With a tight grip on her hips, I move behind her, my cock already throbbing, dripping as I press against the tight ring of her ass. She shudders when she realises what I’m about to do. But, she doesn’t resist. She presses her forehead against Thorne’s shoulder, as he smirks down at me.
“She’s ready,” he says darkly, dragging his cock along her pussy, teasing her with the ridges. “Aren’t you, little banshee?”
“Yes,” she breathes, desperate, her voice cracking. “Both of you. I want you both.”
That’s all we need. Thorne drives into her pussy hard, making her scream, at the same time as I push forward, stretching her ass. The sound that rips out of her throat is pure wildness, a sound that makes every dark, primal part of me snap.
We fall into a rhythm, her body caught between us, every thrust rocking her to the core. Thorne crushes his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries. While I grip her hips so hard I know I’m leaving bruises. My cock rubs against his, through the thin barrier of her body. The feeling of his ridges brush against my cock, is making me almost feral.
Her nails claw at Thorne’s chest, desperate to hold onto something, anything. “I can’t…” she gasps. But, her body betrays her, clenching around us both, pulling us deeper.
“Yes, you can,” I snarl against her ear, my teeth grazing her skin. “You’ll take everything we give you.”
Thorne growls in agreement, his thrusts turning brutal, punishing. “She was made for this,” he says, his voice low and feral. “For us.”
Her scream breaks again as her body shatters, convulsing violently, wringing both of us dry. I empty myself inside her with a roar, my vision going white. Thorne does the same, his curses vibrate through the room.
She goes weak between us, completely wrecked but glowing.
Tá a fhios againn nach í an uair dheireanach a bheidh ann.(We know it won’t be the last time.)
Croía's body trembles, her chest rising and falling in ragged pulls. Thorne still has her throat gripped, holding her against him, while my hands refuse to let go of her hips. We’re all slick, sweaty and have come smeared between us, the room heavy with sex and heat. I should feel sated, done, yet I don’t.
Not when I glance at Thorne and see the same hunger mirrored in his flaming red eyes. Not when Croía stirs weakly, her mouth falling open as though she’s ready to beg for more but doesn’t have the strength to form the words.
“She’s not finished,” Thorne murmurs, his lips dragging over the shell of her ear. His tone is wicked, daring. “Look at her… she’s still begging without saying a word.”
A growl rips from my throat, and I tilt her head toward me, claiming her swollen lips again, devouring her. Her moantrembles against my tongue, and that’s all it takes for my cock to stiffen once more.
Thorne notices. His smirk infuriating, but it doesn’t stop me.
“You think you can keep up with me?” he taunts, one hand sliding down Croía’s belly, finding her wet pussy still clenching and needy.
I bare my teeth at him. “I don’t think. I know.”
Croía whimpers when both my hands and Thorne’s claws claim her at once. My hand gripping her jaw, forcing her eyes to stay on me, his claw slipping inside her again. Her body jolts, too sensitive. Still, we don’t stop.
This is not rivalry, not even jealousy. It’s something darker, something binding.
Once our little banshee is nothing except a trembling, spent mess. I get her some clothes and watch as Braiden gets her dressed before I scoop her up and bring her into my room, laying her gently on my bed. Her lashes flutter shut almost instantly, exhaustion pulling her under. She needs her rest. I’ll allow her that. But me? No. My mind burns, restless, demanding answers. The male I once dismissed as nothing but human, now thrums with something dark. Power clings to him, coils around his frame like smoke rising from embers. I need to know what the fuck it is… and why it calls to me.
Unable to resist, I can’t stop staring at Braiden. Every inch of him hums with a power older than anything I’ve ever felt. I conjure some clothes with a flick of my claw, amused at the way he drags them on, as if they offend him. The fabric clings to the dirt and blood still smeared on his skin.
With an unknown curiosity, I stalk around him, letting theweight of my gaze press heavy. He feels it. I can see it in the tightness in his jaw, and the way his shoulders roll back, bracing. But he doesn’t break eye contact. Bold.
“That power,” I say, tasting the word like its wine, bitter and rich on my tongue. “It wasn’t there before, was it? You were nothing but human flesh, weak and breakable.” I lean closer, close enough that the air between us hums, alive with whatever the fuck is now thrumming in his veins. “But… now…”
My nostrils flare as I drag in a slow breath. My lips curl, in a part grin, part threat. “Now you reek of something old and ancient. Definitely not human, and not anything I’ve crossed paths within centuries.”
Studying him like a specimen I’m half tempted to dissect; I tilt my head. “So, tell me, Braiden,” My voice drops to a growl. “What the fuck are you?”
Braiden’s eyes narrow, a storm brewing in their depths. His fists clench at his sides, as if he’s preparing for a fight.
“I don’t know,” he spits, his voice rough, jagged with truth and defiance. “I didn’t ask for this… however… I’m not afraid of you, Thorne. Whatever this power is… it’s mine now.”
The corner of my mouth curls upward, sharp amusement sparking through me. He thinks not knowing makes him untouchable.
In a blur I’m on him, my claw locking around his throat. Not choking just pressing just enough for the weight of my strength to remind him what I am. His pulse thrums against my palm, savagely. It snarls against my touch like a caged thing.
