Page 15 of Velka Manor

“Say it again,” Bastian growls, keeping me flush to his chest.

It takes two seconds for me to understand what he means, but as I do, I freeze just as much as he does. I called him big brother. I haven’t done that in years, not after I started looking at them differently and that name took on another meaning.

“You have three seconds to say that again, Octavia, or so fucking help me…” Bastian leaves the threat open ended, and I wonder what he will do if I don’t say it. It almost makes me not want to.

“I said,let me see the wound before I kick you in the dick.”

I straighten my spine, preparing myself for what I’m about to do. Either way, there’s no going back. I’ll have my answer. Bas snarls an unholy noise, fisting his hand into my hair, yanking my head back. The anger on his face takes my breath away, and I whisper, “Big brother.”

His lips crash into mine, his tongue demanding entrance that I willingly give. Pleasure explodes all around me, his touch everything I dreamed it would be. His hands grasp my bare ass, lifting me as my legs go weak, not once stopping his demanding kiss. I forget the blood and the possible wound and fall into him.

Bastian kisses like he’s trying to consume me, leaving no room to breathe or even think about anything outside of him. We crash into the table, and I barely feel pain at the dishes smashing around us.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to call me that, little sister?” Bastian growls against my lips, fisting my shirt as I sit on top of the table.

I shake my head, eyes wide, mouth open. He rips my shirt apart, revealing the black sheer bra, setting my skin on fire. He moans at the sight, cupping my breasts in his palms, tweaking my nipples.

“Fuck! You always did have great taste, brother.” He bends his head, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, running his tongue across it over the fabric. I cry out, arching my back, pushing my breast further against his mouth, wanting more.

“I only enjoy the finest things. You know that, little brother,” Dorian says, sitting closer to us, lounging back and watching. Bastian growls at the name, clamping his teeth around my nipple, making me scream as Dorian smirks knowingly.

“Tell our little sister how long you’ve wanted to stretch her cunt on your cock, little brother,” he taunts again, and Bas clamps down harder, making me hiss.

“Years,” Bastian growls around my nipple, staring up at me through hooded eyes. “I’ve wanted to stretch, taste, fuck, and claim your sweet fucking pussy for years.”

I keen as he slips two fingers into my pussy while he says it, not waiting for permission or asking if I want him to. He takes my pussy like it belongs to him, touching me like there would be no reason not to.

“And how long have you been lying to us, Octavia?” Dorian asks, dragging my attention away from Basian’s fingers stretching me.

“What?” I stutter on a moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Bastian crashes to his knees, pushing my skirt to my waist, exposing my sex. He grips my thigh, fingers digging into my soft flesh, pushing it open and running his tongue up my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“I asked you a question, little sister. Pay attention,” Dorian barks, and my head snaps up.

Bastian chuckles, sucking my clit into his mouth as my hips buck against him, my head swimming, trying to focus on Dorian.

“I…I never lied to you,” I mutter, grasping Bastian’s hair, keeping him in place.

Dorian tuts, slowly rising from his chair and moving to our side. “I think youhavelied to us. You’ve been pretending for years that you didn’t want us, that your sweet cunt hasn’t been desperate for us. You’ve been rejecting us at every turn.” He cups my cheek, shaking his head in sorrow.

I gasp in rage and in pleasure as Bastian adds another finger, finding my g-spot, focusing solely on it as he sucks my clit perfectly.

“I’ve never rejected you. I didn’t even know you felt the same way. You shouldn’t feel this way… I shouldn’t… It’s wrong… Twisted,” I cry even as I thrust onto Bastian’s hand.

“Yes, but that makes you like it more, doesn’t it? The sick twisted-ness of wanting your big brothers to fuck you. It makes it that much more fucking delicious, doesn’t it?”

Dorian’s lips are on mine as he speaks. I desperately want him to kiss me, to feel his tongue against mine while I fuck Bastian’s face. One touch of his lips, and I’ll come. My orgasm is building so tightly in my body, I’m seconds away from it.

My head nods and shakes, two parts of me battling out inside, neither the winner. I want this so badly, it hurts. He’s right: the forbidden-ness of it makes their touch so much more electric, but I’ve spent years denying myself. I can’t help the denial whispering out.

“No.”

Dorian steps away as Bastian gets up from between my legs, stealing the orgasm that was just about to happen. “No, I didn’t mean it. I-”

I cry, my body shaking, everything in overdrive.

Dorian sighs heavily, shaking his head as he walks away.

“Wait,” I shout, making him stop and turn, but nothing more comes out.

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