The ruffling of clothes and the grating of a zipper behind me release an army of sharp wings that attack my stomach. They aren’t butterflies. It’s what I imagine crow wings to feel like. Itwas as if Colten somehow transferred the crow feathers inked on his arms into my body when he touched me with his fingers.
They are violent.
Frenzied.
Hungry to be quelled by pleasure.
Another noise turns my head—I think it’s the legs of the coffee table dragging across the carpet—but Brennan grips my jaw with his thumb and forefinger, lifting my eyes to meet his.
Brennan’s head slants. “I want to see the look in your eyes when you take my dick to the back of your throat, while Colten fills your needy cunt.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I nod.
My eyes are steady on his as I lower my mouth onto him. Something thrusts into my pussy at the same time, making my muscles clench. Colten’s fingers bend, deliciously hitting that spot that has my toes curling. He withdraws them, replacing them with the hot tip of his cock. He slides it through my arousal a few times before slowly pushing inside me.
Inch by inch, he stretches me, the feeling beautifully hypnotic until he reaches the hilt, pulling out and slamming back into me.
“Oh shit,” I cry around Brennan’s cock, but it emerges like gibberish. Brennan’s mouth tilts in one corner at my inability to speak.
“This is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life,” Cameron groans.
He moves closer to Brennan on the couch as Colten rolls his hips into my ass from behind, his heated and clammy skin slapping against mine. Cameron reaches for my hand, bringing it to grip his rock-hard erection as his brothers use me.
“How does her pussy feel, Colt?” Cameron inquires as my fingers wrap around his length while Bren thrusts between my lips, and Colten’s pacing picks up from behind.
Pleasure racks through my body, and the rope coiling in my lower belly starts to tighten.
“Her cunt is gripping me so tightly,” Colten exhales.
One hand grips my ass cheek while the other is splayed across my lower back. He strikes into me from behind, pushing Brennan’s cock deeper down my throat every time his hips snap forward.
Colten’s fingers travel up my spine, tangling into my hair. “What do you say, Little Ghost? Should we let Cam take your ass?”
I squirm, both of their grips compressing into my damp flesh to keep me in place while their cocks fill me. That would be too much. There’s no way I can take all three of them simultaneously. The words loiter on my tongue, but Colten’s ruthless thrusting has Brennan’s length shoving them back down where they’ll never see the light of day.
Colten wraps my hair around his fist, pulling my head up. I wince in pain, sucking in the air I was deprived of the second Brennan’s cock falls from my mouth.
Colten withdraws from my center, standing up to settle on the couch. He doesn’t release me, my scalp aching when he tugs me along with him. I’m sure in his eyes, some of this is my punishment for what he walked into. Nothing says welcome home for lunch like seeing me sandwiched between his twin brothers as one sucked on my clit while the other devoured my mouth. I’m sure he would’ve preferred an actual sandwich.
He sinks into the couch, every muscle relaxing against the firm armrest. He pulls his legs up, his muscular limbs sprawling out as he pulls me on top to straddle him. His hands locate the juncture between my hip bones and my soft stomach, his calloused touch igniting a wildfire that coasts across my skin, a bead of sweat trickling down my neck.
My palms flatten against his inked pecs, giving myself purchase to grind my clit along his erection. The electrifying friction sparks the fuse like a firework, anticipating the explosion that will shatter us into pieces.
Shatter our restraint.
Shatter our untouchable little world on the hill because there’s no going back after this.
Colten’s chest rises and falls under my hands. “Are you ready to take all three of our cocks?” My answering swallow transforms his mouth into a vicious grin. “No turning back now, Taryn.”
The way his gravelly voice articulates my name could make me come right here. He said I’m only allowed to come on his cock, so technically, I wouldn’t be breaking the rules since his hard length is pressed against my wet center.
His large hand snatches my throat, dragging my chest down to rest against his—my breasts perfectly molding to his pecs as Cameron’s hands firmly grip my ass.
Colton’s voice lowers to a whisper as his lips skim my ear, a warning laced in his tone. “You’re fucking with my entire head, baby. I said I don’t share—” He wets his lips. “But here we are, and if you were bent over the couch like a slut for my brothers, I’m going to treat you like one. And good sluts let all their holes be used.”
His admonition echoes in my ears, unleashing an impenetrable, suffocating fog that prevents coherent thoughts from forming. Cameron says something, but a strange sense of dissociation washes over me. His voice sounds distant and muffled, as if I’m watching this scene unfold from somewhere far away.
“She’s ready,” Colten answers.
