Chapter Thirty-Four

When I got out of bed, I couldn’t find Blake or Zayden anywhere. I wasn’t sure where they could have gone since Zayden’s keys were still on the kitchen island. At least he didn’t leave the house with her again. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed the closet door was open, and I instantly knew something was up.

I peeked inside, not sure I was truly seeing what I was seeing. A man was tied to a chair, bloodied, beaten, and currently having his tongue cut out by Blake. I was about to barge in there and ask Zayden why the fuck he would involve her in our business, but I looked for a second longer and I saw it. This wasn’t a job he wrangled her into, this wasn’t Zayden pushing her past her limits for his own sick satisfaction. This was for her.

The look on her face said it all, whatever this was, it was personal, and I knew I couldn’t ruin it for her.

Zayden watched her with such awe and such adoration as she butchered a man, practically drenched in his blood as she did so. If I didn’t know my deranged brother was in love with her before, this would have confirmed it. And the way she looked at him once she had finished, that shit hurt.

I’ve been sitting at the island ever since, drinking, pretending that I didn’t see what I thought I saw. That there was something real between them. It wasn’t just fear and adrenaline to get out of a graveyard with a madman. It wasn’t the forbidden temptation and built-up lust on a couch. This was real, their connection raw, messy, and true.

I sat with it for a while, doing my best to convince myself that, in the end, she’d still choose me. That I was better for her, but when I heard her moans, that’s when I poured my first glass. They left the room twenty minutes ago, Zayden carrying her in his arms as they made their way to his room. I heard the shower start up shortly after, and it only turned off a minute ago.

The right thing to do would probably be to accept defeat. Accept the fact that while she cares for me and no doubt loves me, something about Zayden understands her on a level I never can. Something about his twisted, fucked-up soul heals a broken part of her own. He has more to offer her than I do, in ways I never could.

So, yeah, the right thing to do would be to walk away. That’s the thing about the Graves brothers, though. We aren’t known for doing the right thing.

My feet are light as I make my way down the hallway, my pulse pounding with each step I take. I can sneak into a government building and download encryption codes without a bead of sweat. I can slip into somebody’s house in the middle of the night, execute them while they’re fast asleep beside their spouse, and not have my heart rate elevate even a single beat. But right now, I feel like I’m going to be sick, because if she looks at me and turns me away…if she tells me it’s him…

I shake my head at the thought. I’d rather fucking die than lose her.

When I step into the room, Zayden and Blake are curled up in bed. The lights are off, the blinds are drawn, and she’s lying in the middle of the bed, her head on his chest with his arm wrapped around her. My heart squeezes at the sight before Zayden makes eye contact with me.

His eyes aren’t apologetic or sympathetic, not in the slightest, and why should they be? Roles reversed, I wouldn’t be feeling bad for my brother. I’d be basking in the high of having her, in fact, that’s exactly what I did.

In the next moment, her eyes flit open, landing on me. Goddammit. Those eyes. Like nothing I’ve ever seen before. The dark brown one has always been my favorite, but maybe because the blue always reminded me too much of Zayden’s.

“Please?” she asks softly, forcing my eyebrows to dip.

Please what? I’ll do anything she wants, even if it means tearing my own heart out. Even if it means walking away and letting them ride off into the sunset while I sit on the sidelines, silently loving her. But I have to hear her say it. She has to tell me she doesn’t love me, that she doesn’t want me. It’s the only way.

Zayden rolls his eyes before reaching over her, flicking the blankets back on her other side, and giving me a pointed look. I’m surprised for a moment, but I don’t fight it. I kick off my shoes and pull my shirt over my head, leaving my sweats on as I slide into bed behind Blake.

Her back is bare, and it isn’t until I’m completely pressed against her that I realize she’s completely naked. I can’t help but grow hard at the feeling of her silky skin pressed against me. She must feel me because her ass presses against my hard-on as she turns her head over to smile at me. Her wet hair is fanned out against the pillow behind her as she nuzzles closer to me.

I take full advantage of her move, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist before my hand brushes against Zayden. Blake smiles happily as Zayden takes up the space she created, plastering her between us before she closes her eyes. Zayden and I share a heavy look, a million things being spoken silently between us.

She’s not choosing him. She’s not choosing me. She’s choosing us. We could both fight it, tear each other apart in the process, but in the end, it will only hurt her. She wants us, and whatever she wants, she gets.

I’m wokenup by the soft sound of rustling. My eyes blink open to find Blake now facing me, her eyes staring up at me softly.

