Bella
I was shaking with a heady mixture of fear and anticipation. Wyatt’s beautiful blue eyes glimmered with unshed tears as he stared at me in disbelief. He grasped my face in his hands. “Thank you, Bella.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “Thank you for trusting me.”
He handled me gently, turning me over onto my back. I thought Byron would leave the room, but he didn’t. He arranged himself against the headboard and cradled my head in his lap. His presence only made me feel that much safer and that much more cared for. He stroked my hair gently out of my face and smiled at me encouragingly. If he was angry that I chose his brother, there was no indication.
Wyatt moved over me, his strong arms supporting his body so that he didn’t crush me under his weight. His lips moved over my skin, barely brushing the surface. Goosebumps erupted everywhere his lips moved, making me shiver with delight. I snaked my hands through his long hair, working it loose from the band that always kept it trapped at the nape of his neck. I liked it loose. It made him look wild, dangerous, and exciting. The look was such a stark contrast to his meticulous nature, I loved it. I loved everything about these brothers.
His mouth moved over my breasts, nuzzling and licking before he finally latched on to one nipple. I gasped and jerked underneath him. I had a fleeting moment of being self-conscious. I was too thin, my breasts were too small, and my skin was scarred and ugly. Wyatt, however, wasn’t complaining about the size of my breasts as he nipped at the sensitive tips, and then sucked first one and then the other. Electric shocks went straight from my breasts to my loins, making me ache with need.
I wanted more, I needed more.
I pulled on his hair. I’m not sure if I was trying to pull him away, to stop the sweet torture, or if I was trying to pull him closer for more sweet torture.
I almost cried when he left my breasts and moved lower. His kisses rained over my ribcage. I hated the way my bones protruded, but he kissed and nibbled, and then licked the sensitive skin, making me forget all my imperfections. He made me feel beautiful. He made me feel desirable. He made me feel all kinds of things I’d never felt in my life.
He kept sinking lower, reaching my navel, and dipping his tongue into the indent. I’d never thought of my belly button as an erogenous zone, but his hot tongue darting in and out was a sweet promise of what was to come.
He reared back on his knees and looked down at me, his eyes almost black with desire. I thought this was it, this was the moment he would enter me. I clenched my thighs together, not to deny him access, but to try and quench that burning need at my core. He pulled down his shorts and wriggled out of his clothes, giving me a full view of his erect member. It was even larger than I thought, I realized with a gulp, and instinctively reached for Byron as if he could comfort me.
“Don’t be afraid Bella. You were made for us,” Byron murmured, his hands reaching down to massage my breasts, as Wyatt turned his attention to my thighs. He stroked them and kissed the soft inner skin, starting at my knee, and working his way up with agonizing slowness. I loved it when he used his teeth and grazed the skin. I almost wished he would bite harder, kiss harder... I just wanted more! More of something, to put out this raging inferno. But instead of quenching it, he just kept fanning the flames. I was breathing hard and had to bite my lip to keep embarrassing sounds from escaping from my mouth.
He was staring at me, staring at the apex of my thighs. I wish I could know what he was thinking, but his expression was intense and unreadable. He took hold of my legs and gently pressed them apart, making the aching need explode. My senses were in overdrive, my skin was electrified. I could smell the combined scents of our desire, not only mine, and Wyatt’s but Byron’s also. It was heady and euphoric, but it was nothing compared to the sensation I had when his fingers parted my folds, and the rough pad of his thumb stroked across my clitoris. I bucked beneath him as though I had been shocked by an electric current. He slid his fingers lower and dipped his index finger into my most private place, coating his finger with my slick fluids. He used my own juices to lubricate my bud as his finger swirled around it.
I could no longer stifle my moaning. Byron was still playing with my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, and pinching them slightly. Wyatt’s fingers were stroking me expertly until I couldn’t control myself, I was rocking my hips against his hand, begging for more with my body. I couldn’t even pull together a coherent thought, I just wanted him to fill the empty place in my core. He no longer had to hold my legs apart, because I was spreading them wide for him, bracing my heels against the bed so that I could rock my pelvis into his hands.
He slipped two fingers into my vagina, and I cried out in frustration. Yes, I wanted this, and NO, it wasn’t enough. Fingers were not what I wanted, even as my body clenched around them. Byron leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Come for us, sweetheart.”
I didn’t know what he was asking, and my lust-fogged brain could not comply with anything. I was lost in the sensations, my eyes were drifting closed, I felt the most awesome swelling of pleasure and tension building.
“Look at me, Bella. Look into my eyes. I want to see you when you come.” Wyatt commanded. I had to obey, peeling open my eyes and meeting his smoldering eyes. When our gazes were locked he curled his fingers inside me, stroking a spot I never knew existed inside me. My body exploded around him. The walls of my vagina clamped around his fingers, and my legs trembled and spasmed. The cry that came from my mouth sounded more animal than human.
“Good girl,” Byron whispered, his breath hot against my ear. In the next moment I felt pressure against my mound. The tip of his erection was pushing insistently against my lips. He parted my folds and slid inside, filling me, stretching me with his impossible width.
His gaze locked with mine; his beautiful eyes concerned. “Are you okay my love?”
I nodded mutely, catching my lip between my teeth again.
He pressed in further until he was stopped by my maidenhead. “Bella,” he managed between his clenched teeth. I saw his neck bulging with his effort to maintain control over his body and his desire. “This will hurt, but only for a minute.”
I nodded dumbly. I didn’t care, I just wanted him inside me, fully. He thrust fully, tearing through the thin veil of my virginity. There was a burning pain, and I stiffened under him, but as he promised, it passed, only to be replaced by that aching need to have him feel me completely. “Wyatt!” I moaned, pressing against him, “Please.”
He shuddered and thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt. There was another fleeting moment of discomfort as his member stretched my tight body. But it felt right, it felt perfect. The pain faded away and was replaced by waves of pleasure. He leaned over me so that he could fully leverage himself to thrust into me. I rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts with my hips, still begging with my body, still needed more.
While Wyatt was penetrating me, Byron never stopped worshiping as much of my body as he could reach from his seated position. He stroked my hair, my face, my neck, trailed his fingers up my arms and fondled my breasts. It was hard to pay attention to him, even as Wyatt was pounding into my body. It was almost as if they were one man, both of them determined to pleasure me to death.
The second orgasm was even stronger than the first. I cried out again as my insides rippled around Wyatt’s shaft, stroking him, milking him until he stiffened and released with a roar, joining me in orgasm. Without realizing exactly what was happening, Byron’s lips closed around my neck, and his teeth sank into my shoulder, right at the juncture. Pain and pleasure rocketed through me, doubling my orgasm. Not to be outdone by his brother, Wyatt pulled me into an upright position, without ever withdrawing his member from my body. He stared deeply into my eyes. ”I love you, Bella,” he whispered fiercely, just before he claimed the other side of my neck.
Two mates, two identical marks.