Page 80 of The Reckoning
Her knees wobble as I pump my fingers slow and deep, dragging slick sounds from her core. Arson’s mouth finds her breasts, kissing and sucking, tugging at her nipples with his teeth until she cries out. His gaze meets mine over her head, eyes glittering with shared euphoria. A look of perfect understanding passes between us. This is how it was always meant to be. The three of us, together, bound by a love that defies definition.
“You’re going to be such a pretty mess by the time we sink inside you.”
She arches into my touch, silently begging for more. I oblige, dipping my fingers into slick heat, then back behind to her tight little asshole. She tenses but then relaxes under Arson’s ministrations. We work in tandem, our movements synchronized by an unspoken understanding. Push and pull, give and take, a dance as old as time itself. She’s the instrument and we’re the musicians, coaxing forth a symphony of sighs and moans that echoes through the hushed forest.
I stretch her slowly, spreading, widening, as Arson does the same to her pussy.
Yes. I need this. I want to claim the last piece of innocence she has left.
She trembles as I work a second finger inside her ass, her body resisting for a moment before yielding to the stretch. Arson keeps her distracted with deep, drugging kisses, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his fingers buried knuckle deep in her slick heat.
“Please,” she gasps, the word muffled against his mouth. “I need...”
I reach up, twist her thick blond hair in my fist, and pull her head back while I fuck her asshole, gently. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“Say it,” I whisper, lips brushing her throat. “Tell us how bad you want it.”
“Please—need you both—need to be filled.”
“Where?” I press.
“My pussy,” she whimpers. “And… my ass.”
“Use your words, sweetheart,” Arson adds.
“I want your cocks,” she cries. “I want to be split open. Stretched. Used.”
Arson strokes her cheek with aching tenderness. “That’s our girl.”
I press a kiss to her lower back, whispering, “Now we give you exactly what you asked for.” A moment later, I withdraw my fingers slowly, relishing her whine of protest at the loss.
But it’s only a momentary reprieve. I position myself at her tight rear entrance, the head of my cock nudging against the slick pucker.
Arson mirrors my movements, the thick length of him pressing insistently at her dripping slit. We pause there, poised on the brink, savoring the anticipation.
“Ours,” Arson rasps, the word heavy with possession. “Forever.”
“Yours,” she agrees breathlessly. “Always.”
TWENTY-THREE
LILIAN
Iam frozen and unable to move. I’m not an idiot. I know they haven’t solved everything between them, but the idea that I can bring them together after so long is heady in my blood.
It’s too much, too fast, too overwhelming. Every nerve ending is aflame, every inch of skin electrified by their touch. I’m drowning in sensation, in the scent of their arousal mingling with petrichor and pine.
Arson’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he notches himself at my entrance. The blunt head of his cock parts my slick folds, teasing, promising. Behind me, his brother mirrors the movement, the thick length of him pressing insistently against the tight pucker of my ass. Then I feel a hot wash of liquid against my asshole that makes me gasp.
Glancing back, I watch as Aries digs his teeth into the cut on his arm Arson gave him from the fight and uses his own blood to lube me up. Fuck. What the hell did I get myself into with them? And why does watching him go absolutely feral for me ignite me even further, my thighs even slicker now with my own arousal.
I’m trembling, caught between apprehension and desperate need. I’ve never done this before, never even let myself imagine it. But now, with both of them surrounding me, claiming me,the thought of being filled so completely sends a dark thrill shuddering through me.
“Breathe,” Arson murmurs against my throat, his lips brushing over my thundering pulse. “Just breathe and let us in.”
I try to obey, forcing air into my lungs, willing my body to relax. But it’s not easy when every cell screams for more, when the ache between my thighs is a gnawing hunger that demands to be sated.
They begin to push forward in tandem, stretching me, filling me, the burn of the intrusion warring with the searing sensation of finally being claimed so completely. I cry out, my voice echoing through the hushed forest, and Arson swallows the sound with his mouth on mine.
