Page 54 of Resisted

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, but I still caught the words.

“How long?” he asked, trying a different question as he bit down on her skin.

“I—”

“‘I don’t know’ is not an answer, Belladonna.” He bit her skin again, this time harder, causing her body to jolt with the pain.

“Since I was a kid?”

My body unwillingly stiffened. What had she said?

“A kid?” Silas questioned.

She licked her lips, making me wonder how those dampened lips would feel wrapped around my cock. “A kid. I always had a crush, at one time or another, on each of you. Even when I was mad as hell.”

There was a large part of me that suspected she was referring to me with that statement. But now that she was a full-grown adult, times had changed for sure. Now it was Silas, the man whose teeth ran along the underside of her breast, who made her mad as hell.

He let out a tortured sigh. “This isn’t good, Bella. We’re no good for you.”

“I wasn’t looking for a boy scout, Silas,” she breathlessly panted as my finger dipped between her folds, wetting my fingers before I brought them up to her bundle of nerves.

“What were you looking for then, baby?” I asked against her skin as my tongue darted out to taste her.

Her eyes fluttered. “Family.”

I saw the pain in Silas’ eyes as she spoke the word, but he was wrong about the situation, blinded by his own emotional walls. We could be her family, hell as far as I was concerned, we fucking were her family. But Silas, he couldn’t see that. He was so dead set on finding out the truth that he couldn’t see. No, fuck that. Silas didn’t want to see the truth right in front of him. She was perfect for us. It didn’t matter that I’d held her in my hands as a tiny pup or that I’d watched her grow through all the best and worst times of her life, all that mattered was now. She was so fucking perfect now.

I growled at the thought of her perfection, and the low rumble that vibrated my chest shook her whole body as I let my finger thrum soft gentle circles. She nearly melted into me, and that fact was so damn satisfying.

“I don’t think the three of us can give you what you seek, Belladonna.” Silas bit into her skin, causing a sharp inhale.

Excuse me, what? I didn’t think the three of us could give her what she seeked, but only because I knew for a fact if given a chance, we would give her more. I would give her more.

He pulled back from her exposed breast to run his hand up her chest and neck, stopping to stroke her cheek softly. “I don’t know what to do.”

His admission was confusing. He absolutely knew what to do. We’d done this before. This wasn’t the first time we’d snuck a girl off to the corner of a dancefloor, and fuck, I doubted it would be the last. He knew how this worked—I held the girl, Boyce feasted, and he…well with well-placed finger movement and syrupy words, he made the female combust. We were absolute masters of the female body. We knew what to do with our eyes closed.

He closed his eyes as he leaned in, stopping just before her lips as he inhaled sharply. Then he closed the gap between them, kissing her hard enough to push her body into my own and cause Boyce’s movements to falter for a mere second. His lips were consuming, devouring our sweet little Bella like she was the only thing he’d ever craved, and fuck, it would’ve been a lie if I’d said that watching Silas so fucking enthralled didn’t turn me on. A whole shiver racked my body at the sight, and I swear my spine tingled.

I pressed my finger down harder on her, quickening the motion, because if I didn’t break her soon, I would lose it. I would come right here on the dancefloor and that…well, that absolutely wouldn’t do. If I was to come with Bella in my arms, it would be buried so deep in her body, my very soul would be implanted into her, not surrounded by strangers, awful music, and questionable smells and in my own fucking pants.

Her chest heaved as she fought against Boyce’s tongue spearing into her, my fingers rubbing against her and Silas’ lips, destroying her. She didn’t stand a chance, not really, not with all three of our attentions on only her. Not when her pleasure was paramount to everything in this entire universe at this very moment.

Boyce’s tongue picked up the speed as my fingers circled her clit, pressing down hard, and at the very moment she crested over the edge, Silas’ mouth captured the whimpers and cries while she ground her core into Boyce’s face and moved body against mine. I was weakened, that was for sure, forced to grit my teeth and damn near curl my toes just so I didn’t fucking come.

My chest was rapidly lifting and falling by the time her body relaxed in my grip. My arm had crescent marks from her nails, and I fucking loved every second of it. I reached up with my free hand, brushing her hair back, the hair that had gone wild when her head thrashed during her spout of euphoric bliss.

“You lost the dare, baby,” I whispered into her neck as I moved my finger from in between her thighs and up to her hips before gripping the material and pulling it down, covering her exposed skin.

“It’s because you didn’t play fair.” Her voice was small, shier than I’d ever heard it.

“There are no rules to truth or dare, baby. It all ends the same.”

Her fingers released Boyce’s hair, like she’d forgotten what she was gripping for a moment. “How’s that?”

“Confessions and exhilaration.”

Chapter 22

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