Chapter 11

11

FINN

W e slide through the crowd like we’re invisible, Bran’s hand firmly wrapped around my waist, grounding me.

It makes me feel so fucking special.

“I don’t like it when he’s too busy for us,” Bran grumbles when we stroll past the windows. “But I do love whatever sick game he always comes back with. Castor is the king of deception. His silver tongue wraps everyone around his beautiful words and hidden lies.”

Two others have joined Castor’s tea party. Bran is right. He looks self-assured and important. When he sees us walking by, he gives his brother a faint nod.

“I hope he’s finished soon,” I murmur in agreement, hoping I don’t sound as disappointed as I am.

“Hmm, he will be,” Bran squeezes me tighter and whispers in my ear. “Remember, when he is like this, chatting and looking important, it’s because he’s bored and looking for trouble.”

My heart skips a beat. That’s fucking sexy. Still… “What do you mean?”

Bran chuckles. “You’re a clever boy. You’ll figure it out. Just know that this party is a warm-up for something more interesting to come.” He sucks on my earlobe, and I look away, stifling a groan while my body tingles with arousal.

“Stop it. Everybody can see us.”

“Let them see,” he growls, nipping at my throat. “Let them see how you belong to me.”

When we pass the cocktail bar, I don’t miss the stares: Jess and Lea, Levi and him. David looks pissed. And drunk.

“Looks like someone can’t hold their drink,” Bran sings, enough for him to hear. We leave the party and head back to the room with the magnificent Christmas tree.

My mouth falls open when I see a small musical ensemble sitting in the far corner. Their backs face us. When the door falls closed behind us, they start playing a Christmas song.

Bran grabs my hand and circles around me, spinning me around. “Some privacy to dance since big parties aren’t really your thing.”

“Did you—” I look at the musicians. “Did you do this for me? How?”

“Yes. And as for the how—” He presses my back against his chest, and we sway to the rhythm. “You’d be surprised at all the things we can get done. Better get used to it, flower.” His cock slides against my ass, and I groan when it dips into the curve between my ass cheeks. His hands stroke over my stomach and pecs, holding me close.

“This is your life from now on. Whatever you wish for, you will have.” His lips find the dip between my throat and collarbone kissing me, and cupping my thickening cock. He squeezes it, then traces its length with his fingertips, the featherlight touch making me impatient with need.

“Please.”

“What do you need?”

“I don’t know,” I pant. I roll my hips against his.

“I thought we were just dancing?” He teases.

“Liar.”

He chuckles. “I guess you’re right.”

My pants are opened and pushed down my thighs before I can say anything. “You’re so fucking perfect in lace,” Bran lets out in a hushed whisper of awe. His hands skid over the soft material until they reach my sensitive flesh. I moan as goosebumps spread on my flushed skin. He makes me feel sexy and wanted, makes me feel vulnerable yet strong.

All at the same time.

He lowers the soft material over the curve of my ass and spits onto my crease, rubbing his saliva onto my skin. “Let’s show Castor what he’s missing.”

His finger slide inside me before I can clench my muscles, and I bite the inside of my mouth at the sudden sting.

“Ssh. Relax for me,” Bran croons. “I’ll make you feel so good, flower.”

He takes his time loosening me up. One slick finger becomes two, and he dribbles some more spit onto my ass.

I pant and moan when he fingerfucks my ass, hitting my prostate with every jab. My knees go to buckle but his arm is around my waist to keep me from falling. Then he finally replaces his fingers with his cock. Slowly, inch by inch, he slides inside of me. The music a reminder we are not in here alone.

“See that, brother, see how well I’m looking after our baby boy?” He mumbles.

I turn over my shoulder, surprised. “Are you filming me?”

“Hmm…I am. Got to show him what he’s missing.” Bran grabs my hip tight as he rocks into me. When he hits my prostate with the head of his dick, I let out a cry. “Yesss,” he hisses. “That’s a good boy. Does that feel good?”

“Yes.” I choke. It feels fucking amazing.

“That’s it. Take all of me. Let me fuck you, own you, share you.” He pants in my ear as he keeps up his furious speed. “I’m gonna come, sweetheart. Fuck, look what you’re doing to me.”

