Page 46 of Conflicting Lyrics
“Why not?” Brady asks, leaning forward to brush his lips against mine.
I pant, my pulse thrumming like an electric bass. “Because I’m nothing special… I’m no one.”
He presses his lips against mine, and I feel them curve into a smile. “Oh, that's where you're wrong, Lulu. You'reeverything.”
And then he’s kissing me.
My body feels like it’s floating; I’m practically boneless as I sag back against Gavin. He holds me as his brother kisses the soul right out of my body.
Our lips move slowly but with determination, his tongue slipping past and demanding entrance that I happily give him.
A whimper works its way out of my throat that he happily swallows down with a growl of his own. Stepping closer, I feel the press of his erection against my belly, making my thighs slick and my pussy wanting.
When we break apart, my eyes flutter open to find Brady watching me with dark, hungry eyes. Licking my swollen lips, I try to regain my thoughts, to think of something to say, whenGavin cups my chin, angling my face up to look at his. “Let us show you just how special you really are,” he murmurs before taking my lips for a kiss of his own.
I feel heady, high off their scents, their touches. I’m needy, wanting, my body is hot and achy. I want them inside me, to fuck me, feed me their cocks, knot me until I’m so, so full.
“That's it, baby, use my leg, take your pleasure,” Brady growls, the room around us louder. The music was turned up, and more crowded and rowdy than before.
I didn’t even realize I was rocking against him like that. But fuck, I need relief. I don’t think I’ve been so turned on in my life.
Gavin breaks the kiss, wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me against his chest while the other slides up my shirt to cup my breast. I moan as he palms it, giving it a firm squeeze. “Use my brother, Little One. Grind that needy little pussy against his thigh. Soak his jeans in slick and let this whole fucking club know who you belong to,” Gavin growls.
I want to tell him I don’t belong to anyone, that I never will again.
But the idea of being theirs sounds way too fucking good. So I keep my mouth shut, reach up, grab the back of Brady’s head, and pull him back down to kiss him.
He grips my hips, growling against my lips as he rocks me harder, faster on his leg.
Brady consumes my mouth as Gavin pulls the cup of my bra down to play with my sensitive nipples.
I’m in heaven, pure bliss. And with every rock of my hips, I feel myself racing towards the edge.
Hand clawing at Brady’s shirt, I desperately try to get him closer, whimpering and whining into his mouth as my head spins.
“That's it, Little One,” Gavin growls. “Be a good girl and show us just how perfect you are when you cum for us.”
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, the music around us drowning out my sounds of pleasure. My eyes roll back as my orgasm washes over me. They hold me while I tremble in their arms, my pussy quivering around nothing, wishing it was filled with one of their cocks.
An embarrassing amount of slick soaks my panties, but I’m too blinded by the pleasure that’s spiking through me to care about anything but this feeling and the men holding me.
“So fucking perfect,” Brady growls against my throat, sucking at my neck. I sigh, slumping back against Gavin, body limp and satisfied. But something tells me it won’t be for long. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of these two.
“Isn’t she?” Gavin asks, kissing the other side of my neck. “Such a good girl. Listens so well for her Alphas, doesn’t she?”
Emotion swells inside me, and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from crying.
My Alphas? Can it really be that easy?After years of being with packs, I’ve never felt the need or want to be a part of them.
So, how can one night with two strangers have me never wanting to leave their sides?
“That was fun,” I hum happily, too drunk off the orgasm to think straight.
“Oh yeah?” Brady asks, his voice husky with amusement as he lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him, grinding my wet pussy against the bulge in his jeans. He lets out a growl before smacking my ass. “Behave, little lady, I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
I smirk. “Who said I wanted one of those?”
Gavin chuckles. “Good. Because you won’t find that with us.”
