Page 66 of Echoes

My eyes widen in shock, a moan spilling from my lips as I'm slammed into from behind. "Theo?" I ask with a breathy broken voice.

Grey nods sternly. "He's in your cunt right now. But remember who made you wet. Remember who made you drip down your legs."

"Fuck," I hiss, shoving my ass against the wall as the force of Theo's thrusts threatens to send me spiraling forward.

"Look. At.Me," Grey says darkly. "I want you to watchmeas he takes you."

I lock eyes with him, a pained expression on my face as I fight the urge to automatically close them. When Theo slams into me and my eyes roll back, a hand grips my throat.

"Focus, little killer. Pay attention."

"I'm trying," I murmur weakly, digging my nails into his skin.

Grey growls, tapping his fingers rhythmically against my neck as he squeezes. "I'm not going to let you forget me."

"I would never forget you," I breathe out. "I couldn't. I wouldn't. Not now, not ever."

His eyes flash before he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. I kiss him back, moving my hips in motion with Theo's movements.

It's powerful, soul-breaking. Even though there's a wall between us, they are both here—touching me.

And suddenly, it all makes sense.

Grey organized this.

The question is… why?

I know how hard this is for him. Having to share me is unnatural for him—torturous.

Then bringing Theo into the society, practically announcing our strange relationship to the world. It's expert level, one that we should have walked into slowly. But I guess slow has never been a setting that Grey has been good with.

Except with me…

All those times he waited patiently, ensuring that I was comfortable. And nowthis.

"You're still mine," Grey growls into my mouth. "Every single part of you."

"I'm yours," I reply. "And you're mine too."

He nods, resting his forehead against mine. "When you go to heaven one day, I'll drag you back down to hell to join me. Because I'm never leaving you, Avery."

My pussy clenches around Theo's cock, my arousal coating my inner thighs. "Promise?"

"Promise. Now, I want you to explode on your other boyfriend's cock while looking at me."

His hand reaches to the apex of my thighs, fingers rubbing my clit. Knowing that they are working together to throw me over the edge is too much.

My mouth opens, a scream starting to slip out until Grey presses his lips to mine, silencing me. I tremble around Theo's cock, the vibrations shooting through him as his movements suddenly get frantic. He slams into me a few more times, jarring me forward. There's a bang on the wall as his hand hits the barrier between us and I feel his orgasm fill me.

I don't stop kissing Grey, too drunk on the taste of him and the feel of Theo. It makes me feel like I'm on fire—ironic since that's how I ended up here.

I guess the reality is fires are powerful, but not necessarily evil. They keep us warm and alive, just as much as they can torture and kill us.

Burning with the aesthetic of them, I'd happily die a million times.

Slowly, I feel Theo slip out of me, back to the other side of the wall. I drop forward, landing on my knees with a bang. My tongue flails against Grey's, the feeling of wetness rolling down my thighs and onto the newly cleaned floor.

Throwing my arms around Grey's neck, I curl my hand around, trailing my thumb across his scar.

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