Chapter 15

15

FINN

“ H ey, sweetheart.” Castor walks in first. He lifts his hoodie and scarf with an elegant sweep and shakes free his blond strands. My heart skips a beat at just how beautiful he is.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Bran gives me a smile that turns predatory when he drags his gaze down to where cum splatters are the proof of my earlier outburst.

“Looks like he did.” Castor pulls his brother in for a kiss. “I did, too.”

“What are we going to do with the body?” I blurt.

Still lost in his embrace with Bran, Castor meets my eyes with a frown. “That depends. What do you want to do with the body?”

I gesture wildly in the air with my hands. Okay, yes, I’m panicking. “No, I mean—we can’t just leave him there, can we? People will miss him, the police will come here, they will find him. They will arrest us, they will?—”

“ Flower .”

I forget the rest of my words.

Castor moves to the kitchen sink to wash the knife. “We’ve got you. Like we’ve got each other’s backs.”

“I’m not reassured.” My voice sounds thin, and my imagination comes up with all kinds of wild ideas.

What if they’ve set me up?

What if that had always been their plan?

I fall back onto the couch. “Are you going to frame me for murder?”

Castor clicks his tongue. “You’re getting in your head. Don’t go where we can’t find you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m tired. I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.”

Bran walks my way and slides onto his knees in front of me, a bottle of oil and a washcloth in his hands. “Sweetheart.” His dark lashes flutter. “Was it that good, hmm?”

“I—no…” He leans in and cleans the ropes of my release off. “You don’t understand…”

“Oh, but we do.” Castor approaches from behind and slides a hoodie over my head. His large hands start massaging my shoulders. “You’re afraid, flower. Because you can’t trust anyone.”

My head lolls to the side, my mouth going slack, and I surrender to them. Between my legs, Bran has dribbled some oil on the insides of my thighs, stirring my cock back to life despite my anxiety and exhaustion.

“Jim will take care of the body.” Bran continues his sweet torture on my sensitive skin, making it warm and flushed.

The room fills with the scent of almonds.

“Jim? The driver?”

“He’s family, flower.” Castor crawls under the fabric of my hoodie and is rubbing my back. “And he knows exactly how to deal with situations like these.”

“Because it’s not the first time this has happened?” My eyes burn from the truth.

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

“I should leave this place,” I sigh. My eyes flutter closed.

“And go where? We’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

I smile at that.

Castor digs his fingers in deep. “You’ll meet the family soon.”

The family.

“Your parents?” I rasp.

“And others.”

They lift me, and I’m too tired to protest. Has anyone ever put me to bed?

I can’t remember.

The smell of lemongrass hits me, and I reach for it, grabbing it tight. Cedarwood envelopes me from behind, floating over until it captures us all and keeps us safe.

Sounds of soft murmurs bring me out of my heavenly void. My eyes flutter, but my warm body doesn’t want to move. I’m lying on my side and completely covered by the twins. Castor is behind me, his thick cock pressing against my crease. Covering my arms with his is Bran. Our foreheads are pressed together, my chin touching my chest.

I zoom in on the sound while my brain is still waking up. I thought it was them talking, but judging from the way Castor’s breathing comes steadily, he’s still asleep.

It’s Bran, murmuring the lyrics to a song. It sounds like some old carol. He has a warm, low voice that makes my stomach flutter. There’s the smell of coffee, and my stomach rumbles. Do I smell pancakes? I hum in anticipation.

“Irving Berlin’s White Christmas. Grandma wrote in her diary that it was her favourite Christmas carol,” Bran murmurs. He uses two fingers to tilt up my chin. His warm lips find mine, coating me with the flavour of coffee.

“She had a diary?” I ask against his mouth.

He nods, then pulls back, grinning when I chase after him, needing more. Bran brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “She had quite a few actually. No one came to visit her. The asylum had a reputation, and so did she. The family wanted her to vanish entirely once she’d given them an heir.”

