Page 20 of Cruel Devotion

“To bed.”

Strong hands dropped me onto a bed of soft sheets. My head lolled to the side as my thighs fell open. Squinting until my vision cleared, Ryder grabbed something, turning it in the fireplace. The bed groaned and hands moved up my thighs. My pussy clenched.

I shouldn’t, but I did.

“Don’t,” I whimpered.

“The time for pretending is past. Your sweet cunt glistens, just begging to be claimed.”

“She’s still lying to herself,” Ryder murmured.

“You want us,” Darius growled. A sharp pain dragged my attention back to Darius as he pushed a claw through the x I’d cut.

“Ouch!” I hissed, stilling so he didn’t slice through my thigh. One arm curled under my other thigh, and clawed fingers gripped flesh.

“You won’t do this anymore,” Darius said nonchalantly, as if he was talking about his next meal, or the weather. He wasn’t about to tell me what I could or couldn’t do with my body.

Ryder walked toward us until he stood behind Darius. Beads of water dripped down his tattooed chest. His abs became more defined as he breathed.

“I’ll do whatever I damn well please,” I rasped, failing at showing my anger as soft tufts of fur gently slid over my neck.

“Careful,” Ryder cooed. Glancing at where he stood by the fire, gray eyes widened with excitement. I stiffened. The last time I said the wrong thing, Darius almost choked me to death.

“You won’t ruin what’s mine,” Darius growled.

“I never asked for this!” I screamed as I hit the beast. It hurt me more than it did him, and that pissed me off more.

“What do you know of fair?” he chuckled.

“You can’t be serious. You ki—”

“Killed your family and stole you,” Darius finished. Tears blurred my vision as I bit my lip.

“We are all you need,” he said calmly.

We.

“We don’t care, Bunny. Not about what we’ve done, your life, or the man still waiting for you. There will be no one else,” Ryder’s voice was soothing, a balm for the sting of his words. He hovered for a moment before lowering himself to the bed.

“Shouldn’t you? I thought I was your mate. Isn’t that sacred? Special? Maybe Darius didn’t know when he took me, but you know now.” I was using the only knowledge I had—from the library of smut.

“No. Darius is the only sacred thing in my life. You are ours, so you will stay. And you crave our cocks. I hear acceptance is key.” Darius hummed at his brother’s words.

“Fuck. You.”

“Wrong brother,” Ryder teased. Before I knew what was happening, I was flipped onto all fours and yanked back onto his tip. He disappeared and I braced myself. When cocks pushed between my sensitive inner thighs, I arched my back, lowering until my cheek was flat against bedding.

“Do you crave pain?” Ryder murmured. I glared at him as his brother moved. He was slow as he rutted me. The feel of Darius’ wet velvety cocks against my open cut caused a deep, aching pain.

“Oh,” I moaned, the need to escape into it was a habit I couldn’t ignore.

“Wet,” Darius panted as he thigh fucked me.

“You already said yes.”

Refusing to say another word, I glared up at him. “Did I?”

Seeing his eyes darken with warning shouldn’t have given me such a thrill, but it did. Hands on the bed, he lowered himself until he was inches from my face. Steel gray eyes, shavedtattooed head, and luscious lips. Ryder was beautiful, but he wanted all of me, while giving me nothing.

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