Page 115 of Crave
“You didn’t run, Angel,” Silas’s dark eyes glinted. “You came straight back.”
Theo stroked…and stroked…and stroked. My thighs parted wider, hips rocking helplessly against his hand.
I hated them.
Hated them so much.
And yet I bit my lip and dropped my head, that desperate need climbing inside me.
Silas unleashed a groan, his hands sliding to my waist, rocking me as Theo’s fingers drove inside.
“Thisis what she wanted,” Theo’s voice was husky and raw, dragging out his fingers only to drive them in deep again. “She just neededusto take it.”
I clenched my eyes shut, that desperate urgency begging me to stop, to run…to do anything.
But I couldn’t.
Because they knew…
How to break me.
Good girl, Angelica.
That voice whispered.
Now let go.
I opened my eyes and lifted my head. It was someone else who commanded me, taking control as I plunged deep into the depths of Silas’s harrowing stare. A flicker of carnal desperationignited in the depths before he moved, slamming his mouth against mine.
He kissed with the kind of passion I’d never known, hungry and desperate. I opened my mouth for him, letting him take more as his brother took me higher and higher.
I felt burned alive between them, my skin flushed, my pulse hammering, my mind spiraling into a suffocating haze of control, heat, surrender as Theo pulled away. The slide of fabric against skin came before the slow slide of a zipper.
“Can’t fucking stand it,” Theo growled. “I’m not waiting.”
Silas’s mouth broke away, leaving my lips hot and slick as the bed dipped harder behind me and Theo’s warm chest pressed against my back. His cock pressing against my inner thigh, hard, relentless, and Silas wasn’t any better, his body coiled like a predator on the edge of losing himself.
I pushed back against Theo, my ass driving against his thigh as his cock rubbed me. I was a ticking time bomb.
And so were they.
“Tell us,” Silas moved against me, his warm chest wedging me against his brother. “Tell us what you are.”
I whimpered, desperate, the words clawing up my throat, a plea and a confession tangled on my tongue.
I tried to hold it in as Theo’s cock slipped along my crease, the thick head searching for a way in.
GodI wanted him.
I wanted both of them more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my life.
Silas looked down, parting my thighs with his strong hands, looking down as Theo teased, pushing in just enough to stretch me before pulling out.
“Tell us,” my older brother demanded, lifting those incensed eyes to mine. “Tell us who you belong to.”
“You,”I gasped as Theo slipped back out, then plunged in.
I bucked with the invasion, my thighs slamming wider.
