Page 69 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
Rayne corded his fingers through my hair and yanked my head backwards. “Oh no, baby. You can do better than that. Open your mouth wide and show me how much you want my fucking dick.”
Fuck. Those words were like lightning to my core. I sat there and opened my mouth wide like a good boy. Rayne fed me his cock and didn’t stop until it was pressing against the back of my throat. The weight of it was heavy against my tongue, the taste of him bitter against my tastebuds making my already hard dick leak behind my zipper. My hands gripped my thighs, desperate to touch Rayne but wanting to please him more. He hadn’t given me permission to move them, so I kept them where they were.
Rayne pulled back, giving my aching throat relief, but it was short lived. The hand in my hair gripped me firmly while he pummelled his cock into my mouth. Saliva dripped down my chin, tears streamed down my face and Rayne watched me as I fought against my instinct to fight back. He brutalised my mouth while his twin watched, his hand down his pants gripping his dick tight and matching his brother’s strokes.
“Gods your mouth is so fucking good, baby,” Rayne muttered, lost in his pleasure as he used me. “Open wider.”
Rayne brought his other hand to join the first, twisting the strands until pain sliced across my scalp. I moaned around his dick, close to coming in my pants completely untouched. I was so fucking close.
“No coming until we say, boy,” Rafe growled, guessing my thoughts. He strode from his chair, jeans open, large dick swinging free. He knelt behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder, before running his hand over the rigid bulge in my pants. “Your orgasms belong to us, Beau. Only we get to say when you’re allowed one.”
I whimpered at the sound of my old nickname. I’d missed hearing it. Missed them.
Fuck, I’d missed them so much.
Rafe’s hand surrounded my throat and squeezed. Dizziness started to sink in, but it brought with it a sense of euphoria. My heart was going frantic in my chest, trying to keep me alive as the twins brought me to the edge of death. I didn’t need to breathe but I could still absorb oxygen to enrich my blood. Without it, I became slower, more sluggish.
My eyes started to roll backwards as I creeped closer to the point where my lungs would shutdown. To when my primal side would take over to help me survive.
Rayne must have been keeping a close eye on me because he chose that moment to pull out of my mouth.
I fell backwards into Rafe and gulped breaths, feeling my blood revitalising with every lungful of air.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Rafe said as he swiped his tongue up the side of my face. “I love the taste of your tears. So goddamn sweet.” He licked his lips as if trying to get every last one of my tears.
“This won’t be the last time you cry for us, Beau,” Rayne said as he pulled me to my feet. He smiled wolfishly at me. “I guarantee it.”
My legs trembled beneath me from being on the ground for so long, but they threatened to collapse with Rayne’s words.
“This it it, Beau. You had your chance to run,” Rafe said by my ear.
Rayne grabbed my chin and held my gaze. “There’s no escape from us now.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Then I smashed my mouth to Rayne’s. It was a greedy kiss, demanding when I had no right to demand anything from the twins, but oh, how I wanted them. I wanted them to choose me. To claim me. Brand me and make me theirs. I was ready before, but now I yearned for it with everything I had. I’d meant it when I said that I was all in with them.
Rafe pushed in against my back, his erection digging into my ass as he ground his hips against me. His mouth latched onto the side of my neck and sucked hard. Jeez, that was going to leave a mark and I kind of loved that. Loved the idea that everyone was going to know I’d been branded by the Thornley Twins.
Rayne pulled away and spun me around to face his twin. Immediately, Rafe grabbed my hand and pulled it towards his cock, wrapping my fingers around it. The moan that left his mouth was pure sin. I shivered at the sound of it.
Rayne nipped at my earlobe, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. “Squeeze his cock, Beau. Make him feel it. Make his knees tremble.”
Rafe’s intake of breath was sharp as I followed the instructions, pumping my hand up and down his shaft with a firm grip. My own cock was throbbing, almost to the point of pain. I needed them to touch me. Needed the release, desperately.
“Please,” I begged against Rafe’s mouth.
“Please what?” he replied, a wolfish grin curling his beautiful mouth.
A whimper fell from my mouth, suddenly too wound up to form words. My skin felt too tight, my body too tense.
Rafe looked behind me at his twin. “I think he wants us to touch him.”
Rayne hummed in amusement as he grabbed my chin, tilting my head backwards until I was looking up at him. “Is that right?”
“Please, please, please—”
“Hush, now,” Rayne said as he stroked down the side of my face. “I’m going to make it all better.”
A sob of relief worked its way out of my throat.
