Page 94 of Cedarwood Cabin

“I…I…” I stutter.

“Use your words, baby.”

“I understand,” I breathe out.

Lyka's grip tightens around my neck. The pressure is tight, a forceful reminder of his hold on me.

“Ly…Lyka… Dax,” I manage to shriek.

“Scream our names, flower. We want everyone to know we are inside you,” Dax says. I obey and scream out their names.

Their bodies pump deeper and faster inside me with each thrust.

“Fuck. I’m gonna fill you with my cum,” Dax says, moaning.

“You…You…can’t,” I stutter.

Dax kisses me to silence me, his moans mingling with mine as our lips meet. I can feel the tension building within him.

I feel his cock twitch and pulse inside me as his orgasm washes over him. Lyka growls, his nails digging into my skin as Dax pulls out.

“My turn. I can’t wait to fucking breed you,” he grunts, pulling out of my ass as he starts to thrust in my pussy.

Dax clings to me and holds me in place so I can’t move. Lyka pounds into me harder and harder. “I'm coming. I'm coming,” he chants as he holds my hips. “Don’t move, I want my cum to work its magic,” he says as he finally releases in me.

Out of breath, we all collapse on top of each other. “That’s our girl,” Dax whispers.

The Faulkner brothers both claim me as theirs. Was there now a part of me that enjoyed it?

Lyka lets out a deep, rumbling chuckle, like a purr—self-satisfied and possessive.

We all fall silent; I don't want them to leave my body. I want to savor this moment for as long as possible. I should fucking hate them. I do.

Right?

My body's weak, still aching as we exit the cabin while Lyka adjusts his belt outside. I get that sharp twinge in my asshole, reminding me of what had just gone down. My mind's in a haze and I feel like I'm floating from my high; both from the weed and orgasms.

“Well, well, well,” a voice cuts through my daze. I look up to see Jonny standing there with one of his friends.

Jonny saunters toward us with a mocking smile. “The British girl taking more than one guy? She didn't strike me as a whore, but do I get to take her for a ride?”

Dax flushes red with anger, storming up to Jonny. “Fucking, say that again!” he growls, their faces inches apart.

Jonny's friend steps forward, but Lyka cuts in front of him. The atmosphere is tense as they face each other. Jonny and Dax put their foreheads together. I rush toward them and grasp Dax's arm, trying to pull him back. “Dax, don't,” I plead hastily as my voice shakes.

Jonny's eyes dance with sadistic pleasure. “Hit me, Faulkner. I know you want to,” he says, egging Dax on a little more.

“DAX, PLEASE!” I scream again, my voice shattering. I tug really hard on his arm, trying with all my heart to prevent impending violence.

“Go on, Dax, be a good boy and listen to your whore,” Jonny hisses, his voice dripping with venom.

I force my way past and step between them. I'm trembling as I reach up and grab Dax's face, my fingers pressing against his cheeks.

“Dax, look at me,” I cry, my voice shaking. “Leave it.” Dax's enraged stare falters as he looks down at me. Slowly, he steps back from Jonny, his muscles still tight but his demeanor weakening. I don’t want to see him or Lyka get hurt.

Lyka steps back from Jonny's friend, who sneers, “Who knew that Faulkner brothers were such pussies?”

Dax holds my hand tight as we turn away, his breathing heavy. My heart is racing as we walk off. The tension in the air is still thick around us. Jonny's voice pierces the air again.

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