Page 28 of Claimed By Brothers

Outside, the drums are still banging, the rhythm getting faster—much like the beating of my own heart as Izzo shoves a hand in my hair and yanks my head back so he can lick my neck with his long, simmering tongue. I feel his fangs grazing and nipping my skin, liquid heat dripping down my inner thighs.

“Listen to the music,” he whispers, then wraps both my hands around his enormous erection. “That’s the red fire music. That’s the passion of Sunna, enveloping those of us who have burning bonds. You may have tasted the grass of love, but it’s nothing compared to this sound. Do you feel it?”

“I do.”

It’s like a thudding that matches the agitation in my rib cage, the rhythm echoing in my core as I stroke Izzo slowly from the base to the engorged tip. I move my thumb over the swollen head and collect a generous droplet of pre-cum while he massages my breasts, his claws subtly scratching my skin. I taste the salty-sweet elixir as I look into Izzo’s eyes, suckling my thumb for good measure. I feel him swelling against my belly.

“You’re a fucking goddess, Amber,” he says. “I want you on your knees.”

I obey, smiling and biting my lower lip as I get down, my eyes never leaving his. “And I want you in my mouth,” I tell him.

Holding him with both hands tightly around the base, I guide him between my parted lips. It’s an effort, but my jaw loosens while I relax the back of my throat in order to take as much of this monstrous cock in my mouth as possible. The music is definitely helping. It’s doing something to my senses, to my body, loosening me up and letting my mind unravel as I suck my man with great joy.

His tail lashes out and wraps itself around my neck. The spiky tip is angled away from my face, and I feel his grip tightening while he runs his fingers through my hair, then holds my head in place so he can fuck my mouth like the beast he is.

I let him, reveling in the taste of him, eager to swallow him whole even though I know it isn’t possible. I’m so turned on, my pussy is aching for him, but I let Izzo claim my mouth for as long as he wants—deeper and harder with each thrust.

“You belong with Binzen and me,” Izzo grunts harshly as he pulls back. “Say it, Amber.”

“I belong with you and Binzen.”

I keep telling myself that’s a lie, but deep down, the truth resounds shamelessly to the rhythm of those drums. He pulls me up and pushes me onto the bed, growling like a lion as I land on the soft fur throws. Izzo climbs between my legs and grabs me by the hips.

“You belong with me, Amber. And I belong with you. I belong deep inside you,” he snarls, spearing me with his full length.

I cry out as the drumbeats intensify, my pussy stretched, coating him in my liquid arousal as he starts fucking my brains out. “Yes, baby, YES! I belong with you!” The words come out of my mouth past tender, slightly swollen lips.

“That’s right, Amber. All of me belongs deep inside you.”

His tail is still wrapped around my neck, and his fingers are digging into my hips as he fucks me deeper and harder. Faster, faster, as fast as the drums, my breasts bouncing gleefully with each thrust as my hand travels downward. I need to make myself come with him. I need the release as badly as he does.

Izzo leans down and captures my mouth in a ravenous kiss, my fingers flicking my clit and applying more pressure. He’s so damn big, so damn thick and savage. My screams of pleasure pierce through the night as I feel the climax edging toward us.

He suckles my tongue as he goes harder, his tail tightening around my neck. I can barely breathe, which only serves to make the entire experience infinitely more intense. It’s so fucking hot that I explode like a gushing fountain all over him.

“Oh, God, YES!” I gasp, breathless, as the orgasm ripples through me like a raging ocean.

My pussy pulsates all around Izzo as he spills his seed inside me, as he rams into me like a raging beast, fucking and consuming and possessing me with everything he’s got. It’s carnal. It’s madness. It’s absolute surrender as our bodies and souls merge into one another.

I belong with Binzen and Izzo.

And they belong with me.

Which is why leaving them will be the hardest thing I’ll ever do in this damned life.

9

Izzo

Amber is a remarkable woman.

I know she’s still itching to leave, but every day that goes by, I feel her bonding closer to my brother and me. He was right about one thing. It takes time and patience with her. I’m willing and eager to put in the work, but I will never let her go. My brother still has a conscience. He still has doubts about keeping the human women. After we lost Alana, however, something broke inside me, something I never thought I would get back until I laid eyes on Amber. He knows it, too. It’s different this time. More powerful and all-consuming.

After speaking to Helios about an alliance between the Fire Tribe clans in anticipation of the Sky Tribe’s impending attack, Amber and I return to our town with newfound strength and energy. Yet, as soon as I leave her to spend a few hours in the company of Cynthia, Alicia, and Jewel, I can feel her slipping away again. I cannot fault her friends for wanting to leave, for wanting to go back to Earth, but I cannot allow such ideas to fester anymore either, so I take Binzen aside for a talk one morning.

Amber is taking care of Valen with Cynthia and Alicia by her side. I’ve yet to see Jewel since last night’s dinner, but she can’t have gotten too far. My guards are always watching her, even when she thinks she’s managed to elude them.

“I don’t like where this is going,” I say once we’re alone in the house. “She’s still itching to escape.”

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