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I close my eyes as I listen to his steps getting further away. My hands clench into fists, and not for the first time, I hate the universe for giving me a mother who is no mother at all.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

“LIFTS” BY LIA MARIE JOHNSON

EMBER

When I wake up, the soft light of predawn casts a golden glow across my room, coating everything in a pale, washed-out light. I shift in my bed, my body aching but also content, and matching grumbles sound either side of me.

“Little sis, it’s too damn early,” Oct complains in a voice rough with sleep. Then he pulls me closer to him, his feverish body pressed against mine, and I remember with a flash of heat that we’re both naked.

I take a deep inhale of him, skirting my lips over the skin of his throat and flicking my tongue out to taste him. He tastes like lazy days spent under the sun, like the salt that lines your lips after being in the sea.

“Is it?” I ask, my voice low and my fingers aching to touch him. I trace them down his skin, the warmth from him burning as he gives a shuddering exhale. Kit presses against my back, his soft lips teasing that place between my neck and shoulder. A small whine leaves my throat as I press my arse back into him, and he growls when I make contact with his hard-on.

“You must be sore,” he comments, his palm tracing down my front, over my breast, and heading towards the apex of my thighs.

“I don’t care,” I reply in a breathy plea, tangling my fingers in Oct’s hair and pulling his face closer to mine.

“I never used to be a morning person,” Oct murmurs against my lips, his hand exploring my body, cupping my breast and his thumb teasing my nipple. “But I’m not hating them as much anymore.”

His lips close the miniscule distance between us, and I sigh, my muscles relaxing as he kisses me. It’s everything I need right now; fun and bright like days spent on the beach, and I tug him closer, needing more of his light.

I’m not ready to face the day yet. I need to hide away a little while longer. The warmth at my back leaves, and I make a sound of protest that Oct swallows.

“Shhh, just getting the lube, baby,” Kit says behind me. Oct keeps kissing me, the sound of the bottle cap loud in the early morning silence.

Slicked fingers play with my folds, and although there’s soreness, I meant what I said. I don’t care, I’ll welcome this pain. It’ll remind me that I’m here and alive.

The fingers disappear a moment later, then Oct is pulling my leg over his hip and thrusting inside me. I gasp at the burn, but his lips refuse to release me. He matches the thrust of his hips with that of his tongue until my pain has become pleasure, and my body welcomes him like he was always meant to be inside me.

“Kit,” I moan when Oct finally allows me to take a breath. I need him too, I need them both.

“I’m here, baby,” he assures me, pressing up against my back. Oct pauses in his movements, allowing Kit to push in alongside him, and the fullness of having them both inside my pussy is almost too much. It’s not as sharp as the night before, my body already used to having two cocks inside me at the same time, craving it. Sweat dots my skin, our legs tangled together as they hold still, giving me time to adjust.

“You’re doing so well, little sis,” Oct praises, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing circles on it. The rush of wetness that he encourages with his touch allows Kit to squeeze in the final few inches, and they pause once more, allowing me to get used to being filled by them.

“I love having you both inside me,” I tell them, my voice strained as I wiggle my hips, begging them to move. “I love feeling you so close.”

Oct claims my lips again as Kit moves, and then they both do, never leaving me empty, their hands worshipping me as they thrust slow and deep.

“I never want to be without you, little sis,” Oct confesses against my lips as Kit kisses and sucks at my neck. Shivers cascade across my skin, leaving me gasping for breath and chasing a release so close that I can almost taste it.

“You belong to us, Ember,” Kit adds, his voice thick with lust. His fingers dig into my hip possessively, sharp pin pricks of pain emanating from each of his fingers, his other hand snaking around and grasping my throat. “You. Are. Ours.” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips, sending me spinning closer to an edge that I plan to leap off.

“And you’re fucking mine,” I growl out, a surge of possessiveness hitting me full force. One of my hands grabs Kit’s forearm while the other pulls Oct back to my lips by his hair, and they both growl as my inner walls tighten around them.

“Come for us, show us we own every fucking inch of you,” Kit commands, his grip on my throat tightening, almost cutting off my air supply. It’s enough pain to have me clamping around them both, my body going rigid as my orgasm rips through me, dragging them both with me as they thrust hard and fill me with their pleasure.

“Fuck, little sis,” Oct rasps, and my eyelashes flutter when he presses his forehead to mine. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

“The perfect sister for your big brothers,” Kit adds, and my pussy walls tighten at his dirty talk, Oct cursing him out as I tighten around them again. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Reluctantly, we untangle ourselves, and I miss them immediately as we leave the bed. My arms wrap around myself as the cool air hits me, but it’s the returning coldness in my heart that I’m trying to warm up.

“I know, baby, but you have to face the world sometime,” Oct says gently, clearly seeing the way my face falls as we stand slightly apart. He pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me, uncaring that I’m covered in sweat and that their cum drips down my inner thighs.

“I know.” I sigh and hug him back, trying to fight the pain behind my eyes. I don’t want to cry anymore, I’ve been crying so much lately. “I just wish it could go back to before, when my father wasn’t…” I gulp, the lump in my throat too large to say the word. I have so many regrets when it comes to my father. I wish I hadn’t let him distance himself so much over the past few years.

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