“You want them to eat you, Little Doll? Do you want to show them what they've been missing?” Zane looks over at me, and I raise a brow, not that anyone can see my face, because if he isn't careful, he'll blow our cover. Part of me doesn't really care if he does. I want her to know it's us. I want her to see that the men standing before her are her best friend’s brothers, but deep down, I know that it can't happen, not yet. Not untilI’ve seen her pretty face fill with tears from choking on my rock-hard cock.
Zane threads his fingers through Shiloh’s and guides her toward the couch by the fireplace. They’re the only ones still dressed, and call me impatient, but I am more than ready to level the playing field. My brother and I are on standby, waiting for Zane to call us over, and the second his masked gaze shoots in our direction, we don’t fucking hesitate.
I round the couch, my brother hot on my heels, as we step into the warmth of the fireplace, focusing only on them. The amber glow coats their skin, casting shadows on the pine walls with each flicker of the fire. Shiloh’s wide eyes glaze over when they roll over our naked bodies, alive with hunger, and submission as the full force of what’s about to unfold crashes over us.
I am fucking starving for her.
We’re going to test her every boundary because there’s no denying it’s what she craves, and knowing there’s nowhere for her to run stirs something dark and depraved in me. Out here, there are no prying eyes, no cameras, nothing. The whole fucking world could burn around us for all I care, because while we’re out here, the only thing that matters is us.
“Kneel,” Zane commands, his deep voice leaving no room for defiance, and we all know that he isn’t talking to me and my brother. The look on Shiloh’s face sends an electric shock straight to my cock, and there’s no way in hell that I can hide my reaction to her.
Obediently, she drops to her knees before Zane, her eyes tracing every move of his fingers as he begins unbuttoning his jeans. A whimper escapes her needy, red lips when his thick, pierced cock springs out, hitting his stomach with a firm, punishing smack.
My mouth waters at the sight of them, my balls heavy with need, and I feel like I’m being edged, because I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as desperately as I do now, and Shiloh is more than ready for us.
“Will you be a good girl for us, Shiloh?” Zane says, every inch of him stiff with need as he gazes down at our girl, waiting patiently to please him. Shiloh nods, her eyes locked on his erect dick, but he reaches out, gripping her chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing her eyes to meet his masked, unyielding stare. “Use your words,” he demands, each syllable striking me like a live wire.
“Yes, Daddy,” Shiloh says, her voice laced with unfiltered mischief, and it only tears a low, dangerous growl from Zane.
I love it when he’s like this.
This is the side of Zane that the world doesn’t see. To the world, he’s the quiet, unassuming drummer, always in the background. Mind you, he has his own fan base. The ladies go absolutely feral for Stone Cold’s drummer. But what they don’t get to see… is this.
He is our safe place.
Our core.
Our gravity.
The reason we survived growing up in Blue River.
And when the lights go out and the curtains finally close, Zane is the home we get to return to. Watching him awaken like this with the only woman we’ve ever truly wanted twists something deep within my chest, making me ache with a hunger I’ve never known.
The thought of this ending is enough to send me spiraling, but I shove every fear of her leaving us away and drag myself back into the moment. It’s the only way I won’t fuck this up by unveiling who we really are and begging her to stay.
“Tell me, Little Doll, do you want them buried in your greedy fucking holes while I fuck your throat with my cock?” Zane asks, his deep voice dark and teasing, and I don’t think I’m breathing. A moan escapes Axl’s lips as we wait impatiently, barely holding on to our resolve. My cock aches, desperate to be inside a warm…something,and I can feel the pre-cum forming at my slick tip start to drip.
I know better than to touch myself.
The last thing I need is for Zane to deny me my release, because the fucker will if he notices I’ve taken matters into my own hands. I’ve seen this play out way too many times to doubt him now.
“Yes, Daddy.Please. I have no limits. I am good with everything.Trust me.Please just…I’m begging you.Don’t make me wait for this. Fill me. Own me. Claim me untilI am dripping with all your cum. I know you fucking want to, so what are you waiting for?”
Oh. My. God.
My jaw has officially detached from my body as my brain tries to process Shiloh’s filthy fucking words. The girl we once knew?Dead.RIP to the perfect little princess we all knew and loved, because she has been replaced by a woman who might literally send me to my own damn grave. My gaze snaps to Zane, and I’m half worried that she’ll be punished for such an outburst, but then I remember that he asked her. I guess I just wasn’t expecting her to say…that. He turns to face me, and even through his mask, I can tell that he’s amused.
“You heard the woman, what are you waiting for?”
CHAPTER 8
SHILOH
FA-LA-LA-LA-LA FUCK MY LIFE
The cold didn’t standa chance in this cabin.
I am on my knees, trapped in the heat that’s radiating off of three of the hottest men I have ever encountered in my entire life. I couldn't drop to my knees fast enough.
