Page 106 of Claiming Pretty

Everything else faded away as pleasure consumed me. As Ty’s powerful thrusts drove me forward, pushing Ciaran’s cock deeper into my throat with each movement.

I was overwhelmed by sensation, caught between them, filled completely from both ends.

Ciaran’s fingers tightened in my hair as he fought to control himself. His hips jerked upward, driving himself deeper.

Behind me, Ty’s pace grew frantic. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into me. Each thrust sent shock waves of pleasure through my body, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

So close. So intense. The pressure in my body built up from everything.

“Fuck, Ava,” Ciaran growled. “You’re so tight.”

“So wet for us,” Ty added.

Their words sent a dark shiver down my spine.

The most intense wave of pleasure crashed over me as I was finally pushed over the edge. My pussy clenched around Ty’s cock as I came hard, my vision going white, my screams muffled by Ciaran’s cock in my mouth.

Ciaran groaned, his hips bucking wildly as my throat constricted around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

His words cut off as he came, hot spurts of cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed greedily, drinking down every drop.

Behind me, Ty’s rhythm faltered. With a guttural moan, he slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came. I could feel the warmth of his release flooding me.

For a moment, we stayed frozen like that—connected, panting, shaking in the aftermath. The forest was silent around us, as if holding its breath.

Slowly, carefully, Ty withdrew from me. Ciaran’ssoftening cock slipped from my mouth as I collapsed onto the forest floor, my limbs like jelly. I whimpered at the loss of them, feeling suddenly empty.

Leaves and twigs clung to my sweat-slicked skin, dirt smeared my ripped top, and I could taste Ciaran on my tongue, feel Ty’s cum trickling down my thighs. But for one blissful moment, I was satisfied and happy.

Reality hit me like a cold slap, snapping me out of the haze that had momentarily numbed everything else. The bliss faded, leaving a hollow ache in its wake, and guilt surged through me in a stomach-twisting wave.

I still had to choose.

The weight of it settled on my chest, heavy and suffocating. My gaze flicked between the two brothers lying on either side of me. Ciaran with my head on his thighs. Ty with my legs in his lap.

They were both disheveled and panting, their breaths uneven from the dark insanity that had just consumed us all. For the first time in what felt like hours, neither of them spoke.

The silence should have been a relief, but instead, it was deafening.

Ciaran’s eyes burned with raw vulnerability as he brushed his fingers through my hair, his fierce possessiveness barely concealed beneath the surface. The way he looked at me was a plea, a demand, and a declaration all at once.

Ty rubbed circles on my thigh with his thumb, sending shivers up my spine. His gaze, steady and intense, felt no less powerful, no less desperate.

How could I ever choose between them?

The question clawed at my insides, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

Choosing one of them would mean ripping the other apart, shattering what fragile threads were holding us all together. My heart, my mind, my body—every piece of me was tied to them both in different, irreconcilable ways.

I swallowed hard, the taste of ash in my throat, as the realization settled in. No matter what choice I made, we would all be destroyed.

AVA

In Ciaran’s dorm bedroom, I’d expected to find him pacing his floor, but the room was empty.

My chest tightened as my gaze flicked to the open balcony door. A cool breeze fluttered through it, carrying with it the faint scent of smoke and pine.

I stepped out onto the balcony, my bare feet brushing against the cold tiles, and saw him on the roof, perched on the edge like a gargoyle, the wind ruffling his dark hair. My stomach twisted. He was too close to the edge, too still.

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