Julian listened instantly. He was the one who controlled this encounter, who set the pace as he thrust long and hard into me, as he pushed Griffin’s cock down.
“Fuck!” Griffin shook below me. “She’s too fucking tight. Soon. Soon!”
Each cock hit a different spot inside, causing a dual catastrophically blissful sensation that left me boneless. Julian continued to lead the charge, sliding in and out with a rhythmic precision. My body began to wind up, every nerve a coil, spinning like yarn on an unrelenting drill.
“I—” My voice cut out around my own pleasure as the pressure built within, as my vision blurred.
“Julian! Her cunt is strangling me. Hurry up!” Griffin growled from below.
“Three.” Julian grunted, his eyes were swirling in a frenetic haze as they landed on mine…
“Two.” Griffin pinched my clit aggressively.
“One,” I whispered, my nerves rewiring as my brain dissolved into a soaring weightlessness. My entire being filled with buzzing static.
My body relaxed, releasing out and out, a wash of liquid that coated both men. That left me gasping and desperate. As my pleasure liquified my bones.
Heat filled me next, both men pulsating together as they came deep inside of me.
I slumped onto Griffin.
Julian gently pulled himself from me, slipping across Griffin in the process. “I love you, Raven. I always have, you know that?”
Humming my agreement was all I could manage, my vocal cords refusing to work, even to tell him how much I loved him too. How warmly he filled my heart. How, in the middle of every horrible encounter, this would be a shining light.
But I was done, fully and completely worn out. They had worked me over and my energy had dissipated with my release.
Griffin flipping us and gently resting me on the bed between them was all I remembered.
Perhaps if I knew that would be the last time I saw the both of them for a very long time, I would have attempted to stay awake for just a few minutes longer.
Chapter 37
Annealed Glass
Griffin
Several Months Ago - Grypheem
“Brother, it is time. You have spent nearly four years here growing more sullen and angry. You must return to Violencia. There is a man I need you to find, no one else has been able to.” Drago sat on the couch in Griffin’s quarters glancing around the space. “It’s as if you don’t even live here.”
Griffin followed his gaze, there weren’t any personal items. And that was by design, this wasn’t Griffin’s home, he planned to leave here as soon as he could. And now Drago was handing him exactly what he wanted.
But he didn’t trust it.
Didn’t trust him.
“You took all of my freedom from me and locked me away in my quarters,” Griffin griped.
“Our father wanted me to keep you safe. It was his dying wish. And I have done just that, but now I must ask for your help.”
Griffin stiffened, his eyes flashing to his brother’s. This was the first time Drago had spoken of their father’s death in any regard, no matter how much Griffin had pressed.
Griffin felt as if he were walking across annealed glass; he was scared to ask the wrong question, to press down too hard. He wanted answers, but he understood even in this instance, Drago would not be the one to give them to him. “When do I leave? What am I doing?”
“Do you remember Raven, the cherished woman who was killed several years ago?”
Griffin was grateful he wasn’t looking at his brother, that his gaze was focused on the stained-glass that was caught in the sun. He was not sure if he could have kept the emotion from his face.
