Page 18 of Created in Chaos

“How about I take this?” Nox faces me and lifts his hands to unbutton the robe. Our eyes meet, and it’s strangely intimate, considering it’s just like removing a coat. When he moves to push the material off my shoulders, he steps closer to me, invading my space and filling my senses with his scent and the heat of his nearness.

I’m not as embarrassed by the catch in my breath as I would be if he were Lucian. It’s peculiar how the brothers can be similar yet so different.

“What are you thinking about, Nova?” Nox asks in a husky whisper.

“What are you thinking about?” I counter, afraid to admit he and his twin dominate my thoughts.

“Kissing you,” he replies, looking down at my mouth. I lick my lips in response, which doesn’t go unnoticed. “Would you let me?” Somehow, his deep voice is even softer as he brings his face closer to mine, allowing our cheeks to brush.

“Yes,” I agree with a small nod, but his lips are on mine before the word is fully out of my mouth.

Nox kisses like he’s tempting me to steal a taste of the forbidden fruit. It’s teasing and sweet, just long enough to lull me into complacency, and then he slides his hands into my hair and turns into a savage, taking deep swipes with his tongue and sucking on my lips. Before I know it, I’m pinned between his hard body and the wall, panting as he pushes my chin up with his lips and kisses his way down my throat.

My heart thunders in my chest, but the last thing I want him to do is stop. He steals every thought in my head and makes me focus only on him and where his hands and lips might venture next.

Heat licks at my lower stomach and between my legs, while an actual moan leaves my lips when he pinches my nipple through my shirt and bra. The teasing touches over the last few days have left me needy for a release, but I’ve been too worried about there being cameras in the bathroom or getting caught by one of the guys to get myself off, even in the shower. It would be just like Lucian to have surveillance equipment.

The entry door slams, and my eyes snap open to find my pretty boy staring right at me. The hard look on his face melts away as he takes in the scene of Nox bent over me, kissing my collarbones.

A thrill of excitement quickens my already rapid heartbeat. I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have both of them touching me, four hands covering my body and working as one.

My mouth drops open on a whimper when Nox pinches my nipple again, harder this time, as if to punish me for not giving him enough of my attention.

“Damn, brother, did you hear the sound she made?”

“I did. Want to hear it again?” Nox slams his knee against the wall between my legs, putting pressure on my center and making my clit throb. I let out another mewl and allow my eyes to close. Damn, I wasn’t expecting that or for it to feel so good.

A dark chuckle fills my ears, and it isn’t coming from the man pressing me up against the wall. “But can you make her come?” Lucian taunts.

“What do you think, Nova? Can I make you come?” Nox jerks my hips forward so I’m straddling his thigh with only my shoulders touching the cool wall behind me. “How about if I slipped my hand right here? Would I find you wet and aching for us?”

I grit my teeth, because there’s no way I’m going to answer that question, but I also don’t have any desire to stop him.

“I’ll give you three minutes, or I get a turn,” Lucian says, causing me to open my eyes, because I know he’s much closer than he was only moments ago.

“Challenge accepted.” Nox places his mouth over mine again while using one hand to drag me higher on his leg and the other to play with my nipple. Three minutes doesn’t seem like enough time, but as the seconds tick by, I find myself grinding on his leg a little harder and chasing the feeling of euphoria that’s just out of reach.

Nox tugs his mouth from mine. “I know you’re close, Nova. Let go. You’re safe with us,” he says almost harshly, but his touch is gentle, even while being demanding.

“Am I, or is this something else you two want to hold over me?”

The hand on my hip tightens for just a moment, then Nox releases his grip to reach for my hand and guide it over to the bulge in his pants. “Does this feel like something I want to hold over you, Nova?” he rumbles.

If I thought I was turned on before, it’s nothing compared to knowing he wants me just as badly.

“Does it?” he prompts, coaxing me to shake my head in denial.

“One more minute.” Lucian is even closer. I can see the wild look in his light blue eyes when I peer past Nox. The thought of punishing him, of making him watch his brother make me come undone, is what pushes me over the edge, coupled with Nox’s mouth on my neck, kissing and sucking like he can’t get enough of me, and I tumble through an orgasm.

When my legs spasm with an aftershock, Nox finally yanks himself away from me, leaving me on unsteady feet and breathing like I just ran a quarter mile. I watch him push his dark hair away from his face as he peers down at me with a look that promises there’s more to come.

“My turn. I think you owe me a kiss, lamb.” Lucian doesn’t give me any time to recover before taking my hand and pulling me off the wall, then urging me to walk in front of him on wobbly legs.

My heart and head have had time to sort through what just happened by the time we reach the gray room—our makeshift space since the incident at school. I contemplate rushing into the bathroom and hiding for the next hour, or until they both forget I exist, but my stubborn pride keeps me moving forward as if allowing a man to give me an orgasm while someone else watches is an everyday thing for me.

As I spin to peer over my shoulder, I see Lucian stripping off his shirt. His dark pants are belted but still slung low on his hips, allowing me to see far below his navel. There’s a line of short, dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband, but it almost gets lost in all the tattoos covering his torso.

It’s not the first time I’ve seen him without his shirt, but it’s the first time there’s been clear intent as to why his shirt is gone. I swallow, contemplating how, just seconds ago, I was thinking I wasn’t even horny anymore, and now the swelling of my clit almost feels erotic.

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