Fierce King by Ivy Mason

Twenty-Two

“Except,”The word made them both still, eyes focused on me. “I have one question first.”

If I was going to give them my virginity, I needed to protect the shredded pieces of me that they would leave behind.

“Ask it,” Bourbon said.

"How often have you done this? Together?"

"Never,” Bourbon answered.

"Never?"

He nodded, then it was Coulter's turn to grasp my face, turning it towards him.

His intense golden eyes were so beautiful, so open and honest. I'd never seen them so incredibly earnest before, and I wanted to lose myself in their molten, burning color.

"I have never shared anyone with Bourbon. Only you, Rose.” His thumb came down to rub against my lower lip, and his voice lowered to a whisper. "Only you, Rose."

I was caught up in his gaze, my throat thick and dry. It was hard to swallow.

"Is this your choice, then?” Coulter asked.

Taking a leap into the darkness, I leaned forward to kiss him, then Bourbon. “Yes." I nodded. I was certain now, determined to take this step forward, even if it was the worst mistake of my life. "Yes, this is my choice."

Gripping my side, Bourbon yanked me to him, crashing his mouth down on mine, kissing me like a man who faced death too often in his life and stared it straight in the eyes.

Kissing me like a man who knew exactly what he wanted in life and that thing was me.

His kiss was all consuming, infused with a passion I didn’t know existed in his world.

It demanded control, demanded my obedience.

And I gave it to him, leaning against him, opening my mouth to his kiss, my heart to his punishing grip.

At my submission, Bourbon let out a guttural noise, but his hand fisted in my hair, and I caught my breath at the pain of it.

He pulled back, so abruptly that I would’ve fallen forward if it hadn’t been for his hand, holding me still.

His gaze burned into me, revealing ferocity and vehemence. I was wrong before. I hadn’t seen everything before, but I was seeing it now. He craved me, my body, my heart, and he was going to take it with the force of his might.

He looked over my shoulder at Coulter and they exchanged unspoken words, communication that could only come from men who’d known each other for a long time.

Men who were brothers in every sense of the word, having lived together for years, having loved and protected each other from the sadistic world they existed in.

They each gave a short nod; there was an agreement between them.

Within seconds I was pressed between both bodies, with Bourbon at my front and Coulter at my back.

Coulter's knuckle tracked up my spine, his lips coming down to kiss my shoulder. The sensation was soft and sweet, gentle, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling. Was this what is was like to be truly loved by Coulter?

Was he kind and sweet? Gentle?

Bourbon's fingers touched my cheekbone. I opened my eyes to stare up into his piercing gaze. His eyes roamed over my face with an awed look, like he was completely and utterly transfixed by someone like me.

Rapunzel.

The girl with the magic hair trapped in the tower. Except there was no magic. I didn’t have anything special about me. I only looked like a woman they’d once both loved.

I knew it now, I could feel it in the agony that bled through the room when we talked about her.

They’d loved her, and that’s why they took me.

And yet, the look in Bourbon's piercing eyes, the soft gentle press of Coulter at my back and neck, told me they felt so much more.

They weren’t imagining being here with Lily.

They were present, with me in the room.

They wanted me.

And the thought was deeply and profoundly empowering.

Bourbon's fingers lingered in my hair, pulling and tugging on the strands, and I got the sensation that he was holding back.

I didn't want that.

I wanted him to reveal himself, to show me what he was really like, like he'd been at the museum.

I wasn't sure he would do it with Coulter in the room but I wanted to find out.

"Bourbon," I tilted my head into his hand, running my cheek against the palm of it. Then I turned my face, kissing the rough and calloused skin there. “Touch me like you want to. Don’t hold back.” I reached backwards, pulling Coulter closer to me. "I need you both. Please."

Coulter bit down gently on my ear, while his voice a dark rumble of desire. "Rose."

"God," I clasped him tighter, loving the press of his lips sending sensations scattering across my skin.

