“I regret this is the way we met face to face. I’ve been watching you from afar, following from a distance after what happened with Crosby. He is making a remarkable recovery recuperating from his injuries,” He informed me and his hand remained steadfast on my knee.
I noticed his injuries were healing faster than humanly possible.
“My head is swimming with everything I’ve learned, no thanks to you and your brothers. I’ve been known to hold a grudge and keeping me in the dark hurts me deeply. It disappoints me to think you couldn’t trust me with the truth after all the time we've spent talking to one another. How can I possibly trust what you have to say when you haven’t given me the same courtesy?” I questioned and found my hands on theirs, feeling an electrical charge of energy making my thighs twitch noticeably in my khaki pants.
“That’s fair and I take full responsibility,” He conceded. It took a big man to admit his mistakes.
Wesley was amazingly quiet and it obviously came from years of practice in several meditative arts. He had shared with me some of his knowledge. It wasn’t enough to stop the building of anger inside of me, but I probably would have made a scene without it, and I thanked the calming influence of Wesley’s words that kept me from doing something I would have regretted.
“I do feel I know the three of you in some small part. Your voices have been a never-ending comfort to me. Each of you gave me different tools but the one thing I wanted the most was the truth. I really did think I was losing my mind. It took a lot for me to come to terms with hearing voices in my head.” I thought about Daniel and how his death had bee
n glossed over, like they were willing to sweep it underneath the rug.
I was never going to let them do that.
“The others don’t need to know how long we have been communicating. It was like you were screaming at us for help when you turned sixteen. It was my intention of weaning you into learning of your position of becoming the chosen one. Time has this funny way of slipping through your fingers like sands through an hourglass. It appears some of what Wesley has been preaching has rubbed off on me.” Their hands were gradually and almost imperceptibly climbing up my legs causing them to spread in an unspoken invitation to get a little closer to the heat of my crotch.
I was fighting and my willpower was falling short, until Callan took it upon himself to turn my lips toward him. He leaned forward and my lips quivered when his tongue circled the shape of my mouth. He had my undivided attention while pulling down the zipper of my pants to snake his fingers into the opening.
My panties were soaking wet and I could feel him tracing the outline of those lips through the material. I didn’t need the drama and everything was temporarily forgotten, including them holding the information about me being the chosen one over my head.
He kissed me lightly at first touching my lips with the tip of his tongue. I sighed deeply and my mouth parted to encourage his bad behavior. He delved deeper tickling the roof of my mouth and igniting those nerve endings sending signals below my waist. I shifted nervously on the rock and my legs spread a little wider with another stronger presence finding its way between my legs.
They were both struggling to peel back the layer of fabric separating them from the heat of my core. It was a pure choice and there was no mistaking the hungry need to consume them. It was almost instinctual like breathing and his tongue in my mouth poured fuel to the fire. I moaned when they both penetrated me with a finger at the same time. I opened up like a blooming rose with the petals widening for their tactile inspection.
“God damn…you are so fucking wet.” Wesley’s words conveyed his desire and he converged until he was on his knees with my thighs pressed up against his ears.
Callan had his hand on the back of my neck, scratching lightly at the surface of my delicate skin. His fingers made me succumb, he had somehow cracked through the wall of my resolve. My whimper of submission was captured within his mouth and my toes curled inside my shoes, when Wesley applied the right kind of pressure to those lips.
The flutter of his tongue was simply something I couldn’t ignore. The kiss on both pairs of lips had me spending my energy on trying to refuse their advances. It was impossible to say no when everything in my being was screaming yes.
I felt the stabbing motion of Wesley’s tongue. He was well informed about what it took to touch a woman in the right way. Those buttons became my weakness and I could feel his fingers stretching the opening of my zipper for better access.
My legs curled around his neck locking my ankles in place. Being seduced by two men wasn’t something I had consciously thought about but my dreams could be rather naughty when left to their own devices.
A hand came in contact with my breasts and two fingers pinched my right nipple. The added stimulation had me squirming, with the sound of Wesley’s sloppy exploration of my flesh quite vivid in my mind. I was a blazing star and those fireworks behind my eyes had me throwing my head back, temporarily letting go of the pair of lips which seemed to have a mind of their own.
I wanted more and they were willing to satisfy my every whim. Callan attacked my neck and my low guttural moan echoed in the night air. Wesley was tapping his tongue to my clit with two fingers guided by my greedy little hole. He was touching me in a way to ignite the sensation of my G-spot giving it the required attention to make it explode.
I was about to see God but I had the good sense to push them both away before it was too late. I could’ve easily allowed them to overpower me right there on the ground.
They looked at me sheepishly and there were the makings of a smirk on their faces by how easily they had played my body like a musical instrument.
“I want to go home. You’ve given me a lot to think about. I’m starting to understand there’s no place that I’m going to be safe from the two of you. I get overtaken by this need and you are taking advantage of it. I can’t blame you and I’m practically giving it away. There is only a little while left and I can’t let what happens here influence my decision. I’m still trying to figure out if this is what I really want and being with the two of you is clouding my judgment.” I walked away from them and they chased after me without saying a word to defend their actions.
I made my way back to the truck with them hot on my heels.
I got in the truck with the keys I had taken from Daniel’s body. They were in my rearview mirror standing there looking confused but still smiling like idiots. I shook my head in disbelief. It was no wonder they hadn’t wanted to get close to me before, when we couldn’t seem to control those animal urges.
Chapter Eleven
I needed some time to think with everything weighing heavily on my shoulders. They had bombarded me with too much information and finding my happy place in the forest away from everything gave me time to find perspective. Camping in solitude was my way of getting back to what was considered normal. It was too bad I didn’t have Daniel around but I couldn’t seem to stay mad at him. His death caught me by surprise and his betrayal was like a cold slap to the face.
None of that mattered and I couldn’t speak ill of the dead. It was nice to hear him speak candidly about his reluctance to play along. Daniel was a good man at heart and I felt we could have had something special but it was ruined because of the awakening.
I could still feel how Callan and Wesley had somehow known what I needed in that moment. It was like we were connected, tethered together in some kind of dangerous game. The result was uncanny and the physical need to touch them was almost too much to ignore. They had this ability to drive me crazy with only a few short hours until my birthday was on the horizon.
The fire was warm to the touch and the flicker of the flames reminded me of their ritual. I could live relatively comfortably with nobody around for miles. I sighed with contentment but there was one thing missing. I needed a warm body and the feeling of being subdued for the sake of pleasure.