Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

“Are you okay?” I can’t help but let out a humorless laugh. “Me?” He nods seriously. “He touched you.”

His eyes trace over the image for several more seconds before he tucks it into his pocket and nods his head, closing his eyes tightly. When he opens them up again, a clarity I haven’t seen in years fills them. For a moment, if you didn’t know better, you’d almost think Zayden was normal. He’s calm, composed, and not a ticking time bomb eager to go off at the slightest inconvenience, just for a taste of blood.

His thrusts waste absolutely no time, stretching me as he buries himself inside me. I let out a squeal as he bottoms out before pulling out and doing it again. “T-too tight,” I pant. “You can take it,” he says as his hand slips through the hole in my pants, his thumb finding my clit almost immediately before rubbing quick circles in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Now,” he starts, his hand on my thigh, squeezing tightly. “You’re mine.”

I didn’t have the opportunity to get a tattoo of her before I got arrested, and I couldn’t go another night without her name inked into my skin.

“Sir,” the annoying hostess says, clearing her throat. “Your meeting is this way.” She gives a nasty glare to Blake, and I feel her actually shrink slightly under the woman’s gaze, which pisses me the fuck off. I stand a little straighter, slightly pushing Blake behind me so she doesn’t have to witness the bitch a second longer. “Please inform him I’ll be a few moments. I’ll find my way,” I say before dismissing her with my back. Blake flicks an uncomfortable look at her before I regain her attention, shaking my head, so I hope she knows she’s worth a thousand of that woman. That the only reason she is trying to make Blake feel small is because she burns too bright.

“Baby, I would never let anything happen to you. If you didn’t want to be with me anymore, we would figure it out together. You’ll never be without a home again, I promise. Even more so, there is no possibility in this fathomable universe where you and I aren’t together until the end of time. You’re mine, Blake, and I’ll never let you go.”

God, that girl must have been in heaven. Jealousy spikes through me at the idea of someone else having them, of someone else knowing what it feels like to have their complete attention, four hands, two mouths, two tongues, and two huge cocks. My pussy throbs at the idea of it,

“He told me that you guys have had a threesome together. With some other girl. I’m⁠—” “Jealous?” I finish. She whimpers in response. “Aw, angel. No need to be jealous. I promise when I get back, my brother and I can make you feel so good. Don’t even worry.” “He would never share me,” she says, though it sounds more like a pout. “Don’t be so sure. There are things about Dominic you don’t know. I think he might just love sharing you, it’s me who won’t share you, sweetheart.”

“Fuck! Such a good girl. Are you my woman, angel? All mine?” She’s silent for a moment, only her breathy pants coming in through the phone. “I’m Dom’s, Zayden.” Disappointment and anger bloom inside me, and I’m ready to fucking explode when her voice softens. “But maybe I could be yours too.”

She’s not choosing him. She’s not choosing me. She’s choosing us. We could both fight it, tear each other apart in the process, but in the end, it will only hurt her. She wants us, and whatever she wants, she gets.

I bump into Dom’s chest, and his hands catch my hips easily. Zayden plasters himself against my front, and I look between the two, silently asking what I’m expected to do. “Stop looking for direction, babygirl. What Zayden is aggressively trying to show you is that we don’t care. We want you to be happy. Do whatever makes you happy, and we’ll be happy. Just make sure you spend time with both of us, and everyone will be good,” Dom says with an encouraging nod.

“Aw, come on. Every man loves a little girl on girl.” I smile lazily as I look up at him. “Fuck yes, but I can’t be certain I wouldn’t snap her neck the instant you were done with her just for touching you.” “Zayden!” I laugh in both shock and horror. “What?” He shrugs innocently, like there is nothing wrong with using a human for pleasure before killing them.