Chapter 46

FORTY-SIX

AELLA

W eeks have passed since the fateful day we confronted our parents. Two more meetings took place afterward, ones where I begged my father to stop smuggling drugs for the Jackals. He vehemently denied that he was involved, but it was evident in his eyes that my requests swayed him.

The Cobras struck a deal with the Jackals to stay out of one another's way as long as neither stepped foot in the other's territory, and things between the three of us settled into something normal for us as a group.

I sent Miles after Braxton after he went missing the day he saw his mother, and they'd come back with red cheeks and looks in both their eyes that told me life would be different from now on.

Miles and Braxton told the Cobras about their feelings for one another, and not one man bristled, which had me releasing the breath I held during the entire meeting.

Never in a million years did I think I would be at this point—living with two men, both of whom I love fiercely, starting fresh in my life again.

Though my father and I still disagree, I'm trying to develop a relationship with him. Neither of the guys has contacted their mother yet because Braxton needs time to untangle his feelings on the matter, and Miles is willing to wait for him.

I'm still moving between two bedrooms, and both men have been sharing me equally until now.

Miles stands at the end of the steps, his pillow and blanket in hand, and looks between us.

Braxton had been updating the security system that runs the length of the property, and I was reading before we heard him rushing down the stairs from the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Brax asks, and I fight a smirk.

"Well, I know this is your space or whatever, but I thought…" Miles starts.

Brax has a rueful glint in his eye, and I know he's about to give Miles a heap of shit for being down here. All in good fun, though.

"You thought since Aella is allowed down here that you'd just take it upon yourself to move in?" Brax finishes for him when he trails off.

"No, that's not what I was going to say before you so rudely cut me off," Miles retorts, throwing his blanket and pillow at the end of the bed.

Brax stands, stepping into Miles's space.

Miles's lip pulls up a bit, a snarl brewing.

I close my book and lay it on the nightstand. This is far more entertaining than anything written on its pages. I sit up.

"What are you doing down here, Miles?"

The way Braxton says his name makes heat skitter through my veins, and I bite my bottom lip.

"I'm sick of sleeping alone on your nights with her," Miles spews.

The possessiveness of his words has me in a chokehold, and I try to swallow past it.

"So, take her," Braxton replies, waving his hand in my direction.

"Hey!" I interject, standing off the bed in a fury.

"No. I—" Miles swallows, looking to me for support.

I grin, waving him on.

"Tell me the truth," Braxton says in his deep, commanding voice. "Don't pussyfoot, Brother."

A tremor wobbles inside my stomach at the term. One that has my pussy clenching. I love it when they call one another brother, and I don't know if that's some sick, twisted part of my brain that's taboo at its center, but I don't care to examine it, either.

I lick my lips, watching the exchange with my arms over my chest in defense.

"I don't want to be up there alone. I want to be down here with the both of you," Miles says softly, and it stabs through the room as if he shouted his admission.

"Do you, now?" Brax prods, turning and looking at me. He winks, and I giggle.

"Hear that, Bambi. The president wants to sleep with us."

I drop my arms, stepping toward them both. "Do you think he wants to sleep with us? I get the distinct vibe he wants to do more than that."

Brax narrows his eyes at Miles. "Bambi's vibe meter is rarely ever wrong. So, which is it: do you want to sleep with us? Or do you have darker intentions?"

Miles pins me with a glare. "What is it you think I want, princess?"

I come up beside them both, and two arms come around my body, tugging me closer between them.

"I think you want me to ride your dick while your brother fucks us both."

The image plays in my mind, possibilities endless as I fantasize silently.

Miles scoffs. "Do I now?"

I chuckle, nodding at him. "You do. But you want to kiss me first."

Miles leans closer, searching my face for something. Braxton pushes the back of his head and closes the distance between us for him.

Miles's kiss isn't as commanding as Braxton's. It's soft and penetrating in how it feels to get stripped bare before someone for the first time. Every time he kisses me, I think that way.

"See. He didn't come here to sleep, Bambi," Braxton grumbles and his hand slips down the front of my sleep shorts, slipping between my folds and through the wet chaos of my bodily response to them.

He leans down to whisper in my ear. "It seems you're excited by the idea, my shy little doe."

I whimper, breaking away from Miles's lips. "Brax, please. "

Miles chuckles and slides his hand under my shirt, tweaking my nipples between his fingers as they both walk me back toward the bed.

"What do you say, Brother," Brax growls, "want to make her fantasy come true?"

"Fuck, why not? She's been perfect these last few weeks."

Part of me wants to beat them both, tell them to fuck off at their praise. But the other part of me purrs as they remove my clothes and lay me back on the bed.

Miles takes up beside me, slipping a hand down and spreading my pussy lips apart. "Tell me what her cunt tastes like tonight, Brother," he tells Braxton.

The cold air of the basement scrapes over my exposed clit, and I wiggle on the bed.

"Hold still, princess. Let my brother have a taste. Then I'll fill that pretty little cunt of yours with my cock until you come repeatedly."

"Miles," I whine, turning my face toward him.

He gives me what I want, his tongue colliding with mine, and I grind my hips as I feel Braxton drop his face over my pussy.

The first brush of his tongue warms through me, making me arch off the bed. Miles presses down on my stomach, flattening me back out for his brother to devour.

