26. Danica

Danica

26

H ours later, as I sit in the cramped carriage, my thoughts drift back to last night's encounter withRhyland and Lucian. The memories of his touch and whispered promises send a shiver down my spine. I can't help but glance over at him, catching his gaze as he shoots me a sly smile.

"That sweet ass doing okay,Angel?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.

I catch his gaze and see the desire burning in his eyes. "No, actually," I reply with a sassy bite in my tone. "It's like my ass is begging for a break from this damn hardwood and jostling."

Rhyland reaches out and takes a firm grip on my thigh, leaning in close to my ear. "Want to trade that hardwood for mine?"

My heart races as I realize what he's planning. I shoot a look over to Lucian, who's just staring at me with that shit-eating grin.

I inhale sharply; the thought of doing something provocative in front of his brother baffles me. "You're joking?" I whisper. "You can't be serious...?"

He nods, determined to make his move as he pulls me onto his lap, my back against his chest. "There, that's better."

I take a breath, trying to steady the jitters dancing through me. Rhyland's hands start their ascent, tracing the bare skin of my thighs exposed by the whisper-thin dress that's barely there, caressing as if I'm the most precious treasure.

With a simple thought, he reminds me, "We don't need to speak aloud, baby."

I pause, glancing at Lucian, who's serving me a full course of 'come hither' looks.

Seriously, what's the deal?

"What are you doing?" I whisper back through our bond.

With Rhyland typically guarding me like I'm the last piece of chocolate on Earth, the idea of Lucian eyeing us like we're the night's premium show both thrills and freaks me out.

"It's okay, baby. I know you want him to watch. Lucian is a filthy fucker. Let's give him a show, shall we?"

Part of me is going, 'Is this for real?' because, let's face it, my 'normal' meter broke miles back. Yet here's this wild, wicked whisper in my head urging me to ride the crazy wave. There's a twisted thrill in pushing the envelope, in flirting with the forbidden.

And damn if I'm not tempted just to toss caution to the naughty winds.

I lean back into him as he begins to touch me gently, slowly running his hand up my inner thigh, his breath and lips on my neck. His fingers find me already wet as he reaches my pussy.

"So fucking wet. I know this turns you on, Angel," he says with satisfaction as I moan quietly.

Teasing my clit, he alternates between gentle and fast movements, causing my breath to quicken. With my legs spread wide, I sit on his lap while he holds me tightly from behind.

Lucian's positioned to get an eyeful, with nothing obstructed from his view.

With Rhyland's other hand, he pulls down my top, revealing my aching, plump breasts and hard nipples. He begins to pinch and flick them while continuing to tease my clit.

Lucian's piercing gaze remains locked on mine, that trademark smirk curling his lips as if he's stumbled upon some delicious secret. "Well, well, well..." he drawls silkily, eyes raking over me with undisguised appreciation. "Isn't this just an absolute scorcher of a sight to behold?"

His smirk deepens into a rakish grin. "Goddamn, Princess...you're so fucking beautiful like this." He lets the words linger—gaze roving slowly. "All flushed and breathless and radiating pure temptation."Lucianleans in conspiratorially, dropping his voice to a low rumble. "Makes a guy wonder what other pretty noises I could coax out of that luscious mouth."

His words wash over me, and I can't help but feel like I've just been placed on some sultry pedestal, adored and revered by both of these men like I'm the trophy in their game of desire.

Rhyland's finger enters me, and I can't help but groan at how thick his finger feels inside me. My head falls back against his chest as I respond to his touch.

"Fuck yeah, you're all mine now," he snarls possessively in my ear. "Every damn inch of you belongs to me."

I push back into him, my voice barely a whisper, "Yes…more," I plead.

"Such a needy fucking whore, aren't you, Angel?" Rhyland growls out loud.

I moan at his obscene words.

"Seriously, this is like the grand finale show for my eyeballs' whole existence,"Lucianexclaims brazenly, shamelessly drinking in the sight. His gaze darts covetously betweenRhylandand me. "I mean, hot damn, you two are putting on one hell of a scorching display."

He flashesRhylandan exaggerated pout, eyes widening comically as he pleads, "C'mon bro, throw me a bone here! Don't be stingy with theangelcake—let your favorite brother get a taste of the action."Lucianlicks his lips slowly, letting the suggestive motion linger as he leers. "I promise to play very , very nicely...for the first few minutes at least."

