“Fuck. You’re not wearing a bra.”
She chuckles. “Well, aren’t you observant?”
“You’re such a brat.”
“And you love me for it.”
The second the word leaves her mouth, her eyes go wide as they meet mine.
“You’re right. I do.” The declaration leaves my lips, and I find I’m not embarrassed or even anxious about her response. It’s a simple fact, and it’s time that she knows exactly how I feel about her. What if I don’t get another opportunity to tell her everything she is to me? “I love you. Everything you do and everything you are. Everything from the way you bite your bottom lip when you’re nervous to the way you bust our balls at every opportunity. I love every single fucking thing about you, and I wasn’t complete until I found you again.”
“I second everything the wankstain just said.”
My twin’s voice has my head popping up in surprise as I spy him in the doorway. I had completely forgotten we were in Mack’s room and that we weren’t alone. Apparently, the dipshit found us too.
“Don’t look at me like that. You were damn near broadcasting your thoughts so loudly that I’d be surprised if they couldn't hear them on the moon.”
Imagine our shock when we realized the amulets hadn’t blocked our ability to twin speak. Even though we may not remember how it came about, there’s always been something about this connection with my twin that felt wholly us. Like maybe the original bond took some kind of twin intuition we had as humans and bumped it up a notch, giving us the twin speak we’ve grown so accustomed to. With our marks back, there’s this new undercurrent to our connection, one that now includes Fate. If I’m being honest, I would miss having the dipshit randomly popping ridiculous observations into my brain. It would probably feel like cutting off a limb or something.
The asshat in question saunters up to the side of the bed, his big body making the mattress dip as he climbs up and over to where Fate and I are. Dropping to his elbows, he pushes a piece of hair off her cheek before placing a soft kiss on her lips.
“I love you too, woman. More than life. I need you to know that.”
“I love you both, so much. Thanks for always having my back.”
“Always,” we say in unison.
Her head tilts to the left, looking toward where Mack is sitting. He’s leaned back in his chair, nonchalantly pushing his glasses up when all of our eyes land on him.
“Don’t mind me,” he says, his voice deeper than usual and a little uneven.
“You gonna watch, Mack?” Thad asks, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Or do you want to participate?”
There’s no shock or outrage or jealousy at that question, which is a surprise. Instead, it feels familiar, thrilling even, as I let my eyes trail over Fate laid out like a buffet for the three of us to feast on.
A simple smile graces her face when Macklin glances at Fate. “I’m not sure I’d be able to keep myself away right now if I tried.”
“Good,” Thad says. “Bro, better make sure our girl is ready for us.”
A grin spreads across my face as I haul my body up, my hands going to the waistband of Fate’s leggings so that my fingers can wrap inside the elastic and start to slowly slide them down her legs. Her cheeks flush, and her eyes are on me, pupils blown wide.
“Tsk, tsk. No underwear either, I see.”
“Nope,” she says, popping the ‘p.’
Tossing the leggings aside, my fingers begin to trail up her leg then over her mound, slipping two through her heat. I groan at the warm wetness already there.
“She’s soaked, bro.”
“Does the thought of us all taking you turn you on, woman?”
She swallows and nods, watching my hand as it slides up and down, through her folds, but never touching the spot I know will have her writhing beneath me.
Mack has come up alongside the bed, his glasses off, his hand rubbing over that monster he has in his pants.
“God, she looks fucking amazing spread out like that,” he murmurs.
Thad grins. “You know shit’s getting serious when the nerd starts cussing.”
My eyes are once again following my movements as I slip one large finger inside her opening. In and out, stretching her slowly. Then I add another.
I risk a glance at Fate and realize that Mack has leaned over and is kissing the shit out of her. His hand is wrapped behind her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. Thad is sucking on one of her pink nipples, his fingers playing with the other one, tugging and pinching on it.
Removing my fingers, she releases a whimper that sends a jolt straight to my dick. I have to adjust myself, telling it to calm the hell down. We’re going to make her ours, fuck her until she doesn’t know where she ends and we begin, strengthening this bond in the only way we can. If it’s not enough, then at least she’ll have one last memory of us.
The panic tries to grip me, my soul restless with worry, but I tamp it down. There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, there’s only one thing I want to focus on. My sweets.
I slide down and let my tongue lick through her wetness. She tastes of sweetness here too, sweeter than I would’ve thought possible. I lap at her, spearing her with my tongue over and over again then circling it around the nub at the top until her hips begin to buck. Thrusting two fingers inside her, I feel her tight walls fluttering. She’s close.
“God, don’t stop, Levi.” Her fingers snake through my hair, keeping my head right where she wants it.
Thad catches my eye, giving a quick nod before he bites down on one of her nipples. I thrust a third finger into her tight hole and suck hard on her clit at the same time.
She explodes with a scream, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her taste becoming impossibly sweeter as I continue my assault. Slowly, I gentle my movements while her body relaxes. Sitting up, I wipe my mouth across my forearm, pull my shirt over my head, and quickly remove my jeans, watching her the whole time. Her eyes are closed, her body sated, while Mack continues caressing her breasts as if in awe of the absolute beauty before him.
Movement by the door catches my eye, and I see Knox standing there, a heated look on his face as he takes in the scene. His eyes find mine, and he nods toward the desk. I glance back, almost doing a surprised double take when I see Cole. He’s in Mack’s chair, his dick in his hand as he strokes himself to the sight of what we just did to our girl. We didn’t even hear the fucker come in.
I damn near snicker, knowing Fate’s going to fucking love the fact that he’s here watching.
I look back at Fate just as she wraps those swollen pink lips of hers around Mack’s cock. His jeans are around his knees and her other arm is wrapped around him, her hand on his ass, pushing him further into her mouth, taking more of him than I would’ve thought possible.
My own hand comes down, giving my dick a couple of strokes before looking at my twin, who’s used the time to remove his own clothing.
What’ll it be, bro? he asks through our connection.
I don’t fucking care. I just need to be inside her...now.
Fine. You take her ass since you got her pussy last time.
I nod. My dick’s so hard that it’s throbbing in time with the push and pull of Mack’s dick sliding in and out of Fate’s mouth. She damn near gets the whole thing down her throat before she hums. Fucking hums! He grunts, his hand squeezing his balls so tight I’m a bit worried for him, but it does no good. He’s past the point of no return and is coming before he can stop himself. She swallows every damn drop, licking him clean as we all sit and watch.