But…that wasn’t my first impulse.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I said, fire racing down my spine and into my balls.
Wes snapped his head up to look at me, and Marta raised her eyebrows, pursing her lips with intrigue.
My cock gave an involuntary jerk, the strange sensation of being both encased by her warmth and fulfilled by his thick length twisting in my gut.
I should have been pissed or jealous or something. I wasn’t.
Instead, I reached down to grab my cock and stroked it while my brother started fucking her again. The way he moved over her and within her filled me with a deliciously sick affection, and her little moans amplified the arousal now coursing through my veins. She sank her nails into his shoulders, leaving little imprints, and he hissed into the torture of it, leaning down to trail kisses along her neck.
Fuck me, but I liked watching them. When I caught him going down on her in the supply closet, I stood transfixed by the strength in his arms as he held her down, by the beauty in her body as she moved against him. I felt that same fascination now. They were perfect together, and watching him take her, hold her, love her, made my heart pound against my ribcage, my nightmare long forgotten.
He pushed himself inside with long, slow thrusts, drawing it out so she squirmed under him. And she matched his pace, rocking her hips up to meet him as he bottomed out again.
“Harder,” I said, my cock now painfully erect and desperate for attention.
Both sets of eyes glanced at me, Wes’s with shock and surprise, Marta’s with glee and mischief.
“You heard the man,” Marta said, reaching down to grab his ass. “Harder.”
“Yes, sir,” Wes said, and fuuucckkk, that did something to me. He shoved against her, rocking her on the mattress, making her arch up to meet him, exposing her perfect breasts, just begging to be bitten and sucked.
I focused on both of them, memorizing the way they melted together as I stroked myself in time to match his thrusts. Wes looked up at me, meeting my gaze with heat dancing behind his. He licked his lips, and for a moment, only a fraction of a second, I imagined he was drilling into me instead. I fucked my fist, envisioning the way he’d feel behind me, the way his hands would hold my hips, the way he’d sink his teeth into my shoulder.
My pace picked up.
I broke his focus to look at Marta, who also stared at me. She watched my hand under the covers, and when she noticed I was watching, she shoved the sheet away so she could look.
I let her.
I pumped my cock as they fucked right in the bed next to me. Marta reached her climax first, her euphoria exploding out of her in a powerful wave that cascaded into me. My nerves ignited, every muscle in my body responding to the tension in hers. Wes emptied himself inside her, evidently set off by Marta, and I watched the veins in his neck protrude, the broad expanse of his abs coiling as he finished.
The weight of their combined release had me spilling endless streams of cum onto my stomach and thighs, their pleasure becoming mine, mine becoming theirs. On and on it went. I combusted into nothingness and sank back in on myself like a dying star, sucking in air, trying to stay grounded in that room with them.
When I came to, Wes had rolled off Marta and now lay on her other side. She’d scooted closer to me, pushing up on one arm to lean over my torso and drag her tongue along the mess I’d made, cleaning me up.
“Fucking hell,” I said, brushing hair out of her eyes. “What a sight.”
Once she’d gathered as much as she could, she grinned up at me, and I grabbed the back of her neck to bring her closer, connecting our mouths. She tasted like me and her and Wes, and the combination nearly had my cock getting hard again.
Patience. We’ve got all night.
“Not a bad way to wake up,” I stammered, the sound of my racing pulse beating between my ears.
“What happens in the liminal, right?” Marta said, rolling onto her back so she could kiss Wes, too.
He hummed his approval and devoured her mouth, sticking his tongue in between her lips like he was trying to lick my taste off her skin. And just before she pulled away, he opened his eyes to meet mine, something dangerous and wanton flickering behind them.
Almost like he knew what I’d been imagining. Almost like he’d been thinking it, too. And I didn’t know if that thrilled me or terrified me…or both.
CHAPTER 20
Wesson
I watched Marta draw the pentagram on the library floor in white chalk while Atlas prepared the altar with candles and herbs. We’d already cleansed ourselves and dressed in ceremonial clothes, our bodies ready for the next step.
I still didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Yeah, I agreed with Marta. This seemed like the only way to recreate something like the bond we had before, and once we did, we could use our combined strength to open the veil to the other side. But the longer we stayed here, the more uncontrollable my urges became.
