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Garron lines himself up again, his cock already hard.. I hold her steady as he drives in deep, and the sound she makes cuts right through me. I slide my hand down her stomach, fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles while Garron pounds into her from the front.
Her head tips back against me, mouth open, eyes wild. I kiss her throat, tasting sweat. Garron grips her thighs, driving into her harder, the bed shaking with it. I keep my pace steady on her clit, relentless, making sure every thrust drags her closer and closer.
“Fuck—look at her,” Garron growls, eyes fixed on her face. “She’s perfect.”
I smile against her skin. “She’s ours.”
Her nails dig into my forearm, her whole body quivering as she teeters on the edge. Garron slams into her, I circle harder, and the three of us are lost to it. She tips over that edge with a broken cry. Her pussy squeezes around him, milking every drop of his release. Garron groans, curses under his breath, and buries himself deep, spilling inside her.
I don’t stop. I keep her pinned against me, her body trembling from aftershocks. Garron slips out with a grunt, chest heaving, and I shift us down onto the bed before she can fold in on herself.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” I whisper against her damp temple.
She whimpers like she’s too far gone, legs still spread, her body open and shaking. And I take her there. I push her forward just enough to slide behind, her back against my chest, her hair sticking to my jaw as I hold her chin up. My cock presses into her ass, and she lets out a hoarse moan when I slide in slowly.
The tight heat around me nearly steals the breath from my lungs. I wrap my arm around her waist, my other hand finding her clit again. She cries out, but it’s faint, her voice alreadyragged. Garron watches, eyes dark, his hand stroking himself like he wants another round.
“Take her, Ev,” he growls, and I do. My thrusts are steady, filling her completely while my fingers work her front. She’s shaking like she doesn’t have anything left, but her body keeps answering mine, clenching, writhing.
I whisper filth into her ear, bite her neck, and push her until she breaks again. “So tight back here, Little Horror. Feels like your ass was made for me. You’re going to think of this every time you sit down tomorrow.”
Her whole body spasms, pleasure wrung from every nerve, her voice barely a gasp. She collapses against me, limp, her breaths shallow and soft.
By the time I empty inside her, she’s trembling, eyelids fluttering like she’s trying to stay with me but too far gone. Her ass clenches weakly around me, draining my balls of cum. I kiss her temple, still buried deep, and feel her body finally give way. She exhales slowly, lashes closing, and this time she doesn’t open them again. She’s out, spent and slack in my arms.
Garron smirks at me from across the bed, tucking himself back in, but I just tighten my hold on her.
“She’s wrecked,” I murmur, brushing her damp hair back
“Yeah,” Garron says, voice low, satisfied. “Wrecked and ours.”
54
Corwin
The sky’sstill gray when we load up the car, the kind of early morning that doesn’t belong to anyone yet. It smells like dew and cold dirt, and the town will still be asleep. Perfect.
We toss the last bag into the trunk. The box of evidence sits open beside me on the seat: pages, photos, printouts. I barely slept last night, not with all the sorting and labeling and the sounds coming from down the hall. Little Horror had my brothers wrapped around her fingers, and by the time I’d finished stapling the last packet together they worked her into the kind of moans that were sinful to listen to. I shouldn’t be used to sharing her, but I am. We’ve shared everything since the womb.
Three men like us couldn’t ever survive three different women. We’d destroy them, or they’d destroy us. But she fits. She’s got the same darkness, the same rage we’ve carried for years. It’s like she was made to crawl out of the same grave we did.
Evander slides up to me with a grin on his face. “You ready?”
“Been ready.” I slam the trunk and wipe my hands on my jeans.
We move quickly back into the house and get started with cleaning. Every surface is wiped down with alcohol and a microfiber rag. Every trace of us is gone. By sunrise, no one will be able to prove we were even here. If anyone searched or checked into it, we’ve been visiting family; just three good sons, home for the week.
Agatha pauses with her sleeve covered hand on the doorknob. She looks at the house but doesn't say anything, just tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and then follows us out to the car.
I slide into the driver’s seat. The car smells like coffee and Agatha’s perfume. Evander takes shotgun while Garron and Little Horror get in the back quietly. With the car in gear, I ease out of the driveway.
The drive through town is slow, the streets empty, just porch lights glowing soft and orange. One by one, we pull over at each address on the ledger. We take turns getting out and dropping a packet into a mailbox or sliding it under a door. Every house gets a piece of the truth.
By the time the last one’s gone, the box is empty, and my chest feels lighter. There’s still more to do, but this part is done.
“Check the church and house?” Garron asks.
“Yeah. Might as well make sure it’s all ash.”
