Page 58 of Revenant

“No,” Jameson growls, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind me. “The only thing we want you to do is enjoy our touch. We’ll have plenty of time later to play.” As if to prove his point, he leans forward and nips at the back of my neck hard enough to sting. “Understand?”

I moan at the touch of pain before the burn turns into pleasure. My core is practically dripping, I’m so wet, and I’m glad that we’re in the shower. When I don’t respond promptly, his hand slides down to pinch my nipple almost too hard. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yeesss,” I hiss, my eyes fluttering closed as I collapse against him. When he releases my breasts, I’m not sure if my groan is in relief or complaint. Heat spreads from his touch, and I don’t realize that I’m arching back against him until his chuckle echoes in my ear.

“Do you like that, my pookie?” He presses close, allowing the silky feel of his cock to brush against my ass, and my breath catches in the back of my throat in anticipation. “Are you aching for our touch?”

I eagerly nod, unsure what he has in mind, trembling in anticipation of his next move. Jaceson is silent as he watches his brother touch me, his expression almost brutal as hunger darkens his eyes. A lazy, almost cruel smile twists his lips, and any doubt of whether I would enjoy a threesome vanishes.

Jameson’s grip on my throat tightens, his fingers brushing along the sensitive underside of my jaw before he whispers huskily in my ear, “Then be a good girl and stay still while we clean you. If you obey, maybe we will reward you.”

I still, my core throbbing at the thought of them touching me, and my nod is jerky when I respond. With one last brush of his fingers along my throat, he continues washing my hair. His brother brings my hand back down to his shoulder and continues to clean every fucking inch of my body so slowly that I suspect they’re trying to drive me insane.

Jaceson pauses when he sees the tattoo over my breast. His pupils dilate, his mouth parts in awe, and he reverently traces the dark lines. “I’m going to put my mark on you when we get out of here. My ink will look so pretty on your skin.”

His words are soft, almost like he’s speaking to himself…until he glances up at me under thick lashes, his eyes full of such longing and possessiveness that my breath catches. I can only nod, desperately wanting what he describes, and a wicked grin crosses his face.

I’m distracted when Jameson deftly rinses the suds out of my hair, then begins the process all over again with the conditioner. He takes his time, until I’m so relaxed that I’m surprised my legs are still holding me up. Jaceson is worse, not even using the loofah anymore as his hands skate over my body, watching me struggle not to lean into their delicious touch.

Every time they come across a scar, they would pause to inspect the injury, categorizing each one before continuing. It’s the sweetest fucking torture, and I’m panting within minutes.

Every time I twitch or lean into them, they back off. When Jaceson drops to his knees in front of me, my lungs seize, and I freeze at the sexy image of him looking up at me with a worshipful expression. I shiver when his big palm rests on the backs of my thighs, his hand wrapping around the limbs until his fingers rest oh so temptingly near my pussy.

My gaze drops to his cock when it bobs, and my eyes widen when I spot metal gleaming at the tip—a fucking piercing.I almost expect something like that from Jameson but not Jaceson, and a thrill floods me at what else I might discover.

My core clenches in response, and I lick my lips at the thought of taking him into my mouth. I read about blow jobs in books, thought it sounded disgusting, but now I understand the appeal. I swear that I can almost taste him on my tongue. Almost. Unfortunately, the fucker remains frustratingly out of reach.

Instead of touching me, Jaceson takes the soap and rubs it into my skin, starting with one leg, washing it thoroughly before moving to the next with lazy movements. I’m so fucking horny at this point, I’m ready to take matters into my own hand. I’m not even aware of my hand inching lower across my stomach with one destination in mind until Jameson captures my wrist.

I’m not proud of the whine that catches at the back of my throat.

When his arms wrap around my waist from behind and he cups my breasts, I nearly sob in relief, leaning into his touch. He plucks and plays at my nipples, arching his hips so that his cock slides deliciously against me with every thrust. “You’ve been a very good girl, pookie. Would you like Jaceson to reward you?”

I nod so fast, I’m surprised I don’t give myself whiplash.

I’m not sure what I’m expecting, and I suck in a startled breath when Jaceson lunges forward and buries his face between my legs. I stumble backward, but Jameson is behind me and refuses to allow me to retreat.

It only takes one swipe of his tongue along my folds for me to still, butterflies erupting in my stomach. When he swirls his tongue along my clit, my breath leaves me in a rush, and my groan feels like it’s torn from my soul.

With the next swipe of his tongue, the world around me vanishes, and I’m not even conscious of arching into him. Jaceson lifts my leg, angling it over his shoulder so thatI’m completely open to him, and I’m not even a little bit embarrassed. I’m too busy chasing the soul stealing sensations his touch evokes.

When I don’t think my body can take more, his fingers slide through my folds, one gently thrusting into me. Sure, I’ve used my own fingers to pleasure myself, but everything is different when someone else touches you—more intimate, more everything. With the next thrust, he forces his finger deeper, easily sliding through my wetness without resistance. It’s not long before I’m riding his hand.

Not to be outdone, Jameson tightens his grip on my breasts until his touch borders on a delicious pain that weakens my knees. Before I can process the sensation, he releases his hold and pinches and plucks at my nipples once more. He switches back and forth at random, leaving me trembling in anticipation.

I’m distracted when Jaceson adds a second finger to my pussy, and I wiggle at the slight burn…not to escape, but wanting him deeper. Jaceson obliges my silent demand, neither of them allowing me to do anything but feel. After living my whole life with my emotions shut in a tiny box, it’s too much, and I explode, my orgasm taking me by surprise.

Jaceson gentles his touch, stretching his caress out longer and longer until I melt against Jameson. If they weren’t holding me up, I’m sure I would’ve dropped and probably drowned at the bottom of the shower and died happy.

Jaceson removes his hand, and the obscene sound of my juices has heat burning my cheeks. He doesn’t even grimace. The opposite, in fact. He lifts his hand and boldly licks his fingers. Jameson’s touch turns soothing, the sweep of his hand along my body slow and gentle.

“You fall apart for us so beautifully,” he says, kissing the back of my neck, and I don’t miss the way his cock is hard andthrobbing against my ass. I wiggle against him, and he growls, nipping at my shoulder. “Don’t be naughty.”

“What if I want to be naughty?” I twist my head to the side and peer up at him from under my lashes. “I refuse to have anything else stolen from me. You guys are it for me. I don’t want to be afraid of what tomorrow brings. I want to start living my life now, filling it with happy memories to reminisce over when times are bad or when we’re old and gray and sitting on a porch somewhere.”

“Nothing will happen to you today or tomorrow or ever.” Jameson spins me, cupping my face and pressing his forehead against mine. “I won’t let it.”

Then his lips are on mine in a kiss so heated that I grab his shoulders when my knees threaten to buckle. A second later, Jaceson is behind me, pressing me into his brother, his hands on my hips to keep me standing. His lips trail up the side of my neck, and I shiver at the sensation of having both of their mouths on me.

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