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“He wants more, Tia.” He sighs and drags a hand through his hair. I draw over his skin with my finger, knowing my touch calms him, and he presses a kiss against my head. “He’s always going to want more.” His voice is as low as a whisper, and the gravelly edge to it sends a shiver over my body, so I tighten my hold on him.
“And you don’t think you can give him that?” I murmur.
His body tightens again before he sighs as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders. “I know I can’t.” I glance up at his handsome face to find it contorted in pain with his eyes squeezed shut.
“I believe in you, Lucas, and I believe in Cole too. He’d never do anything to hurt you.”
His eyes flash open. “I know that.” Sincerity oozes from his words. “I know that.”
Leaning up, I place a kiss on his lips before resting my head back on his chest. “Our love is brutal, Lucas. But without the brutal, there’d be no love.” He nods.
It’s true, without the dark realities we’ve lived, our love would simply not exist. And who wants to live in a world where there’s no love, no matter how brutal your struggles are to get it.
My eyes grow heavy and close with the hypnotic motion of Lucas stroking my hair while whispering words of love. They float over me, creating a veil of protection. “Our love for you is brutal, it ripples our core. Filling us with the love and tranquillity, filling us with awe.”
The mattress dips,and I hum in approval when I smell Cole slide beneath the sheets. Lucas pulls my back toward his chest, then peppers kisses down the column of my neck, and my whole body comes alive beneath his touch. The way his firm hands feel against my skin has me moaning in his embrace.
Gently, he slides my camisole strap over my shoulder, then pushes the material down to expose me. “Feed from her,” he breathes in my ear toward Cole.
Cole moves closer, and my hands find him, and his nakedness pressing against me sends a swirl of excitement through my body. His solid muscles twitch on Lucas’s words. He loves how Lucas controls the narrative of our pleasure as much as I do, along with the blunt filthiness behind his words and the heavy desire in his gravelly voice.
Cole pushes the fabric further down, and I moan in delight when his wet tongue flicks over the bud of my nipple. He grasps my tit, and a dull ache pangs through me at his touch. It’s as though my milk throbs for release against him, so when his lips seal around my nipple, I whimper in ecstasy, allowing my head to fall back against Lucas’s shoulder.
“Hmm, you like that, don’t you? You like Cole feeding from you.”
“Mmm.” I can only mumble as my milk floods his mouth, words escaping me. He suckles hard against me, and my hips rock in a desperate need to feel them stroke me, touch me, fill me. “Please,” I beg them both.
“You need filled with our cum, don’t you? Such a needy little slut for us.” His deep voice fills my ears, and wetness floods between my legs at an embarrassing speed.
Dark, controlling, broody Lucas is enough to make my pussy combust. And controlled, desperate Cole is the one to lick it back together.
“Fuck, that’s hot, Cole. Drain her tit. Take all her milk from her.” Lucas rocks behind me, his solid length pushed into the crease of my ass while Cole squeezes me and mumbles groans of approval against me.
“Please,” I beg again.
He yanks me by my hair so my eyes snap up toward his. “You want my cock?”
My lips part, and my gaze is hazy. “Yes.” I somehow breathe out.
His dark eyes implore mine. “Then you’ll take it how I give it. Understand?”
I nod. Jesus, I’d take him anyway he’d let me right now. And Cole would too, if only he’d allow it.
“Spit out some of her milk for me.” Lucas holds his cupped hand out toward Cole, and my body heats with desire at the insinuation.
Oh, sweet Jesus. What the hell is he going to do?
Cole’s mouth slowly releases my nipple, and I whimper at the loss of his touch. Then milk drips from Cole’s chin as he spits it into Lucas’s palm until it’s overflowing, arousal surges through me when he makes no effort to swipe it away.
“Part your ass cheeks for me,” Lucas grits out.
“Oh god,” I cry.
I squirm beneath the sheets and pull my ass cheeks apart for him, then another wave of desire courses through me at the thought of what’s to come.
A grunt escapes Lucas’s lips and a shift of his hips makes me eager for him to fill me. Then his hand disappears behind my back, and when the warm milk drips from his hand and he spreads it around my asshole, my body burns with lust.
Cole maneuvers himself, then grips my tit and sucks like a man possessed, and when his cock nudges my entrance, I throw a leg over his hip, opening myself wider for him.
