Page 31 of Serpentine
“Don’t tense up, sweet girl. Just feel. Let him in.” Braxton’s words ease my tension as I watch Miles lower himself, eyes watching me with a glint.
“Ready, princess?” Miles asks, and I nod frantically.
“So eager,” Brax says, “we love eager prey. Don’t we, Brother?”
Miles nods. “That we fucking do.”
His tongue presses into my entrance, and the sensations transfix me. My mouth opens, silent moans stuck inside my throat as I don’t want to move a fucking inch and lose the feeling.
“Breathe, Bambi.”
I do so cautiously.
Miles pulls back, then presses back in.
“Fuck, yes, that feels so good, Miles. So fucking good!” I don’t know who has taken me over, but the things coming out of my mouth aren’t things I’d usually say. The absolute abandon I feel with them is becoming addictive.
“Curl that tongue upward just a bit, Brother. Let her feel it all,” Brax says, and Miles obliges.
A scream rips out of me as he presses to the front of my center, moving in and out with his tongue against what feels like every nerve ending in my body.
“Please, please, please!” I beg. “I’m going to come. Please don’t stop!”
Braxton lets my head go, which allows me to lie back and arch off the bed. He’s fisting himself rapidly as he watches me come apart for his brother. The exact moment I cry out is the same moment his cock erupts all over my face and chest.
“Fuck, Bambi, what are you doing to us?”
Miles stands abruptly, freeing himself and stroking furiously. I’m pinned to the bed, body thrumming with new life as I watch him.
“Come for me,” I tell him, massaging the cum on my breasts in show for him. “Cover me in it, Miles. I need more!”
He leans one knee on the bed to get closer, and his face contorts. “Princess! Fuck,” he groans, his movements slowing and his body arching as his cum shoots across my body, mixing with his brother’s.
It's warm and feels like someone has branded me.
It takes a moment before I realize that I have been branded.
Because when I leave here—if I ever do—I won’t be the same woman who arrived.
ELEVEN
MILES
The day turned on its head when I went to see what was taking Braxton so long. When I rambled downstairs to find Aella on her knees in front of him, mouth sucking on his cock, I forgot every single jealous thought I’d had about the two of them. All I wanted was not to be on the sidelines.
I took the opportunity and ran with it.
After we finished, Brax cleaned her off, and then I helped her to the shower. All the while, she insisted she was fine and had a goofy grin. One filled with blissed-out tranquility.
When I get back to Braxton’s room, he’s got the same fucking smirk on his face.
“Did you get what I asked you for?” I ask, trying not to let the moment go to my head, as he is.
He clears his throat, his mind back on task immediately. “Yeah, it’s all printed out and on my desk.”
I nod and move to grab it.
“Do you think she’s alright with what happened?” he asks, and I’m taken aback. I’ve never known him to be concerned about another person’s feelings. It’s not that he’s an asshole. It’s just how he operates. Dad always liked to say he was special. He sees the world as black and white. He sees through the bullshit.