Chapter 10

TEN

AELLA

I t feels like I took the book off Braxton's shelf a while ago, but as I flip the page, I'm ingrained in it. I can't put it down, even when I know I should get up and get something to eat because my stomach keeps grumbling.

Outlander isn't something I expect to see on a man's bookshelf, but that's my idealism judging him prematurely, and I don't want to do that. Reading isn't something I usually have time for. I work for charities for the Montague Foundations, and they take up so much space in my life that sometimes I need to remind myself to do things for myself.

Being here has me feeling free. Even though I know I'm a captive.

I registered something weird between Miles and Braxton this morning. I don't know what's going on there, but I assume it concerns the minor quirks I've noticed about Brax.

He's clicking away on the keyboard, wholly engrossed in the work before him, and even though neither of us has spoken in hours, I'm so comfortable I could fall asleep again. I never had this type of comfort with Carter. Or anyone, if I think about it.

I return to Claire and Jamie's story, which has an air of whimsy—enough to transport me to another world.

Before I know it, Brax is standing beside the bed, looking down at me with his dark eyes. A blooming heat rushes through my body. Open-faced, I set the book on the bed so I don't lose my spot.

"I think we should get something to eat, don't you?" he asks.

The innuendo in the statement isn't lost on me, and I smirk.

He grins and drops to his knees beside the bed. "Not that kind of eat, Bambi. Don't be a dirty little girl when I'm trying to care for you."

I laugh and turn on my side.

He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear.

I close my eyes as I let the fizzle of his touch saunter through my veins.

"How many people have been down here?" I ask, feeling he rarely lets people see this side of him. I don't know why, because it's a beautiful side. I guess people need to guard themselves from the world. Protecting your peace is a real fucking thing, and more people should do it.

I only started protecting myself a year ago and know myself better now.

"A handful," he admits.

I smile warmly. "It makes me feel special. "

"You are special, Aella."

Most men would realize what they'd said and get weird, but not Braxton. No. He tips my chin and looks deeper into my eyes as if trying to riddle me out.

He says what he means and knows to be accurate, and I love it.

Truth is something we hide from. Sure, you think you want it. You tell people you respect it, but when it's freely given, with no regard for your feelings, when it's just bare, raw truth slapped across your face, it's hard to handle—a hard pill to swallow.

I've been dealing with tabloids that exploit every aspect of truth since I was born, though. I'm hardened by it and used to peering into my depths and seeing the parts that aren't perfect. Our imperfections make us who we are, not our similarities. Once I realized that I was much happier in my skin. His differences are what draws me to him.

"You're special too," I finally say back, a pang of guilt eating at me when I admit it to him. He registers the minute change on my face, the shift in my mood. It's like he's zoned in on every intricacy of my expressions. My frequency.

"What is it?" he asks, dropping his hand from my chin.

"I have to admit something to you. I know you can handle the truth, so I won't sugar-coat it."

He nods, waiting for me to go on as I sit up and move to the edge of the bed. My feet dangle and rest on his thighs. He places his hands on either side of me like a protective bubble around me .

"I kissed Miles," I say, watching his face for any change.

He narrows his eyes; his brain cogs turning as he takes in what I said. Then he laughs.

Confusion fills me. I haven't said funny things, so I don't understand the reaction.

"No, you didn't. He doesn't kiss anyone," he finally says, coughing as he shakes his head and cuts the laugh off.

"No, I did. I didn't know that he doesn't kiss, though. It was so dark in his room last night, and I leaned in to kiss him after we talked about something, and I could tell he was uncomfortable... That's not the point," I shake my head, "the point is that it happened. I don't know what you and I are... I know what we did was intimate, and I know he's your brother, and I wanted you to know."

He clears his throat of lingering amusement, nodding as I unravel why I needed to tell him. "Alright, well, how you feel about the matter also matters. How does it make you feel you kissed him and I licked your pussy?"

His blunt words make me cough, and he smirks again.

"No other way to say it, is there?" he asks.

I smirk. "No, that's the gist of it. Sorry, I just..." I clear my throat again, shifting on the bed. "I feel like I've wasted my life if I'm honest with you. I feel as though I spent twenty-five years saving myself for a man who would never touch or appreciate me the way I should be. So, I've done what I want when I want. If that's irresponsible, I don't give a shit."

"Mmm, but that's your reasoning. You've justified it. I won't diminish that fact, but how do you feel about what's happened between us?"

I lick my lips. He's making me face more truth in a few moments than I think I have the entire last year. I have to admit I'm uncomfortable.

"I feel... It makes me feel..."

He nods, his hands softly touching my sides in silent comfort. It gives me the strength I need. "I feel hot. It feels exciting and new. I want both of you. That's just me being honest. There are facets of each of you I want to explore, and I want to feel everything with both of you. I feel beautiful and seen. And wanted."

He nods as if he got what he was after and then stands. His cock is hard as steel behind his sweatpants, and my mouth waters.

"You're wanted," he says, looking down at me with more amusement dancing in his eyes.

I snicker, reaching out, but then I stop.

He removes his sweatpants and stands before me, utterly nude, and I take a problematic breath as I take him in.

His abs are tight and thick. The V surrounding his hips that leads to his bobbing cock is deep, and my tongue wants to lick it.

"Can I?" I ask, dropping to my knees and hovering my hand over his length.

"Fuck, please do," he answers as I look up at him.

My hands skate over his abs, letting the rigid feel of him tickle my senses. I lean forward and let my tongue do just what it wants, skimming it down the V that cuts him beautifully.

He hisses, and I look up at him. His eyes are fevered as he lets his hands sink into my hair.

"You look so pretty on your knees, Bambi."

