Chapter 28

Marius

The air in the room is thick with tension as I pull Seri towards the couch, my grip on her wrist firm but not harsh—enough to command and guide her. The other two stay close, like shadows watching from the sidelines, but I can feel their presence. This moment belongs to me.

Her skin is hot under my touch, her body trembling, though not from fear anymore. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, every inch of her aware of what’s about to happen. There’s an eagerness in her movements as i sit down on the couch and pull her into my lap, but there’s still a hesitation in her eyes—she wants this, but she’s not sure she’s ready for the consequences. I can see the conflict in her expression.

She’s so fucking beautiful like this. Naked, exposed, vulnerable. The dark lines and splash of color from the ink etched into her skin telling a story of pain. But also power. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already made the decision to surrender to us. Her body is telling me everything I need to know. She wants us—wants me.

I slide my fingers down across her belly, her legs still trembling beneath her as she sits down. The soft leather of the couch creaks under me, the only sound in the room aside from the steady rhythm of our breathing. I withdraw my hands again to reach between us and undo my pants, pushing them down off my hips. She’s looking at me now, her eyes wide with anticipation and uncertainty.

“Relax,” I murmur, my voice smooth, almost gentle, though every part of me is demanding. “You’ve already decided.”

“Yes,” she breathes out. Her lips part slightly, her chest rising and falling quickly. She doesn’t speak more, I don’t need her to. I can feel the pull between us, the electricity sparking in the space we share. She’s on the edge, teetering between resistance and surrender, and I know just how to push her over.

I slide my hand between her thighs, sliding first one finger then another into her pink hole. God she’s wet—and I can’t stop the low growl that rumbles in my chest. Her body’s response is undeniable, and I know she’s as desperate for this as I am.

I lean in, brushing my lips over hers, soft at first, just a whisper of contact. She sighs into the kiss, her hands reaching up to grip the back of my neck tightly, as if she’s afraid of falling off the edge of the world.

I pull back just enough to look at her, my fingers pumping in and out of her slowly, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit. My other hand squeezing her ass hard before wrapping around her waist and hauling her closer to me. Her skin is soft, but it trembling whether from nerves or desire, I can’t tell, but I don’t care. It’s all the same to me.

Damon and Tyrone stand behind her, each with a hand trailing lightly across her skin adding more heat to her, close but distant enough to give me this moment with her. I know they’re watching, and I can feel their eyes on us, the way they’re waiting for their turn to make their mark on her. But not yet. This is mine. This moment, this claim—it’s mine.

“You want this,” I whisper, my voice low and steady. I slide my fingers out of her pussy and grip the base of my cock running the tip back and forth through her arousal as it leaks out of her, “You want me.”

“Please,” she breathes trying to grind down onto me but my arm around her waist holds her still. Her back arches slightly, pushing her hips closer to me, an unconscious invitation. I can see the fight in her eyes between wanting to resist and needing to give in. It’s a beautiful thing—her lust is rapidly winning the battle though.

Without another word, I thrust forward, feeling the heat of her body meet mine. Her breath catches as I enter her in one swift motion making her cry out. I’m not small, none of us are; and she is going to feel it tomorrow. I watch her face as I move, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before she looks up at me again. There’s something there—something primal. She’s no longer afraid.

After a moment i start to draw out before thrusting up into her hard again, not giving her time to adjust to the feeling of being completely filled. Her hands move to my chest, her nails digging into my skin, and I can’t help but smile. She’s marking me, claiming me just as much as I’m claiming her.

Her hips begin to move in response to mine, matching the rhythm I’ve set, and I know she’s finally starting to lose herself in it. In us. I pick up the pace going harder and more punishing, I can feel her tightening around me, her body pulling me deeper, needing more. She’s starting to understand what it means to give herself over completely, and I can feel the shift in her.

She’s not just giving in to me. She’s giving in to all of us. I glance over her shoulder at Damon and Tyrone, and I see the hunger in their eyes, but I don’t care. Right now, this moment is mine to take. I’m the one who’s going to claim her first.

With every thrust, I can feel her breaking apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but the desperate, needy woman above me. And with a few more hard thrust she finally falls apart, her body trembling and her pussy tighten around me, I can’t hold it back anymore. Gripping her hips tight enough to leave bruises, i thrust up once, twice and a third time before growling out my own release; filling her insides with my seed. I’ve marked her. She’s mine now.

And when I feel her collapse against my chest, breathless and shivering as the last of her pleasure ripples through her body, I look up at Damon and Tyrone, who are waiting their turn. I grin up at them, releasing my punishing grip on her hips and running my fingers up and down her back. “We are far from done precious, my brothers need you.”

The tension in the room doesn’t fade. If anything, it grows heavier, suffocating, as Damon sprawls lazily on the couch next to me, his eyes locked on Seri as she turns her head to the side to look at him; with an intensity that matches mine. The air between them thickens as Tyrone steps forward, his eyes dark with a possessive gleam that doesn’t let go.