Bourbon's fingers slid down my neck to the valley between my breasts. My nipples peaked, pebbling into tiny points. He didn’t resist the temptation. He twisted one, making it pucker, then his hand came down, slapping it.

I gasped, leaning backwards into Coulter's bare chest and stared openly at Bourbon.

My gaze burned into Bourbon's eyes, and he gave me a searching one of his own.

"Do you like that, Rose?" Coulter asked.

"Yes," I answered him, still staring at Bourbon, and I was glad I did because his gaze heated like molten lava.

He did it again, and I whimpered with need as the sting across my nipple made little tingles of electricity jet through me.

Coulter’s teeth came down on my shoulder, biting into the skin at the same time that Bourbon slapped me over and over, and I had to take in sucking breaths against the pain.

But my pussy was wet.

Completely drenched.

Coulter's fingers slid down my stomach and under my panty line, murmuring against my skin.

"She's so wet for us, Bourbon."

“God, she’s perfection.” Bourbon didn’t hide his wonder. He leaned down and I lay my head back against Coulter's chest as Bourbon licked and suckled my breasts, smoothing over the stinging sensation of his slap.

Coulter kissed my neck, his fingers sliding up inside me, pumping, making me gush down my thighs, I was so turned on.

Suddenly his hands left me and I mewled with disappointment, needing his touch. His fingers hooked in my panties, dragging them downward, not pulling them all the way off but leaving them digging into the skin mid-thigh.

As soon as my cunt hit the cool air of the room, Bourbon's fingers were there, touching, fondling, pressing.

His other hand hooked around the nape of my neck, tugging me to him. His lips came down on mine with an intense need, eating my mouth out like Coulter would eat my cunt. Owning it like he would never let it go.

Like I belonged to him.

Like he was going to suck my heart right into him and bury it under his ribs, next to his own beating, pounding heart.

I could feel it against my chest, pounding, pounding, like a butterfly trapped in a cage and trying to get out.

He slowly lowered me to the bed and they both took turns kissing me, one on each side, moving between my mouth and my breasts, their fingers touching and caressing, sending lines of fire across my skin.

Every part of my body burned with longing.

I wanted to touch them. To feel their naked skin under my fingers, to yank off their clothes, to make them both as naked and vulnerable as I was. But Bourbon’s fingers were tight on my wrists, holding them over my head, keeping me from moving them even though I resisted.

“Relax, Princess,” Bourbon growled against my mouth, tilting my head upward so that I was looking into his hooded eyes. “We’ll take care of everything.”

I nodded and he bit down on my lower lip at the same time Coulter bit down on the tip of my nipple. I gasped at the pain, then moaned as they lathered their tongues over tortured skin. Bourbon grabbed the line of my panties, twisting it harshly, making it dig into my skin, while Coulter’s hand slid down in-between my thighs.

His fingers pressed between my wet and swollen pussy, pumping in and out. I moaned, arching my back breathlessly as Coulter finger fucked my cunt and Bourbon fucked my mouth with his tongue.

God, I was strung so tight, the burning between my thighs so strained, I was going to explode. I sipped in a breath, mewling, need and want clawing through me.

Bourbon’s hand went to my throat, his other one tightening on the panties. Pain and pleasure parlayed for dominance in my mind. Everything was twisting and burning and raging through me.

My orgasm was just on the edge, tittering and slipping, my mind on the verge of leaping into the air while thousands of stars burst before my eyes. Bourbon’s hand on my neck tightened, his hand fisting my panties pulled them so tight that he ripped them from me.

“Grab the lube,” Bourbon commanded, nodding towards his side dresser.

Twisting to reach into the side drawer, Coulter pulled out a black bottle with curly, silver lettering and two condoms. At the same time, Bourbon pulled off his tie, and tied it around my eyes.

My heart clenched in my throat as all sight was gone, except for little slivers of light.

