Knowing.
Hungry.
She held my gaze as she rode out her pleasure, as her wet pussy shuddered and clenched around my brother's cock.
She watched me watching her, and this hot energy passed between us.
Electric.
Dangerous.
Dirty.
My balls tightened, and I pressed my hand harder against my aching length.
Come closer,her eyes seemed to say.Come see. Come taste. Come take what you want.
I took a step closer.
Then another.
The bed seemed to pull me forward like gravity, like magnetism, like something older than logic or loyalty.
My feet moved without my permission.
My hand reached out to my brother’s Tiger.
I wanted to touch her.
Just once.
Just to feel that dark brown skin beneath my fingers. Just to know what my brother knew. Just to see if she was as soft as she looked, as warm as I imagined.
But then I walked forward and the floor shattered like black glass beneath my feet. I fell, a silent scream tearing from my throat as gravity abandoned me.
The darkness below wasn't empty—it writhed with shadowy tendrils that reached up to claim me, wrapping around my ankles, my wrists, my throat.
They pulled me down into a void so absolute it devoured light, sound, hope—the hungry mouth that lives beneath every dream, waiting to consume the unwary.
I woke with a gasp.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Sweat slicked my skin.
And between my legs. . .my cock was hard.
Concrete hard.
I could feel the wetness of precum soaking through my boxers, evidence of how far the dream had taken me before the fall.
Fuck.
I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to slow my breathing.
Warmth pressed against my left side.
Warmth pressed against my right.
