Page 53 of Please Open Me
That was when Lucian snapped.
He fisted my hair and yanked my mouth away from Sebastian’s with a force that made me gasp. His pupils were wide, his breath ragged.
“Mine,” Lucian snarled, then crushed his mouth to mine with a violence that sent shockwaves through my whole body.
I clung to his shoulders as his tongue slid past my lips, his kiss all teeth and frustration and ownership. My knees wobbled, and I felt myself sag backward, but Lucian held me like steel.
I almost forgot Sebastian was still there, until he grabbed my hips and pulled me forward, pressing the hard line of his cock, still hidden behind his pajama pants, flush against me.
I gasped into Lucian’s mouth as Seb tugged my underwear down in one smooth motion and dragged the blunt head of his cock against my clit.
It was fast, bold, and thoughtless in the way only desire could be.
Normally, Sebastian would stop and ask; consent was deeply important to him. But not tonight. Tonight, he was high, or angry, orsomething.
Lucian deepened the kiss, biting my bottom lip until I moaned. His hands roamed up my ribs, reverent now, like he was trying to memorize me in real time.
A pair of hands, Sebastian’s, split my thighs wide, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his narrow waist as he drove into me in one deep, breath-stealing thrust.
My head tipped back into Lucian’s chest, breaking the kiss as a broken sob left my throat.
Sebastian groaned against my neck, already moving.
Lucian’s gaze darkened. Still, his hands never grazed his brothers as he drew invisible lines on my body like he was reclaiming territory that had been stolen.
His fingers ghosted over my curves. No rush. No grab. Just quiet reminders: I was his first.
One of his hands cupped my throat, tilting my face back until I was looking up at him upside down.
“Tell him you’re mine,” he growled.
“I–what?” I panted, barely able to think through the heat.
“Tell Sebastian who you belong to.”
His voice was harsher now, more animal than man.
I didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Every nerve in my body was already lit, and Seb’s cock kept driving into me with mind-numbing precision.
But still, Lucian’s words undid me.
I should’ve said no. I should’ve said I’m mine and this little game was dumb.
But God help me, my stomach flipped in the best possible way.
Sebastian snorted and picked up the pace, his rhythm going brutal. My back rocked against Lucian’s chest as I bounced with every stroke.
Sweat slicked the space between our bodies, sticking us together in the dark.
“If she belonged to you,” Sebastian snarled, “I wouldn’t be inside her tight little cunt. So shut the hell up, and watch me fuckourwife.”
A sound rumbled from Lucian’s chest, low, guttural, primal.
Sebastian turned my face and kissed me again, rougher this time. I didn’t even try to pull away.
Lucian’s hands slipped between us, grabbing my ass with both fists before he sank his teeth into my shoulder.
I yelped, startled. But Lucian didn’t stop.
