Borrowed Beauty

Chapter Eleven: Fake It

Renee

I had eaten an entire pack of breath mints, but I still couldn’t get the fishy taste out of my mouth, thanks to Olivia. Why the f**k would anyone want to eat raw fish anyway? If I wanted raw meat, I could just let my wolf out for a romp in the woods.

As if the vile taste in my mouth wasn’t enough, Brock and Aaron were also annoyed with me. I could feel their displeasure like an arctic chill when we slid into the car together, and both of them seemed to be giving me the proverbial cold shoulder. Aaron was staring out the window and tapping his fingers against the armrest, while Brock was scrolling through his phone. I felt anxiety start to creep up on me as we began the drive back home.

I reached out a hand and trailed it lightly up Aaron’s leg, stopping near the juncture of his thigh. When I started to inch toward the bulge of his manhood, he reached down and caught my wrist. He moved quickly, turning in his seat to face me while using his other hand to catch my chin. He squeezed my jaw in a way that was just short of painful.

His almost-white irises drilled into mine, making me shrink back. “What was all that about?” he growled.

I couldn’t turn my head, but I felt Brock shift on the other side of me, and for the first time, I felt a little unsafe, trapped between them. I couldn’t help the nervous but highly inappropriate titter of laughter that came out of my throat. “It was nothing,” I said, fighting to keep my voice calm. “Just a little fun between sisters.” I searched Aaron’s eyes, “You are twins, don’t you ever razz on each other?”

Of course, it was more than a bit of teasing fun. I had purposely crashed Olivia’s date with the Alpha, and just in time, too. We’d gotten to the table just as Alpha Josiah was about to suck face with my sister. Aaron’s eyes narrowed, as if he knew perfectly well there was more to it, but he finally released his punishing grip on my face.

“That was a stupid move,” he said, pushing my hand away as if it was as distasteful as the assortment of raw fish we’d been subjected to at the table. “Messing with your sister is one thing, messing with Josiah is another.”

“Especially since you dragged us into it,” Brock added. I could now turn my head to see his stern expression. “I’m sorry.” It dawned on me that I had not only made a fool of myself in the restaurant, but I had embarrassed the twins as well. I felt my face heat with an unfamiliar burn of shame, and I realized my mistake could cost me. I lowered my eyes and dipped my chin, hoping the submissive gesture would placate them. “I didn’t think it would be that big a deal.”

Brock’s hand ran through my hair, and fisted into the short length at the back of my neck, pulling hard enough to force my head back. His lips came down on mine in a rough, demanding kiss. I made half an effort to kiss him back, but my body didn’t seem to be responding to them as readily as it usually did. Something felt off, and I guessed it was just a reaction to their disapproval, which was all the more reason I had to win back their affection now. So I faked a sound of pleasure and reached for him.

Brock released my hair so that he could pull me onto his lap, an awkward maneuver, even in the roomy backseat of the limousine. I managed to straddle his thighs, and he pushed the hem of my skirt up to my hips. I glanced behind me. The glass partition between the front of the cab and the back was open. I waited for one of the guys to hit the button to close it for privacy, but neither of them did. When I reached for the controls on the armrest, Brock grasped my hand and pulled it back.

They were leaving it open on purpose. The driver would hear everything, and with a slight adjustment of the rearview mirror, he could see everything too. I had the uncomfortable feeling that this was their way of disciplining me, and the thought made me shiver.

Brock reached for the zipper of my dress and dragged it down my back, while Aaron scooted closer to unhook my bra. At least I had my back to the driver, I thought vaguely, as his hands began to rub the bare skin of my back. Aaron peeled the dress down so that all of my clothing was bunched around my hips. While Aaron occupied himself massaging my breasts, Brock leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes and willed myself to forget about the driver, and just concentrate on the pleasure of their touch.

Just go with it, I told myself. Make them forget that I’d made a stupid scene in the restaurant.

Aaron was pushing me back toward his knees so that he could unzip his pants, and Brock had pushed my panties to one side so that his fingers could find my s*x. But for the first time ever, when his finger invaded, I was as dry as the Sahara. That didn’t deter him in the least though, as he withdrew his hand, spit on his fingers, and went back down, using his saliva as lubrication. When his fingers found my clit and began circling it with slow, sure strokes, I felt myself relaxing into the sensation.

His fingers left me so that he, too, could free his c**k from the confines of his trousers, and I wondered exactly how this was supposed to work. But the next thing I knew, I was being expertly rearranged, and I had a distinct suspicion that they had done this before. They shifted on the bench seat so that they were semi-facing each other, and I was turned to sit on Brock facing outwards.

When I looked up, I saw the driver's eyes on me in the rearview mirror.

“Relax,” Brock murmured in my ear, “Just enjoy it. Imagine how much he wants you right now.”

Thankfully, the windows were tinted and none of the passing motorists could see what was going on in the back of the car. I only hoped that the driver didn’t get so distracted that he caused an accident. The only way I could possibly relax and enjoy it was to close my eyes, and shut out the stranger’s hungry stare.

Now it was Brock’s hands that were on my breasts, massaging them, pinching my n*****s, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger while Aaron was wrestling my underwear down my legs. When he’d removed the scrap of fabric, he pushed my thighs apart, baring my core. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and just a little bit…thrilled.

Imagine how much he wants you.

He wants me, but he can’t have me. I felt heat begin to flush my skin, and I no longer had to fake my response. When Aaron leaned his head down and traced his tongue up my slit, the moan that escaped my lips was authentic. I reached down to cradle his head closer, urging him to apply more pressure to my bud of pleasure. He responded by grazing the sensitive nub with his teeth, making my body spasm in response. The two of them brought me right to the edge of ecstasy, only to leave me hanging, panting for release.

The next thing I knew, Brock had pushed my shoulders forward, and his c**k slid inside from underneath me. I hissed in satisfaction as I was filled and stretched to capacity. And as he held my hips and thrust into me, I found Aaron pressing my face toward his erect and eager member. I willingly took him in my mouth.

Why…did the taste and texture somehow remind me of octopus?