Page 26 of Beautiful Revenge

“Hey, sleepyhead, time to wake up,” one of my guys whispers into my ear.

Groaning, I swat at them and hear them both chuckling. “No. Comfy,” I whine, but one of them lifts me into their arms, and the second I hit his chest, I know it’s Dylan.

“You fell asleep watching the movie. We’re still on the couch, Brie,” he says with amusement in his voice.

Blowing out a breath, I work to open my eyes and catch him watching me. I know he’s walking us back to the bedroom I generally occupy when I stay over. I never sleep there alone, but their parents have never stopped it. We figure they either haven’t caught on, or they’ve decided not to bring it up.

“I’m sorry. I was fine one minute and felt like I was crashing the next,” I tell them both as they move to lay me on the bed.

“You’ve been through a lot, princess. Between the stress and finally getting your revenge? Not to mention feeling truly safe for the first time in your life? You were bound to crash,” Devon explains, stripping down to his boxers and crawling into bed with me while Dylan does the same.

“I know you’re right, but this was our night,” I whisper, closing my eyes to ground myself.

It makes sense that I’d fall asleep after everything. I think the correct term is adrenaline drop, but that doesn’t matter. I’ve lived the last sixteen years of my life in pain, fear, and sadness, and that all came to an end tonight. The people who’ve spent more than a decade hurting me are gone.

I’m free.

“Your sleep is important, Brie. We can wait, baby,” Dylan whispers, pulling my back against his chest and nuzzling my neck.

“I’m not tired anymore,” I admit, my eyes catching Devon’s in the moonlight.

“Be sure, princess,” he growls, sliding closer to me so I’m sandwiched between them.

I smile, moving my hips to grind against Dylan before doing the same to Devon. “I’m sure. Make me yours.”

“You’ve always been ours,” Dylan growls, pulling me back as he lifts up and moves over me. “Never doubt that, Briar. You. Are. Ours.”

He kisses me hard, his tongue pushing past my lips as my hands move into his hair, making him groan. “I love you,” I sigh when he bites my lip.

“We love you too, baby.” Dev nibbles the side of my neck as his hands travel under Dylan’s shirt before palming my breast.

“Oh, God,” I moan, and Dylan smirks at me.

He trails kisses down my neck, moving lower down my body as Dev pulls the shirt up and starts licking my nipple, causing my body to shiver.

“Devon is just fine, princess. No need to go getting all formal on me.”

Dylan snorts, kissing across my panty-line and nipping my hip bone. “Someone thinks awfully high of themselves, baby,” he says, moving to pull my panties down my legs, discarding them off the bed.

Devon follows with the shirt before I fall back into the bed. “I’m sorry, we’re both gods. My bad,” he teases, and I laugh a little until Dylan pulls my knees apart, lowering them to the bed and settling between them.

His face is so close to my core that I can feel his breath on my skin and groan. “Please, baby. Please make me feel good,” I whimper, and he blows a stream of cold air onto my clit, and my entire body seizes with the pleasure.

“That’s it. Let go and enjoy, princess,” Dyl says, gently pulling my clit into his mouth.

“Oh, my God!” I scream before Devon slams his mouth on mine, devouring my moan as his tongue glides against mine roughly.

Dylan starts lapping at my core with this tongue in leisurely movements. When he finally slides a finger inside of me, I scream into Devon’s mouth, clamping down on Dylan’s finger.

“Fucking hell, baby. Cum for me, Briar. I need to feel you explode on my tongue,” he growls against my clit, sliding in deeper while nibbling on my clit.

I come undone, wrapping my arms around Devon, and biting his lip until I taste blood as the flood of pleasure courses through me.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Draw blood,” Dev groans, his hand moving between us to squeeze my nipple. “Cum harder, Briar. I want you cumming so hard, Dylan almost drowns, baby.” He squeezes my nipple again, twisting it in his fingers, and I feel myself gushing all over Dylan.

He groans, thrusting his tongue into my pussy, and I scream as I feel myself losing all sense of time while he continues to lap at me with his tongue.

“Fuck, baby. I need you. Please tell me I can have you,” Devon rasps against my mouth, and I swallow, giving him a small nod.

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