Theirs To Take(73)

“That’s not true, Evangeline. Not even close.”

“Eva, we do care. Please, sit down. Please,” Syn implored.

It took both of them to finally get her to sit back down.

“Do you mean what you just said?” Syn asked.

She thought about it, looking as though she were going through every word in her head. Then she looked up at them, nodding.

“What do you want, exactly?” Gabriel asked.

“I want you to not make me go. I want to stay here with you. I want it to be like it was those weeks at the house in Mexico.”

“What about your father? He’s a political figure. This could be a scandal he neither wants nor needs.”

“This is his last term. He’s retiring. As for him wanting this, he’s my father. He wants me to be happy — and I’m not happy. Not now. I’m alone and I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you. I love you. Both of you.”

“Evangeline,” Gabriel began.

Syn put a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder to halt his words.

“I want you,” she continued, her eyes on Gabriel as she stepped closer, unbuttoning her blouse and slowly sliding it from her shoulders. She pushed her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it before reaching back to unhook her bra which she dropped on top of the pile. She shifted her eyes from Gabriel’s to Syn’s as she pushed her panties off. “And I need you,” she said, coming to kneel before them in a perfect posture, her knees wide, her hands, palms turned upward, resting on her thighs. “Please,” she whispered, her eyes searching theirs, pleading with them before she lowered her lashes and bowed her head.





Gabriel looked at her, at how small, how fragile she looked kneeling naked before them exactly as they’d taught her. His chest felt full to the point of pain. He loved her. There was no doubt of that. Hell, he’d known that for a very long time.

Swallowing hard, he laid his hand on the top of her head, holding it there. He’d missed the feel of her thick, soft hair, of intertwining his fingers in it, pulling it. She didn’t make a sound as he tugged, turning her face up to his, the tears at the corners of her eyes betraying her pain.

“Clasp your hands behind your back,” he said, his voice harder.

She did.

Syn knelt behind her, his hands coming around to cover her breasts before pinching both nipples hard, causing her to suck in a breath. He held tight though, kissing her neck, her exposed throat.

“You want this?” Gabriel asked, tugging harder on her hair as he undid his jeans.

Syn moved a hand down between her legs, taking her clit between thumb and forefinger.

“You want us,” Gabriel continued, his thick cock now inches from her face. “Like this, always?” he asked, pressing the head of it to her ready mouth, giving her a taste as Syn moved his other hand behind her. Gabriel knew the instant his brother’s finger pressed against her back hole because she rose up a little, taking Gabriel’s wrist, not quite trying to free herself, but holding there.

“This is how it will be with us,” he continued, neither he nor his brother letting up. “Always. Two Masters to serve, to obey.”

“To love,” she managed, her voice thick with lust, courage and strength in her steady gaze.

Syn rose to his feet then, giving Gabriel a nod. Gabriel looked down once more at the still kneeling Evangeline and slowly pulled her to her feet. His hand in her hair turned to cup rather than grip and he drew her toward him, kissing her hard. She melted against him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her mouth opening to him.#p#分页标题#e#

“I love you,” he whispered once, their eyes locked. “Never doubt that.”

Their kiss deepened but Gabriel felt the pull when Syn wanted his turn, taking her from him, her mouth having barely left his before Syn’s closed over hers and he whispered those same words.

“I love you, Eva.”





My body yielded easily to them and I could no longer tell the difference between their touch. Two sets of hands explored every inch of flesh, my mouth never left unused. From Syn’s sensual kiss to Gabriel’s fierce one, my eyes opening only in time to see the exchange, to see the powerful bodies of the men I loved bared to me. From one to the other I went, one pinching, the other caressing, pain and pleasure like a sort of duet, an inseparable pair — just like them. This was how it would be with the brothers, always.

I tasted them in turn as they tasted me, leaving no part of me untouched while I lay on the large ottoman, Gabriel in my mouth, Syn with his on my pussy. I felt my throat open as Gabriel’s cock filled me deeply. His movements were slow, his gaze intent on me while Syn worked my pussy, sucking my clit hard until I could take no more, my moaning sounding strange around Gabriel’s thick cock as I came, my hips bucking, grinding myself against Syn’s tongue.