CHAPTER THIRTY

DANIEL

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Soft, blue eyes dilated with arousal and shiny with need lift and meet mine. Her plump bottom lip puckers. Her chin wobbles.

“Please, Daddy. Please, no more.”

Her little hiccup would have crushed my soul any other time, but it only fills me with pride now.

“You can take it, baby,” I tell her.

She sniffles. “I don’t want to take it.”

I almost feel my lips twitch. “You’re doing so well. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Christian returns with a bottle of water. The cap is already unscrewed, and he tips the edge against Mira’s lip. His free hand lovingly strokes her damp, tangled locks while she opens eagerly and drinks half the bottle. He wipes the trickle that escapes with his finger, brushes the same finger over her cheek, wiping the tears. Brushing back her hair. He gives her a gentle smile.

“Okay?” he asks quietly. “Are the ropes too tight?”

Mira shakes her head.

“Words, baby. Always words.”

“No,” she whispers.

He tilts his head back to study her fingers. “Wiggle.”

She does.

He leans in and kisses her. “He’s right. You’re fucking amazing, sweetheart. I promise you’ll like it.”

My good girl takes in a breath. “It better be really good or I’ll smother you in your sleep.”

Christian bursts out laughing. I grin as he leans in and skims her lips with his again.

“Do you remember your safeword?”

My baby nods. “Red.”

He brushes his lips over her nose. “Does it hurt anywhere?”

She shakes her head and remembers to use her words. “No.”

He kisses her again. Harder. With frantic need. He presses his tongue between her damp lips, and she opens to let him in.

Such a good girl, I think, chest aching with pride.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Hope and relief brightens her beautiful face. “Yes! Please.”

My brother’s grin is tender. Painfully loving. He touches her cheek with the adoration of a man witnessing a miracle. The faintest whisper that speaks volumes of the pure devotion radiating behind his eyes.

I know Christian better than I know anyone. He’s always been an extension of me, in or out of the womb. He is literally my other half. Our bond has never wavered through every shitty thing that’d ever happened to us and maybe it was those shitty things that only brought us closer, but not once in the thirty years have I seen him like this with anyone.

Not even Lucy.

Love was never freely given to either of us and we learned at a young age to never ask for it. But seeing him with Mira made me hurt in a way I haven’t since Mom died. Christian has no idea that Mira’s already in love with him. I’ve known since the morning she cleaned the blood off his face. I saw it every time she looked at him. My baby may try to deny and ignore what she considers a curse, but I know he has as much of her heart as I do even without words.

And I’m fucking thrilled.

It probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone else, but sharing Mira with the only person on earth I trust has lifted something in my chest. A weight. I didn’t even know I wasn’t breathing all the way until I’d seen them together.

For a year, I soothed and calmed her worries. I told her over and over again that the curse wasn’t real. I got her professional help. I took her to a dozen doctors that didn’t do shit. Nothing worked.

Ten minutes of Christian being Christian, fighting with her, giving her no room for argument and he’d won. Okay, maybe not won, exactly. I’m pretty sure she still thinks she’s cursed, but she seems to respond to his heavy hand, his in her face approach. I know I couldn’t. She’s too small, too sweet to be yelled at. At least with me. She’s a little demon with Christian and that seems to balance something between us.

“Don’t take your eyes off your daddy,” he’s telling her when I focus again. “Show him what a good girl you are taking my cock deep in your tight ass.”

My baby nods obediently and stands so perfectly still as Christian moves behind her. Her hungry stare locks with mine, shining with anticipation.

Her eagerness pools in my belly, the sweet rush of whiskey on an empty stomach. It fills my head, makes my heart race. My dick throbs, equally excited to see her take him.

But Christian being the royal pain in the ass that he is, delays. He skims her shoulder with his lips, fingers gliding along the smooth line of her hips on both sides to trace across the trembling plains of her abdomen.

Tiny goosebumps scatter across the delicate flesh of her arms. Tightens her rosy nipples. She bites her lip, agitating a cut. I wonder if she’d been biting the fold to keep quiet or if Christian had bitten it to silence her, but a small droplet of blood bubbles up.

I’m so enthralled by that tiny crimson stain, I almost miss the shudder that passes through her until her lips part in a gasp. Her eyes are slightly unfocused as Christian positions himself. But they stay on me. Stay locked as my brother nudges against her back entrance.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs lovingly when she grunts.

Mira jerks like she’s trying to pull away, but his free hand splays across her pelvis, keeps her restrained while his other hand guides his erection.

I know the second he breaches her. Mira’s face twists with pain and beads of sweat dot her brow. Her arms shake against her binds and she groans his name.

“The hard part is over,” he promises her, lips at her neck. “You’re so tight, brat. Even with the hour we spent stretching you.”

“Hurts,” she croaks.

“You know your safeword if you want me to stop.”

My beautiful baby sucks in a breath wet with the tears I can see shining in her eyes.

“No, I want you in my ass.”

Christian groans and meets my eyes from over her shoulder. Both of us thinking the same thing — she’s ours.

“Deep breath, Mira.”

