Page 68 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
Then he too, pulled away leaving me dazed and confused.
Rafe’s hand tightened on my chin again. “You don’t touch us without permission, boy. That’s the only free pass you’ll get.”
Rayne trailed his fingers lightly over the bulge in my pants. “And don’t even think about touching this.”
My hips arched into his touch, chasing the light press of his fingers, but Rayne just chuckled and withdrew his hand. Bastard.
“Now, you listen to me,” Rafe said, his tone dangerous and low. “You might be coming with us, but don’t think that we won’t punish you at the drop of a fucking hat. In front of the others if we have to.”
“I know,” I replied, hope slowly unfurling in my chest. “Just let me try. Please. That’s all I’m asking.”
Neither of them said anything but I could see the conflict warring in those blue eyes. I knew they wanted me with the same desperation that I wanted them, but I’d hurt them and tainted the moment we’d shared. I didn’t know how long we stayed there for, but there was a moment that the pair of them seemed to come to a decision. They shared a look, and I knew, there was going to be a world of pain and discomfort for me.
And I couldn’t wait.
“You set the rules of the game last time,” Rafe said darkly.
“Now, it’s our turn.” Rayne wrapped his hand around my throat, his wrist settling beneath his brother’s. They looked so aggressive, and they were both there on their knees for me. It was a power trip for sure.
“Rule number one,” Rafe started. “You tell the truth. Always. Nod if you agree.”
I nodded.
Rayne leant closer, his chin brushing his twin’s shoulder. “Rule number two. We own you.”
I gulped.
“Do you understand what that means?” he asked, his grin feral.
My heart raced, which was uncomfortable considering it usually beat extremely slowly. Gods, it felt like the thing was trying to burst from my chest.
The pair of them stood, dragging me to my feet, before letting go of me entirely. I kept my hands by my side, despite the fact that I wanted to touch them. Needed to touch them.
“It means that if we do this,” Rafe began, “then you’re all in. We won’t let you go ever again.”
I should be running, as far away as I possible could. Instead, I dropped to my knees and presented my self like a good boy. “I’m all in. Make me yours.”
The pair of them gave a sharp inhale. Gods, they were beautiful. Like angels hellbent on revenge, with fury and determination in their gaze.
“Break me,” I said, barely above a whisper. I knew this was the only way to tip them over the edge. They needed to punish me just as much as I needed them to.
“It would be so tempting,” Rayne said as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Punish me, Rayne. Make me feel it. Show me how much you hate me. I deserve—”
He slapped me hard across my face, halting me into silence as the sharp sting blossomed across my cheek. Then he gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“You deserve more than we can give you, vampire. But right now, I want to feel your throat squeeze my cock as you gasp for air.”
Fucking Hell. My entire body trembled with need. It’d been so long since I’d felt their touch, but the intensity that had flared between us then, absolutely combusted right now.
It was with shaky hands that I reached for Rayne’s zipper, undoing his jeans, and pushing them down his powerful thighs. When they pooled at his feet, he stepped out of them and kicked them away, leaving him clad in his black boxers.
I flicked my gaze to Rafe, catching his intense gaze as he watched us, palming himself through his jeans. It was hot having his eyes on me. Knowing that he was watching everything I was doing, and I could feel his gaze leaving a trail of fire against my skin as he stared at his twin and I.
Rayne tugged me forwards until my mouth was tracing the outline of his rigid dick through his underwear. I inhaled deeply, taking the scent of him deep into my lungs, mouthing over the spot that was already wet. Was he as turned on as I was? Gods, I couldn’t think beyond what I could see and smell at the minute. Everything else was merely peripheral.
I tugged his underwear, pushing them until they fell down to the floor and I went back to Rayne’s perfect dick. I’d forgotten how gorgeous it was. Thick, heavy, and flushed. I swiped my tongue over the end of it, enjoying his sharp taste, before sucking on the end of it.
