Page 54 of Insane Obsession

“Do you trust me, flower?”

“I don’t know—” I wheeze, vision becoming blurry.

“That’s not the right answer.” Bran licks his way down my throat and over Castor’s pressed fingers before meeting my lips once more. “Do you trust us?” He moans once more.

“I—I…” I blink, nodding before I can change my mind.

“You know we won’t let you die, right?”

The pressure in my balls increases with every single stroke, and I moan when Bran swipes some of the precome and uses it to slick up his cock.

“We will kill those who hurt our flower.”

I’m about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, yet desire licks inside my body, making me feel like Im fucking flying. I feel free. There’s no more anything.

“Because you were made to bloom inside our garden.”

My orgasm barreling through me, curling my toes. A rough screech leaves my throat, and my eyes roll back as I arch my back.

“That’s it,” Castor growls in my ear.

I explode. The moment I do, he lets go of my throat and I gulp in fresh air. My vision goes from black to white, to vibrant colours.

So many colours.

“That was crazy.” The words leave my throat in a hoarse whisper, heart still beating fast.

“We’re insane, flower, and we’re obsessed. With you.”

The words make me relax into their hold, and when my eyes flutter close I let darkness overtake me one more time.

16

PRINCE

Christmas music.

Coffee.

Turkey with cranberry sauce. Mashed potatoes and freshly baked bread with cheese.

Fucking champagne.

And my brother flat on his back sucking the come out of my dick. Just when I think this can’t get any better, our sweet flower awakens.

He stretches out, eyes beautifully dazed despite the long hours he has slept before they peer around the room and land on me. They widen, making Bran hum around my dick as he sucks a fresh precome from my tip.

Finn’s hair is a mess, and when he puts his glasses on his nose, they appear crooked. Cute. “What are you doing?” He asks raspily.

I look from him to my brother, sprawled out on the bar. “Well, right now, I’m sitting on Bran’s chest, my cock buried deep inside his throat.”

“Uhm—” Finn blushes.

Patting Bran’s cheek, I pull out my cock, then drop a drizzle of spit inside his mouth. His eyes darken with lust and fury, that I laugh away.

“You little?—”

“Ssh.” I shove my dick back into his mouth. “You wanted this, remember? Finn, sweetheart, have you ever eaten ass?”

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