I’ve marked her first, but I can see it in her eyes; she is wanting more and she’s staying, letting us take whatever we want.

Tyrone moves up behind her, his hands sliding under her arms and lifting her off my chest to pull her back against his, his moves are confident like he owns the world, and right now, he’s here to take her. Her body, still trembling, shifts against his chest, feeling his presence loom behind her. I watch her face—the way her lips part slightly, her breathing uneven. She’s not entirely sure what’s coming, but I know she can feel it. She’s already half-gone.

“Get up,” Tyrone commands softly, his voice carrying authority that’s hard to ignore. She obeys without hesitation, tentatively pulling herself off my cock and rising to her feet under his command, though her legs threaten to give way beneath her. He keeps a firm grip on the back of her neck and bends her forward over Damon’s lap, his other hand gripping her hips firmly, guiding her, positioning her just right. It’s a beautiful, controlled thing—watching him shape her into his perfect image.

“Eyes on Damon,” Tyrone growls low, his grip tightening on her waist. “You’re going suck him while i fuck you and show him how much you want this.”

Her body shivers, but she listens, her eyes darting toward Damon, who’s reclining back on the couch, looking every bit the predator. He has already removed his pants and is lazily running a hand up and down his own length. He doesn’t move otherwise, but his eyes are hungry, his lips curved in a smile that’s as dark as it is inviting.

I see it in her—a hesitation at first, a flicker of uncertainty, but then it’s gone. The need in her eyes overtakes everything else. She’s not just standing there anymore. She’s already giving herself over.

Damon leans forward, his hand reaching out to grip the back of her head, taking over from Tyrone, fingers threading into her hair. His touch is gentler than mine, but there’s a possessiveness behind it, a promise of control that comes with every movement he makes. He pulls her mouth towards the tip of his cock, making her lips brush against his skin, the closeness enough to make her shudder.

I watch her, as Tyrone begins to press into her from behind. The movement is slow, smooth, calculated, as he takes her. He’s slow at first, feeling her, making sure she’s ready for him. She gasps, the sound reverberating through the room, and I can see there is no resistance left in her body. She wants this. Wants them both. With her mouth still parted Damon presses the head of his cock between her lips.

Her eyes are fixed on Damon as she begins to move her lips up and down on him, her hands coming up to rest on his thighs. Her every move is a silent plea—asking for more, needing it, giving herself fully over to the experience. Damon doesn’t stop her. He’s the kind of man who waits, watches, before taking what he wants, and right now, it’s her—her attention, her body, her submission.

But Tyrone is not about to let her forget who’s in control. His hands grip her harder, pulling her into him, thrusting into her in a slow, deep rhythm that makes her gasp with every movement. She’s caught between them, held in their pull. Damon runs his fingers through her hair as she works, her lips stretching around him.

I can tell that Damon is barely holding on by a thread, his hand gripping her hair tighter. Tyrone runs one hand up her back and reaches around her throat putting just the right pressure. The scene is raw, intense, and every moment is filled with the knowledge that she’s slipping deeper and deeper into our world. Her body has already betraying her, responding to their every touch, every demand.

“You feel so fucking good,” Tyrone grunts out picking up the pace and forcing her to take more of Damon into her mouth, who groans and begins to thrust into her more making her gag as her forces his way down her throat. “You are going to be a good girl and cum for us, aren’t you?” But she can’t answer except for digging her fingers into Damon’s thighs.

I remain on the edge, my eyes taking in every second of it, watching as she’s used, as each of us takes a piece of her. The way her body arches, the deep moans that try to escape her but are stopped by Damon’s cock in her mouth, the way she moves, lost in the sensations, it all tells me what I need to know. She’s no longer just the girl we’re playing with. She’s one of us now.

“Fuck you are beautiful like this,” Damon curses and pulls her off his cock with a wet pop, leaning up to crash his mouth to hers, hungry and desperate before pulling back, “Take a breathe and hold it.” Its an order that she follows quickly before he pushes himself back into her mouth and all the way down until her nose is pressed against his pubic bone, “Tap on my leg if you need to stop.”

“She won’t, she loves it man,” Tyrone hisses from behind Seri, “She is squeezing me so hard I'm going to lose it.” His pace becomes merciless as he drives into her from behind. Reaching a hand around her hip and to her clit pinching it between his fingers hard, “Cum for us beautiful. Let us feel you fall apart. Now.”

I don’t think she could stop herself if she tried. A strangled sound comes from Seri’s throat followed by Damon as he shoots his release down her throat and finally Tyrone, thrusting into her once more before holding against her ass and grinding down as he cums deep inside her as well. There is no mistaking it now. She is ours in every way and she is never going to escape us.