Rhyland then slides two fingers into my pulsing core—Ignoring Lucian. I moan and gasp in pleasure as he struggles to push both fingers inside, knuckles deep. He pulls them out, glistening with my arousal, and rubs them all over my swollen clit. The slickness and friction drive me closer to the edge of my climax.

Lucian's eyes light up with eager anticipation as he slowly licks his lips. "Ooh, darling, would you be so kind as to grant me the honor of a delectable sampling?" He casts a pleading look, visibly restraining himself from reaching out. "Just a little taste?" he wheedles playfully, flashing that roguish smile. "I promise to savor every delicious bite like a true connoisseur."

I'm so aroused that my body is literally oozing with desire, and I can feel it dripping out of me, wetting the carriage floor beneath me.

Rhyland gently presses his fingers against my waiting lips and commands me, "Suck."

I obediently take his fingers into my mouth, sucking on them with such intensity that I feel myself losing control.

"You're such a filthy girl," Rhyland growls, "I'll have to put this mouth to good use later."

Nearly bursting at the seams, Lucian chimes in with faux innocence, "Oh, dear mother of darkness. Rhy, pal, it's sharing and caring time, don't you think?"

He releases my breast and reaches down to unzip his pants. I slightly shift and reach down between us, wrapping my hand around his thick throbbing cock. Veins engorged.

He gasps as I position myself over him. My wetness drips down onto him.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, brother. Have you ever heard an angel sing? It'll make your fucking balls ache, I swear." Rhyland tells him with panting breaths.

Rhyland's waiting for me to take the plunge—the growl of his warning rumbles through me, " Sit your needy cunt on my cock now, Angel. I won't ask again."

Rhyland's filthy mouth is poetry to my ears—a secret language between us, a promise of pleasure and pain that sends a shiver down my spine.

With a loud grunt, Lucian pulls his massive cock out of his pants and begins stroking it slowly. The sight has me panting in anticipation, my body on fire with desire.

He's not small by any means—Veiny, corded and girthy. But Rhyland still has him beat in that department.

"Do what he says, Princess," Lucian commands, his voice deep and growling with need. "Show me what heaven sounds like."

My whole being is consumed, aching.

I can feel Rhyland's hard, bulbous head against my dripping entrance, and without hesitation, I take a deep breath, my eyes locked with Lucian's, and then I obey Rhyland's command. I slowly lower myself onto him, feeling his hard length fill me completely, stretching me open—the exquisite pain and pleasure mingling in a way that only he can bring.

"Oh, she's into the filth, isn't she? Lucian leans in and tugs at my nipple with gentle twists and pulls. "and so beautiful."

Suddenly, his mouth is on my nipple, hot and insistent. His lips suck and tug, sending electrifying jolts of pleasure through my body. At the same time, Rhyland thrusts into me with a force that takes my breath away. The combined sensations are overwhelming, and I can't help but release a loud moan, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me.

I hear Rhyland take a sharp breath and sigh in pure yearning behind me. His soft sounds are like an intoxicating elixir, arousing my desire even more.

My body hums with arousal, the need to please Rhyland and, in some twisted way, to satisfy Lucian.

Lucian is still fisting his cock while I begin to move, my hips rocking in a rhythm that's both primal and tender, a dance of need and desire that binds us together at this moment.

"Dani…"

As Rhyland picks up the pace, driving into me with increasing force, I can feel myself succumbing to the overwhelming sensations. "So... fucking...good…Angel," Rhyland pants in between thrusts, sending shivers down my spine.

With a tight grip on my hip, he pulls me down onto his massive cock as he thrusts up, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Hearing his moans of delight behind me only intensifies the approaching orgasm that I know is about to consume me.

"Angel…"

I lose myself in the moment and let out a guttural moan as Lucian's mouth bites down roughly, teasing and pulling at my pebbled nipple. " Oh, god…" My thoughts trail off into a silent plea; as waves of arousal crash over me, I'm left wordless, my eyelids fluttering shut, surrendering to the sensory tide.

With each grinding motion, I feel his pulsing cock pressing deeper and deeper inside of me.

Lucian moves and uses his skilled fingers to tease my swollen clit, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. His lips and tongue trail over my nipples, taking turns suckling and biting, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

My moans grow louder with each thrust, my body trembling as waves of intense pleasure crash over me like a tidal wave. Heat spreads through my veins, making it hard to focus on anything but the electrifying pleasure taking over my body while both men devour me.

"Shh...Angel," Rhyland whispers, but I can't hold back any longer.

