Page 54 of The Reckoning
Aries’s eyes flash with fury and possessive jealousy. “She’s not just yours,” he snarls, reaching out to grab my arm and yank me toward him, away from Arson’s touch. “And she’s not some toy for you to use.”
I gasp at the sudden movement, caught off balance as Aries yanks me into his lap. His skin is warm and fevered against mine, his arms banding around me like steel bars, holding me caged. I can feel the hard line of his cock pressing against me already, straining through thin fabric, and the contact makes my pulse trip into a frantic rhythm.
Arson sits back on his heels, unfazed by his brother’s show of dominance. He smirks, hazel eyes glinting like he’s already plotting his next move. “Oh, but she likes being used,” he taunts, voice low and mocking. “Don’t you, Lilian? You want to be passed between us, want us to fight over who gets to fuck you first. Makes you wet, doesn’t it—knowing we both want you so badly we’re seconds from losing control.”
Heat licks up my throat. I flush, humiliated and aroused, unable to deny the dark thrill his words ignite. It’s twisted. It’s wrong. But some desperate, shameful part of me craves this—being fought over, obsessed over, reduced to nothing but theprize between them. The center of their rivalry. The toy they’ll break to prove who owns me.
Aries’s arms tighten around me, his breath hot against my neck. “Is that true?” he demands, a thread of vulnerability beneath the anger in his voice. “Do you want him more than me?”
“No,” I breathe, twisting in his lap to face him. My hands come up to frame his face, thumbs stroking along his jaw. “I want you both. I need you both.”
Something flares in his hazel eyes, hot and intense. “Show me,” he commands roughly. “Show me you need me as much as him.”
Desperation claws at my throat. I surge forward, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. It’s all tongues and teeth, messy and consuming. I pour every ounce of desire, every shred of need into the press of my lips, the slide of my tongue against his.
He groans into my mouth, hands fisting in my hair to hold me close. I can feel him hardening beneath me, his arousal evident through the thin fabric of his boxers. Emboldened, I rock my hips, grinding down on his rigid length.
A guttural sound tears from his throat, and then he’s flipping us, pressing me back into the mattress. His weight settles over me, heavy and perfect, pinning me in place.
“You’re mine,” he growls against my lips. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, the words ripped from somewhere deep inside me. “I’m yours, Aries.”
His eyes blaze with triumph and possession. “Damn right you are.”
Then his mouth is on me again, hot and demanding. His hands roam my body, sliding under my shirt to palm my breasts, thumbs grazing my nipples until they pebble under his touch.
I arch into him, my own fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, his back, desperate to feel more of his skin against mine. I needhim, need this connection, this reassurance that he wants me as much as I want him.
Beside us, the mattress dips as Arson moves closer. “Don’t forget about me, sweetheart,” he purrs, trailing a finger down my arm. “There’s plenty of you to go around.”
Aries breaks the kiss to shoot his brother a warning glare. “Back off,” he snarls. “She’s mine right now.”
Arson holds up his hands in mock surrender, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Hey, she was on me first.”
He scoops me up, and Aries almost looks shocked as Arson physically drags me across the bed on my side, facing Aries. His length presses into my ass, and I almost black out at the sensation, losing myself for a moment.
His mouth meets the shell of my ear. “You were mine first, at least for right now. So…where were we? I think you should get on your hands and knees and suck me off as punishment for losing the thread a minute there. Come on, little brat, taste me.”
I hesitate for a split second, caught between the two brothers, their desires warring with my own. But the heat in Arson’s gaze, the insistent press of his arousal against me, makes the decision for me.
Slowly, deliberately, I shift over and onto my hands and knees. I crawl the short distance to kneel between his spread thighs, my eyes locked on his as I settle into position.
His lips curve into a satisfied smirk. “Good girl,” he praises, one hand coming to tangle in my hair. “Now show me how sorry you are.”
I maintain eye contact as I lean forward, nuzzling against the hard ridge straining his boxers. His breath hitches, fingers tightening reflexively in my hair. Emboldened, I mouth at him through the fabric, tracing the shape of him with my lips and tongue.
A low groan rumbles in his chest. “Fuck, Lilian, stop teasing.”
I flash him an impish grin before hooking my fingers in his waistband and tug downward. His cock springs free, thick and hard and perfect. I take a moment to admire him, wrapping my hand around the base and giving a few slow strokes. He hisses through his teeth, hips flexing into my touch.
“Suck it, brat,” he orders, his tone brooking no argument. “Put that pretty mouth to work.”
I obey eagerly, parting my lips to take him into the wet heat of my mouth. He’s large, stretching my jaw, but I relax my throat and take him deep. A guttural moan tears from him as I start to bob my head, working him with lips and tongue.
His grip on my hair tightens, guiding my movements as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard, reveling in the broken sounds spilling from him. There’s power in this, in reducing him to base need, in having him at my mercy.
From behind me, I hear Aries’s sharp intake of breath. I can’t see his expression, but I can imagine it—the mix of anger and arousal, the war between jealousy and desire. The thought of him watching this, watching me submit so wantonly to his brother, only fuels my own desire. I moan around Arson’s cock, the vibrations making him curse and jerk in my mouth.
