Page 79 of The Knucklebone Brothers

Maverick stepped around to my side, his boots thumpin' softly on the floor, and he grabbed my chin, turnin' my head toward him. He didn't wait for an invitation. He leaned in and kissed me, his mouth crashing against mine, his tongue sweepin' in to claim the taste of me that Blythe had just left there. The blood lightly smeared on my lip.

Blythe moved his hands to my waist. He looked down at me, and a slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

"You're so pretty like this," he whispered close to my face. "Soakin' wet for us... ready to be claimed."

Blythe looked down at me, his eyes blue pits of a storm that had no end. "You're ours to take, Rory," he said, his voice a low, heavy command.

He didn't give me a chance to respond. His hand moved to his waist, his fingers fumbling with the heavy leather buckle of his belt. With a sharp, violent tug, he ripped the belt from the loops, the metal clasp singin' through the air. He wrapped it around my neck, the leather cold and rough against my skin. He clasped it tight, just enough to be a restraint, a collar for a wild animal, and then he pulled me flush against his chest, his other hand tanglin' in my hair. He kissed me, a hard, suffocatin' kiss that tasted of blood and ruin, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, claiming every inch of me.

Maverick got closer to me, his eyes gleamin' with a twisted hunger, and spoke softly, his voice dripping with venom. "It’s okay to want us, Aurora," he said, his tone sickeningly sweet. "I know you want his dick. I can see it in your eyes. How badly you need to be stretched open by him."

Maverick reached out, his fingers grazin' the belt around my neck, a cruel, teasing touch. "It’s okay, I’ll watch him claim our bride. I’ll watch him break you open. And I’ll love every moment of it. I’ll love watchin' the light fade from your eyes as he fills you up."

He snatched the belt from Blythe's hand and yanked me back down onto the table, the sudden movement sendin' a jolt of pain through my body. He wrapped the leather around my throat, his grip tight and unforgivin', and pulled. The belt bit into my skin, a tight, constricting collar that choked off my air. I gasped, my eyes bulgin' as I fought for every ragged breath, my vision startin' to blur at the edges, the world spinnin' in red and black.

Blythe didn't wait. He grabbed my thighs, his hands diggin' in, and pulled them apart, spreadin' me wide. The tip of his cock pressed against my opening, a heavy, demanding presence. He didn't ease in. He pushed, hard and fast, and I swear I felt like I was goin' to be split in half.

But then, I felt it. The pressure. The extra pressure from the metal ring piercin'. It was a sharp, agonizin' pleasure, a spike of electricity. The leather was still tight around my neck, starvin' me of oxygen, and I could feel my vision goin' blurry, the edges of the world dissolvin'.

Blythe began to thrust, his hips slappin' against my thighs, his cock movin' in and out of me, hard and fast. I screamed, my voice muffled by the belt, and I could hear him moan under his breath, a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction. "Fuck," he growled, his voice dark. "You feel so good. So tight. So fuckin' hot."

He was takin' me, claimin' me, ruinin' me. And I was lost in the haze of the lack of oxygen, the pleasure and the pain mixin' into a dark, twisted symphony.

The heat buildin' in Blythe was gettin' intense, his thrusts gettin' more frantic, more desperate. I could feel him swell inside me, gettin' bigger, harder. And then I panicked. I thought about the IUD, the one they removed. I tried to speak, to warn him, but the belt around my throat cut off my words. I tried to push up, but Maverick held me fast. He leaned down and kissed me, his mouth plunderin' mine, his tongue tanglin' with mine, a dark act that was also a way to keep me quiet.

Then, Blythe slammed into me, one final, hard thrust that drove him deep inside me, his cock throbbin' inside me. He came, his breath ragged and loud, a groan escapin' him as he filled me full of his come, hot and thick, claimin' me as his wife in every sense. Maverick kept kissin' me, his mouth never leavin' mine.

Finally, Maverick let go of the belt, allowing me to breathe. I gasped for air, my lungs burnin', and I ripped the belt off my neck. I laid there on the table, breathin' heavy, my body still thrummin' with aftershocks. Blythe pulled back slightly, his dick still inside me, and gave me a small, satisfied grin. His eyes locked on the mess he made of us, the fluid leakin' from my pussy. He leaned down and whispered, "You're gonna get every last drop for your hungry pussy, Rory."

He gave me a small, gentle thrust, pushin' his seed deeper inside me, makin' sure I took it all.

Blythe pulled back, his cock slippin' out of me, and grabbed his shirt. He used it to wipe me up a little, cleanin' the mess, then undid the chain from my ankles, the metal clinkin' as it fell to the floor. I was free, but I didn't move. I just laid there, breathin' heavy, my body still buzzin'.

Maverick came up in front of me, and lifted me up, wrapin' my legs around his waist. He carried me to the other side of the table, the short side, and set me down. He spun me around so my back was pressed against his hard chest, his arms wrapin' around me. His cock pressed against the crack of my ass.

"Bend over the table," he commanded, his voice calm.

I knew it was Maverick's turn to claim me. And honestly, I was ready. I wanted it all. I wanted to be completely theirs.

Blythe stepped up in front of me, his dick hard again, still wet from me, a glistening pearl of liquid at the tip.

Maverick leaned down and brushed my hair to the side, then aggressively grabbed a handful, tilting my head back. He bit down on my shoulder hard, a sharp, stinging pain that made me gasp, and then he kissed and licked my neck, a slow, possessive trail of fire.

As he was doin' that, he eased into my pussy, his cock thick and hard, fillin' me up. I gripped the table, bracin' myself, my knuckles turnin' white as he stretched me and filled me. Fuck, he felt so good. They both did. The way Blythe had filled me earlier, the way Maverick was fillin' me now, it was like I was bein' torn apart and put back together at the same time. It was intense, it was painful, and it was the most amazing thing I had ever felt.

Maverick started to move, his hips slappin' against my ass, his dick deep inside me, poundin' me hard. He leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"That's it," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that gave me goosebumps. "My pretty thing. My wife. My pretty little slut."

He pulled back slightly. "Take it all," he commanded, his hips snapin' forward with brutal force. "We’re gonna ruin you for anyone else. You're mine now. You're a Knucklebone bride. And I'm gonna make sure you never forget it."

I looked up at Blythe, my eyes wide and hungry, breathin' heavy from Maverick's assault. "I want it rough," I gasped out, my voice barely a whisper over the sound of Maverick's hips slappin' against my ass. "I want it mean. I want you to slam into me."

I looked back at Maverick, my gaze intense. "I can take more," I moaned, the words tumblin' out of me, desperate for more. "Give it to me."

Maverick didn't hesitate. He gripped my hips hard, his fingers diggin' into my flesh, and then he slammed into me, hard and fast, his cock poundin' into me with a brutal force that made me scream.

Blythe looked down at me, his eyes hungry. He rubbed the head of his dick against my lips, smearing our come over them. "Lick yourself off me," he commanded.