Page 116 of Crave
“I’mallyours.”
Silas’s growl was feral as he gripped my hips, driving my body down hard on his brother.
Theo cursed under his breath.
And I knew—I’d lost everything.
Now you belong to them, that voice whispered.
“Fuck,”Theo grunted driving in harder. “I’m not going to last here.”
“That’s fine,” Silas murmured, dropping his hand to the button of his jeans. “I’ll do what needs to be done.”
The slide of metal on metal came before Silas slid back off his bed, kicking his shoes off and pushed down his jeans.
Theo growled, his big hand on the middle of my back pushed me low. My ass was exposed for him, my pussy quivering and desperate as he thrust harder, slamming inside me over and over until with a hard grunt he stilled, deep inside me.
Warmth spilled.
My breaths were hard and hot, my chest heaving.
But Silas was there, grabbing me around my hips and pulled me free. The room blurred around me as I was spun around and pushed back against the soft bedding.
Silas was on top of me before I knew. Strong hands slid along my arms to capture my wrists. He rose above me, blocking out the glare of the overhead lights.
I whimpered, my body caught in an impossible war of terror and desire.
“You’re ours, remember?” Silas growled, his cock pushing between my thighs, his eyes blazing with possession and something darker.
“Take her for fucks sake,” Theo growled.
But as I stared into Silas’s eyes I knew this was more than a fuck for him. He eased his body down against me, those thick thighs parting mine as his hands clenched around mine.
“Ours,” Silas breathed and slid inside me.
This had nothing to do with possession.
This was a claiming on the deepest levels.
Look at you, giving in so perfectly.That whisper moved through me as Silas thrust deep.You were never going to win, you get that right? You were always meant to be taken.
“Mine,” Silas growled, dropping his weight against me, his breath hot and heavy in my ear as he fucked me. “You get that, little sister?You. Belong. To. Me.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
SILAS
She was still beneath me,skin damp, body wrecked from what Theo and I had done to her. I ran my fingers down the length of her spine, tracing the curve where I’d had my hands hours before, pressing her down, holding here there as we’d broken her completely. She trembled slightly, a phantom reaction, her body still lost somewhere using the space between ruin and surrender.
She belonged to us now.
No.
To me.
I knew it. Felt it. Deep inside, where logic should have ruled and instead, there was only hunger.
And that was the problem.
