Page 2 of Cheshire's Smile
My brows shot up. Virgin blood?
“You’re lying. Hatter is the only male I’ve been with.”
The knife traced along the neckline of my dress. “Was he? Is he? Are you quite sure?”
I couldn’t find an answer. The truth was I didn’t know. The shadows had stolen so many memories from me. I could have slept with the whole Underground for all I knew.
He didn’t wait for my answer before the blade cut into my dress, ripping it down the middle and leaving me bare for their gazes. I couldn’t see their eyes and yet I felt them burning into my naked flesh.
“Stop,” I breathed, my chest heaving. “Why are you doing this?”
The one at the foot of the bed crawled onto it and pushed my thighs open, his mouth hot against the inside of my thighs. “Reminding you of what you’ve lost, Ally. Of course.”
The other one threw the knife away and bent over me, catching my nipple in his mouth.
I gasp and arched my back. I shouldn’t want this. I should be trying to shove them away. I could use my powers to get them off me.
And yet...
Each hot touch of their mouth, each stroke of their tongue set something on fire within me.
“Your mind doesn’t remember,” the one between my thighs murmured, his mouth so close to where I pulsated with need. “But your heart? Your body? It knows us.”
His mouth closed around my clit, and I screamed. He held my thighs open in a firm grip, sucking at me in tandem with his brother at my breasts.
Brother? How did I know they were brothers?
I didn’t have a chance to ponder it further before two fingers pushed inside of me, curling at that spot that made me see stars.
The other male cupped and squeezed my breasts, nipping at the tips. The slight pain shooting straight to my core making me clench.
“That’s our girl,” the brother between my legs purred against me. “Come for us. We’ve been waiting for you.”
“You left us.” The other one pulled away and straddled my chest. His clothing had disappeared, and his long hard length stood proud in front of my face. “Have you truly forgotten us?”
“We have not forgotten you,” the other parroted, his mouth and fingers leaving me before something blunt bumped against my entrance.
The tip of the brother’s cock pressed against my mouth and traced my lips, leaving a sticky substance behind.
I licked my lips on instinct. The taste was familiar and yet foreign to me.
“I... I don’t know.” I squeezed my eyes shut. A memory fumbled trying to latch onto me but couldn't. I did know them. Not their voices. Or their bodies. Yet my own responded as if they were the only ones who had ever touched it.
They chuckled together before speaking in tandem. “Is it the word fucking you itself or the act of fucking? Because anyone who doesn’t like fucking hasn’t ever been fucked by us.”
I gasped the memory of the words crashing through my mind at the same times they both thrust forward.
I swallowed and moaned around the first’s length. His brother’s pace matched the thrusts into my mouth. Each movement shoved me further up the bed, but the binds on my legs and arms kept me in place.
The strangest thing occurred. With each pulse of pleasure pushing through me, I felt tired. Drained. Euphoria filled my head and body, begging me to keep going. To not stop and yet I could feel something inside of me that was... wrong.
“Look at our girl, Carban.” The first fucked my mouth harder. “Taking us so well. You’ll stay right here with us. Like you always wanted. Forever.”
Carban echoed his words.
My eyes widened. My mind raced and tried to piece together while my body fought against the pleasure raging through it.
Carban. Twins. Tweedles. A memory fought. Pushed at my mind. A blurring set of figures filled my head.