He pulls out of me and spins me around, pushes me onto my knees, and feeds me his cock. I look up, watching him in all his unhingeness, his cock entirely stuffed in my mouth. It hits the back of my throat, and I gag. Bran’s mouth is slack, nostrils flared, and his cheeks are flushed from the effort.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he moans. “You suck me so good. Take it all. Take it.” He comes with a feral growl and fills my throat with his release. It’s too much for me to swallow. The corners of my lips leak, and he watches it intently, humming while his body trembles from his climax.

Finally, he relaxes. “My come spilling out of your mouth.” His thumb brushes over the corner of my lip. “That’s got to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I could just watch you, kneeling in front of me like this, with lips wet from my release, every single minute of my life.”

I blink. “But you won’t. Right?”

He lets out a laugh at my words, helps me get up, and swipes his tongue over the curve of my lips, licking the rest of his release away. “But I won’t. What I will do, however, is take care of you.” His hand cups my dick. It’s rock-hard.

“Can you give me two minutes? My face feels all sticky.” I give Bran a peck on the lips. “I’ll be right back.”

“Want me to come with you?”

Yes.

Ignoring the little voice, I shake my head. “Nah.”

Closing the door carefully behind me, I walk through the swaying crowd. By the looks of it, we’ve missed some part of tonight’s formality. People are dancing everywhere, singing to the lyrics of “All I Want for Christmas is You.”

You and you . Two you. Two men.

I smile dreamily. Hopefully, they won’t vanish like they do in a fairytale.

The restroom is quiet. I quickly do my business, then wait for the water to warm. I am washing my hands and face when someone else enters.

When I look up and through the mirror, my eyes bulge. I spin around and freeze.

David stands right in front of me. He roams my face like a predator does to its prey. His eyes are dark with fury, but his blood is filled with alcohol. “You,” he hisses. He takes a step toward me.

“Hi David,” I stammer, the sink stabbing my back.

“You little shit. I bet you really enjoyed playing me last night, didn’t you? With your research .” He huffs out a laugh, and his alcohol-laced breath hits my cheek.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Tell me, did you place those cameras yourself? Did you place them, knowing that you were going to try and kill me by smashing me into a fucking well ?” He grabs me by my throat and bashes my head against the wall. “Well, guess what, I’m still here, bitch.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I wheeze.

“I think you do. You knew that place wasn’t abandoned, and you fucking set us up.” He huffs as he visibly contemplates his own words. “Little Finn wanted to get a good grade. Could have fooled me.” His face is only a few inches away from mine, his eyes bloodshot. “Did you want to impress those big guys you came with tonight? What are they like, your boyfriends?” He chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “Fucking boyfriends . Maybe that’s the only thing I regret.” His hand climbs up my arm, and he tucks away a strand of hair from my face, curling it between his fingers. “That I didn’t take you when I had the opportunity. You know, when you were all over me, begging to suck my cock.”

That’s not how things went. We shared a kiss, and when I thought he finally returned my feelings and liked me too, his friends caught us.

“Ooh.” He chuckles knowingly. The sound makes what little confidence is left inside me crumble. I’m eighteen again and in love with David.

He blinks his glassy eyes. “You really thought it meant something when I kissed you?”

I shake my head, but his eyes zoom in on my trembling lips.

“Yeah,” he whispers, and his hand cups my cheek. “I should have fucked you back then. What do you think, Doc? Shall we take back time and do it now?”

“No.” I pull away, but his hand keeps my throat pinned against the wall.

“Yes, Finn, yes. I’ll bury my dick deep inside your ass and have you scream my name.” He wriggles his thigh between my legs and pushes. “You little cunt. Who do you think you are? Brainwashing me. Trying to kill me. Research .” He huffs. “Fucking research. I’ll show them the truth.” His grip on my face tightens, and he digs his fingers into my skin. His mouth lingers over mine. “Come here, little cunt. Kiss me.”

“No,” I squeal. I try to get him off me, but he’s too strong. Lifting a knee, I kick him in his stomach. His nostrils flare with annoyance, and his hold on my face becomes unbearable.

“Kiss me.”

“No!” I can’t breathe. “Get off me!”

He slaps me in my face, laughing, before slapping me again. My face stings from the ache. “You knew my dad would be here tonight, didn’t you? You knew how important it was for me to see him, to show him I’m no fucking faggot. And then you have to go and tell him about the cameras. You have to come in here with those two guys . But I won’t let you destroy my future, won’t let you fuck up my mind even more. Bitch.” Dipping a hand inside my pants, he grabs hold of my flaccid dick.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I push him again, panic making my heart thump violently. I try to knee him in the balls, but he blocks me. Instead, he gives me a punch to my gut that makes grimace in pain. I crash down, hitting the floor.

