A Burning Impulse

Chapter 9

“Eclipse,” Mason called me softly like he used to. His voice, the way he called me, and his footsteps as he neared me reopened my wounds. I wanted to turn around and slap him. At the same time, I wanted to get in the car and run away. I did neither of those. I turned to face him head-on for my sake. If I don’t let go of my past, I will always resent him, and that resentment will keep me attached to him. I didn’t want that. I want to be completely free of him.

“Can I help you?” I asked him. I was neither polite nor rude. I asked him like I would any stranger. Mason looked hurt at my plain response, which made me scoff. Was he expecting me to greet him with love or something like that?

“How are you? I’m sorry I never checke…” Before he could finish his sentence, I interrupted him. “Why is that any of your concern? As far as I know, you are the last person who deserves to ask me that.”

Mason looked pained by my words. Sighed, he said, “I know I lost that right long ago, but still, I want to know if you are doing well.”

“And why would you ask for her well-being after hurting her,” Erebus said, emerging from the shadows. I don’t know when he got there or how long he has been there. Following him was Warren. It seems both brothers are always joined by the hips. Even when I was with Mason, they always seemed to be together. Ignoring Mason after the comment, Erebus said to me, “I hope you are not busy for the drink today too.”

“I’m free,” I blurted out without thinking. I wanted to escape Mason so badly that I ended up in the Lion's Den.

“Let’s go then. Oh, and Mason, treat Ana right. You couldn’t treat Eclipse well, but try to be there for Ana,” Erebus said to Mason before getting into the car. I was trapped in the passenger seat this time while Erebus drove the car, and Warren sat in the back.

“Umm, the thing is, I have…” Warren cut me before I could finish the sentence. “To be somewhere again? Come up with a better excuse next time.”

“I’m not making excuses,” I said in a low voice, giving away the truth. “Anyway, are you a witch or something? How do you always read my mind?”

“You make it too easy for us to read you,” Warren chuckled.

“That’s the first. People often tell me how hard I am to read,” I said.

“Maybe because they are not desperate enough,” Erebus commented.

“And you are?” I asked him. Erebus smiled at my question and said, “Why ask the obvious?”

His response made my heart flutter, and I chose to remain silent on the way to the bar, afraid I might give them too much. After that, I couldn’t remember what had happened. The next thing I knew, I was watching them gulp down alcohol like water while staying sober the whole time. I drank a little partially because I’m not too fond of drinks but also because of the sexy allure they gave off when they drank. When we stepped into the club, they removed their jackets, leaving them with a dress shirt that did nothing to hide their buff, masculine bodies.

Seeing their folded sleeves and exposed chests was enough to awaken my desire.

“It’s nice to wind off like this, right?” Warren asked, twirling the drink in his hand.

“Yes, it is,” I said for the sake of it. I was too busy watching Warren’s arm flex with each twirl of the glass. My mind suddenly filled with the image of them holding my waist from behind as they f**k me.

“Fuc,” I whispered under my breath, not believing how fast I was getting wet. At this rate, my wetness will drip down the seats. Fearing I would jump their bones, I stood up from the chair, “I think I should go home.”

“Let us take you there,” Erebus got up from the seat and picked up his suit.

“No, I can go by myself,” I rasped, my voice deep with desire. Undoubtedly, both brothers could see what they were doing to me right now.

“We will take you home,” Warren said, his tone dominating. Shivers gripped my spine at his tone, and I meekly nodded. I walked to the car in front of them. Warren opened the door for me and got in the passenger seat. Warren bent down to buckle me up, but when our eyes met, we forgot all about going home. We both leaned in together, desperately eating each other out. Our tongues mingled, and I let out the moan of pleasure when I felt his tongue diving deep into my mouth.

Warren lowered the seat of the car and climbed on top of me, all the while kissing me. I gasped when he roughly spread my legs. “Lift your hips.” He whimpered.

(A/n - I want to hear him whimper too.)

I whine-moaned in need as I lifted my ass off the seat and let him slide my pants down and take them off.

“I can smell your smell from earlier, and damn, it's driving me wild,” Warren growled as he inched his hands closer to my needy p***y. I whimpered when his fingers finally touched my clit.

Warren tucked my lower lips as he gently eased his fingers into me. Unlike his hand that was slowly exploring me, his lips were all but devouring me. His lips were giving me a sensation I had never felt before. I never imagined a kiss could be so dirty, passionate, and beautiful.

“f**k, you are dripping,” Warren growled, lowering the seat further. He was almost lying on me, his buff body pressing me down but leaving enough space to move around.

“I want it hard. f**k me harder, Warren,” I whispered, and as if his name rolling off my mouth snapped something in him; he growled like an injured animal and dived his fingers into me hard and fast, like I wanted him to.

Under his thrusts, my hips started bucking on its own. I clutched him closer to me and begged him to go even harder. Warren kissed my neck as he added more fingers and stretched my p***y. Two years of no s*x basically made me a virgin again, so his fingers hurt, but with the hurt came undeniable pleasure that made me fall apart like never before.

“Remember this well, Eclipse. No one will f**k you like us,” Warren said, thrusting his fingers so deep I almost fainted from pleasure. After the warning, he claimed my lips again. He kissed me passionately until I rode my high.

When I came down from high, reality hit me in the face, and I questioned my sanity. I couldn't even blame them either, I willingly spreaded my legs for them, and worse, I wanted to do more than just getting finger-f****d by their fingers.

As if reading my mind, Warren pulled away, licking his fingers clean as he spoke, “Don't worry about it. I know it will take time for you to come to terms with this.”

After gently kissing me on my forehead and covering me with a blanket I always keep in the back seat, they took me home, leaving me with more desires and doubts.

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