Page 97 of Serpentine

I register Miles when he comes into the room. He’s taking us in, food bag in one hand, a drink carrier in the other. The look in his eyes is hungry. I want nothing more than to thrust up into her while our eyes are locked. But I can’t. I don’t have the strength in my middle. I don’t even know yet if I have the strength to come for her. With her.

It might kill me.

It might rip my internal stitches.

But I don’t care. He sets the food down on the small table near the television at the end of the bed and then moves back to the door and locks it.

That’s when I turn back to Aella, pulling her body from the covers and letting Miles look his fill and letting him see where I fill her. Where she ends, and I begin.

“What if someone wants to watch?” I ask her teasingly.

Her eyes lock on mine, but her pupils are blown. She doesn’t answer. She only leans forward and uses my shoulders for leverage to rock harder at an angle that has my cock on full display for Miles, who’s standing at the end of the bed.

I can’t see him anymore, not as Aella leans forward, fanning her breath against my mouth as she fucks me with clear intent to come.

“Bambi, you feel so goddamn good, fuck…” I groan, gripping her hips and squeezing firmly.

She gives me a little moan of thanks for the bite of pain.

“Am I hurting you?” she asks, but her eyes say she hopes I say no.

There’s a deep pain in my stomach, but it’s overridden entirely by how she feels as she slides me in and out of her body, squeezing with her walls as if she’ll never let go.

“No, Aella. You’d never hurt me, would you?” I breathe, capturing her moan when I collide my mouth with hers.

She’s fluttering around me, seeming so close to coming, until she stops moving. Her body is lax against mine, and I examine her face as it pinches in shock.

“What? What’s wrong?”

She turns to look over her shoulder.

Miles leans over where I can see him. “Sorry. I’m not much for spectator sports. I’m hands-on.” His lips tug upward as Aella squeaks.

That’s when I feel it.

Fingers inside her ass are making her tighter around me. It’s almost as if I can feel him brushing my cock himself. It makes me hungrier than I’ve ever been before.

“Aella, baby, Bambi, I need you to fucking move,” I growl in response to the added friction of his fingers pumping in her ass.

She looks between us as if trying to decide what to do or who she is now.

Her eyes flick to the door.

“It’s locked, princess. Now, fuck my brother while I fuck your ass. I want to see you come.” Miles’s demand makes her and I both groan as she rocks anew, this time harder than before.

She’s bucking against his fingers and driving us both wild.

Miles turns her face to his, kissing her deeply. I watch it as my dick ruts inside her, so close to coming just from their kiss.

“Fuck,” I grumble, gripping the hospital railings and holding on for dear life.

I don’t know that this orgasm won’t kill me, but if it’s going to, at least I’ll die a happy man.

Aella lets Miles’s lips go and lays her body down atop mine. I fight the urge to tell her to lift back up through pain and pleasure. She lays her head on my shoulder, still rocking on my dick with enthusiasm.

“Kiss him, Miles. Let me see you give in while I come,” Aella whimpers, her breathing speeding. “Kiss your brother,” she says as if the term and the taboo nature of us being adopted brothers turns her on.

Filthy little deer.

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