“Perhaps that’s why she killed herself?” I frown at the words. I’d never considered them before. But with so much mystery around her family, I guess I’d never imagined they wanted to get rid of her. That’s…awful.

Bran smiles at that. “Maybe. Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes,” I reply without a doubt.

“Why does she fascinate you so much?”

Behind me, Castor stirs, rubbing his erection against my ass. I shiver. “Perhaps because she didn’t belong like I never belonged? We have something in common.”

“She was a psychopath, flower. You are not. You are soft and caring. You feel for others.”

“And you?” I ask him.

Bran’s smile turns predatory. “I don’t feel like you, no. But I feel for you, yes. Do we feel the same? No idea. I want you to smile. I want you in beautiful clothes.”

“Want you satisfied,” Castor rumbles. He wraps me and Bran in his arms and squeezes while nuzzling the back of my throat. “All the fucking time.” He rolls his hips against mine. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. My dick lengthens against my hip, and I realize I’m entirely naked, something I most certainly didn’t do myself.

“And protected.” Bran leans in to kiss me. His lips are soft and welcoming, such a strong contrast from his words. “From any type of weed.”

Frowning, I lean back. “So killing David doesn’t make you feel bad?”

“We didn’t kill him,” Bran grins me. “He committed suicide.”

“They will know.” I stammer stubbornly.

Castor chuckles while he lets his hand move from my arms up to my throat. He plays with my earlobe as he slowly rocks into me, and this time, I can’t help the groan from escaping my throat. “The case is closed, the body gone.”

“Gone?” My eyes flick open. “Where?”

“That’s right. Poof.” Bran runs his tongue across my shivering lips. “You slept for nearly twenty-four hours, sweetheart. You were so tired.” He places his cock against mine and rolls his hips. His mouth kisses up my throat until he collides with his brother’s lips. “So we let you sleep.”

They start making out, their mouths wet and eager as they nip at each others’ lips. I lay still while they move back to my throat, grunting as they grind against me.

“Wh-what about the police?”

Castor pulls back and drops a kiss on my temple instead. “What about them?”

“Did they not—I don’t know, need to make a report?”

“They did. They came over and acknowledged that we had been the victim of trespassers. They agreed that it was a student prank gone bad.” Bran finds his brother’s mouth once more. When he uses his fingers to trace the shape of my lips, I suck them inside my mouth on a hum.

“Because this property is ours, flower,” Bran murmurs against Castor’s lips. “They had no right to come here. No right to come after you.”

“You are ours now, and we are yours.” Castor circles my throat before sharply pulling me back, blocking my airways. My eyes burn from the ache. My hips thrash violently at the lack of oxygen.

“I can’t—I can’t—” I choke.

“Sssh.” Bran leans in and sucks at my earlobe. His hand wraps around my cock, which is painfully hard, and he starts stroking me. “Relax into it. It will make you feel good.”

“Do you trust me, flower?”

“I don’t know—” I wheeze, vision becoming blurry.

“That’s not the right answer.” Bran licks his way down my throat and over Castor’s pressed fingers before meeting my lips once more. “Do you trust us?” He moans once more.

“I—I…” I blink, nodding before I can change my mind.

“You know we won’t let you die, right?”

The pressure in my balls increases with every single stroke, and I moan when Bran swipes some of the precome and uses it to slick up his cock.

“We will kill those who hurt our flower.”

I’m about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, yet desire licks inside my body, making me feel like Im fucking flying. I feel free. There’s no more anything.

“Because you were made to bloom inside our garden.”

My orgasm barreling through me, curling my toes. A rough screech leaves my throat, and my eyes roll back as I arch my back.

“That’s it,” Castor growls in my ear.

I explode. The moment I do, he lets go of my throat and I gulp in fresh air. My vision goes from black to white, to vibrant colours.

So many colours.

“That was crazy.” The words leave my throat in a hoarse whisper, heart still beating fast.

“We’re insane, flower, and we’re obsessed. With you.”

The words make me relax into their hold, and when my eyes flutter close I let darkness overtake me one more time.