He doesn’t give her the chance to brace, to tighten. Like ripping off a bandage, he slams inside her.

Her wail ricochets off the walls. It vibrates through my soul. I feel it run through me as my brother impales her fully.

He shushes her quiet sobs. His fingers move between her lips and strums her clit.

“I’m in. Do you feel how deep I am in your hot little ass, brat? You fit so fucking perfectly. Made for this. For me. For us.” He tips her face back to capture her bloody lips. He licks the stains before pressing his tongue into her mouth. “No more just taking turns. We’re going to fuck you at the same time, stretch and fill both holes. Don’t you want that?”

The sounds coming from her are no longer jagged and edged with pain. They’re little mewls of need as she gingerly rubs herself against Christian’s fingers. Even when he starts thrusting, pumping his hips against her back, she returns it with the roll of her hips.

“There’s my good girl,” Christian purrs. “That’s it. Show your daddy what a good girl you are taking his brother’s cock.”

Chris and I are not people who judge others for the things they enjoy in the bedroom. We definitely don’t have any right. Mira’s Daddy kink surprised me, but I was more surprised that I actually liked it too. Or maybe it’s the way she says it, sweet and coy with just enough sass to get me hard.

But the uncle kink is a new one even for me. I’m not sure how Christian feels about it — I’m guessing he’s fine if he hasn’t said anything to dissuade her — but again, it seems to work for Mira. It gets her wet and it’s not hurting anyone as long as both kinks stay in the bedroom or behind closed doors.

“Harder,” Mira breathes.

Christian growls with pleasure. “Fuck!”

His thrusts increase. As does the motion of his fingers on her switch. His free hand moves to her arched throat and it’s my turn to groan.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” Mira pants, widening her legs so I can see her little ass getting railed

“You have no fucking idea, baby,” I murmur, gaze fixed between her legs.

Christian takes it a step further and hooks his hands beneath her thighs like he had earlier and lifts her up so I have a clear view of her unoccupied cunt just waiting for me. It’s pink and tender, and shines under the candlelight, and I want it sheathing me like a glove.

But Christian seems to be playing out some fantasy of his and until he’s done, there’s no changing his plans.

Mira does really good for her first time. There’s still discomfort that has her skin slick with sweat, but she doesn’t ask Christian to stop. I have to wonder if she’s bearing through the pain just to get it over with and get her body used to it for us. Or maybe she’s already come this far. Quitting now doesn’t make sense in her mind.

Whatever the case, I don’t miss her deep exhale when Christian sets her down gingerly and withdraws.

“Okay?” he asks her.

I don’t think she’s lying exactly when she nods, but I know it’s not the full truth.

“Yes,” she adds, using her words.

Christian reaches up and gently releases the ropes around her wrists from the hook. His arms catch her when she staggers with the loss of the restraints. He holds her, gently massaging her wrists until she finds her own footing.

“Get on your daddy’s cock, brat.”

Even I almost think I’ve heard wrong when Mira blinks at him with surprise, but she doesn’t press when she scrambles to my side and drops to her knees.

Not on my cock. Not even close.

I’m as baffled as Christian looks when she bends at the waist and starts licking my abdomen, my pelvis, across my chest with the flat of her tongue like a kitten lapping milk.

“Mi?” I murmur and falter when her delicious lips close over the head of my cock, laps up my shaft and cleans the creamy puddle of my cum off my stomach.

“Can’t let Daddy’s cum go to waste,” she recites once she’s finished, mentioning my comment after I fucked her in the truck.

She has no idea how lucky she is that I’m tied up.

She has no idea the amount of danger she’s put herself in the second I’m released.

When she settles back, pink tongue sweeping over her swollen lips to catch any lingering piece of me, and she smiles with such sweet pride ... I know I’m going to destroy her.

“Get on my cock, Mira,” I threaten, trying and failing to keep my voice even. “Now!”

My baby blinks her pretty eyes but shifts to swing one leg over my hips. Her small hands settle flat on my chest for leverage as she wiggles her hips back and over.

I slide into her warm, velvet heat in a single, downward pump of her thighs. I watch her take me down to the hilt and whimper at the feeling of being filled. Her head falls back with the arching of her spine, and she groans deliciously.

“You feel so good, Daddy,” she pants, rocking with shallow thrusts that grind her plump clit into my pelvis.

But all I feel is the greedy way her walls are pulsing around me. The way I’m being sucked deeper into the cavern of her body.

“Come here, baby,” I murmur when I catch sight of Christian moving up behind her with a bottle of lube in hand. “Kiss me.”

Mira doesn’t hesitate. Her arms slide around my neck, body draped across my chest. She captures my mouth without ever slowing her movements.

But I feel the moment the cold liquid hits her ass and my baby twitches with surprise. Her face comes up and our eyes lock and I wish I could wrap her in my arms.

“We can stop,” I murmur to her.

I can feel the harsh thunder of her heart between us, but Mira doesn’t bat an eye when she shakes her head.

“I want you both inside me.”

That’s enough for Christian as he takes his place. Mira slows her thrusts and waits like such a good girl and I’m so fucking proud of her.