A rich warmth filled the space of my cunt, a liquid that ran down to my ass, then a finger broke through my rosette. The stinging, burning sensation made my mouth drop open, taking in long, moaning breaths. Another finger filled my cunt, fucking me with it.

God, what were they doing to me.

They were breaking me open, piece by piece.

I was taken apart by them, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I was completely filled with the desire to lay myself out on the alter for them, and if they consumed me with their touch, then so be it.

They had complete control over my body, my mind, and they hadn’t even pulled out their dicks yet.

Suddenly their hands moved, one of them slapping my ass at the same time the other one smacked my cunt.

I squealed out, my cry quickly swallowed up by a mouth. Then again. A slap and a gasp. Prickling sensations shot through me. A nip on my tit, a slap on my ass, then soothing by a warm, wet mouth. With a touch on my clit, pressure exploded between my legs, electric and blazing, followed by vicious waves of arousal.

I whimpered and writhed, breathless as my body submitted to their touch.

Then hands yanked me up and a deep growl in my ear reverberated through my whole body. “You belong to us now. We’re going to own your body, your heart, your fucking soul.” Bourbon.

“Bend over, baby.” Coulter’s voice.

Hands spread my ass cheeks wide, the tip of a condom covered cock moving through it. Oh god. They were going to take my ass first. Fingers pierced my rosette again, slicing through it with lube, stretching it. Then someone grabbed my mouth, kissing me harshly, drowning out my scream as someone split my ass open with his dick.

Hands pushed me upwards, straightening my back, slowly lowering me onto the cock filling me as they continued to kiss me.

When I settled, Coulter instructed, “Breathe, Rose.”

I inhaled a breath that turned into a gasp as a finger slid through my cunt. Pain and pleasure tore through me at the same time, and I grasped the shoulders in front of me, crying out their names as someone finger fucked me so harshly that heat ignited in my body like a fire blazing through my insides.

Then, the finger hooked, wrenching another orgasm from me as I gushed, coming, while hands gripped my hips, moving slowly, so slowly, through my ass.

“You okay, my love?” Coulter’s lips were at my ear, pressing soothing kisses there. There was a little bit of pain and a lot of pressure, but the warm, soothing gel he’d used made his movements smooth.

I sucked in a breath, nodding my head, giving him a shaky, “Ye-yes.”

“Good.” His warm mouth pressed into my jawline. “Say the word if you want me to stop.”

I shook my head. “No. God, please no.”

His mouth moved across my skin, tasting, caressing, his fingers digging into my skin possessively. “Rose,” he murmured. “Baby.”

I felt his heat, the wave of tenderness he poured down on me, his heart in his throat as he confessed his feelings for me by the way he pressed his lips across my skin, caressing and worshiping it softly.

“Off,” I growled, tearing at the tie covering my eyes. “I want to see you both.”

As soon as I could see again, Bourbon’s face filled my vision, and his hand came down, slapping at my inner thigh. “You like getting your ass filled?”

I nodded, groaning as Coulter picked up his pace. “God yes.”

Bourbon cupped my pussy, his serious gaze piercing through me. “Is this for me?”

Biting down on my lower lip, I nodded. “Yes.”

“Then tell me. Tell me that this pussy belongs to me. Beg me to fuck it. Beg me to take you. Beg me to rip that piece of skin to pieces.”

“Please.” I nodded again, my voice weak with want, my body vibrating with need for him to take me. “Please, Bourbon. Claim me as yours.”

Growling, he gripped my hips, yanking both Coulter and I closer to him. He stared into my eyes as Coulter slid his arms under my thighs, pulling my legs up and open. “Open for him,” his deep voice rumbled in my ear. “Let him in.”

“Yes,” I stared into Bourbon’s eyes. “Fuck me, Bourbon.”

He growled. “I’m going to claim you. After this, you’ll never want anyone else.” Grabbing my thighs, Bourbon thrust up inside me in one powerful stroke, breaking through the barrier of my virginity, stopping only when he was at the hilt. I yelped out as anguish seared through me. I felt so fucking full, I thought I was going to pass out. My insides burned, pain flickering through me.

