10

Briar

I watched Sal sitting on the table in the room that Cozen changed into a work area for now. We gave them space as he sized her arm for fitting.

"Where were you guys?" Osiris asked, arms crossed.

I shrugged. "Drove around because Kier wanted to make her leave."

Kier rolled his eyes at me. "I was right though. Her arm was dead weight."

"Of course it was," I snapped. "It doesn't work but hurts. You had no right to do what you did. You took it too far."

He scoffed. "She's fine."

"Now she is. If you are going to do reckless shit, at least tell us beforehand."

"As much as I'm confused that Briar is on her side," my twin started. "He's right."

"He fucked her, that's why," Kier muttered.

Osiris glared, obviously jealous even though it wasn't true.

"In the car? Same," Beck smirked, earning my glare. He did it in my car… without me? He held up his hand for a high five, but I slapped his forehead, pretending to just miss his palm.

"I didn't fuck her. We talked, and that was it." I stated.

"And you're hung up on her?" Kier scoffed.

"So are you," Abel snapped. "We can see the cameras too and how you basically made out with her before fucking up her arm."

Kier waved him away.

"So, you're back to the fuck-boy ways?" I asked.

Kier glared. "I didn't want to fall for Emma, and the moment I did, she didn't even like me."

"Perfect. Sal doesn't like you either."

His jaw tightened.

Sal finally stood, drawing my attention. Her body beside her right black mechanical arm was tattooed. She stretched, arm moving with her.

Cozen smiled, speaking. The way he looked at her was the same way we do. But the difference was that he always loved her. We just started to, yet we weren't keen on sharing her with anyone.

Not him.

Sal's head turned slightly as she looked over at us. Then she moved from the room, silence in the air. Her eyes were locked onto Kier, rage within them.

"Say thank you, Father Kier," Kier mocked. "Or daddy. That's an option too."

Magic spiked in the air, and I grabbed Abel's and Beck's shoulders, pulling them a step backward as Psalm flew through the air, hands reaching for her magical weapon.

Two poles appeared in her hand, taller than her. Her hand threw one in the air, and Kier reached for it, hesitating. In a flash, Psalm was in front of him, flipping the weapon faster than I'd ever seen someone do it.

Kier tried to keep up, taking steps back with her.

Her face was blank, focused on the fight. She barely strained.

Kier kicked her weapon away, and in a flash of magic, her arm sculpted into a knife from alchemy. She sliced for him, and he yelped as she scratched his face.

Her arm went back to normal as she stepped backward, kicking her pole in the air. Her left arm caught it, flipping it through the air.

"You ever do something that fucked up again, I won't hold back, Kier," she deadpanned.

"You were weak with that arm."

She nodded as he wiped away the blood from his cheek. "I know… We both know I can fuck someone up without the arm. You just caught me in a bad position."

He swung the pole at her, and she dropped, leg swinging over her body and hitting his thighs. He stumbled back to his knees. Reaching up, she fisted his hair, pulling him hard on the mat. Her left hand swung the pole down but stopped inches before his face.

"Fuck you, Kier."

"Would you like to?" he asked with a smirk as she let him go and stood up straight.

Turning, her eyes were set on Osiris.

"Thank God, I am not getting her wrath," Abel said, earning a hummed "yes" from Cozen and Beck.

Her wrath enticed me. I loved how powerful she felt right now, but I wanted her to feel this powerful when she didn't have this arm.

"I did nothing wrong to you!" Osiris defended, stepping back as she got close.

Kier got up, about to throw the pole back at her.

She twisted, launching her pole straight into his chest. He hit the ground with a thud as she turned back to Osiris.

"I'm not getting my ass whooped for training you," Osiris stated.

"Fine, we will train again… soon…" she said, dark eyes running up and down him.

"How does it feel?" I blurted out, eyes running over her sweaty body. She was good at fighting, and that showed. Kier couldn't even keep up.

She flexed her fingers on the right side of her body. "Amazing. No pain." The metal was completely midnight black and beautiful, matching her other hand perfectly in size.