Something about his words heats me to a near inferno.

My hands slide over the soft skin of his penis, just touching and taking in the sight. He lets me. His hands in my hair never force me forward, never grip me too firmly. He's simply grounding himself in the idea of control, I think.

I don't mind it.

I don't ask for permission when my tongue twirls over the head of him, but his answering moan gives me what I hadn't asked for.

It pushes me to do even more. I slip his dick into my mouth, hungrily bobbing on him. The more he moans, the more I suck. I try to keep my teeth from it, as I've heard you're supposed to.

I wonder if I'm doing it right and if it's enough. If he likes it. But with each noise he makes, I'm given the reassurance I need to continue.

"Hey, did you get the information or not? I've been texti..." Miles's words die as he takes us in. I try to pull back, but Braxton shoves the back of my head.

"It's on the desk," Braxton says, and I close my eyes again as he thrusts into my mouth. The idea he's so greedy for me to make him come, to make him feel good, makes tingles dig into my pussy and spur me on .

"Fuck the paperwork. I'm more interested in what's going on over here," Miles says, coming to Braxton's side.

For a moment, I wonder if Miles will rush out of here. While I admitted to Braxton, I kissed Miles. I hadn't admitted to Miles what I did in the woods with Braxton. It could go badly.

These men are dangerous, and I know that. Toying with them like this could be the very end of me.

Then, I'd die a virgin who only sucked one cock.

But what a beautiful cock it was that I had.

Braxton only groans and works himself faster in my mouth.

Miles rests a hand on his arm. "Easy, Brother. She needs easy."

I'm fighting to breathe as my eyes water down my cheeks. My gag reflex is in overdrive as his massive dick pounds the back of my throat.

"Bambi needs easy," Brax says, slowing his movements and letting me take over.

"There you go. She can handle that pace, can't you, princess?" Miles asks, and I nod, moaning at the way my body is coming alive.

This situation is one I never thought I'd be in. Ever. But I've never been so happy for a surprise in my life.

Braxton pulls out of my mouth. "Get on the bed, Bambi," he manages through ragged breaths.

Part of me wonders what they're going to do to me or if now is the time I finally get to feel what sex feels like.

But once I'm laid back, the book is given to Miles. He lays it on the nightstand. Braxton comes beside me on his knees and presses his cock back into my mouth. I use a hand with it as he slowly fucks my face, me unable to move with how I'm lying.

"Bathe her in red," Brax groans, and his tone boils my blood. I moan around him, and he reaches down, pulls the shirt I'm wearing—Miles's shirt—up, and finds my nipples, tweaking them and making me moan again.

Miles shuts off the reading light, bathing us in the red glow of Braxton's favorite bulbs.

"Mmm, I like how your throat vibrates when you cry out for me, Bambi!" he breathes, continuing his movements as I feel my shorts get tugged down.

I pop off Braxton's length as I look down. Brax comes around to where my head is lifting off the bed, holding it on either side as he bends down to say, "We don't mind sharing you, Aella. Not if you don't."

Miles nods in agreement as he looks over my pussy appreciatively. His green eyes look eerie in the red light of the room as if he's the Devil coming to life. He licks his lips. "Can I kiss you, princess?"

It's only a moment that my brain fights with confusion before I realize what he's asking, and I nod.

"No penetration," Braxton commands, and Miles nods. When he bends over my pussy, I move to lay my head back down. Brax holds me in place.

"No. Watch my brother lick your pussy, Bambi. It's so much better when you watch. Trust me."

I nod in his hands, fighting the urge to look up at him and beg him to kiss me. I don't know if he has the same rules as Miles or if it's something they don't like to do with women just to keep them at a distance. Or maybe there's some trauma associated with the act that turns them both against it.

Miles spreads my lips and blows on my clit. My soul almost leaves my body.

"Miles!" I moan, and his eyes flick up to me in wonder.

"Mmm, she has that effect," Brax says, chuckling darkly.

"Please," I beg when he leans down to blow again. He smirks, sticking the tip of his tongue out and rubbing it against my swollen clit a few times.

He's toying with me, I realize. I don't know if I can stand it.

"Fuck, please!" I roar, and Braxton laughs.

"Feisty little deer, isn't she?" Brax says, but Miles doesn't reply.

He lowers his face, tongue savagely licking me as I cry out. It's loud, and I hope no one in the house hears and tries to join.

While I'm good at being theirs, I'm not okay with anyone else seeing me this way.

I'll unpack the reasoning later when I'm alone.

Miles moans, and it vibrates through my sensitive center, and then he sucks on me before pressing his tongue further. The added pressures are making me ravenous.

"Look how hungry he was, Bambi. He's not even toying with his meal, only devouring," Brax says, still making me watch what Miles is doing below .

"Fuck!" I groan through gritted teeth when I feel the first gathering of orgasms tingling through me.

"How does it feel? Do you like when my brother licks your pussy?" Braxton asks, and I nod. He laughs. "Well, tell him. How does he know if you don't tell him?"

It's as if they're letting me feel what I haven't before, all the while helping me learn what I like and how I like it at the same time.

"It feels so good, Miles. Your tongue feels so good," I rasp.

"Good girl," Braxton says, and my pussy clenches under his words. "Now, tell him something you want him to do. Command the man between your thighs. Own your fucking power."

Miles looks up, tongue swirling around my clit and making it hard for me to think.

"Fuck me with your tongue. Please, put it inside me," I beg, and Miles looks to Braxton.

Even if we share, Miles knows boundaries are already forming between us.

"Do as you're told, Brother. Don't want to bite the hand that feeds you, after all," Brax says, and I grip the sheets to prepare for whatever onslaught is to come.

"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.