“Hi,” she whispers softly as the sound of my brother snoring echoes in the background.

“Hi,” I say, pulling her just a little closer to me.

Zayden is lying on his back, arms above his head, while Blake scoots closer to me, smiling as she cuddles in closer. I press a kiss to the top of her head as she nuzzles her head against my chest. We’re silent for several seconds before she speaks.

“I’m sorry.”

I frown at that, pulling back slightly to look at her. A tear escapes her eye, sliding down her cheek as she looks up at me.

“Baby, why are you sorry?”

“I cheated on you,” she says with a wince, curling her lip up and shaking her head. “With your brother,” she chokes out, shaking her head in disappointment.

“Hey,” I say gently, trying to soothe her as I grip the back of her neck with my hand. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I thought you were gonna kill him when you came in last night, or me, or both of us. You didn’t, though, you just looked…sad. And I’m terrified that I’ve ruined everything with us. That I blew it, that you don’t love me anymore,” she cries softly, her voice shaking as her face pinches and tears stream down her face.

“Shh, shhh,” I hush her as I cradle her close to me.

“Please don’t cry, baby. It’s okay. I love you so much, nothing could change that.”

“Don’t tell me that just because you think it’s what I want to hear, please. You should be pissed at me. I’m a fucking whore.”

My grip on her tightens as my tone becomes stern.

“That’s enough. I will never tolerate anyone speaking about you that way, yourself included. It’s okay, Blake.”

Her eyes come to my own, flitting back and forth between them as she shakes her head.

“How are you okay with this?”

I stare at her for a moment, using my thumb to brush away her tears as it grazes her cheek.

“Because I’d rather share you with Zayden forever than risk losing you. Let’s be honest, if I forced you to choose, I’d lose you.”

She shakes her head quickly, and I think she even believes herself, but I don’t.

“No, I would,” I insist. “The fact is, there isn’t just room for me in your heart. You love him too, or at least you’re getting there. Even having half of your heart is the greatest gift I’ve ever been blessed with, and I’m not letting that go for anything.”

I press a kiss against her knuckles, her fingers intertwining with my own as she shakes her head softly again.

“I don’t know what I feel. I don’t love him. He’s creepy and controlling and psychotic, obviously, but he also…gets me. Better than I get myself, it seems. Or at least a piece of me. He makes the darkness inside me feel…okay.”

“Yeah,” I sigh as I squeeze her hand. “He has a way of doing that. Of making bad things seem okay, allowing you to embrace yourself to the fullest.”

She nods in agreement.

“So, you’re okay with this? With me being with…both of you?” she hedges carefully.

“If it makes you happy. That work for you, brother?” I ask Zayden, who woke up at least a minute ago.

Blake startles in my arms, turning her head to see Zayden watching her carefully. His hand reaches out, tangling in her hair several times, like it soothes him, before he responds.

“You know, if it was anyone else, I’d kill them?” he asks Blake, obviously referring to me.

Surprisingly, she laughs at that, nodding her head softly.

“Good, but you better figure out what you feel for me soon, angel, because I’m so fucking in love with you that I’m ready to carve your name into my heart.”

She cocks her head to the side and smiles.

“That’s oddly sweet of you, Zay.”

The nickname seems to roll off her tongue, and my eyes shoot to his instantly. His body tightens in response, though, so he answers my unasked question.

“Zay?” he questions, the word seemingly having a sour effect on his tongue.

“Short for Zayden,” she draws out sarcastically. “You know, a nickname. We’ve talked about this with Dom, remember?”

Zayden stays quiet for several seconds.

“That’s my nickname? I get one?”

She shrugs as a wide smile breaks out across his face, one brighter and wider than I’ve seen him wear in years. There isn’t a hint of wickedness or deranged anger hidden in the corners, just joy and bliss. It’s a good look for my brother.

“You love me,” he grins.

She scoffs and shoves him away. “I gave you a nickname, Zayden. We aren’t picking out wedding rings.”

“We should soon. Your fingers are too slim. I’m going to have to have something custom-made. Size four,” he says, directing that last part to me like it’s crucial knowledge for me to have as well.

Instead of being creeped out by the obvious fact that he’s already measured her finger for a wedding ring, she sighs dryly.

“This right here is why I still refer to you as a psycho stalker in my head.”

“Yeah? And what about when we’re in bed?” he asks as his hand moves from her hair and disappears under the blankets.

Her breath shutters in the next moment before her eyes flutter. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what my brother is doing, and when he gives me a challenging look, fuck if I’m gonna back down.

