Page 60 of Fragmented Illusions
It was staggering. It was like what I have always felt for Sol was magnified by one thousand—but not only for him. For the both of them, together.
“I—” I choke on my words. What if I tell him what I need, and he doesn’t want the same? Sure, we just fucked around back at the house, then before in the bathroom, but that’s different than now.
“I need you. Inside. Of me.” My words come out broken as my heart rattles against my ribs, panic setting in. I don’t think he realizes how badly I need this. I need it like I need the blood pumping through my veins. I need it… like I’ve always needed him.
I hold my breath as my words die off. The sounds outside of the cabin seem too loud. There was snow falling when we left and now the wind has picked up, creating an almost howling noise as it blows through the trees. The temperature in the cabin is steadily dropping with the temperature outside, but I’m sweating through my clothes, burning up from the inside out.
“I think I need that too,” Sol sighs, sounding resolved. I suck a deep breath into my lungs as I process his words.
He wants this too. Him and us, one last time, before our pretty girl joins.
I open my mouth to tell him I’m ready when his mouth slams against mine again. Blood still lingers in my mouth from when he bit me and I moan as our tongues tangle together, fighting for dominance, though I submit easily enough. I let him take control.
I relax my entire body, melting against Solomon, and his hold on me tightens to keep me upright. I barely even register the piece of wood still in the skin of my back as Sol pulls me away from the wall. He practically carries me pressed against his front as we both shuffle into the other side of the cabin. The floor is dirtier on this side because we don’t clean over here—it’s not where we do our kills so it’s not necessary—but I don’t think either one of us cares about a little dirt right now.
Solomon releases his grip on me, and my knees make a loud cracking noise as they hit the floor. Though, it could be the sound of the wood floor splintering from the impact. Either way, I’m kneeling in front of him exactly like he wants with my head tilted up as I peer at his vague shadow. There is no light on this side of the cabin so I can barely make out his silhouette, but we don’t need to see each other for this.
I’m a panting mess as Sol leans down—still standing over me—and presses his large hand to the center of my chest. I’m sure even through his leather gloves and my hoodie, he can feel my heart beating like a frightened rabbit on the brink of death.
Life… Death… such a fine line.
One Sol and I love to make our victims dance across.
Sol flexes his fingers, splaying them over my chest before shoving me back. I let my body fall backward, though I lift my head so I don’t hit it. I feel a bite of pain on my lower back as I put pressure on the wound I’m sure is bleeding, but I don’t care. It only increases the adrenaline pumping through my veins, making everything feel pleasurable.
I squint my eyes as I peer up at Sol. He steps over me, widening his legs as he places them outside of both of my upper thighs. With me lying on the floor beneath him, I feel deliciously small. He can do whatever he wants to me, right here, right now, and I would have no choice but to take it.
“Take my control, Sol,” I pant out. “My body, my mind, my free will—it’s all yours. Take. It.”
It’s almost as if my words cause something to snap inside of him because he lets out a deep, guttural moan and then he’s on me.
Chapter Fourteen
Solomon
His words set me on fucking fire, although I know I shouldn’t be surprised. He knows me—everything about me. He knows my need for control, which is why he told me to take his.
I squat down so I hover above him and stare at his face that is barely illuminated. He’s a mess with his partially widened eyes, parted lips, and trembling limbs. I can’t see him well, but I know his cheeks are flushed the most perfect pink and I’m sure his little hole is clenching greedily for something much bigger than my fucking fingers.
I think about his cock, mere inches below me. If I were to lower myself just a bit more… I seat myself on top of Spencer, his dick lining up perfectly against the crack of my ass as I rotate my hips. The shocked moan that puffs out from between his lips is enough to have a smile playing on mine.
I’m still getting used to the feelings inside of me—thedesireI have to touch him. It’s so unfamiliar to me—almost to the point of being painful merely because I don’t know how to process any of it. Granted I have always known the way I feel about Spencer is more than the traditional brotherly love.
He’s always been more to me.
“Sol,” Spencer moans, and his voice cracks with the word, making it sound broken. He clears his throat and says it again. “Sol.”
I stare down at him, where the whites of his eyes stand out amongst the darkness. I don’t need light to know how blue his eyes are. How dilated his pupils are. How fuckingneedyhe is.
“What is it, Spencer?” I ask as I rotate my hips. His hard length slides between my ass cheeks as I move on top of him and although I don’t hate the feeling, it doesn’t feel quite right. I slowly move off of him and he lets out one of his desperate little moans that has my cock twitching. I’m so fucking hard, it’s painful.
“I need you inside of me,” he begs unabashedly. That’s something he has never been shy about—telling me what he needs—and I have never been more grateful for it than in this moment.
“We need to go home.” I stand letting my arms hang by my sides as I wait for Spencer to get up.
“No.”
My eyes widen marginally at the word he spews to intentionally piss me off. I grate my teeth in silence, still waiting for him to move but the stubborn fucker remains lying on the floor.
