Page 46 of Velka Manor

“Always such a good girl for her big brothers,” Dorian says, standing by her head, running his fingers through her hair. “Do you know how much your brothers love you?”

I slowly kiss down her stomach, tracing patterns with my tongue, making sure I get every inch of her. She shakes her head no, gazing at him with wide, vulnerable eyes. He bends down, placing his nose on hers, getting that soft look he only gives her.

“You’re ours, Octavia. We want to consume you, to fucking devour you. There has never been anyone else for us. You own our hearts, our fucking souls. We are living and breathing monsters, but we are your monsters.”

She sucks in a deep breath, shaking at his words and our touch. I place myself between her legs, dragging my tongue slowly up her slit, tasting how fucking wet she is. “We are damned and damaged. There is no salvation for us, but there will never be anything or anyone more important to us than you. Be our shining light in a world of darkness, pretty girl.”

Dorian fists her hair, lifting her head so she can gaze at me. She nods slowly, licking her lips. “Always.”

I suck her clit between my lips, flicking the bundle of nerves with my tongue, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head, Dorian still fisting her hair. He captures her mouth, swallowing her moan, claiming her in a way that has me rubbing my dick on the bed. I fucking love it when he gets possessive of her, and it turns me on when he gets all possessive of me. The need to be wanted ignites a fire in my veins that will have me doing anything to get it.

Some people might resent the way they were brought up if they were in my shoes, and they wouldn’t be wrong to feel that way. It’s a fucked-up life, but I wouldn’t change a thing, because it got me them. I would live through it all again, take every beating, every moment I thought my life was about to end, every single action that turned me into the monster I am today, I would do it again and again if the results were me having her.

There has not been one moment in my life that I didn’t love her with so much obsession that I thought my heart would tear to shreds.

“That’s it, angel. Come on his face. Drowning him in your cum so I can lick it off and have a taste for myself,” Dorian husks.

Octavia whines, rolling her hips, thrusting against my mouth. I slip three fingers into her sweet pussy, curling them to catch the spot inside that makes her squirt, burying my face into her pussy, my nose brushing against her soft blonde curls. I flatten my tongue on her clit, pushing down hard, knowing she needs the pressure. She cries out, her hands flying to my head, holding me in place.

“You’re such a beautiful wreck for us; so broken, so shattered. We weren’t supposed to fit together, Octavia,” Dorian whispers, dragging the knife down her chest, circling her nipples. “We were never meant to be, but we claimed you the second you wereborn. We didn’t know then what you would be to us; we just knew that you belonged to us. So, we helped collect all the pieces they shattered and forged them into ones that would fit with ours. We melded ours to be whatyouneeded. You fucking own us, Octavia Stone. Don’t you ever doubt that.”

She shudders at his words, goosebumps raising up on her skin. Dorian keeps dragging the knife down until he reaches the top of her thigh, humming in approval, selecting the spot for his name right next to my face.

He nicks the top of her thigh right by her groin, making a cut on my cheek at the same time. He leans down, running his tongue along the shallow cut, licking up the droplets of blood that bubble there. I feel his breath on my cheek as he keeps going, running his tongue up my cheek to lick the wound. I groan into Octavia’s pussy, sinking my face deeper, my cock throbbing.

His lips trace across my ear, a deep, dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Your blood tastes almost as sweet as hers, little brother. After I carve her, I’m going to put my fucking mark on you.”

I shudder at the possession in his tone, letting the twisted feelings I have for my twin roll through me. I don’t want him like I want her, but I want to feel owned, and these two are the only ones I will ever let own me.

Octavia pants, raising up on her arms, gazing down at us with her pupils blown. I smirk against her pussy, slowly pumping my fingers, dragging my tongue up and down her slit.

“Do you like that, pretty girl? Do you want our big brother to mark me as his, just like you?”

Her pouty mouth pops open, and she rolls her hips in time with my movements, nodding her head. “Yes,” she says, biting her bottom lip.

“Well,” I say, nipping at the flesh on her thigh where Dorian is going to mark her. “If that’s what my little sister wants, that’s what she gets. Always.”

Her eyes sparkle, the soft smile appearing that I fucking adore. “Thank you, big brother.”

I groan, sucking her clit back between my lips, carrying on with my mission to make her squirt all over my face. I fucking love it when she calls me that.

Dorian holds her thigh with one hand, and I help, clasping it tight, making sure she doesn’t wriggle too much while he does it. His cock is rock hard in his trousers as he makes the first letter, his breath heavy, a madness in his gaze. Octavia hisses and then moans at the pain, falling back onto the bed, and I increase my actions, drowning out the agony with blissful pleasure.

I grip her thigh tighter, and she begins to wriggle, her arousal dripping down my hand as I twist my fingers inside her, adding a fourth. It’s a tight fit, but she lets me in, keening, her hips bucking.

“That’s it, angel. I’m almost finished, and then you can come.”

“I can’t hold it,” she says, panting heavier.

“Ten more seconds, and then come for us, sweetheart,” Dorian orders.

I swirl my tongue over her clit, fucking melting as she cries my name, trying to buck harder into my face, my hand soaked. “Bastian!”

“Four seconds!” Dorian’s voice is husky, and he grunts, a breathlessness in his tone that makes me think he’s going to come as soon as she does.

“Dorian, please,” she sobs, crying out as I do another flick of my tongue.

“Now, Octavia. Come now.”

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