“You can’t do that,” I whimper.
“Tell me no then,” Declan says as he unbuttons my jeans. My breathing is rapid and all I want to do is yell at him to keep going. I don’t have to yell though because he slowly unzips my jeans. I whimper and try to pull my arms out from under them again. This time Darian grabs my chin and turns me to face him.
“Look at me,” Darian says firmly. I open my eyes, but I can’t focus on his face. He’s looking at me like he’s going to devour me. “Either say no or stop fighting, Mia. You are only panicking because you see yourself as less than compared to everyone else.”
“I can’t help it,” I whisper. I groan and close my eyes again when Declan starts kissing my neck.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” he encourages. I open my eyes and Declan slowly slides his hand down the front of my jeans and underwear.
“Understand that we absolutely mean it when we tell people that you are off limits. I don’t care who they are... you belong to us, Mia. We will take this as slow as you’d like... but you will take both of us,” Darian says matter-of-factly. Before I can say anything, Declan drags his fingers across my clit, and I gasp.
“She is dripping for us,” Declan says as he kisses my neck and pushes two fingers into me. His palm rubs my clit as he starts to fuck me with his fingers. He curls his fingers and hits a spot inside of me that forces a moan. “Damn, she is tight as hell too.”
“What do you want, Mia?” Darian asks. “Do you want him to stop?”
“Please don’t stop,” I whimper.
“What do you want then?”
“I want to come,” I say, my shyness slipping away with each stroke of his fingers.
“If we make you come, you belong to us. Got it?” Declan says and I nod, trying not to moan loudly. “Say it.”
“I’ve got it,” I whimper. “Please. This is torture.”
“Do you deserve to come after being a brat,” Declan asks.
“I swear to God, I will throw a tantrum if you edge me,” I threaten, and they both laugh.
“Come for us then, pretty girl,” Darian says before kissing me softly. Declan and Darian hook their legs around mine to keep me from closing them as Declan quickens his movements. He suddenly shifts and focuses on just my clit. I can’t focus on kissing Darian, so I pull away, but he immediately covers my mouth. When my orgasm hits me, my entire body tenses and my back arches dramatically.
‘There ya go,” Declan says softly. “That’s a good girl.”
When my body finally relaxes, he pulls his hand out of my jeans before putting his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean. “Just as sweet as I thought,” he says with a smile.
“I don’t even know what to say,” I pant as they let me have my arms back.
“Come down and have a few drinks with us,” Declan suggests.
“I could use a drink,” I admit. “Not too much... I don’t drink often.”
I slowly peel my eyes open and groan when the sunlight makes my head throb. I am hardly awake as I try to recall what led to me feeling like death. The last thing I remember is going downstairs to have a few drinks. I remember taking a few shots, but then everything turns into a blur.
“Oh look, she’s alive,” Declan says humorously. I pull the pillow out from under my head and cover my face with it. As I wake upsome more, I am hyper-aware of the little amount of clothing I have on under the blanket.
I abruptly sit up and pull the blanket up to cover my chest. I have a tank top and underwear on, but no bra. My stomach churns and my head spins as Declan pulls me back down to bed. “What the fuck happened?” I ask.
“You weren’t joking when you said you don’t drink often,” Darian laughs. “You got pretty wasted.”
“Why don’t I have clothes on and why are you two in my bed?” I ask.
“You came up here to watch a movie when we realized you were drunk. We came up here to check on you a few times. By the time we came up the last time, no one was here. You ended up getting sick, so we helped you get cleaned up and in bed. We are still here because we were afraid you’d die in your sleep otherwise,” Darian says. “No one touched you, if that’s where that sudden spike of anxiety was headed.”
“I feel like I was hit by a bus,” I complain.
“Here. Drink some water,” Declan says as he grabs a bottle of water off the nightstand and offers it to me. I take it from him and sit up.
“Thanks,” I sigh and drink from the bottle. When I’ve had more than half, I hand it back and lay down. “I’m going back to sleep.”