Chapter 16 Morning light filters through the warehouse windows, painting the room in soft gold and shadow. I blink awake slowly, disoriented for a moment before remembering where I am. The events of yesterday come rushing back-Mother, the power of attorney, the mysterious procedure-but the panic that accompanied those revelations feels somehow more distant in the gentle morning light. I'm still in bed, nestled between two warm bodies. Carefully, I turn my head to study them in their sleep. They look so peaceful like this, so eerily similar yet utterly different. Arson lies on his back, one arm thrown above his head, his features softened in sleep in a way they never are when he's awake. The perpetual tension, the barely controlled rage that seems to animate him-all of it smoothed away by unconsciousness to reveal the beauty beneath. Aries sleeps curled on his side facing me, his breath warm against my shoulder. There's a vulnerability to him in sleep that he rarely allows himself to show anymore, a softness that captivity and betrayal have stripped from his waking hours. His hair is tousled, falling across his forehead in a way that makes him look younger, more like the boy I grew up with than the hardened man he's becoming. It strikes me, watching them like this, how much pain lies beneath their identical faces. Different wounds, different scars, but the same underlying hurt-of abandonment, of not being seen for who they truly are. The same pain I've carried my whole life. Maybe that's why we've found each other now. Three broken pieces from the same fractured puzzle. I shift carefully, trying to extract myself without waking them. I need coffee, I need space to think, and I need a moment to myself before diving back into the chaos that has become my life. But as I attempt to slide away, a strong arm snakes around my waist and tugs me back. "Where do you think you're going?" Arson's voice is rough with sleep, his eyes still closed despite his firm grip. "Coffee," I whisper, trying not to wake Aries. "I'll be right back." "Mmm. No." His arm tightens, pulling me closer to his warm body. "Stay." His eyes open then, hazel and intense even through the fog of sleep. The peaceful expression from moments ago has vanished, replaced by something hungrier, more intentional. He studies my face, then glances at his sleeping brother before returning his attention to me. "You look good in the morning," he murmurs, his hand sliding up from my waist to brush hair from my face. "All soft and warm." The compliment brings heat to my cheeks. I'm not used to this side of him-this gentleness that appears in unexpected moments, catching me off guard. "I probably look a mess," I deflect, suddenly self-conscious of my tangled hair and sleep-creased face. "No," he says simply, his thumb tracing my lower lip in a way that sends shivers down my spine. "You look perfect." Before I can respond, he leans forward and captures my mouth with his. The kiss is softer than I expect from him, almost tender in its exploration. His hand cups my face, holding me as if I'm something precious, something that might break or disappear if handled too roughly. It's a stark contrast to the fierce claiming of our previous encounters, and somehow more dangerous for its gentleness. I respond despite myself, my body melting into his touch, into the warmth and comfort he offers. The kiss deepens, his tongue teasing at the seam of my lips until I open for him. Heat builds between us, slow and insistent. His hand slides from my face down my neck and my shoulder, coming to rest at my hip, where he squeezes lightly. I'm so lost in the sensation that I almost forget we're not alone until I feel movement on my other side. Aries shifts in his sleep, murmuring something inaudible, his arm draping across my waist just below Arson's. Arson breaks the kiss, his eyes darting to his brother before returning to me with a wicked gleam that makes my pulse quicken. "We should wake him," he suggests, voice pitched low. "Don't you think?" There's a challenge in his tone, in the slight quirk of his eyebrow. He's testing boundaries-mine, Aries's, the fragile truce that formed between us last night. "I-" I start, but don't get to finish as Arson shifts, rolling me gently onto my back. He hovers over me, his weight supported on one elbow while his free hand traces lazy patterns on my stomach where my shirt has ridden up during sleep. "You made the rules, remember?" he reminds me, lips brushing my ear as he speaks. "If I have you, he has to be present. Well, he's present." His teeth graze my earlobe, drawing a small gasp from me. "Even if he's not fully...conscious." The implied suggestion sends a rush of heat through me that has nothing to do with embarrassment. There's something forbidden, something thrilling about the idea of Aries waking to find us like this. About watching his face as he realizes what's happening. "What are you thinking about?" Arson asks, clearly reading the desire in my expression. "Tell me." "Him," I admit, the honesty surprising even me. "Watching us. Joining us." Something flashes in Arson's eyes-possession, jealousy, excitement, or some complex mixture of all three. "You want us both at the same time," he says, not a question but a statement of fact. I nod, unable to deny it. "Is that wrong?" "No," he says after a moment, his hand still making those maddening circles on my skin. "It's honest. And that's all I've ever wanted from you, Lilian. Honesty." He kisses me again, harder this time, more demanding. His hand slides higher under my shirt, skimming the underside of my breast without quite touching where I want him most. It's a tease, deliberate and calculated to make me arch into him, seeking more contact. I comply without thinking, pressing closer, my body responding to his with a will of its own. The movement causes Aries to shift beside us, but his breathing remains deep and even. He's still asleep, unaware of what's happening just inches away. Arson pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his expression darkening with intent. "I want to taste you," he says, the words sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. "And I want him to wake up and see exactly what he's been missing." Before I can respond, he's shifting down my body, pushing the blankets aside as he goes. His hands find the