Page 82 of Silent Oaths
Theodorelooks like a volcano on the brink of eruption, his restraint hanging by a thread.
Helooks at his brothers, his gaze dark and hungry. “Ithink it’s my turn to get a taste.”
Maxwellsteps aside, his lips curled into a sly smile, andTheodorewastes no time.Hegrips my hips, flipping me effortlessly so my legs dangle off the couch.Then, he lowers himself to his knees, settling between my thighs.
Inan instant, his mouth is on me, sucking on my sensitive nub.Helaps his tongue around my clit, between my lips, inside my pussy.Hisgaze locks with mine as he devours me with insatiable need.Thehunger in his eyes is almost palpable.
“Fuck,Isabel,” he grunts, pulling away for half a second before his mouth descends back on me, this time accompanied by two fingers pumping inside me.
I’mfully aware his brothers are standing there, silently observingTheodorelick and suck on their cum leaking out of my entrance.
Theodore’stongue doesn’t stop its relentless attention, every second heightening the strange, confusing pleasureIfeel.Anotherorgasm threatens to surface, and allIcan focus on is the wayTheodore’smouth works on me.
“God, this feels so good,”Iwhimper, an electrifying rush racing up my spine.
JustwhenI’mat the edge of my climax, he stops, andIlet out a whine.
“Ican’t let my brothers be the only ones to fill you,Siren,” he taunts, unbuckling his pants with a quick flick.Hefrees his cock, and in one, smooth motion, enters me.
I’mso wet from the mix of my arousal andMaxwellandJulian’scum,I’mable to adjust to his size within a few seconds.Imoan loudly, letting the pleasure consume me, my orgasm cresting like the feeling never left.
“I’mso close,”Imutter, my senses overwhelmed.
“Notyet, baby,”Theodoregroans, fucking me with urgency, like he’s desperate to get closer, push deeper.
Thisfeelstoogood, thoughItry to remind myself none of this should be happening.ButIfeel likeI’mbeing torn between two worlds, one whereI’min control and one whereI’vesurrendered to them.
That’snot a problemIcan focus on now, not whenIcan’t even make sense of what’s happening inside me.
“Now,”Theodoregrowls, urging me to release all control.
Ilet the pleasure consume me, surrendering to the waves of heat crashing over my body.Eachpulse sends a jolt through me until my thoughts blur.
Theodoremumbles incoherently as he releases inside me, filling me up in waysInever thought possible.
Whenmy body releases the tension, my muscles ache with the need for more, andIcan’t help but crave it.Cravethem.
Irealize, in that moment, that the brothers have me trapped, caught in a gripIdon’t thinkIcan escape from now.Idon’t know ifIeven want to any longer.
They’vewormed their way into my thoughts, their touch branded into my skin, and somewhere along the way, they’ve found their way into my heart.
29
THEODORE
Afew days have passed since we visitedIsabel’sapartment.
There’sa shift in the air, a subtle one.
Inotice it every timeIlook atIsabel.Shestill fights us, bickers and snaps at us like she always does, but there’s something different now.She’salmost… comfortable.
Shehas been coming out of her room more often, lingering in the living room whileIgo through paperwork,Julianpours over his sketches, andMaxwell…Well,MaxwelldoesMaxwellshit, whatever that entails.
Isabeldoesn’t say much.Shejust stays, hovering like a ghost, not quite involved, but never really leaving.Ican feel her eyes on me asIwork, even when she’s pretending to be absorbed in whatever files she’s skimming through.I’vecaught her more than once looking at me from across the room, her face a mix of curiosity and wariness.It’slike she’s trying to make sense of us, of all this.
Yesterday, whenIwas knee-deep in paperwork,Juliannoticed her in the kitchen.Thelook on his face was priceless.Hepractically ran to her, ready to check if she was burning up with fever.Turnsout, she was just hungry and decided to make herself something to eat.
Thatwas a first.
