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“Hold him down,” I demand, taking the lead.
“He’ll fight at first. He always does,” Arden warns me.
“And you?” I ask as he crawls up the bed and positions himself behind Carrick’s head.
Arden locks eyes with me. “I’ll take whatever you give, and I will return it in kind. We hurt. We find relief. We get stronger. Then we take down those motherfuckers.”
“Yes,” I agree.
Grabbing Carrick’s arms, Arden pulls them up above his head, holding them down. Then he locks eyes with me and says, “Draw blood. He needs to feel it.”
I nod, dropping my gaze to Carrick who’s staring up at me now. He’s my best friend, my brother, and I fucking love him. Just like I love Arden. Just like I love Cyn.
“When this is over, no more guilt, no more blame. We focus on finding Cyn, getting her back in our arms, safe.”
“Safe,” he mutters.
And with that, I pull down the collar of Carrick’s t-shirt, lean over and press my open mouth against his collarbone, biting down hard. He jerks beneath me, his cock hardening as he holds onto the cry of pain trapped inside his chest. His blood, metallic and warm, oozes over my tongue as I lick at the wound, my cock jerking from the friction as he bucks beneath me.
“Again!” Arden demands, as Carrick's chest heaves and he snarls at me, teeth gnashing, feral as a wolf.
Gripping the hem of his t-shirt, I shove up his top, bunching it beneath his chin then lower my mouth to his pec and bite him just above his right nipple. This time, he can’t stop the cry of pain as it rips out of his throat.
“You motherfucker!” he roars, fighting beneath me.
I look up at Arden who still pins his arms. “Again!”
Arden’s powerful command floods my bloodstream as I wrap my hand around Carrick’s throat, pinning his head in place, and bite down on Carrick’s left pec. This time when I lick at his blood, I suck on his nipple too.
Carrick groans beneath my mouth.
“Have you had enough?” I ask, my breath coming thick and fast. The veins in my hands popping as I squeeze his throat.
“No,” he grinds out. “Fucking do it again!”
So I do.
I bite him again and again. I bury my teeth in his skin over and over until he stops fighting and starts groaning instead.
“I need Cyn,” he cries, neck arched as he pushes his hips up to meet mine, eyes squeezed shut as he imagines her.
“We all do, brother,” I say, releasing my hold on his neck and resting my palms against his chest instead. Beneath my palm I feel the frantic beat of his heart. It matches my own.
“I need her in my arms. I need to fuck her, Lorcan,” he says, eyes flying open. “I need to show her how much she means to me. I need to apologise with my lips and my tongue, my hands and my cock. I want to see her splinter apart. I want to hear her scream when I make her come. I want her to know that I love her. That I always fucking did.”
“Me too, brother, me too,” I reply, my cock thickening at the thought of her naked and surrounded by all three of us, worshipping her, loving her just like we did that night in the chapel.
“And she will be in our arms once more,” Arden adds with conviction.
“I remember every single moment of that night we took her virginity,” I say, locking eyes with Arden now. “I remember her scent, the way she unfurled beneath our hands and lips like a flower blooming from our touch. I remember how her chest rose and fell, how her body flushed with heat. I remember the way she tasted. I remember how thick and hard I was, how you both were. I remember the feel of her tightening around my dick when she came. I remember the bliss I felt to finally have her in my arms, and knowing it was right. I remember the way she fuckingglowed.”
“Fuck, Lorcan,” Arden says as he releases Carrick’s arms and reaches for his dick, rubbing himself over the seam of his trousers. “Fuck!”
“She was taken from me,” Carrick cries, shattering with grief beneath me.
“Let it go, brother,” I say, dropping my gaze to my best friend’s eyes, pleading with him now.
We’re both hard, partly due to this feral kind of punishment I’ve just inflicted on him, but a whole lot more to do with thoughts of Cyn. She’s the wildflower in a field of thorns. She’s a fucking treasure in this world that’s so full of shit. She’s the reason why we hurt, why we feel pain, why we want to rip the world apart to find her, why our dicks throb and our breathing is ragged.