“Oh my God,” I choked on my breath.

“Breathe, baby, just breathe.” Coulter whispered in my ear again, while Bourbon began to slowly stroke in and out of me, one hand helping me keep my balance while the other went to my throat, his mouth still covering mine as he bent down, consuming me with it.

They both moved slowly, tenderly. Then, with Coulter’s fingers sliding between us to rub at my clit and Bourbon’s hold on my mouth, the pain began to ebb, and need billowed, burning through my chest and clawing at my throat.

“Fuck me,” I choked.

Bourbon growled, then he began to pump, setting a rhythm that Coulter caught onto, and I hovered in between space and time as they filled me with everything they had.

The world disappeared around me, the cage they’d held me in, the richness of the room, the secrets we were all keeping.

Only the fire between us, heat blazing as our bodies connected as one.

In an instant, my life changed. There was no way I could ever go back.

Both men were not only claiming me as their own, but they had my heart and soul in their grasp. I belonged to them both.

The idea scared me but made me burn all that much more.

I wanted them as much as they wanted me.

I needed them, from now and forever.

I was possessed, obsessed, owned, by the keepers of my heart.

It was the stupidest thing I’d ever done but I couldn’t regret it.

Not now.

Not ever.

And then, Coulter’s fingers on my cunt, his pounding up my ass growing faster, he rubbed me relentlessly until I exploded under his expert fingers.

“God, Rose. Fuck.” He moaned, jerking as he came inside me. His breathing was harsh, his movements jerky. Warmth spilled, mixing with my juices and blood already smearing across my thighs. He heaved great, big, deep breaths on my shoulders, then slowly licked and suckled his mouth down my neck, tenderly raking his fingers across my stomach that I thought I would die from the rawness of my feelings.

Bourbon was still inside me, but he was moving so slowly that I knew he was giving us our moment. I twisted my face to Coulter.

Clasping his cheeks, I stared wonderingly into his eyes, taking in the emotions he was feeling for me, bundling them up in a package and storing it in my heart where it would be protected.

Leaning upwards, I kissed him softly, brushing my fingers across his cheek, loving the soft murmured response pressed against my lips: my name, repeated on his lips, over and over. “Rose, Rose, Rose…”

And then Bourbon’s thrusting grew stronger, faster, harsher, and Coulter gripped my jaw, turning my face back at Bourbon.

“Look at what you do to him, Rose. Look how he’s losing his control. How badly he wants you.”

Bourbon’s eyes were closed, his frame heaving with want, his whole body in tune to mine. My hips bucked against his, and Coulter hooked his arms under my thighs again, pulling me upward, spreading me so that Bourbon dove into me deeper and deeper.

My whole frame shook.

Bourbon’s fingers dug into my cunt and I wiggled uncomfortably, breathing heavily as he slammed against me. “I can’t, Bourbon.”

“You going to come for me again.” Bourbon’s deep raspy voice was a command, not accepting anything less. I closed my eyes, and suddenly his fingers ripped up into me, pressing into this spot that had him knuckle deep into my pussy.

Everything exploded.

My spine bowed and I came and came, my cream gushing from me as firecrackers went off in my mind.

I’d never had an orgasm this powerful or all consuming. It made the air in my lungs burn, the world around me crack and explode.

Suddenly, Bourbon grabbed my jawline, shoved his tongue into my mouth and growled out, feverishly. “I can’t resist you, Rose. You’ve barreled into my life like a hurricane and now I need you.” He bit down on my tongue. “You understand me, Rose? I fucking need you.”

Then he came, his whole body shaking with his orgasm as his fingers dug into my cheeks, his cock pulsing inside me, his eyes blazing as he stared at me while he came.

In that moment, it was only Bourbon, and me, and the whole world had crashed around us.