by Aubrey Moyes
“I believe that we can think of something else besides an accidental death. Besides, I think that you know that it was just an accident. I know that might sound like cold comfort, but you didn’t do it out of malice or forethought.” Even during the fight, their manhoods did not diminish more than an inch or so. It was possible that seeing them naked had distracted the Ellian brothers.
“Vanessa is right; brother and you only did what they forced you to do. They didn’t have to come here, but they were desperate and now they are the ones that are going to be shunned by our society.” Michael was behind Vanessa and he was squeezing her ass and pulling the cheeks apart to see those petals split apart. She was already wet and she felt his finger move down the slit and into her again.
“I know that the both of you are trying to make me feel better, but it’s going to take a little while for me to digest the fact that I killed somebody with my own blade.
“I’ve killed before, Marcos and I prayed that you would never feel that kinda weight on your shoulders. It’s not something that somebody can describe to you. It’s the feeling of knowing that a life was gone and you were responsible. I can only tell you that it will get better and that feeling of guilt will turn into a dull ache. You just need to constantly remind yourself that you were doing it for the honor of family.” They were now lifting Vanessa, so that her legs were wrapped around Marcos’s waist.
His staff drove into her with one long persistent stroke. She’d just settled down and was holding her breath, when she felt Michael begin to press forward beside his brother. “I really don’t think I’ll be able to do that.”
“Vanessa, you just need you to relax and then everything will fall into place. You may not think so, but you’d be surprised at what the human body is capable of. Being in this environment, it allows your body to adjust.”
Vanessa tried to stay still, but it was virtually impossible with two cocks trying to rip her apart. Her self lubricating walls were paving the way. She thought that it was an impossibility, but then her eyes went wide. She had no choice and she bit into the shoulder of Marcos.
“I can see why nobody has been able to say with some definitive explanation what this feels like. You don’t know, until you are in a position to feel it yourself. You’re right, Marcos, Vanessa is more than I could ever hope for. She’s tight, wet and so damn hot that she’s most likely going to leave a permanent burn along my shaft.”
Vanessa could do nothing, but hang there in the air with both of these guys penetrating her. They did not move and when they finally did, it was like they were taking her on a roller-coaster ride. She bounced up and down and he actually found herself throwing her hands in the air like she would if she was on a roller-coaster.
“I’m fucking cumming… I’ve never felt like this…before… YESSSSS.” They easily held her up and she began to squirt like a fire hose all over their members. It was too good to last, but that moment was more than she could ever imagine. It was like a wet dream come true and the harsh reality of knowing that she would always be here was now finally sinking in. She thought that she was going to miss earth, but then she realized she had everything here that she was looking for.
She did not have to worry about working and she had multiple canvases that she could draw inspiration from for her photographer.
“If I thought that she was tight before, then I definitely didn’t see anything yet. That’s absolutely amazing. I hope that you’re feeling the same thing as me, Michael.”
They held her there and used her body for their own personal pleasures, while at the same time knowing that this would make them a family. It was almost like they all came to the same conclusion. Vanessa would not be able to pick one over the other and for the first time in Tu’fallian history, the brothers would make a precedent of having one woman between them. There was no law against it, although they would most likely be looked upon as different. It’s not like they didn’t know what that felt like, because being twins was an abomination in the eyes of those that saw them every day.
“I’m cumming again.” Vanessa began to tremble and soon she was shaking with such force that they thought for sure that they were hurting her. That was not the case and she was now feeling an intense pleasure that almost kept her from feeling the two boys getting off themselves.
“I think I’m going to…
“I’m right with you, Michael…
“AHHHHHHHH.” That one long moan was a combination of both brothers’ voices at the same time. They let loose with the cream that was filling their balls. Each one of them had an overabundance stored up and they had no problem giving her their injection of love.
Vanessa felt it deep inside her and she knew instinctively that she would soon have their baby. She would want for nothing and her baby would be loved by parents that were of mixed species.
They lowered her to the ground and then they stumbled back and lay there on the cold floor looking at the ceiling. She lay down in between them and suddenly the ceiling was gone and in its place was a medley of stars. She grabbed for her camera and at first she took pictures of the expressions on the boys’ faces. Then she turned her attention towards the sky above. This was exactly where she wanted to be and her only regret was that she didn’t get a chance to tell her sister goodbye. It was her price to pay for staying here. She was at home in both of their arms and had no intention of leaving paradise.
THE END
Wild Beast
Chapter 1
The snow blanketed the ground outside and continued to fall from the sky. She sipped her coffee and frowned. Trust her mother and stepfather get stranded at the airport three states over. Now she was alone on Christmas.
A knock at the door startled her. With excitement, she bounded down the stairs. She’d just spend her first semester away at college, and she was so excited to talk to her mom about it. “You made it!” she said as she flung open the door.
Her drive instantly changed when she saw who was at the door. Despite the freezing cold temperatures, his wore a leather jacket that was still unzipped at the neck, and of course, he wore nothing to protect his head.
