Page 42 of Sanctuary After Dark

But not just one. Nope!

I have two Daddies!

And they are so pretty, especially when they kiss.

I have to pinch myself to make sure that I'm not dreaming because this can't be real right now.

I had been so upset thinking that they didn't want me when they stopped us from doing anything other than kissing. I thought they had just been being nice, and that they didn't like me like that.

But, oh boy!

I was so wrong.

And I was starting to feel like I was going into my little space and it wasn't scary because now I had two big strong Daddies to scare away all the frightening feelings and memories. I could let them worry about it, and I could relax and shut my brain off for the first time in four years.

I couldn't call them Daddy out loud though.

Not yet. Not when the title still felt like poison on my tongue. Not when it still brought up memories of him. No matter how much I wanted to call them that, I just couldn't bring myself to do it because it was already tainted.

One day, though.

One day I would call them Daddy and the title wouldn't make me think of him. Only them and how amazing they were.

Like right now.

My sides and cheeks hurt from how much I was laughing. I couldn't remember the last time I had really laughed. Like that deep, belly-aching laugh that took your breath away and had tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

I squirmed on my bed trying to get away from their fingers as they tickled my sides. I squealed when Lucas pressed at a particularly ticklish spot on my side, making him laugh and grin down at me more.

"Seems like we have a super ticklish bunny here, Linc."

"Mmhm, we do, and he can't get away from us either. Completely at our mercy. What do you think we should do with him?"

Their hands stilled on my body, and I blinked, looking up at them.

Lincoln was by my head with his hands on my chest, and Lucas had somehow gotten between my legs with his hands around my waist. They were both looking down at me with hunger in their eyes, as if I were the perfect meal for them and they wanted to eat me up.

That thought made me squirm a little, and Lucas's hands tightened on my waist, stopping me from moving much.

I knew that if I really wanted to move that he would let me, and he wasn't keeping me here against my will, but I didn't want to move. Especially when he was looking at me with his eyes darkened with lust.

I bit my lip as I looked at him, and he narrowed his eyes just a bit while he started to drag his hands down from my waist and over my hips.

"Well, brother, we've heard how gorgeous his laugh is and how much we can make him squeal with just a bit of tickling. I wonder what other noises our little bunny makes."

As his hands drug over my hips and down my groin, I couldn't help but gasp a little at the sensation and lift my hips up to meet his touch. He smirked down at me, making my cock twitch, a movement he didn't miss through my thin sleep pants.

Lincoln chuckled as he watched.

"Seems like he likes that. I think it's only right that we get to inspect what's ours now. Don't you think, little one?"

My two-toned eyes locked with his, and I found myself nodding because I really, really wanted that. I wanted them to touch me, and I wanted to touch them too. I wanted to worship their bodies and commit them to memory.

I gasped more as I felt Lincoln lightly pinch my nipple through my shirt, and his eyebrow raised.

"We need your words, little one, or else we stop right now."

I was quick to answer him then because I really didn't want them to stop. It was nice too, that they kept checking with me if I was alright with something.