She nodded, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as I guided her down. My cock slid inside her, stretching her open. She cried out, loud and strangled, as I filled her.
“That’s a beautiful sound to wake up to.”
Knox’s voice came from behind me.
Lena froze at the sound of him, hesitation locking her body in place.
“It’s okay, little mute,” I said. “Remember what my brother told you. Twins share everything. Let Knox watch as you ride me.”
I glanced over my shoulder.
My brother lay sprawled across the blow-up mattress, one arm propping up his head. His other hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself slowly.
“Watch him over my shoulder while I fill you up,” I murmured. “His cock’s the same as mine. See how big it is? See how long and thick the one now stuffed inside your tight cunt is?”
“The only difference is mine curves a little to the left,” I added with a smirk.
I ground into her, driving the point home by angling my hips until I hit her sensitive slick glad, which tore a sharp gasp from her lips.
My mouth found the crook of her neck, breathing her in at the source. Spiced peaches. Tempting. Addictive.
I needed a taste.
Lena had marked me. Chosen me as hers.
Now I would answer her.
“I’m yours, Lena.”
My mouth closed over her skin, slowly sucking the delicate skin, then my teeth pressed down. Gentle at first, then harder as her walls began tightening around me.
When she started moaning, cumming hard around my cock, I bit down and broke skin, marking her.
My hand came up to cover her mouth, muffling the scream that tore free as her orgasm crashed through her.
I didn’t want to silence her. I wanted to hear her scream as loud as she wanted.
But we couldn’t risk anyone hearing her.
Just this once.
“Knot, please, Silas,” she murmured against my palm.
“Careful what you ask for, Lena,” I said low in her ear. “I’m the kind of man who gives exactly what he promises.”
I held her close against me.
“You want my knot? You can have it.”
My thumb traced along her jaw, gentler than a man like me had any right to be, while my knot kept pushing and stretching, wedging itself into her tight channel.
“You want safety. I’ll give it to you.”
My lips brushed the mark at her neck, lapping at the wound. She groaned, taking me so well.
“You want a home. I’ll build it for you.”
My grip tightened slightly on her hip, possessive and steady.