“Cade,” she said with a frown. “What the hell are you doing here?” She crossed her arms to protect herself. Her body always betrayed her whenever her stepbrother was around.
He stared at her like she’d lost her mind. “It’s Christmas.”
“I know, but my mom and your dad flew to Pennsylvania to spend time with your family.”
“Erin, it’s freezing out here. Can I come in before we debate about why I’m not allowed to spend Christmas here?”
She rolled her eyes but stepped aside. Cade brushed the snow off his jacket and filled the doorway as he entered. “Thanks, sis,” he said wryly.
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped. “Why aren’t you in Pennsylvania?”
Her fingers tingled as he stripped his jacket off. As he lifted his arms, she could see just an inch of so of his torso, and her mind immediately flashed back to when she’d spent some time at the beach with him. Six-pack abs. Tanned and smooth skin that was virtually hairless. Perfection.
“If you’d remember anything that came out of my mouth when we were together, you would know that I live here now. I’m starting a business, and New York is the best demographics. Where is Dad and Susan?”
“Pennsylvania,” she said as she crossed her arms. “Because of the snow storm, they’re stuck for at least a few days.”
“So, you’re alone here? No babysitter?”
“Cade. I am nineteen years old. I haven’t needed a babysitter for ten years.”
He smiled at her. “That’s right. You’re at NYU. How was your first semester?”
“It was awesome. My roommate is kind of a bitch, but I think she’s going to fail out next semester anyways. My suitemates, on the other hand, are awesome.” She continued chatting as she followed him into the kitchen and watched as he opened the refrigerator door. “What are you doing?”
<
br /> “I’d like to feed myself. Maybe we can order Chinese.”
“You’re staying?”
Cade peeked over the kitchen door and shrugged. “It took me two hours to make the twenty minute drive, so I’m not exactly ready to drive back. And besides, it’s Christmas. It wouldn’t be very brotherly of me to leave you on Christmas.”
“You’re not my brother,” she snapped.
“No,” he said with a slow smile. “I’m not.”
Erin Silva shook away the memories and stared at her editor. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
Leila frowned. “Erin, you haven’t written anything worthwhile in over a year. I know you wanted to take a hiatus after the veteran’s piece, but you can’t keep surviving off travel blogs. You’re a human interest writer, and The New York Monthly is begging me to get you to write up his profile.”
“Cade Marquis? You want me to do an interview with Cade Marquis?” Erin stared at her friend. “Are you insane?”
“No,” Leila said slowly. “I thought you’d have an issue with the project, not with the subject. What’s going on? Do you know Cade?”
Just thinking about him made her chest tighten. “Yes, I know Cade. And no, I’m not writing a piece on him.”
“That’s going to be a problem.” Leila followed her through the kitchen. “Erin, if you don’t writing again, people are going to forget about you. You have the write this piece. I already told the magazine that you’d do it, and I’ve already informed Cade’s publicist. He agreed to it.”
“The publicist or Cade?” Erin snapped as she whirled around.
Leila halted. “Does it matter?” she said nervously.
“Yes, it matters,” she said tightly. “Who agreed?”
“Cade did. He called me last night and told me it was a great idea. He needs more exposure, and he says he likes your style of writing.”
“Did he now?” Erin rolled her eyes. Trust Cade to sweet talk Leila. For all she knew, he was probably pulling the strings at the magazine as well. Obviously, he’d decided his life was empty without tormenting her.
Leila reached out and grabbed her arm. “Erin, this is a big opportunity for you. What the hell is your relationship with Cade?”
What was her relationship with Cade? “He’s my stepbrother,” she said softly. “His dad, Richard, married my mom when I was sixteen. He was twenty.”
She stopped talking for a moment as she tried to figure out what to say next. “Okay,” Leila said. “So he’s your family. That’s even better. You’ll be able to easily intertwine his past struggles with his present success. What, was he an obnoxious stepbrother?”
Erin snorted. “Please. Cade was too old to bother with me at first. But then, things changed.”
“How so?”
Leila had been her friend since college, and Erin had never told her the story. Mainly because it was too personal, and also because it hurt too much to talk about. “When I was nineteen, I gave Cade my virginity,” she said softly.
“What?” Leila’s mouth dropped open. “You told me Chase Hartfield took you virginity. You lied to me?”
“I lied to Chase too,” Erin said with a wry smile. “It just sort of happened over Christmas one year. Our parents were stuck in Pennsylvania during a snowstorm and couldn’t get home. Cade didn’t get the memo, and came over for Christmas. We were alone for a week before my mom made it back.”
“You spent a week in the bed of Cade Marquis? Your stepbrother? You dirty girl.” Leila perched on a bar stool and leaned over the counter. “Tell me everything!”
Erin rolled her eyes. “Leila, it was six years ago. It didn’t just happen last night.”
“So? That doesn’t mean it’s not forever burned in your memory. God, Erin, Cade practically became a billionaire over night. His consulting business is a huge success. Companies all over the world are trying to hire him. And you spent a week in his bed. I have to know everything.”
