Page 157 of Lured By Shadows

They walked in like it was ordinary. They crossed the threshold as if they’d wandered into a sitting room, not a dining space where I was bare and spread open, my body trembling on the edge of release.

Rupert whistled softly.

“Finally,” he said, his voice smooth with amusement, lips curling as his gaze swept over the scene without shame or apology. “My dear brother takes what’s his.”

My stomach flipped, heat and mortification colliding in a dizzy rush as he moved closer… unhurried, unbothered. He sniffed the air, sharp and distinctly not human, and I knew he could scent everything: the slick warmth between my legs, the lingering trace of blood, the way my body was already breaking apart beneath his brother’s mouth. It should have made me recoil, sent panic through me, and made my legs snap shut while I scrambled for something resembling dignity.

But Culver didn’t stop. Not even for a second.

His tongue never faltered, never broke rhythm, as if Rupert’s presence didn’t exist at all. As though my pleasure mattered more than decorum, more than family, more than the fact that I had an audience. The realization alone made my breath stutter. He was choosing my release over every expectation I’d ever been taught to respect.

A raw moan tore from my throat, my fingers tightening in his dark hair as I tried to anchor myself, my body betraying me completely. “Culv, wait,” I gasped, my voice thin and desperate as my eyes darted between him and Rupert. But there was nothing restrained in him now. It was just hunger.

I tried to push him back, my feet bracing against his shoulders as I strained, but my thighs shook violently, the effort useless. The pleasure had built up too much; it felt overwhelming, right there on the brink, and no matter how my mind raced with sudden worry, my body just wouldn’t go along with it. Instead, it pushed me toward craving even more of what he was giving.

And Rupert didn’t look away.

He seated himself with exaggerated ease, elbow resting on the table, cheek propped in his hand like he was settling in for entertainment. His smirk widened, satisfied and unapologetic. Beside him, Soroush sat more quietly, his phone still in his hand, though his attention clearly wasn’t on the screen. His eyes lifted in brief, stolen glances, catching every way my hips moved, every rise and fall of my chest, the shameless, obscene arch of my body as Culver held me open like it was his rightful place.

“Culv—” I whimpered, my voice cracking under the strain, saliva slicking my lips as I struggled to hold back the inevitable. “I’m cumming—”

And then I wasn’t holding back anything anymore.

The release crashed through me in a blinding rush, white-hot and overwhelming, tearing a raw scream from my chest as my legs locked around his head. My body convulsed, slick warmth spilling as I squirted, the sensation so intense it felt like it split me open from the inside. I cried out without restraint, riding the wave as my thighs trembled violently. Culver didn’t pull away. Instead, a low, guttural rumble vibrated through him, satisfied and feral, as he lapped it all up, drinking from me as if this were exactly what I had been made for.

When he finally lifted his head, I was shaking, every nerve ending raw and exposed, my body slack and useless in the aftermath. I panted, flushed, and utterly undone, barely aware of where I was anymore. He, on the other hand, looked perfectly steady, a calm smugness settling over his features. His face was streaked with slickness, faintly marked with blood and release, and the sight of it sent a dizzy pulse through my already overstimulated body.

Without a word, he lifted me off the table and into his lap. My legs dangled open, still twitching, far too sensitive as they brushed against his thighs. My head spun as I settled there, exposed and utterly spent, while he reached for a napkin and wiped his face with slow, deliberate movements, as if this had all been another part of breakfast.

Across from us, Rupert raised a forkful of fruit in a mock toast, his grin sharp and knowing.

“Thank you for the meal,” Culver murmured, his voice smooth and devilish, as if he’d just finished savoring the finest wine.

I blinked, my mouth falling open as my mind struggled to catch up with my body. A breath stuttered out of me, heat flooding my face so quickly it made my ears ring.

“B-but—” I started, the words tangling uselessly in my throat. “They saw—oh my God—I’m so sorry y’all saw that—”

The humiliation hit late, rushing through me all at once as reality settled back into place. My legs were still parted. My body still tingled. I was still sitting in Culver’s lap, half-naked and flushed, and they had seen everything. Not just strangers passing through, but inhuman creatures I had to mingle with for years to come.

My stomach churned, shame curling tight and low even as my body still hummed with the delicious, treacherous echo of pleasure.

Rupert waited until I finally ran out of air before speaking, his tone infuriatingly calm.

“So what?” he said, twirling a spoon lazily between his fingers. “What’s a little pleasure here and there? My dear brother is in the comforts of his home with his beloved, so there should be no need for secrecy or discreet fucking.”

The way he said it, smooth and poetic, without even a hint of tension or judgment, left me staring at him in stunned silence, my mouth hanging open with nothing coming out. I just couldn’t wrap my head around a place where all of it felt so everyday, where nobody batted an eye or acted like we’d crossed some huge line that needed fixing.

I’d done reckless things before, like that one time at a party where I had sex in front of people amid all the haze of drugs and loose edges. But this was different. They weren’t random faces in the crowd. They were people I actually knew. They were family in a way that stuck with me, the kind who’d carry the memory long after and who’d seen every moan, every shudder, and every slick, shameless part of me laid bare.

Did it count as incest on Culver’s part?

The thought slithered into my mind uninvited, absurd and unsettling, and I shook it off quickly.

No. It wasn’t that.

But it was something else entirely, something I didn’t yet have the words or understanding for.

“My beautiful lamb,” Culver murmured against my temple, his voice soft, as if none of it had rattled him in the slightest. He lifted a single grape, holding it to my lips between two fingers, his gaze glowing low with heat. “Eat your breakfast.”