Page 11 of Tarnished Embers

“Don’t apologize for being sad for me. I don’t think anyone has ever cried for me before,” he tells me softly, a look of wonder on his face as he brushes one of my tears away. The crack he’s unwittingly caused in my heart grows bigger, filling with all things Cas. “I’m sorry I stole your smile, Little Cinders. I don’t like to see you cry.”

Warmth presses against my back, the smell of rum, leather, and cedar surrounding me as Prince wraps his arms around me and pulls me back so that I’m flush against his front. My arms stretch, my fingers still gripping Cas’s jumper, and his copper eyes burn with a need that leaves me weak-kneed as they look at me and Prince.

“I only ever want to see you cry when you’re begging me to stop, and you will beg, Sugar,” he purrs in my ear, and it’s as if my body flashes with heat, burning away the sadness from moments before. He’s good at distraction it seems, but perhaps he doesn’t like to see me sad either? He rubs his nose up my neck, shivers following in his wake, and I can barely catch my breath with the change from desperate sorrow to molten lust.

“Seems like you’re the one begging, Prince,” I rasp, my filter blown to smithereens, and my eyes widen at the brazenness of my comment when he pauses.

“Oh, that’s fighting talk, little sis,” Oct comments from the seats behind me, and I’m frozen, cursing myself as one of Prince’s large palms glides up my shoulder before wrapping around the front of my throat in a way that has dampness soaking my knickers.

“Is that so?” he questions, his other hand skimming down my side, slipping around the front of me and stopping just above the button of my jeans. Cas brings his hands over mine, holding them captive against him as Prince slowly undoes the button, then the zipper of my jeans. My body trembles underneath their grip, but they hold me captive, not letting me stop what I know is about to happen.

You wouldn’t stop them anyway. You like having the control taken from you.

Damn my stupid inner bitch knowing my darkest desires. I’m brought back to the present when his fingers slide inside my cotton knickers, and the thought that perhaps I should have worn lace flits through my mind before he fries all my fucking brain cells when he makes contact with my slick folds.

“Prince…” I moan, pushing my hips up in a bid to seek more friction.

“I told you that you would beg me, darlin',” he breathes in my ear, the warmth of his breath making my nipples pebble and ache for attention, the wrongness of what’s happening just making me wetter. “And you proved me right in less than thirty seconds. Now, why don’t you add a please to that and I’ll let you come all over my fingers.”

Fuck. Me.

I lick my lips, contemplating not saying a word, but I’d be kidding myself if I thought that I wasn’t going to do anything other than what he commands of me.

“Please, Prince,” I plead in a cracked, desperate tone, not even recognising the wanton, husky sound of my voice.

“Fuck, Little Cinders,” Cas rasps as he looks down at Prince’s hand between my legs.

“Good girl,” Prince praises, and I just fucking melt as he begins to swirl his fingers and tease my clit. “She’s so fucking wet.” Three deep groans sound in the enclosed space, causing more wetness to seep from me.

“Oh, fuck, Prince,” I gasp, his touch driving me crazy, all my previous sorrow forgotten as I grind against his hand, my eyelids fluttering and back arching with the pleasure that’s running through me like an electric pulse.

“Take her jeans off, I need to get my fingers inside her,” Prince orders in a low drawl that teases across my skin, leaving me panting and desperate.

“Lift, Cinders,” Cas commands, and I comply, raising my hips. I’m unable and unwilling to stop chasing the high that is just out of reach. I need the release, and need to feel wanted and desired, to not be dismissed, and to be worshipped like Prince is doing right now.

Cas pulls my jeans and knickers down, leaving them around my ankles. Then he pushes my thighs apart and widens my legs, and the twins groan from the back.

“Such a pretty pink pussy,” Kit purrs from next to my ear, and my head falls to land on Prince’s shoulder as I open my thighs wider, encouraging him to go lower with his hand. I roll my gaze to look at Kit and Oct in the back seat and find matching looks of lust written over their faces and lips parted as they sit forward, staring at my dripping cunt.

“Use your words, Sugar,” Prince commands before sucking and kissing my neck.

I’m going straight to hell because I don’t even think about disobeying my stepbrother, my gaze flitting to Cas’s in front of me, drowning in copper.

“Please fuck me with your fingers, Prince. Please make me come.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Cinders,” Cas rasps, and I gasp when he pulls his hard cock out of his jeans. Fucking hell, that’s a gorgeous dick. It’s thick and long, and my eyes widen when I see the glint of metal at the end.

“She just got wetter looking at your dick, Cas,” Prince informs him just as he lowers his fingers and slams two of them inside my aching cunt.

“Prince!” I cry out, so wound up that I’m coming already, wetness squirting out of me as I grip Cas’s jumper so tightly I’m surprised it doesn’t rip.

“Shit, she just squirted everywhere,” Oct moans, but I can’t concentrate on anything other than Prince’s fingers as he keeps thrusting in time to Cas pumping his dick. I come again when Cas goes rigid, his hips pitching forward and spurts of cum hit my pussy and lower stomach.

I expect Prince to pull back, but he doesn’t. Instead, he scoops it up and stuffs Cas’s cum inside me, sending shock waves throughout my entire body as he stuffs me full. As the waves of pleasure subside, my hands drop from Cas’s jumper to rest at my sides, and I slump against Prince as I bask in the glow of two epic fucking orgasms.

“Such a good fucking girl for your brothers,” Oct whispers, and I roll my head to the side to see him looking at what Prince is doing, his blue eyes almost black and his pupils blown.

“She clenches around my fingers when you call her that, Oct,” Prince murmurs, exposing all my dirty secrets and keeping his fingers inside me as though he wants to keep Cas’s cum there. “You like it when he reminds you we’re your brothers, don’t you?”

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