Miles keeps my lips spread as Braxton feasts, but when he shoves his tongue past my entrance, fucking me with it, I break my lips away from Miles and scream.

Miles chuckles. "Good girl, princess. We want you nice and slippery when we fuck you. "

I might die.

I might combust into nothing but dust.

Miles removes his clothes, tossing them to the end of the bed, and I notice Braxton is already nude. As he laps at my orgasm, he grinds his cock over the flush comforter covering the bed.

It's so fucking hot.

Miles lays back. "Come on, princess, let me sink inside you."

Brax backs off my center, licking his lips as he inclines his head. "Best listen to him, princess."

I try to catch my breath and gain some semblance of wit.

But I can't.

I crawl over Miles's lap, straddling him as instructed, and they groan at my obedience.

"There's a good doe," Brax teases.

Brax comes between Miles's thighs, putting him in the perfect position to fuck as I grip his cock in my hand and line him up with my greedy entrance.

I'm not thinking about the gravity of this moment or the veiled meaning of us three being together.

I need them. I want them.

I'll have them.

I glide myself down his shaft, my body making way for him inch by inch, and he and I both groan.

Brax takes the distraction to slide inside Miles's ass, and Miles's eyes go wide, his pupils blown.

"How does it feel when he fucks you?" I ask Miles, gripping his shoulders as I ride him back and forth, building a new inferno in my belly .

"Feels right. Feels like I'm whole," he moans, gripping my hips on either side.

"Fucking shit, you feel good," Braxton groans, and it makes my pussy clench around Miles, and he hisses at the feel. "Aella, god, look how well you take my brother," Brax adds, and I blossom under his praise.

"Oh, she likes that, Brother. She loves to be praised," Miles tells Brax, and I drop my mouth open, letting a heady moan slip free as Brax inserts a finger into my ass.

It adds to the culminating pressure that's about to blow inside me, and I let my head fall back.

Miles rubs over my clit. "Harder, fuck her harder," Miles says, and they take me to another existence as Brax does just that.

"I'll fuck you both harder," Brax growls, thrusting into Miles and pumping into me.

I break first, shouting to the ceiling with each pulse of release.

Before I know it, Braxton pulls out of Miles and paints my back with his cum right as Miles lets go of his orgasm and fills my pussy with hot cum.

"Goddamnit, Aella, fuck!" Miles says, lifting off the bed and fucking me from below harder.

As soon as Brax moves back, Miles grips my hips harder, flipping me and fucking into me harder than he ever has. His lips crash to mine, our tongues fighting for primal dominance.

I know when Brax slides back into Miles because he breaks our kiss and growls.

This is how it will always be with the three of us. We'll come together like a fucking tornado, hitting land before we simmer and exist peacefully. Only to do it repeatedly. Such is our bond.

As the moon rises higher in the sky and the symphony of our passionate cries fills the air, I am enveloped in a sense of certainty. The dimly lit room casts a seductive glow, highlighting the curves of our bodies as we move together in perfect harmony. The scent of desire lingers in the air, mingling with the warmth of our entangled limbs. At this moment, amidst the crescendo of our shared pleasure, I know that I am exactly where I am meant to be, surrounded by the ones I am destined to be with.

As Braxton snores behind me, I lay on Miles's chest as he rubs my back.

"How do you feel?" I ask.

His fingers pause momentarily before resuming their circles. "What do you mean, princess?"

I swallow. "Now that you're out and you two are more open with your feelings, how do you feel?"

"Thankful," he answers without thinking.

I narrow a brow as I take him in.

"Thankful to you. I don't think, had we not met you, this never would've happened. You are the factor that binds us, that brings us together. Though we love one another outside of you, you are needed for this to work."

It warms my soul .

"You mean, had he not stolen me? It never would've happened?" I joke, trying to make the moment lighten some.

"Mhm." He squeezes my hip, and an itch starts between my thighs. Even though it has no right to after hours of fucking and four orgasms. "How do you feel, princess? You were stolen, and we never took you back. Do you feel you only love us because you're our hostage?"

I roll my eyes, wrapping a leg over his body, seeking warmth and comfort. "Fuck no. I think my life has lacked something all along. You two fill that void."

Brax shifts behind us. "We fill your voids, alright."

I laugh despite myself. "Not what I meant, and you know it."

He throws an arm over me, cupping my pussy and causing me to go breathless. "We love you, too, Bambi. We'll never give you up. But for fuck's sake, go to bed. A man needs his sleep to regulate."

Miles and I giggle, but both grow silent afterward.

As Brax snores again, we hold one another's eyes for the longest time. He leans in, promising a kiss in his aura.

My breathing grows heavy at the threat of caress.

Our lips come together, and the world disintegrates around us. He kisses me as if to convey every word his heart and soul can't muster.

I cup his face, deepening the connection as his tongue finds mine.

Braxton's hand over my core tightens, and I open my thighs and moan into Miles's mouth .

"Fine," Brax says, his fingers finding me wet and ready, needy, "one more, but that's it. I swear if you two do not behave, you'll have to sleep elsewhere tonight."

I open my mouth to tell him we will go to sleep, that he doesn't have to do anything more, but Miles shakes his head, leaning in and whispering in my ear, "Let my brother make you come, Princess. Let me watch."