“I seem to remember a certain phone call was made in this bed. Do you remember that, angel?” Zayden asks casually.

Blake’s jaw tenses as she stares up at the ceiling, shaking her head to the side.

“Can’t say I do.”

Zayden gives her a crooked smile before Blake inhales sharply yet again.

“No?” he hums as I slide my own hand out of her grip and skim my fingertips against her bare thigh.

Her head turns to me, a questioning look in her eyes as I find her bare cunt. I rub my fingers against her clit, forcing her to let out a choppy breath as I continue. My wrist brushes against Zayden’s as he continues finger fucking her.

“You don’t remember asking for a threesome with my brother? How you wanted four hands on you, two mouths, two cocks?” Zayden asks.

Blake’s eyes roll into the back of her head as Zayden peels down the blankets, exposing her beautifully naked body to the both of us. I move my fingers further down, and when Zayden pulls his back, I slip two fingers inside her, forcing her to take both of us at the same time.

She lets out a pant that turns into a scream as we do it again and again. Zayden and I smirk at each other as she begins quivering and shaking.

“F-fuck. Oh my god. Please don’t stop. Please, please, please,” she begs.

I’m prepared to continue teasing her, but with one more thrust of our fingers, I feel her cunt wrap tightly around us, squeezing until I hardly have a pulse in my fingers before her cum hits us.

I gather as much of her cum on my fingers as I can before bringing them up to her mouth. She opens instantly, not even hesitating as she begins to suck. Her tongue swirls around my fingers as she lets out a throaty moan. I look down to see Zayden has his mouth latched onto her, and he’s eating her like he’s trying to tongue-fuck her. Actually scratch that, I know that’s exactly what he’s trying to do.

As she continues to suck on my fingers, I reach my other hand down to my sweats, pushing them down to my ankles before gripping the back of Blake’s neck and pulling her toward me.

“Come suck my cock, baby.”

She practically scrambles over to me excitedly, taking my cock to the back of her throat eagerly. I bury my fingers into her hair and clench my fists, using it as a way to guide her motions. Not like she needs any help, goddamn, my woman can suck dick.

I look up to see Zayden pull away from her now-bent-over pussy with a popping sound before he lines himself up to her. He gives me a mischievous wink before he thrusts inside her. Her back arches, no doubt giving Zayden a gorgeous view as he begins fucking her.

Matching his rhythm, I use her mouth, fucking her throat as deep as she lets me go. She begins to gag, and I back off for a second, but she doesn’t let me. She forces herself to take more of me, her throat constricting around my cock as she gags again and again.

Fucking hell.

I feel my balls begin to draw up, and I hear Zayden’s breathing become choppier. His hand sneaks around the front of her, rubbing her clit as his other hand begins massaging her ass.

“Shit, angel. Look how good you’re taking us. Such a good fucking girl. I can’t wait for us to fill you up. I’m gonna fuck your pussy, and Dominic is gonna take you right here,” he says as he pushes against her asshole.

Her back arches, and she moans around my cock, causing my cock to twitch in response.

“Oh, does my angel like ass play?” Zayden smirks as he puts more pressure on her, forcing her body to buck in response.

Her head nods quickly, which I’m only benefiting from.

“She says yes,” I say through clenched teeth. “She’s gonna be so perfect.”

“I can’t wait,” Zayden smiles. “Now come for us,” he says, thrusting against her hard at the same time as I push myself down her throat.

Her body shakes in response as I come, my vision blurring and my body shaking as my orgasm tears through me. I hear Zayden and Blake both moan and move as they follow their own orgasms.

Blake collapses on top of me, and Zayden falls onto his back, heavy breathing is all that can be heard in the room. After a few minutes, I press a kiss against her head and move to get up. Zayden stops me, though, shaking his head as he points to her. She’s fast asleep against my chest, and I lay back down, keeping her on top of me as he grabs his phone.

“Food?” he mouths.

I nod, looking down at her before looking back at him.

“I don’t know what she wants, just get everything,” I whisper softly.

He gives me a thumbs-up before stepping out of the room.

You’d think Zayden and I would need to talk about this, hash things out, draw some ground rules, or something. I don’t feel the need, though. He would rather die than ever hurt her, and I feel the same. He loves her more than he loves his next breath, and honestly, if it means keeping her happy forever, I don’t give a shit. He’s my brother. I love him almost as much as I love her, and I want him to be happy too. He deserves it. This thing might be as temporary as today or as permanent as forever. It’s all in Blake’s hands, she’s the driver, and Zayden and I are just the happily-accompanying passengers.