"Stop thinking so much, Niah." Amos breathes against my ear as he dips his hand into my boxers and wraps his fingers around my cock. I hiss at the coolness of his palm while the door clicks shut behind us.
"I can't, this is wrong, so wrong." A moan coats the edges of the protest. My hips pump forward into his fist because his hand feels so good it makes my brain short-circuit, and I hate how easily my body betrays me. But then Amos' fingers tighten, my hips rock forward again on their own. Then I freeze at the sound of a shuffle across the room, a second presence filling the darkness.
Amos' free hand wraps around the front of my throat and squeezes lightly. "Right in front of you, Niah."
I have to squint to find the outline of my other stepbrother sitting in a chair across the room with his legs spread wide and his sleeves rolled to the elbows, a feral grin spread across his face.
"Hello, firefly."
His purr vibrates through me from across the room, all the way down to where Amos' hand is still gripping my cock. Amosstrokes faster with his lips against the hinge of my jaw. "I was just going to check on you, Niah but then I heard your whine and well... Dominic mentioned he wanted to watch me have a little fun with you, so I brought you in here." He drags his thumb across the head of my cock and smears the wetness along my slit. "Isn't that wonderful?"
Why is this okay? The question tries to form, but Amos twists his wrist and my eyes roll back, the thought dying before it finishes.
"Look at that." Dominic's voice cuts through the haze from across the room. He hasn't moved from the chair, but his gaze is locked on my face with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. "You lose yourself so fast when someone touches you properly, firefly. I'm curious whether you go under as easily for Amos, or if that's just for me."
The memory of the garden flashes through my mind. I went under for Amos too, and the fact that Dominic is asking about it means he knows.
"You told him," I manage to push out, twisting to look at Amos over my shoulder. "About the garden, you told him what happened."
Amos doesn't deny it. His hand keeps its rhythm on my cock as his mouth presses against the skin below my ear. "We don't keep secrets from each other, Niah."
"That's... you can't just..." But Amos does something with his thumb, the outrage dissolving into a groan that would embarrass me if I could think straight. My body doesn't care that they've been comparing notes. My body cares that Amos' hand is warm and firm and knows exactly how to grip me and every stroke sends sparks up my spine that make the argument harder to hold onto.
"This is so fucked up," I mutter, even as my hips chase his hand. "This is so fucked up and you both know it." They’remilking my need for an Alpha but with every passing second, it’s becoming harder to care.
Dominic stands and crosses the room. When he reaches me, he grips my chin between his fingers and tilts my face up.
"You lose control around both of us." He says it as an observation, his thumb pressing into the hinge of my jaw. "That tells me something important about how your body works, which means I need to know you can stop this if it goes too far." His grin sharpens. "I think we're going to need a safe word."
Behind me, Amos draws his hand out of my pants and pushes me gently toward the bed. My body aches at the loss of contact. He arranges me on my hands and knees with my face toward Dominic, then steps up behind me and kneads the flesh of my ass before he hooks his thumbs into my waistband and drags my pants to my knees. Cool air hits the slick on my thighs as a shiver runs through me.
"What are your limits, firefly?"
"No-none." My fingers scrunch into the duvet. "I don't have any."
Two of Amos' fingers drag through the slick between my thighs and push inside me. My body rocks forward on his thrust, a gasp tearing loose just before Dominic tightens his grip on my chin.
"You're going to have to be quiet, Mattaniah. We don't really want an audience, do we?"
I shake my head. The satisfied look on his face sends warmth flooding through me, Amos' fingers curling inside me as rational thought becomes increasingly optional.
"Now. What's your safe word?"
"Um... ungh..." Amos withdraws and pumps back in, crooking forward against the spot that makes my arms shake, and my body shudders so hard the answer almost doesn't make it out of my mouth. "Mango. God,mango."
Amos snorts behind me. "What's wrong with mangoes?"
"I fucking hate them," I breathe.
Dominic releases my chin and moves his hand to his zipper. "Works for me. Now, I don't think you're going to stay quiet with my little Alpha pounding into you the way he wants to, and I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands to myself." He pulls his cock free and rubs the wet head across my lips, painting them with the salty taste of him. My mouth opens before my brain has any say in the matter. "You have your word if you need it, firefly." His free hand sifts into my hair and grips at the root. "Use it."
He feeds himself into my mouth in one slow push that stretches my jaw wide, and the sound I make vibrates through both of us as I hollow my cheeks around him and suck. He hisses above me as his fingers tighten in my hair while behind me Amos adds a third finger and twists, stretching me open.
His other hand grips my hip hard enough that I feel each individual fingertip pressing into the bone, causing me to groan around Dominic's cock. The vibration pulls a curse from him that makes my own cock throb with need.
"Good boy." Dominic's voice has gone rough, the smooth authority he usually holds cracking. "That's my firefly. Take what you need."
Amos withdraws his fingers. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance and he pauses there, one hand steadying my hip, giving me a second to register the size of him before he goes any further.