The stretch and pull of Christian’s cock pushing into place alongside mine, separated only by a thin tissue is brutal. Mira is already tight as hell. The two of us in her are fighting for space and Mira is shivering and clammy and cutting strips down my chest with her nails as she bursts into tears.

“Okay, baby, okay,” Christian pants into her heaving shoulder blade. “Deep breath. I’m in. The hard part is over.”

Mira sobs, her tears droplets of fire hitting my skin.

“Untie me, damn it!” I snap at my brother.

Unlike checking on Mira, he hadn’t bothered checking on me and my fingers are purple and definitely numb, but I don’t give a shit about that. I need to hold her. I need to touch her.

Christian makes no protest when reaching over our heads and yanking on the release. The snare unravels and my hands are free to circle Mira. I drag her tiny frame against my chest.

“You did so good,” I whisper into her ear, my fingers stroking the damp strands of hair.

Mira sniffles against the side of my neck. “Why are you both so damn big?”

Christian hides his grin in her shoulder. I press mine into her temple.

“I’m sorry, baby,” is the best I can offer.

Gasping for breath, my baby lifts her head and meets my gaze. “I ... I think I’m okay. Slowly.”

It takes some time to find our rhythm. It takes several tries and a healthy helping of more lube. Gradually, we find one that Mira doesn’t grimace with or tighten around. She resists initially but starts meeting our thrusts when Christian finds her clit and I take possession of her breasts. Together, we work her body, teasing her the way she likes. Christian murmurs quietly into her ear, some dirty fantasy that has Mira groaning and tightening around us both. I don’t hear it, but I make a mental note to ask later.

“No,” Mira cries when Christian flicks her clit faster. “No, don’t make me cum!”

“Oh, you’re cumming, brat,” Christian growls into her jawline. “You’re going to squeeze our dicks until we fill you.”

Mira’s sharp hiss is followed by the wild rocking of her head in protest. “Please, I can’t. I’ll die. It’s too much.”

“Don’t you want to cum for Daddy?” I coax, rolling her nipples under my thumbs.

“There’s no room for me to cum!” she snaps. “I’ll explode.”

Christian’s free hand clamps across the smooth column of her throat and squeezes while he rubs her pussy. “Too fucking bad. You have been such a rabid brat demanding I let you cum. You’re going to cum, Mira.”

He quickens his pace to match his strumming fingers. I take her breast into my mouth and suck while matching my brother’s hand on her mound with the other nipple.

“Fuck!” Mira groans, her body betraying her. “If I die, I’m coming back as a ghost to fuck both of you in the ass with my cold, dead fingers.”

“Talk dirty later, brat. Cum on my dick like uncle’s good little whore.”

Her eyes squeeze shut tight as the first wave hits her. Her pussy and ass seize with possessive relish. A sound escapes that is both pure ecstasy and agony. Her thighs quiver around my ribs as she drives back her hips, impaling herself on us again and again.

“That’s it,” Christian groans. “Come on, baby.”

Mira heaves a guttural wail and tumbles over the edge with an incoherent tirade of, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me!” That Christian and I oblige with eager determination. We pound into her spasming channels and are drenched in a thick, hot explosion of release. Mira’s screams dull with the roar of my own climax peaking.

Her pussy is still gushing and convulsing when I open my eyes. Christian is still pounding her ass and rubbing her clit, dragging out every last violent tremor until she’s shaking so hard my teeth rattle. It’s only when she begs him to stop that he grabs her hips with both hands and seeks his own release deep in her cavity.

No one speaks for a long time.

Mira is a wheezing, sticky mess draped across my chest. I don’t know if she’s awake, but her body hasn’t stopped shuddering. Christian’s sitting next to her, gently stroking her back while I comb my fingers through her damp locks.

“Sweetheart?” he murmurs quietly.

“Hm?” Mira grunts against my chest.

“You were right,” he says with a deep exhale. “You did explode.”

Mira burst out laughing the same time I do. None of us can stop for several minutes.

“Asshole,” she says, still chuckling, but with the heavy weight of approaching sleep hanging off the edges.

Christian leans in and kisses her temple. “Don’t fall asleep.”

“Not doing anymore,” she grumbles. “Put your dick away.”

I don’t think either of us are ready to go again, but the drowsy slur of Mira’s warning has me chuckling.

Christian tries to tell her we need to look her over, but she’s already half gone. He hooks his arms under her and I help him hoist her up into a limp sitting position that earns us both death glares. But between the two of us, we haul her into the shower. Christian holds her against his chest while I shampoo her hair and rinse her body of sweat, cum, and lube. I take her from him once we’re done and he towels her off. She’s fast asleep against my chest while Christian strips the ruined sheets off the bed, cleans up what looks like a wild party off the nightstand and forces a fresh bottle of water down Mira’s throat.

The sun is coming up by the time I get Mira under the covers and Christian check’s the rope marks on her wrists.

“Don’t leave me,” she slurs into the pillow when we both pull back to let her rest.

Christian and I don’t say a word. We get in on either side of her and cage her in our arms.