Page 60 of Dominion

When everything you have ever known was suffering, it was hard to get accustomed to these foreign feelings. It was hard to trust another person with the organ you kept locked behind your ribs, too afraid to trust anyone. And that organ, my heart, it now loved without reserve. It accepted that there were those who wanted to help us.

No one ever told you that the path to healing would be a harder one than the monstrosities you had survived. But I was determined to leave the past behind.

I was determined to live my life fully, to do everything I ever wanted to do. To travel, and love, and lose, and laugh and cry, and all the other fucking things I wasn’t able to do so far. I was determined to put Judah and that entire fucking town behind us and to embrace everything that life had to offer.

Dylan dropped me on top of the bed, laughing at my shriek. Before I could straighten up, he covered my body with his,claiming my lips. The hunger in his touch, in every stroke of his tongue against mine, lit up the fire deep inside my belly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me. Our chests pressed together, my aching core rubbing against his hardened dick.

“Jesus, that’s hot.” Ash’s voice broke through my hazy thoughts. “That’s it, Dylan. Take care of our girl.”

My moan echoed around us as Dylan pulled back, tracing a path over my neck, down my collarbone, and all the way to my chest. His rough hands pushed underneath the sweater I wore, his thumb rubbing against my tummy before his hand started climbing higher and higher, all the way to my heavy breasts that were begging to be touched.

Dylan ground his hips, rubbing against my center maddeningly slow, slowly driving me to the brink of insanity. “Dylan!” I yelped when his fingers pinched my nipple, replaced quickly by his lips over my sweater. I was never more grateful that I hadn’t put on a bra this morning. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”

Our heavy breathing filled the space around us, making me heady with desire.

The bed dipped next to us, and I turned my head to the right to see Ash sitting there—shirtless, with dilated pupils, following each and every movement Dylan made.

My left hand disappeared into the golden locks of Dylan’s hair, while my right hand extended toward Ash, seeking his touch.

I wanted to be lost in the feeling of them. I wanted them to take everything I was and replace it all with new memories—good memories.

It was as if my brain was suddenly divided into two parts—the period before Ash and Dylan and the after. There was a long road ahead of me—ahead of us—but I could almost feel theeffects of the after as they were erasing the tar that had marred my soul for so long.

Ash dragged his finger over my palm, my wrist, scooting closer to both of us. At the last moment, he leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine and cementing that feeling into my mind. He pulled back from me with flushed cheeks and a need that matched Dylan’s and mine, and turned toward Dylan who was watching us, still in the same position.

Ash wrapped a hand behind Dylan’s neck, pulling his head closer to his, and merged their lips in a violent kiss, just a little bit different from the ones they gave me. My blood boiled, my underwear becoming so much wetter as Dylan pressed his hands against Ash’s chest, completely surrendering to the commanding presence that Ash had.

I lifted my hips, seeking friction, rubbing against Dylan, as the two of them kissed, bit and panted on top of me.

My hands roamed over my body, then over theirs, and I had no idea where I started and where they ended. We were a mess of limbs, needs, and the scent of arousal flew around us, making us drunk on each other. Ash pulled back, grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat, leaving a moaning Dylan behind. Dylan’s dick was pressing against his pants, but as I looked at Ash, he wasn’t unaffected at all.

“Now,” Ash purred, dragging his right hand over Dylan’s chest. “I want you to taste our girl, baby. Show her what it’s like when she’s loved by two guys.”

I was thankful that these chalets weren’t next to each other because there was no way in hell that I would be able to stay quiet.

19

ASH

My mind floodedwith all the possibilities and all the things I wanted to do to them. But more than that, it was overflowing with visions of the future and the three of us just like this—happy, content and together. Maybe here, maybe somewhere else far away from Winworth, and maybe even there if we managed to cleanse the streets that were home to both of them.

In the end, I didn’t care where we were as long as we were together. I didn’t care what was proper and what wasn’t. What society would say when they saw the three of us together. I gave no fucks what anyone else thought, apart from Skylar and Dylan.

For so long, I was closed off to the rest of the world, hiding every single thing I felt because I was too ashamed to admit that I couldn’t be strong all the time. I couldn’t hold the fort every single day because it became tiring not being able to be a child or a teenager. It was frustrating living in a world where what I wanted wasn’t considered, because I was on a mission.

I thought I would feel remorse over Neal’s death, or at least something, but the only thing I felt was more anger and determination to end all of this.

I was ready to get back to the house and start working on the next part of the plan, but even I had to admit that this retreat was something all of us needed—badly.

Casimir agreed that we needed to send a message to Judah, and what fucking better way to do it than to throw Neal’s body from the balcony of his apartment, with a teeny tiny message carved into his stomach. I had no idea what Casimir did, but we walked out of there relaxed, as if we hadn’t just committed a crime. In all honesty, I didn’t care.

I only cared about the people in this room and my brother. I didn’t want them to be held responsible for my actions, but something Skylar said had made me think.

I wasn’t alone.

I would never have to be alone and I would never have to carry this burden by myself, because I had them. Trusting other people wasn’t something that came easily to me, but with them, I wanted to at least try. I wanted to make this work.

Dylan stared at me, his chest rapidly rising and falling. With flushed cheeks and messed-up hair, they both looked ready for the taking. And they were mine.

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