"I'm going to pass out now," Cozen muttered, moving out of the room.

She didn't pay him any mind, moving her arm around. Her elbow and fingers moved so perfectly. It was the best mechanical work that had been done.

"Just couldn't wait to kick some ass, huh?" Abel beamed.

She nodded, smirking. Her left hand reached and with a few buttons on the shoulder, it changed to her skin color, tattoos covering it to her knuckles.

"I kind of liked how it was," I mentioned, walking past her. I wanted to shower and get the smell of the creak and sweat off of me.

Her head turned, eyes following me. "Yeah?"

"Mhm," I said, moving out of the gym. I moved up the stairs to my room. I still hadn't even finished drinking my coffee, leaving me a bit cranky.

Kier just pissed everyone, including me, off. Of course, I didn't want Psalm to be alone or get hurt; that's why I went after her.

But she didn't need me. I wasn't going to give her protection. Kier was right; the arm was dead weight, but it was the only thing making her feel human enough for love. She deserved it anyways.

I stripped my clothes in the bathroom, threw them into the hamper, and stepped into the shower. The water ran cold until it finally warmed up. I was used to cold water, per my father. So, it never bothered me.

My hand rubbed the dirt and grime from my body with soap. After a few minutes, I heard the door open and close.

Psalm…

I just knew it.

My finger brushed over the scars, waiting for her to come in and touch me, but she never did. Maybe it wasn't her.

After, I stepped out of the shower, racking my fingers through my hair and wrapping a towel around me. I expected to see one of the guys waiting for me, but it was Psalm on the bed, waiting for me.

I lifted my chin. "Wrong room again?"

"Definitely not." Smirking, she stood, moving to me. I looked down at her as her hands ran up my chest, right against the scars. Her right hand was back to the original design's black titanium.

My cock stirred to life under her touch, and the need to touch her rushed through me. I reached around her waist, pulling her against me and bending to press my lips into hers.

Slowly, our mouths moved with each other.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and I swallowed it. Her right hand touched my waist, but she hesitated to touch me.

Dropping a hold of my towel, I grabbed her mechanical fingers and pulled them against my skin. They were warm, like her body temperature. This one would have passed as her real arm.

My towel fell from my waist, and she pressed herself into me further. Need made my abs flex and cock jump. I reached down, grabbed hold of her thighs, and lifted her. Her arms and legs wrapped around me as I walked her to the bed. I sat on it, using my thighs to spread her legs so she was straddling me.

"I don't like to dominate like my brother," I whispered.

She pulled back, looking at me.

"I want you to have all the control and do whatever you want with me."

Her brow cocked as she closed her mouth. That was a first for her. Hard, cold Briar wanted to be dominated. Mommy issues or whatever, I guess. Goofy and unserious Beckett loved to dominate. We were different about that.

"So… I'm in control?"

I nodded, swallowing. Don't make me regret this, Psalm.

"Move up more," she ordered, standing.

I listened, resting my head on the pillow, hands behind my head. My pale ivory cock stood tall, twitching with need.

"Fuck…" Her eyes are glued to my dick. "I can do whatever I want with you?"

I nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Psalm. Keep asking, and I'll get soft."

She smirked, hands moving to strip her clothes off right before me. There was no way I was going to go soft.

She was gorgeous, naked before me. Her heavy breasts were tattooed with a ram across her chest, and her nipples had bars through them. My finger wanted to touch them, but I stayed still. Not many girls liked control, but she seemed like the perfect girl for this job.

My eyes ran over her wide hips as she moved around my bed. Then she climbed on the bed by my head, thighs straddling my head.

"Fuck," I muttered at the sight of her pretty pussy in my face.

"Eat." That was all she said.

Gladly. My mouth was on her, tasting all of her juices. She was soaking, dripping right into my mouth.

She sighed, hands on my hips as she lowered her head.

But as my tongue swirled around her clit, so was her tongue on my tip.

