Page 33 of Are You Gonna Run?
His voice is so growly and deep against my ear, I don’t know how I’ll ever keep quiet. “Yes,” I say quickly. “I understand.”
With one fluid thrust, he sinks deep inside of me, a low groan leaving him that reminds me of home. This man — this tornado of a man — barreled his way into my life and rewrote everything I know of pleasure and comfort without my permission, and I have the strangest fucking urge to thank him for it.
“Oh, baby. This pussy was begging for it, wasn’t she?”
He starts to move in and out teasingly slow, the controlled motions in complete contrast to how hard he’s holding onto my hips.
It’s maddening, and yet every time he bottoms out, I feel it through every inch of my body.
The wolf and the bear are still guarding us like sentries, so as Eris snaps his hips a little harder, I brace my hands on their shoulders. The least they could do is help keep me upright while I’m getting fucked behind them.
Holy shit, they’re strangers to me and I’m getting fucked right behind them. It’s so hot I feel my pussy clench, making his fingers tighten painfully. It gives me what I crave. Immediately, he starts fucking me harder.
The wolf laughs and steps in a little closer with a shake of his head. It gives me more coverage and more leverage to stay upright, so I don’t give a shit what he’s laughing at. It feels too good to care.
“Oh god,” I moan, rocking back as I struggle to stay on my toes. “Eris!”
“I got you, baby.” He bears some of my weight and fucks up into me faster. “Look at all these people, Rowyn. Do you think they know you’re being taken apart back here?”
“I hope so. Fuck, don’t stop.”
My nails dig into the shoulders of our sentries as I feel an orgasm building fast, threatening to buckle my knees. The air is hot around me as Eris lifts me off the ground and fucks me like we’re at home, not in the middle of a party surrounded by his friends. It’s enough to send me over. My body twitches as I scream his name and come all over his cock, making him growl as the two men shift and curse under their breath in front of me.
It’s enough to send my man over, my name falling from his lips as he breeds me right here and wraps both of his arms around me tightly so I can’t move. I feel the desperate cants of his hips like he didn’t want this to end, but the insistent throbbing inside of me tells me it’s over.
God, he’s pumping me so full.
His heart is pounding against my back almost as hard as mine is in my chest, making me feel closer to him. This is ours. “Who are these people?” I laugh, reachingup to take the mask off Mr. Wolf with Eris still inside of me.
Except... Eris can’t be inside of me, because he’s in front of me. The entire world tilts as he smiles at me. How could he —
Panicking, I rip the bear’s mask off and nearly black out. Eris is there, too. His smile is sideways and goofy, but there he is. There’s two of them. Is this a joke?
Yanking myself out of the fox’s grip, I spin around and tear his mask away, only to get even more lightheaded.
I’m having a stroke.
“What the hell?” I whisper. “Is this makeup? What—”
I’m so dizzy I sit down on the floor right there, trying to make sense of this.
After tucking himself away, Eris crouches down to meet my eyes before I can lose my shit. “These are my brothers. I’ve told you about them. The bear was Evan, the wolf was Enzo.”
Sure, he told me about his brothers, but he left out the fact that they all had the same face.
“You couldn’t have thrown an ‘I’m a fucking identical triplet’ into our two truths and a lie game?” I blurt out. “Ortold me you lived with your carbon copy brothers when we went to your house? Or warned me at all before this?”
All three of them laugh. “Yeah, probably. But once I got this idea, I thought it’d be a fun way for you to meet them. They stayed above the clothes, right?” There’s a look in his eyes that tells me this was one of his rules, but I honestly don’t know what to tell him.
“Maybe? I—” Wow, it’s weird seeing three of him. Now that I know, it’s a little easier to tell mine apart, but damn. They’rehot.“I don’t know. Probably.”
His gaze flicks up to his brothers threateningly as both of them take a step back. “Hey, we didn’t cross any of your lines,” Enzo says. “I might have grazed her leg a little bit, but damn, bro...” I search for any sort of distinguishing marks to tell them apart, taking note of the scar under Enzo’s eye and a tattoo of an upside down cross behind Evan’s ear. “Holding back was hard, she’s too pretty.”
“She’s fucking stunning, and all mine.” Gripping my chin, he brings my lips to his before whispering, “Do you believe me now, Burrito? Do you believe I’ll fulfill every fantasy you have?”
Yeah, and then some. Fantasies I wasn’t even sure I had.
For the tiniest, briefest moment, I wonder what it would be like if Eris had no rules at all and I got all three of them — then I remind myself I couldn’t handle it and wouldn’t want to even if I could. Eris is enough... maybe more than enough.
