as I lay panting, Sol’s eyes locked on mine, Storm’s fingers inside of me, and despite the fact that I just came, I still feel like a needy mess. I don’t want his fingers; I want him to fuck me…

If I’m being honest, I want both of them too, but I’m not sure if that’s something I should ask them for. I don’t have any siblings; maybe that’s weird?

Sol’s hand slows but doesn’t stop, and I lick my lips, watching as that drop of cum rolls down the underside of his cock.

Storm finally pulls his fingers free, and I groan, feeling empty as my pussy clenches around nothing.

I struggle to pull my eyes from Sol but eventually manage just in time to watch Storm as he falls back to his knees, naked, and gripping his cock.

My body feels like it’s on fire. I’m not sure when I became the kind of girl who can’t think straight around a man, but right now the dicks are scrambling my brain.

“Come here, Rena,” Storm purrs, like actually purrs, beckoning me to him with a crook of his finger. I move slowly,my limbs still heavy from my orgasm, head still foggy with need. Crawling over to him, I sit back on my knees, my eyes roaming over him as my pussy clenches around nothing, wetness puddling between my thighs, no doubt making a mess of the bed.

Usually I’d be embarrassed, but right now it’s almost as if I don’t have the mental capacity for it.

Storm’s fingers close around my chin, yanking my head up so that our eyes meet. My breath catches, seeing the way he looks at me, his pupils so wide the blue is almost impossible to see.

The smell of my arousal is strong, and it takes me a second to realize the hand gripping my chin is the same one that he just had buried inside of me.

Something inside of me swells with pride, having him marked with my scent.

Mine.

“Go to Sol, he looks like he could use some assistance,” he murmurs, keeping his voice low so that only I can hear him. With a nod in Sol’s direction, he releases me, and while I don’t want to move, I don’t wait around and ask questions either. Turning toward Sol, I make my way toward him, which isn’t easy; there are blankets and pillows everywhere. I mean, six people sleep here, so there has to be a lot, but still.

It should be easy, especially after training so much, but in the end a pillow takes me out, and I decide I might actually keep some of my dignity if I just crawl.

Sol watches me, hardly blinking, and I feel his beast lurking just below the surface. I’m prey to them, and for once in my life, I’m okay with that.

“Fucking hell, Serena,” Storm hisses, and I can’t resist looking back over my shoulder at him. He’s still at the foot of the bed, up on his knees, buck naked, with his fist in his mouth, his teeth sunk into his knuckle, gripping his cock that jerks in his hand.

Like Sol, Storm watches me, but unlike his brother, his eyes are trained on my most intimate area. I know I should feel embarrassed to be so fully on display for him, but with the way he’s damn near fucking me with only his eyes, I can’t bring myself to care.

Turning my attention back to Sol, I finish crawling to him, his eyes just as dilated as Storm’s, and I’ve never felt so sexy, so powerful, and in control as I do right now.

Without a word, I crawl until I’m damn near in his lap, holding his gaze as I dip my head and lick the drop of cum that’s been calling to me. The strangled sound he makes only makes me needier. I press my thighs together in search of some kind of friction, whimpering when it does nothing to stop the ache.

Warm hands grip my ass before moving up my back and knotting in my hair, holding me where I am.

“I think our mate could use some attention, brother,” Storm taunts, and I swear I can hear the smirk on his face.

He knows damn well I need attention; he’s the one who got me so damn worked up.

I open my mouth to tell him as much, but before I can get a word out, Storm leans into me, pressing his hard length to my sensitive clit and successfully rendering me speechless.

“Shh, let us take care of you,” Storm hushes me, nipping at my ear and making me whimper.

I swear to all the gods if I don’t get fucked soon, I’m going to combust! How is it that I have so many mates, so many cocks readily available, yet here I am, a hot, horny mess?

Storm presses his length to my clit again, and I whine, pressing back into him in hopes he will fuck me.

“You want me to fuck you, Rena?” Storm asks. I’m nodding even before he’s finished his sentence, not giving a shit about the way my scalp stings with his fingers still knotted in my hair. If anything, that only makes it hotter.

“What about Sol? I think he might be lonely. He doesn’t seem like all he wants is to watch anymore…” Storm lets the question hang in the air for a moment, humming as if in thought, and I swear I’m about to lose it.

“Stop teasing her,” Sol says, his hand gripping the base of his cock as he looks at me.

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