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“Fuuuuuck!” the one in my ass yells, as the other groans in pleasure.

“I can feel you inside her. She’s so tight.”

I clench around both of them, feeling every ridge inside me. They stay there, holding me impaled on their cocks, until I think I will be driven mad with need.

“Relax. Give in to us,” one says through clenched teeth, his fingers tweaking my nipples.

“You’re ours to use and fuck now,” the other whispers in my ear between heated kisses up my neck.

I stand at the edge of the deep, dark ocean, letting its murky waves draw me deeper with each lash of their tongues and soft lips on my burning skin.

They trade me between them. The white-haired male demands my attention, clasping the back of my head and forcing me into a brutal kiss. Our tongues clash in a demanding battle of wills, leaving me breathless and gasping for air. Deeper and deeper they draw me in.

The other takes my chin gently, turning my head to his. His tongue sensually teases over my lips, wooing me, enticing me, demanding to let him in before owning me completely. It’s all too much. I relax in their arms, surrendering to the rising waves of pleasure.

The edge of the ocean’s abyss looms around me as they sync their powerful thrusts, drowning me in pleasure.Oh gods, ohgods.Simultaneously, they clamp their teeth into my shoulders, and I cry out as molten magma spreads from their bites.

Lightning crackles behind my eyes, and I spasm in their arms, then fall into the black abyss, surrendering to the orgasm. They hold me there as they follow me into the murky depths of oblivion.

They fucking bit me.

Chapter Three

Revant (Rev)

Ifucked up.

I should have made her leave, but when I saw her dancing in the field, spinning without a care in the world, every part of me had to have her. She was ethereal, magnetic, everything I never knew I needed.

Our orders are simple: kill anything that trespasses into the estate. And for the first time, we failed. Failed so spectacularly that I am certain the punishment will leave us starving and mad for weeks after this. But for some reason, I do not care.

My main worry is that when our sweet rabbit awakes, her eyes will shine with pure hatred. What we did was so wrong, and the thought of her running away from us makes me hold her tighter. But perhaps her running would be for the best. She would be safe if she left. Safe from him and me and whatever Master will force us to do to her once he realizes we let someone in.

My brother enjoys the hunt and kill. I do not. I would much rather do other things. However, we are two halves of one whole. We are connected, him and me. Always able to feel the other’s emotions. Took us years to learn to differentiate between his andmine. There has always been a hunger in my brother. One he could never fill until now.

“She’s our mate,” I whisper to my brother.

He gives me ashut-up, dumbassglower and gently nips the back of her neck when she rustles in her sleep. Her sweet scent of sugared berries and blooming night jasmine has permeated the rug beneath us. I’ve always hated this rug, but I think now it might become my favorite thing in this house.

Chime, chime, chime.The clock tolls three past midnight.

The witching hour has come.

My brother tenses, and I gently squeeze the pliant woman between us. Her long eyelashes flutter open. Her purple eyes shine like a galaxy, and I swallow, my hand cupping her cheek.

She smiles, and it’s perfect. I can’t help but pull her soft pink lips in for a kiss. My dick is already growing hard again. But we can’t. Our time is up.

I find her hand and pull it into my own. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, afraid to look into her eyes.

“I’m not,” my brother whispers from behind her.

I release a threatening growl. I love my brother, but I might kill him if he scares her off.

She lets out a soft giggle. “Don’t be. It was amazing.”

I pull back, taking in her calm and satisfied eyes. She looks happy. She doesn’t hate us. A heavy breath leaves my lips, and a weight I didn’t realize I was carrying lifts from my chest.

She lets out a content sigh as my brother clasps one of her breasts, softly kneading the pale mound. As if to remind me our time is short, another clock down the hall chimes once more.

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