Callum growled when he was in to the hilt. A strained look overtook his face. His teeth clenched so hard, I felt likeI’dhurthim.
“Can’t take it….” he muttered. He started pushing in again—frantic, sloppy, like Mr. Good Time did when he was about to finish.
“Go slow. Let her come first,” Gideon snapped.
“I’m trying,” Callum bit out. “But you don’t understand. She’s so tight. This feels like fucking heaven, Gid.Fuck, fuck…”
No, Gideon didn’t understand. But I did.
I was so tight. He was so big. Every push sparked against my clit.
“If you come first…” Gideon growled.
I vaguely registered him rising to his feet in my periphery?—
Right before the world exploded.
Hearing, sight, space, time—what even were they?
They all disappeared when the climax slammed into meat the same momentCallum flooded my pussy with the hot, baby-making seed I’d asked for?—
Back when I still thought it would require a sacrifice of discomfort and dissociation while men I barely knew moved on top of me.
For several flashing eons, I was lost… hurtling in a white ocean of pleasure.
And when I finally resurfaced, Gideon was on top of me—fully clothed, jeans barely pushed down and unzipped—ruttingme. Rutting me like a… like an animal. Yes, this time, that was the right word.
Without warning or intention, another climax started building, even though after-glow had barely had a chance to seep in.
“Gideon!” I cried out his name, and no more pinned thigh—I wrapped both my legs and arms around him, clinging, sobbing because there was no holding back my sensitive cry switch.
But this wasn’t low frustration tolerance. No, just the opposite. I came again with tears rolling down my face. Because nothing… no meal… no scene… no perfectly executed dark romance novel had ever felt like this.
I was a mess, but I couldn’t even describe the sounds coming out of Gideon. Not growls, but wounded bellows—that abruptly cut off when his body seized and he gave me everything in a hot, pulsing rush.
Promise broken.
He’d said they wouldn’t hurt me, but… coming at the same time as a Total Eclipse of the Sun… it hurt. This much pleasure,it hurt—and whipped inside me in a way that made me love the pain. Want to live in it forever.
But then something sharp pricked my neck, and chaos erupted.
Gideon was there, heavy on top of me. And then he was suddenly gone.
What?
I scrambled into a seated position, just in time to see Callum shove his brother away from me—so hard Gideon fell backward onto the stone floor.
“Callum!” I screamed. “What are you doing?”
Callum looked back over his shoulder at me while holding his hand out like a stop sign. “It’s all right.”
“No, it’s not!” I insisted. Rage flared inside of me on Gideon’s behalf. “If you’re not okay with all three of us doing this together, you use your words not your hands?—”
“Isss not tat! Isss miif aulth!” Gideon answered before Callum could.
For some reason, he had his hand plastered over his mouth, and I could barely make out his muffled words:It’s not that. It’s my fault.
But it wasn’t his fault. My fairness reflex ignited, and I started to climb off the bed.
