I’m trying to be quiet. I’m trying to be good.
Zeke is somewhere in the cabin, and I can’t help but mourn how empty my mouth feels.
But Zeke isn’t Seth.
The three of us returned to the cabin less than an hour ago. I’d barely gotten through the door before Khalil was on my ass wanting to know what happened. I told him about the wolves. He was angry at me for being so reckless and pissed at Thorin for being so indulgent. The two of them turned on each other while Zeke silently looked on, ready to blame me for it all.
Khalil ended up tearing the clothes from my body so that he could see for himself that I wasn’t hurt. But all that had done was remind me that I’m horny. And now naked too. One thing led to another and…
“I think Khalil is ready to come,” Thorin whispers in my ear while thrusting so deeply my eyes cross. “Where does it go, songbird?”
I stare at Khalil from under my lashes as I say, “Inside me.”
“So tell him,” Thorin urges while he uses my body like he uses his fist. “Tell Khalil you want his cum.”
“I–I w-want you to come in-inside me.”
Khalil makes a rough, cruel sound that sends goose bumps down my flushed skin, and I know he’s about to deny me. “Onlygood girls get my cum inside their pussy. Have you been a good girl, Goldilocks?”
“No. Never.” Khalil groans, his pace increasing, and I whine because it’s too good. “You’re not…making it…easy…to be…quiet.”
Thorin pulls my hair in a vicious tug while Khalil wraps a hand around my throat. Their hold is possessive and sends a hot flare shooting from my chest down to my stomach. “So don’t be,” Khalil purrs against the flushed skin over my sternum.
Not as daring as them, I keep my lips smashed firmly together and true to their nature, Thorin and Khalil see it as a challenge. Khalil captures one of my sensitive nipples between his teeth, serving a bite of pain while Thorin tugs on the other from below, slapping the side of my breast every so often before gripping it possessively.
They work together to make me scream so that their best friend, wherever he’s hiding in the cabin, will hear. And Khalil and Thorin will take it as far as they need to—as far as I can handle—in order to stake their claim.
It happens a moment later, when Thorin’s and Khalil’s rhythm changes and they plunge deep inside me at the same time. The move steals my breath and then returns it with a scream that signals their triumph and leaves me shaken.
Not wanting to come yet, Khalil pulls out and grips the base of his dick before slapping the heavy length against my abused pussy lips. He becomes entranced with the sight as he uses the glistening, angry-looking head to tease my clit. Khalil slips down through my swollen slit and back again. My lashes flutter when he does this a few more times until his next downstroke strays too far and his thick head accidentally meets Thorin’s tunneling length and becomes lodged there.
I moan at the sight, and Khalil smirks at me. He frees his dick and shoves inside me again before my desires can twist into new forbidden wants.
It should be impossible for both of them to fit inside me, and I secretly love that they give me no choice but to take it. A huge part of what draws me to them is their unrelenting brutality. It makes my twisted heart feel like I’m not alone in the darkness that sweeps me up when I’m most vulnerable. My mountain men never hesitate to step into it with me.
They use me, push me, and sometimes hurt me, but they’re always right there, falling apart with me.
“Fuck, Aurelia.” Thorin sounds close and when he takes over the rhythm, Khalil and I have no choice but to follow. It would be easier to stop a team of racing horses.
He makes it impossible to hold in what they do to me.
Cries escape my lips in small bursts that I desperately try to swallow, but Khalil and Thorin aren’t having it. They’re watching me closely and noting every ounce of resistance from me before adjusting the angle, depth, and speed of their thrusts until those little cries turn into screams.
Theywantme to scream.
TheywantEzekiel to hear me. They want him to know just how brutally they use me and how much I crave it. I don’thatethe idea even though I know I’ll regret it once I have to face Zeke again.
Right now, my lips are falling open and my screams barrel through, mixing with their grunts and groans and the sound of our sweat-slicked skin slapping.
When my orgasm hits, it’s almost surprising since I didn’t expect them to let me come. My pussy clamps down on Khalil without warning and almost immediately, I feel his dick began to jerk inside me. I hear Thorin’s mumbled curses and know he must feel it too through the thin wall that separates them.
Keeping his promise, Khalil pulls out with a hiss and gives his thick length a few furious strokes before he groans and his dick begins to spit up. The first spurt of cum lands on my jaw, the second and third on my chest and stomach, and the last on my thigh. Thorin is right behind him, slamming into me one final time before he comes with a grunt that vibrates his chest.
It’s so good. I want to cry, but I know I can’t.
Losing Seth was a temporary seal on whatever’s broken in me, but now the part of me that allows me to cry is fracturing again, and the devastation that it may never heal again bowls over me.
The bead of sweat I feel slowly running down my sternum catches Khalil’s eye and he pauses. One of his hands leaves the back of my thigh, and he thumbs the wetness. He studies the drop for a moment before he does something I don’t expect.