“You’ll do as I say!” He roars, lifting me by my throat. I can’t breathe, and his face comes achingly close. I squeeze my eyes shut, ready to face the inevitable.

The touch never comes. I open my eyes, watching him watch me with wide eyes. He doesn’t move.

“Easy now,” Castor murmurs. “Unless you want to lose your head during a college Christmas party. In front of your dad.”

A large, serrated chain loosely hangs around David’s neck. Behind him stands Castor. Blond, fierce, handsome. And pissed. Damn.

David slowly pulls back, eyes glassy with fear.

When he is out of my personal space, Castor pats David on his shoulder. “Good man. Now, listen carefully. If you ever look at what’s mine again, I’ll kill you.”

After what feels like forever, David nods.

“Very good. We understand each other.”

“Is he…is Finn yours?” David’s voice sounds thin.

“Damn right, he is. So I suggest—” Castor slowly slides the chain away and spins David around, facing him. ”That you get the fuck out of here and out of his life.”

“You don’t understand,” David pleads, though he steps away swiftly. “He set us up. Made us go into this abandoned place,” he air-quotes. “Nearly killed me. He’s not who you think he is.” And with those words, he storms out the door.

Castor wraps his arms around me and squeezes tight. “Flower.” Sandalwood envelops me, entwined with his unique smell. How is it possible that I have only known these guys for one day, but they feel like home?

Is there such a thing as love at first sight? I never thought there was that for me anyways.

“I was afraid.” I let the tears fall against Castor’s chest, my body trembling when he brushes my hair and softly murmurs in my ear.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, we’re here now. He can’t hurt you anymore.” We stay lost in our embrace.

I tell myself I should be afraid of these twins. They are killers. Hell, they tried to kill David last night. Still… Here I am. Polished and cherished by these two remarkable guys after being thrown out like trash by my mom.

And I won’t give that up.

The door swings open with a bang, and Bran comes in. He walks straight to the sink, pushing me away with his hip, and starts washing his hands. “There you are.” He smiles at me through the mirror, but his eyes are dark with depravity. “You didn’t fuck in those restrooms, did you?”

Castor rolls his eyes. “Chill, I was just comforting Finn. Did you see David?”

“Yeah. We got him good. First his dad, then me.” Bran grins as he dries his hands. “He’s gone now. How are you, sweetheart?” He clasps my cheek with a wet hand and smiles when I flinch at the cool wetness on my hot skin. “I leave you here to recover after that blowjob, and I find you here trembling. Did he hurt you?”

“Blowjob?” Castor stills.

Bran wiggles his eyebrows. “You could at least have watched your video. I filmed the whole thing.”

Castor swears and slides his phone out. “Fucking B.”

“Oh, yeah, I did the fucking alright.” Bran leans in and licks Castor’s cheek, cackling when his brother shoves him away.

“You fucked him as well?”

“You damn right I did.”

Castor’s gaze turns dark, and he grabs my hand. “I’ll claim my share for everything I put in tonight, brother. And it will be me doing the fucking.”

Bran barks out a laugh. “You’ll get to fuck me, brother, pinky promise. But first, we need to finish this night in style.” He looks at his bruised knuckles. “The fucker wouldn’t even fight back when he saw me coming. Just stood there as I threw in a few punches. Let me fuck up his nose. He left the party with his driver. Guess where he’s heading to?”

Castor snorts. “I always know how and when to play the right cards. And these sponsors were the easiest gossip dump.”

“What did you do?”

“An excellent job,” Castor smirks. “Aren’t you going to thank me?” He grabs Bran’s collar and pulls him in. Their kiss turns desperate. When both their hands press me forward, welcoming my mouth, I moan. They are wet and impatient, nibbling hungrily on the corners of my lips. I sigh when they finally pull back.

With them by my side, my fears melt, and I can beat this fucking world.

“No pouting.” Brant smiles sweetly. “First, we’re going to give you the night of your life. Drink. Dance. Enjoy.”

“Then, we’re going home and finish David,” Castor groans. “I promise you, he’ll be waiting. And we’re going to enjoy every single second of it.”