I shuddered at her wet warm mouth on my dick. My eyes closed, hands moving up to grab at her hips. Slowly her hips moved against my face, clit rubbing against my tongue.

My hips pushed up a bit, trying to push myself into her mouth.

She pulled back. "Don't do that. Be a good boy. If you do that again, I will be the only one coming tonight."

I moaned into her pussy, even though she wasn't touching my dick.

"You want me to torture you like that, Briar?"

I shook my head, but she knew I did. It was bittersweet. I loved being denied an orgasm, but I didn't want to be.

Her mouth was on me, taking me deep into her throat. My hand ran down her spine, hips moving to her mouth. I dreamt about her mouth. I didn't think I would be able to experience her beautiful cunt with it too. My other fingers reached around, spreading her pussy lips as my tongue pushed in and out of her.

"Fuck, Briar," she moaned, muffled by my cock.

My eyes closed as her hips rolled faster. My hips followed as I used her mouth. Yet she was in control; she could pull back right now and leave without. Whimpers escaped my mouth, my thigh shaking at the pressure. I was close.

She was sobbing into my cock, pussy tightening around my tongue. I couldn't hold it anymore, hips thrusting into her.

I hit my peak, moaning and breathing heavily. My balls tightened, but then she pulled back.

My eyes went wide as I whimpered. The cum was about to leak from my fucking cock. I gripped her hips, but that pushed her over the edge.

She used my face, grinding and crying out. The need to please her filled me. I moved her hips with my hands, moaning at the taste.

"Fuck, please, Briar. Please!" She stiffened, gripping my thigh. The moment she exhaled, cum rushed against my mouth.

I drank each drop from her cunt and then some. She twitched and gasped against my mouth, pulling away.

"Good boy… Do you want to come for me now?"

I licked my lips, moaning at her taste. She tasted like heaven, and it was getting me closer to God. Though I had never been religious even as a Priest, she was a sin, and I would gladly meet Satan just to come in that sweet pussy.

Her legs quaked as she moved to get on top of my dick, facing me. It took everything in me not to push my cock all the way into her.

I watched as her face twisted in pleasure as she slid downwards onto me. Heat rushed to my stomach as she let me fill her, moans escaping.

"Bigger than what you're used to?" I teased, though I knew Beckett and I were identical twins in a lot of ways.

"Shut up," she said, looking down at me. She was beautiful, even as she was taking control of me. Her curls were wild, hanging over her beautifully large breasts. My hand traveled up her thick thighs, taking in her toned stomach. Her body was covered with piercings and tattoos, though all of them weren't done the best, it suited her. "Be a good boy for me?"

My tongue wet my lips as I thought about all the things, I could do to her right now or what she would do to me. I tasted her on my lips, making me moan a bit.

She took control of me, sliding me in and out of her. My cock twitched, and I gripped her waist. I was dangerously close, wanting to fill her with my cum. My eyes closed and my head rocked back.

"Good boy. Hold that cum for me," she said, reaching up and gripping my throat.

Dear God.

She began bouncing faster, moaning and drawing my attention. I watched her, eyes glued to her swaying breasts. My balls tightened, and whimpers left my throat.

She choked me tightly, warning me. I kept quiet, letting her take me. I loved seeing her in control, though outside of bed, she would never be in control. Her cries heightened, and I smirked. I'd been hearing her fuck the others; now it was my turn.

I sat up, pushing my hips out. Lust clouded my brain as I felt my peak getting closer. She wrapped herself around me, pussy tightening around my cock. Whimpers escaped as I dug my fingers into her skin.

"Right there," I begged, feeling my cock swell and balls tighten.

"Beg for me not to stop, Briar."

I cursed, bucking my hips. "God. Fuck, please don't stop. Please don't stop." I moaned pathetically, allowing her all the control and to claim me. She didn't stop, but I wouldn't shut up.

My cum exploded into her, cock twitched with each rope of cum. I held her close to me as she used me to seek her high and hit it.

She cried into my neck, nails digging into my back. Her pussy tightened around me, milking me for all I was worth.