Page 65 of Shattered Souls

“Ever try and touch our woman again and I’ll fuck her in your blood.” My old co-worker cradles his wrist to his chest, backing away from Synn quickly.

Before I know it, I’m standing behind the men as they scan and pay for our items. My eyes warily dart across the small checkout area, feeling like eyes are on me around every corner.

Hayze tucks me into his body as we walk towards their car. The black SUV fits in with the rest of the parking lot, keeping the two as inconspicuous as possible.

Crazy how well two cold bloodied killers can blend into society. They’re able to shop, work, and come together as a part of the community while they have blood on their hands—metaphorically and literally sometimes.

The drive home is quiet. While reassuring touches from both men comfort me, they hold empty promises. Something like unease has coiled in the pit of my belly, and it has no interest in letting me go from its grasp anytime soon.

“Hayze,” There’s a sleepy hand between my thighs, trying to wedge its way into my shorts. He grunts, the sound gravelly and thick, as I push his hand away.

It’s been a few days since the run in with Callum. I haven’t been sleeping well with this new feeling of doom looming over my head, but I’ve been trying my hardest. I’ve bounced between Hayze’s bed and the couch, just desperate to get an ounce of sleep. Now, I’m laid on the couch, Synn pressed to my back and Hayze in front of me.

Thank fuck they have a modular couch, because if we couldn’t push the seats together to make a glorified bed—well, Hayze would be flat on the floor.

Synn has had two twelve hour shifts on the ambulance. Apparently, older people get hurt or die a lot more when the weather shifts like this. But, because of that, he’s knocked out with an arm wrapped over my middle.

Hayze, on the other hand, has been out of the house doing god knows what, and is somehow just as equally tired. I swear these men are bears getting ready for hibernation.

Once more, Hayze ventures his hand between my thighs, and I push him away. My period has lightened enough that I’m not writhing in pain, but it’s still there. Though, I did read somewhere that sex can help shorten a period and alleviate the pain.

Getting swatted away twice, he gravitates upwards. I arch into him at the feeling of his hands on me—more like I shove my ass into a sleeping Synn. He pushes back into me, his cock already standing at attention against my ass.

The feeling of both of them on me sends my whole body on fire. Hayze lifts my shirt, Synn moving his arm to help him, and exposes my tits. He wastes no time in closing his mouth around the hardened peak, swirling his tongue and sucking tenderly. I arch my back into him, once more shoving my ass into Synn.

“Do it again, and I’ll fuck your brains out just like you’re begging me to.” Synn purrs behind me, voice thick with sleep. His hand clamping down on my hip bone makes me squeak and squirm, rubbing my ass on him more.

“Please,” Synn’s hand finds my soaked core between my thighs, rubbing me through the thin fabric. “I need someone in me.” Color immediately crawls up my neck at the vulgarness of my words, but I truthfully cannot decide which one I want. I’ve thrown caution to the wind about my period, just pure desire and desperation clawing at my insides.

Synn chooses for me, yanking down my sleep shorts, and tossing them across the room. I open my mouth to protest about the remnants of my period, and how I should shower first, but I’m stopped with Hayze’s mouth on mine. His hand still toys with my nipple, all while Synn rubs my clit softly.

“Let her watch,” Synn tells Hayze, the latter releasing my mouth, making me whimper. Synn’s watching me with heavy eyes, though they drop to my pussy every couple seconds. “I want you to watch as we worship you—use you.”

“Yes, sir.” He smiles at me, the sight brightening the mood and sending heat to my core. He slowly pulls his boxers down, releasing his cock, eyes on me the whole time to gauge my reaction.

I hardly have time to process the sight before Hyde pulls his own cock out and strokes the velvety flesh.

“I’ve never done something like this.” I admit. I’ve hardly seen a dick—let alone two at once.

“Us either.” Hayze signs. Synn nods in agreement.

“What am I supposed to do?” The question is silly, but I’m nervous.

“You’re going to sit there and enjoy it, little scarecrow.” I nod, signaling I’m ready. Hayze scoots back and brings his mouth back to my nipple. One hand teases my free nipple while the other strokes himself. Synn, though, skates his hands down to the small of my waist, lingering on the meat hook and machete tattoo.

With Hayze’s head blocking my view to my pussy, and Synn’s cock, I have nothing to follow but his face as the head of his cock rubs against my entrance. The velvety tip swirling in my arousal before he so painfully slowly slides it inside of me. I arch, giving Hayze better access, and wriggle my hips to beg for more.

“Greedy little scarecrow,” His firm hands grip my hips and he seals into me, stealing all the breath from my lungs. This—this is how I want to die.

“Fuck, more, please.” I throw my hands into Hayze’s hair, gripping at his roots, as Synn plows into me. His pace is brutal and deliberate. He moves like the monster he really is.

Hayze sits up, lips puffy, and fists his cock. He moves closer to my head until the head of his cock lines up with my mouth. Looking down at me, tattooed abdomen on full display, he signs to me. It takes me a few tries to comprehend what he’s saying with how full I feel.

“Suck.” He presses himself against my lips. I part them, accepting him fully. He thrusts into my mouth slower than Synn currently is. The uneven pace is intoxicating.

I run the pad of my tongue along the underside of Hayze. He groans, gripping a fistful of my hair and taking over. One fucks my mouth, pinching my nipple at the same time while the other fucks my pussy, rubbing my swollen clit, with a whole new craving for power.

I cum, and hard. My vision goes dark as a cry rips from my throat, turning into a gurgling sound more than anything. Hayze pulls out from me, leaving me writhing under Synn, who isn’t letting up.