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Levi’s dirty talking comes from over my shoulder. “Fuck yes, so good. So tight. Your ass is gripping me like a vise. You’re a dirty little slut, taking two brothers at once, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “I am.”

“Say it,” he commands. “Say you’re a dirty whore.”

“I’m a dirty whore,” I cry.

I feel like one, too, in this moment, my pussy and ass filled by two brothers, allowing them to use me like this. Their bodies own me, control me. It’s as though I’ve become an extension of them and I’m simply riding the wave.

It’s too much.

I think I’m going to lose it.

“Oh, God, oh, God. I’m close.”

Dov’s huge hand wraps around my throat. His fingers are strong, but it feels good. It’s as though he’s connected what’s happening between my thighs with my head and neck. He squeezes, but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to cut off my airway a little. The intense sensations going through my body rachet up even further. I had no idea it was possible to feel this way. It’s like I’m transcending to another plane of consciousness. Pleasure dances across every nerve ending like lightning.

I let out a choked scream, my eyes squeezed shut. Waves of mind-blowing bliss catch me in their swell, carrying me along.

“Now, Dov,” Levi growls. “Let’s fill the bitch up.”

Dov lets out a roar.

Both men let go at the same time, releasing themselves as my pussy and ass contract around them. Their cocks jerk inside me and they both ride me deep, their bodies sandwiching me on either side. Bare chests, damp with sweat, pressing to my chest and back. We are a singular creature, breathing as one, hearts pounding, skin joined.

I’d swear at the moment of my climax, I’m aware of other presences standing around us. The room filling with people, moving closer, crowding us out. I’m only aware of them for the briefest of seconds, and then they’re gone again and we’re left alone.

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DOV

I’ve never felt so close to another person.

She let me come inside her, and I didn’t hurt her. I didn’t lose control.

My brother slides out of her and goes to the adjoining bathroom for a washcloth, but I don’t want to give up this moment so quickly. I’m still inside her and she’s collapsed against me, her entire body shaking as though she’s in shock.

I wrap my arms around her, bury my face in her hair, and hold her tight.

“Are you all right?” I ask her eventually, worried we might have broken her.

She sits up a little and pushes her hair out of her face and nods. “That was…”

She doesn’t seem to have the words, and neither do I.

“I love you, my light,” I tell her. “As much as my stupid, broken brain allows me to.”

She places her palm to my chest. “It’s not your brain that holds your love, it’s your heart, and this heart is as strong as any man’s.”

I tilt her chin up and kiss her mouth again. I could kiss her forever. Stay inside her forever.

My world has been so dark, but she has brought the light. I can’t imagine a world where she’s no longer in it, and, if she chooses to leave when the snow thaws and the pass reopens, that will be exactly what I’ll be facing.

Fear rises inside me, and I cling to her tighter.

She never said she loves me back, and why would she? What reason would she have to love a freak like me?

I want to tell her I’ll give her the world, but how can I when the pain in my head gets so bad there are times I wish to cut open my own skull and extract my brain? I’ll never be able to be the man she needs, someone who can give her the perfect life with a family of her own one day.