Erin stared out the window. “Actually, I don’t really remember it. There was a lot of alcohol involved.” She smiled. “You remember how I was back then. But I do remember that by the end of the week, Cade turned into a complete asshole. He became engrossed in his business, and I started dating Chase. We haven’t really seen each other since then.”
“So it’s not a big deal that you guy spent a week together?”
“Not a big deal,” Erin confirmed with a smile.
“Excellent. Then you won’t have any issues interviewing him. I’ve set up your first meeting for Monday at three. You can spend the next few days doing some background research on him. The Monthly wants the story for next month’s edition which means you have three weeks to interview him and write it.”
“Wait...”
“I’ve got to go, Erin. It’s going to be great. Let me know if you have any questions!”
Her editor blew her a kiss and sailed out of the room, leaving Erin with her mouth hanging open. How had that backfired on her?
* * *
Erin propped her long legs up on the couch arm and leaned back as she munched on her lo mein. “This was a good idea.”
Cade stared at her. Every single voice of logic in his head was screaming for him to get back in his car and drive home. It was far safer for him to battle the blizzard outside than to spend even a few hours alone with her. He was twenty-three, about to start his own business, and a hair’s breath away from getting Sasha Oliver to go to dinner with him. He’s been pursuing her for a year. That was the girl he needed to be spending the evening with, not his nineteen-year-old stepsister.
But there was something about her that was undeniable. Her long dark hair practically reached her waist, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap his fists in it and…
“Earth to Cade.”
He tore his eyes away from her slender body and blinked. “Sorry, I spaced out. What were you saying?”
“I was asked you about you business. Didn’t you say you were setting up shop here?”
He cleared his throat. “It’s a consulting business. I would help others with their own businesses.”
She frowned. “You’re going to start a business to help other people with their businesses? Isn’t that what, like, sixty year old men do?”
“I worked for Simon and Grant for four years,” he pointed out. “And they’re backing me on my business. I’ve got a good mind for business and marketing, but I don’t want to come up with a product. I’d rather market my services, and consulting is what I’m good at. While I was at Simon and Grant, their sales went up seven percent. Do you know how big that is? I was twenty.”
“Okay, I get it,” she laughed. “You don’t have to be so defensive. You’re a guru of business.”
He smiled. He was getting a bit defensive. He wanted to look good for her. “So what are you majoring in?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I love some of the social sciences. I think anthropology and psychology would be fun. I also love history and literature. Right now I’m just taking the core classes while I talk to advisors.”
Her mother used to complain that Erin was all over the place. When she got what she wanted, she grew bored with it several months later. With that kind of track record, it would take her forever to make up her mind about what she wanted to do for a living.
She sat her box down and swung her legs over the side. “I’m going to get a drink. You need anything?”
“Another beer would be nice.” He frowned. “And don’t drink any of it. Your mother will have me castrated if she comes home and you’re drunk.”
“Please,” she rolled her eyes and disappeared in the kitchen. “First off, the beer you drink is disgusting.” She returned a moment later when his beer and a soda for her. She leaned over to put the beer on the table, and he could stare straight down her shirt. “And second of all, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea for me to drink while we’re alone together. You might take advantage of me.”
He struggled not to let
his eyes wander over her breasts that hung freely under her shirt. No bra. That was going to drive him insane.
“You’re not my type,” he said as he casually leaned over to grab his beer. Her face was just inches from his, and all he had to do was lean over and touch her lips to his.
“Cade? What the hell?”
Cade snapped his head up to stare at Trey, his publicist. “What?”
“I’m trying to go over your schedule this week. Where is your head?” Trey folded his arms and glared at his friend. “It’s like talking to a brick wall this morning.”
The rain steadily fell outside the large window that served as Cade’s backdrop. He sat fifteen stories above ground level, and it made him uneasy. He liked the idea of having his feet solidly on the ground, but his team told him that he needed to represent his money.
Still, the rain was soothing, and it lulled Cade into a trance like state. And when Cade’s thoughts wandered, they always landed on her.
“I’m sorry, Trey. I’ve just got a lot on my mind. You have my attention.”
“You would have less on your mind if you’d let me help you,” Trey grumbled. “I’m not just your publicist. I’m your friend as well.”
Cade nodded, an amused smile on his face. “I’m sorry. Please continue.”
“Thank you. You have a meeting with Simon and Grant tomorrow morning to discuss some top-secret project that they’re working on. Then Joshua O’Toole wants to meet with you on Friday, and Erin Silva will be here on Monday to start the interview process. I’d actually like to get ahead of this story, because Silva is known to sometimes take her profiles and run in the opposite direction.”
“Trey, did you O’Toole wants to meet on Friday?”
“Yeah. Is that a problem?”
Joshua O’Toole had been his first investor. Simon and Grant had been his second. He’d always be grateful for O’Toole, but it wasn’t until a few years after he’d established his company that he learned of the rumors. O’Toole was a billionaire baby and always throwing money at new start up companies, but it wasn’t until afterwards that he learned why.
