Touch of Gray 4 - Runaway Moon Rebel Dakota (different e readers txt) 📖

want or expect anything out of you. It’s not going to just be okay because we aren’t actually blood. I get that you might always think of me as your brother. And that’s fine. But I can’t go home and listen to you and Sebastian fuck all the time, sleep with him on occasion and never get to touch you. Never know what it’s like to feel your lips on mine. I just… I can’t, Cole. I can’t go back there.”

“All or nothing then?” I asked, finally understanding what he was trying to tell me.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Okay,” I said. I steeled myself for what I was about to do then reached up and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him toward me and kissing him.

The world melted away as Bryce parted my lips with his tongue, tentatively swiping at my teeth, his hands fisting into my shirt. Only he and I existed, and the fear, the awkwardness, the anger and confusion were nonexistent. I was home. Home in a way I’d never known before.

“Oh thank God.” Sebastian’s voice broke the silence, and Bryce and I both jumped.

Bryce rolled off me, and I sat up quickly, looking around for my boyfriend. Bastian stood a few feet away, his arms crossed over his naked chest and a smile playing at his lips.

“Bast,” I said, looking from him to Bryce and back again, not even sure where to begin explaining.

“Don’t,” Sebastian said, in a warning tone. “Don’t ruin it. In fact, don’t say anything at all because there’s not a word that could come out of your mouth right now that won’t be the wrong thing. I’ve been waiting for the two of you to get to this point for months, and I won’t have you fucking up whatever it was that got you here.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what had gotten us there. All I knew was that I had to do something, anything, to get the hurt look off Bryce’s face. And if what he needed from me was acceptance, I could do that. If it took some physical contact for him to believe I needed him to come home, that was a small price to pay. I wasn’t sure what more I could promise, but I knew I couldn’t survive another month without him in my life.

“We should go,” Bryce said. “There’s still something out in the woods, and the sun will set soon. If I can, I’d prefer to figure out what’s out there before we all shift.”

“No,” Sebastian said, walking between us and putting a hand on each of our chests before running his nails down our fronts. “I’ve waited for this for way too long.”

“Waited for what?” I asked, my tone deep with need. I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted, and it both excited and scared me.

“The two of you are going to fuck me,” he said, his own voice raspy in a way I usually only heard this close to the full moon. “Hard and fast and violent. Do you understand me? I’ve suffered for two months, listening to both of you bitch and whine and moan, and now, I get to reap my reward for it.”

“Sebastian, I don’t think—” Bryce started, but Bastian cut him off.

“No thinking. Just feeling. Just touching.” He pressed himself against Bryce’s front and kissed him. “Just fucking.”

I walked up behind Bast, using my body to pin him between Bryce and me. Bryce captured his lips while I reached between them and wrenched Bastian’s shorts down his legs. He stepped out of them, and I urged his legs apart, running my hands up his thighs and biting his ass cheek hard enough to leave an impression of my teeth in the flesh.

Bastian moaned into Bryce’s mouth, and I caught my brother’s—not my brother. Not my brother. I had to stop thinking that way or I’d never be able to do what Sebastian needed me to do. What Bryce needed me to do. And I could do this. All I had to do was push aside all thoughts of family and focus on hands and mouths and bodies. Later, when we all got home, we’d worry about our feelings.

I was done with that shit for now. I just wanted to fuck my boyfriend while my best friend shoved his cock down Sebastian’s throat. The rest would have to wait.

I stepped back, pulled off my shirt and laid my gun on it on the ground. Sebastian helped Bryce get undressed while I worked on my shoes and jeans. The shifters always wore easy-on-easy-off clothes during the full-moon cycle. If I’d be living with two horny cats again, I might have to invest in some elastic waistbands of my own.

Both men were completely naked when I finally shucked off my pants, and I stared at them, in awe of their firm, bronzed forms. They’d always had more muscle mass than me, but I’d never felt as scrawny before them as I did now. And pale. So pale. My body never saw sunlight, if I could help it.

Sebastian came over to me, kissing me deeply as if to remind me what we were all doing out here in the first place. Not that I could have forgotten. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I wanted to bury it in his ass.

“I want you both to fuck me,” he said against my mouth. “Together.”

“No,” Bryce said from behind him.

We both looked over at him and saw his arms were crossed, and he was shaking his head.

“Why not?” Bastian asked, with a pout.

“Because we’re not doing that out here, you little masochist,” Bryce said. “It’s bad enough to fuck you without actual lube, but we’re not going to injure you by trying to stretch you that wide with nothing but spit.”

“Whoa,” I said, looking wide eyed between the two men, just realizing what Bastian was asking for. “Have you two talked about this before?”

“Yes,” Sebastian confirmed. “And he said, if