"I can't...you feel so… fucking good." Rhyland takes a handful of my hair at the base of my neck—my kryptonite, and tugs me back, forcing me to arch my back as he slows his movements.

"Fuuuuck," he growls, lost in the intense sensations consuming us both.

Lucian then dips his head down, "I can't take it anymore—I need a taste." his lips scorch my clit, licking and gently sucking as Rhyland slowly moves inside me.

Oh, sweet Jesus! Lucian is an expert at working my clit with practiced precision, flicking and sucking it just right.

"Ohh, god …" I moan as I grip Lucian's hair—ready to explode on Rhyland's cock at any moment.

"So, damn good…" he chants in a low, seductive voice that makes me shudder with pleasure. But then he surprises me. "I need more of this pussy. Rhyland, move your fucking dick."

To my astonishment, Rhyland pulls out, leaving me empty and desperate. I'm dripping with arousal all over his cock, and pelvis—so worked up.

Lucian takes charge and commands Rhyland to hold my legs, but Rhyland has other plans. Instead, he pushes against my back entrance, making me gasp as I feel his big head nudging against me.

"Gonna be a good girl and take my cock here?" He pushes and rubs against my ass, massaging the tight ring of muscle. "I've been dreaming about taking this ass again." Rhyland pants in my ear, making me weak.

Lucian sounds shocked and turned on at the same time. "Oh, fuuuuuk... You like anal, Princess?" he asks, his voice heavy with lust.

"Oh, yeah, and she takes it so fucking good. Don't you, baby?" Rhyland murmurs in my ear, pulling my head back with a fistful of my hair. "My dirty girl, gonna take it in the ass?"

I nod numbly as Rhyland reaches under my knees, spreading my legs wider and pulling them up. I'm literally spread eagle, and my pussy is in Lucian's face at this position.

"I need some lube, brother." Rhyland demands, his voice thick with desire.

Lucian doesn't miss a beat. Bending down, he sucks Rhyland's cock into his mouth, slurping, moaning, and gagging. Thick drool and spit glide out the sides of Lucian's mouth down Rhyland's colossal cock.

I'm completely speechless as I watch him deep-throat Rhyland, his cheeks hollowing out as he moans like he loves it.

Oh my fucking god!

Knowing full well that they aren't brothers by blood, only by their maker, makes me curious—have they teamed up like this in the past? It's an interesting dynamic that definitely piques my interest.

Watching Lucian suck Rhyland—It's so hot that I can feel my orgasm building. My clit tingles, and I whimper.

"Fuuuck, yeah," Rhyland rumbles in approval. "I told you he's a filthy fucker."

"Umpffhh," Lucian moans around Rhyland's cock.

After a few minutes of watching probably the hottest thing of my existence—Lucian gagging and choking himself on Rhyland's fat dick—Lucian pops off, spreading my cheeks—spitting drool into my ass, and positions Rhyland at my entrance. It takes a few tries and some breathing before Rhyland works himself in. I moan at the fullness of him, stretching me open.

"Oh, sweet lord above. She's swallowing your cock." Lucian sounds even more aroused. "Now, let me clean this fucking mess you made." Lucian wastes no time and dives back in, my pussy on full display to his ravenous mouth—licking and sucking my clit, spearing his tongue inside my pussy, like a man possessed. I scream out loud at the intense sensations, writhing under their skilled touch.

Lucian purrs with pleasure, "Damn, I've never tasted anything so delicious." His words make me feel wanted and desired, and I start losing control. "She tastes like—"

"I know exactly what she tastes like," Rhyland pants. "Fuck…Angel. Your ass—so tight. I'm gonna fucking explode." Rhyland groans behind me; his voice strained with effort as he thrusts in and out of me. I can feel the pressure building inside me; I am burning up, and my mouth is agape.

"I'm gonna shoot my load all up in this ass. You're going to be dripping with my cum" Rhyland growls behind me.

Lucian then adds two fingers inside me, expertly massaging my inner walls while simultaneously sucking and flicking my clit with his talented tongue.

"Oh, FUCK …I'm gonna…" I'm about to reach my peak…

"Umpffh—yeah, give it to me," Lucian says huskily.

"DANI!"

I snap awake, shooting up straighter than an arrow.

There's Lucian, rocking that signature smug grin like he's got all the secrets, and then Rhyland, glaring with a fury that says he's about two seconds from wringing my neck.

Holy shit!

Quite the wake-up call.