Chapter 121: _ Wet
Warning: Mature Content Ahead!
The taste of her, the mix of defiant salt and sweet submission, is a drug, and Grayson is a willing addict. He continues to suckle at her breast. His mouth is now a heated seal against her trembling skin, drawing out her whimpers of surrender. Her hands that were previously determined to hold him at bay, now clutch his shoulders in a desperate, clinging grip.
This is it. This is the moment they’ve been waiting for—the final, shattering break of her will.
As Grayson focuses on her breast, Morgan’s hands slide over her hips, tracing the delicate arc of her waist before his fingers dip lower, to the heart-shaped swell of her ass where he circles his fingers around the tight opening.
"N-No, Morgan. Not there." She stutters, shuddering like she’s currently having a hot bath and not being groped by two Alpha twins.
Grayson knows how unapologetically dirty his brother can be. If Morgan thinks her ass is his next playground, he’d go for it. However, with this mate bond filing for nothing but her pleasure, Grayson wonders if his unhinged brother would finally succumb to the wishes of a woman.
Fuck this. The way she writhes and cries in pleasure only makes him more rigid and engorged. He needs to stick this bulging pole in her juicy hole.
A growl rumbles in Grayson’s chest. It’s a possessive sound that echoes in the demon treehouse as he pulls away from her breast.
"Let’s take her to bed," he murmurs, his voice thick with raw hunger.
With an unspoken understanding, they scoop her up, one twin at her back, the other at her knees. Heidi is pliant now like a limp doll in their arms. She makes no sound or struggle. Her head just lolls back against Grayson’s arm as they carry her to the bed in the corner of the room. It’s a simple wooden frame with a straw mattress and a rough wool blanket. Yet, as they lay her down, it feels like the most sacred ground in the world.
Morgan’s hands are the first to touch her, his calloused fingers tracing a path from her throat to her navel. Grayson follows, his palm pressing against the curve of her stomach. There’s a frantic, wild beat beneath her skin—a drum of desire that she can no longer hide. Her hips tilt up in an unconscious invitation, and Grayson’s grin widens as he dips a finger into her honeyed heat.
Her breath rises high at the impact, and her legs instinctively part. The silent plea on her face is a masterpiece of longing and shame. Morgan’s fingers work in and out of her, fucking hard like they aren’t just a simple slender piece of fingers.
"Y-you... you’re k-kill... killing me, Morgan!" She screams, so loudly, Grayson bets every Moon Blessed and demons still awake would hear that.
They watch her, twin predators feasting on her vulnerability. Her juice drips over Morgan’s fingers and drops all the way to his palm. One minute later, Morgan’s entire hand is extremely wet with Heidi’s arousal fluid.
"Argh, fuck this." Grayson curses indistinctly before peeling off his pants and bringing out his hardened cock.
He strokes up and down, pulses bulging on his forehead as he watches his twin relentlessly fuck their mate with two of his fingers.
Then, Morgan lowers his head, and Grayson knows what he’s about to do. He sees the flush on her cheeks, the way her eyes flutter closed, and he feels a surge of triumph. They’ll take her slow. They’ll make her beg for it. And when she does, they’ll claim her fully. They’ll own every last piece of the defiant, little wolf who tried so hard to deny them.
After sucking on and licking her juices off his fingers, Morgan’s mouth closes on her pussy. The sucking is a loud beat to the frantic beating of her heart. This sin they commit, even the walls can’t bear witness as they don’t dare to watch the sensual magic unfolding.
A low growl rumbles in Grayson’s chest once again. This time, it’s an echo of the animal inside him that wants to consume her. He can’t stand to watch Morgan’s mouth at work for long; the sight of his brother tasting their mate, drinking her in, fuels a furious, consuming jealousy.
"Morgan," Grayson snaps, grumbling
His brother doesn’t flinch or even pause. He simply lifts his head with a smirk of pure satisfaction on his face, his lips glistening with her heat. He doesn’t need to speak; the look in his eyes says it all. Your turn, brother.
Heidi is a gasping, whimpering mess. Her hips buck against the straw mattress in a desperate, instinctual movement that betrays her silent pleas for more. Her eyes are open now, wide and unfocused, glazed over with a pleasure so intense it’s almost pain.
Grayson’s gaze travels down his own hardened length, and then back to Heidi’s slick, swollen center. The contrast between her defiant words and her yielding body is the most intoxicating thing he’s ever experienced. He is a predator who has cornered his prey, and the hunt is finally over.
With a final, ragged breath, Grayson positions himself at her entrance, waiting for Morgan to move. His brother’s hand which is still wet with her fluid, slides up her thigh in a final, teasing caress before he finally pulls away. The air grows thick with anticipation, the demon treehouse itself seeming to hold its breath.
Grayson lets out a husky growl. "Remember what you said, little wolf? You’d rather die than live under the same roof with us. Well, you’re not dead. You’re alive, and you’re ours."
Her body shivers at that. It’s a tremor that has nothing to do with cold and everything to do with the truth. He feels her gasp. His grin widens. She’s finally ready. He can feel her desperate need.
Thus, Grayson lowers himself, his gaze forever on Heidi’s face. He wants to see the moment of impact. He wants to watch her eyes as he fills her completely.
He pushes forward, slowly in one agonizing inch at a time until he has penetrated knee deep in her. Her warm body molds itself around him. He feels her breath rise and hears her sharp gasp that is swallowed by the silence of the treehouse. A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure floods his senses. He is home. He is complete.
"You’re not so tough now, are you, little wolf?" he murmurs, trying to chuckle, but almost sobbing in pleasure as sensation washes over him instead.
Heidi doesn’t answer. She can’t. She is a woman on fire, her body trembling with a pleasure so intense it renders her speechless. Her hips tilt up, welcoming him, and he knows that she is finally, truly, utterly theirs.