Page 38 of Dead Wolf Rising (Bad Moon Academy 3)

Draco releases my hair, sitting back on his heels as he yanks his shirt over his head.

I move to pull mine off, but Brayden smacks my hand away. “No.” He partially shifts his hand, long claws ripping through my shirt and bra in one swift swipe. The tip of one drags across my skin, and I hiss when it slices through the top layer of my skin.

“I can fix that,” Brayden says before dropping his tongue to my chest, lapping up the thin line of blood beading to the surface while his brother tugs my shorts off. His saliva seals the wound, and he hums in appreciation. “Your blood isdelicious.”

Lifting my hips, I try to expedite my undressing because the sooner I’m naked, the sooner I can have them. I pull my arms out of my shirt, tugging it out from under me and trying not to disrupt Brayden’s hot tongue tracing over my chest. Cold grass kisses my back, and a gentle breeze brushes over the hill. My nipples harden and Brayden moves his attention there, kneading one with his hand and sucking one into his mouth.

“Are you still scared, Little Red?” Draco grabs my thighs and spreads them wide.

“No.”

He nods and reaches one finger toward my slit, running it up and down my length, teasing me with his touch. “Good.”

Then he drops his mouth to my clit, using his fingers to spread me wide open as he devours me. Draco, the wolf who terrifies nearly everyone and is chaos incarnate, is bowing to me. Giving me everything I could ever want, like I’m some sort of goddess.

My heart squeezes in my chest as he rolls his wet tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Inch by inch, my back arches off the ground, and I dig my fingers into his hair, urging him on.

Two thick fingers push inside of me, plunging deep into my pussy as Brayden pinches my left nipple and bites down on the right. One twin gives me pleasure, his tongue and fingers stroking and coaxing me toward a climax while the other gives me pain, just enough to make me moan.

“Yes,” I rasp, rolling my hips in time with Draco’s tongue. I writhe beneath them, trapped in their strings as they play with me like a marionette until my mouth drops open on a strangled cry and I come.

Draco bites the inside of my thigh, working a third finger inside of me and moving them so fast my walls clamp around him. My body starts to flush, another wave of ecstasy rising within me. Brayden moves back, and I reach for him on instinct, begging him to come back.

His devious chuckle sends shivers rippling down my spine. “I’ll be back,” he reassures me as he stands to take off his pants.

I’m too busy staring at his thick shaft, watching as he wraps his fingers around it and strokes it, that Draco surprises me when he pushes inside of me.

“Oh, God.” I close my eyes and absorb every delectable inch of him, filling me, stretching my walls in a slow, determined thrust of his hips.

He clamps his hand around my throat, forcing me to open my eyes and look at him as he leans over me. Resting one strong forearm on the ground near my head, he holds me in place with the hand around my neck and tsks.

“If that’s what you want to call me, fine, but I’m not God. I’m going to break you, Little Red. My brother and I are going to wreck you.”

I swallow, licking my lips and running a hand down his back, grabbing a handful of his perky ass and yanking him toward me, forcing him to go deeper. “You can try,” I say with a grin.

A soft growl rumbles in his chest, and he pulls back and slams into me so hard I scoot up the hill. He’s lucky there aren’t any sticks or pokeys because all I have to worry about is his cock hitting the spot deep inside over and over.

It’s amazing. Almost perfect. But something is missing. No, not something. Someone.

“Brayden.” I turn my head to look at him. “I need you too.”

“Of course you do,” he says, walking over.

Grabbing my hips, Draco rolls to his side, taking me with him to keep from slipping out. I wrap my arms around his neck and lock my foot around his leg, moving in time with him.

Brayden lies down behind me, scooting close enough his dick presses against my ass cheek. He grabs my tits, kissing his way up my neck as he tweaks and caresses me. “You’re going to need to relax,” he whispers before adjusting himself. He traces one hand over my side, lightly grazing my skin and curving around my ass. He slowly prepares me to take him in, kissing and biting my neck while his brother rocks into me, gentle enough I don’t worry about how they’re going to coordinate.

It’s almost like they’ve done this before. I smack the thought away. Who gives a shit about anyone who came before me? I’m here now, and it’s me they want to worship. It’s me they’ve bonded with. They’re completely mine, and nothing else matters now.

“Cry for me, baby.” Is all the warning Brayden gives me before pressing the head of his dick inside of me. It’s lubed up with his precum and spit, but there’s a sharp bite of pain.

I whimper, and he shushes me.

“Good girl. Now relax.” He eases in, and Draco stops moving his hips. During the bonding ritual I was so distracted I didn’t register the pain as much, but this time it hurts a little. Not enough to make me want to stop, but enough to steal my breath.

Draco’s lips capture my next soft whimper, and his thumb finds my clit, pressing down hard and erasing the little bit of pain I feel. His tongue coaxes my mouth open and Brayden massages my breast in his hand, finally burying himself inside of me. They both stay like that, sheathed in me on either side, sandwiching me between their hard bodies and their touches that scorch my skin and make me pant in need.

“Did you like that?” Brayden asks, kissing my shoulder before biting it.

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