waistband of my sleep shorts, tugging gently in silent question. I hesitate for only a moment before lifting my hips in permission. This is madness, part of me knows-to allow this while Aries sleeps beside us, to cross boundaries that can never be uncrossed. But a larger part, a hungrier part, doesn't care about consequences or complications. It wants only the release, the connection, the temporary oblivion these two men offer. Arson slides my shorts down slowly, his gaze never leaving mine as inch by inch, he reveals bare skin. I'm not wearing underwear-didn't think to put any on before collapsing into bed last night-and the realization makes his pupils dilate, swallowing the hazel of his irises. "Beautiful," he murmurs, settling between my legs, his broad shoulders nudging my thighs apart. "So beautiful." The position is vulnerable, exposing, and I fight the urge to cover myself. Instead, I watch him watching me, fascinated by the naked desire in his expression, the way he looks at me like I'm something precious and wild all at once. Beside us, Aries remains asleep, oblivious to the tableau unfolding next to him. His face remains peaceful, his breathing deep and regular. The contrast between his innocence and what Arson and I are about to do adds an extra layer of forbidden excitement that I'm not proud of but can't deny. "He's going to be so jealous when he wakes up," Arson murmurs, his breath warm against my inner thigh. "Finding out what he missed while he was dreaming." His words send a shiver through me-anticipation, guilt, desire all mingled together into something intoxicating. I shouldn't want this complicated dynamic, this twisted triangle we've created. I shouldn't crave the possessive looks, the competing attention, the knowledge that both brothers want me with an intensity that borders on obsession. But I do. God help me, I do. Arson's mouth finds me then, his tongue parting my folds in a long, slow lick that has my hips bucking off the bed. He pins me down with one strong forearm, keeping me still as he explores, savors, devours. Each stroke sends shock waves of bliss rippling through my body, building on the last until I'm trembling, panting, my fingers fisting in the sheets. It's too much and not enough all at once. I need more, need him inside me, need the stretch and burn and fullness only he can provide. But he seems content to tease and to torment, bringing me to the edge again and again, only to back off just before I tumble over. A whimper escapes my throat as he seals his lips around my clit, sucking hard. My hand flies to his hair, gripping the dark strands as I try to hold him in place and urge him on. But he resists, lifting his head to shoot me a wicked grin. "Patience," he chides, nipping at my inner thigh. "We wouldn't want to finish before your other lover joins the party." As if on cue, Aries stirs beside us, a sleepy groan rumbling from his throat as consciousness returns. I freeze, suddenly aware of how this must look-me splayed out half naked with Arson's head between my thighs. For a moment, the only sound is our mingled breathing, heavy with anticipation. Then Aries's eyes flutter open, hazy with sleep before sharpening into focus as he takes in the scene before him. "What the hell?" His voice is thick with confusion and dawning anger. He pushes up onto one elbow, gaze darting between Arson and me, a muscle ticking in his clenched jaw. Arson lifts his head, meeting his brother's furious stare with a smug, unrepentant grin. "Morning, sunshine. Nice of you to join us." "What are you doing?" Aries growls, sitting up fully now. The blankets pool around his waist, his bare chest heaving with agitation. "What does it look like?" Arson retorts, one hand still resting possessively on my thigh. "I'm giving our girl what she needs. What she craves. Don't interrupt, but you can watch as I make her scream, then fuck her mouth as a reward for being my little brat." Aries's eyes flash with fury and possessive jealousy. "She's not just yours," he snarls, reaching out to grab my arm and yank me toward him, away from Arson's touch. "And she's not some toy for you to use." I gasp at the sudden movement, caught off balance as Aries yanks me into his lap. His skin is warm and fevered against mine, his arms banding around me like steel bars, holding me caged. I can feel the hard line of his cock pressing against me already, straining through thin fabric, and the contact makes my pulse trip into a frantic rhythm. Arson sits back on his heels, unfazed by his brother's show of dominance. He smirks, hazel eyes glinting like he's already plotting his next move. "Oh, but she likes being used," he taunts, voice low and mocking. "Don't you, Lilian? You want to be passed between us, want us to fight over who gets to fuck you first. Makes you wet, doesn't it-knowing we both want you so badly we're seconds from losing control." Heat licks up my throat. I flush, humiliated and aroused, unable to deny the dark thrill his words ignite. It's twisted. It's wrong. But some desperate, shameful part of me craves this-being fought over, obsessed over, reduced to nothing but the prize between them. The center of their rivalry. The toy they'll break to prove who owns me. Aries's arms tighten around me, his breath hot against my neck. "Is that true?" he demands, a thread of vulnerability beneath the anger in his voice. "Do you want him more than me?" "No," I breathe, twisting in his lap to face him. My hands come up to frame his face, thumbs stroking along his jaw. "I want you both. I need you both." Something flares in his hazel eyes, hot and intense. "Show me," he commands roughly. "Show me you need me as much as him." Desperation claws at my throat. I surge forward, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. It's all tongues and teeth, messy and consuming. I pour every ounce of desire, every shred of need into the press of my lips, the slide of my tongue against his. He groans into my mouth, hands fisting in my hair to hold me close. I can feel him hardening beneath me, his arousal evident through the thin fabric of his boxers. Emboldened, I rock my hips, grinding down on his rigid length. A guttural sound tears from his throat, and then he's flipping us, pressing me back into the mattress. His weight settles over me, heavy and perfect, pinning me in place. "You're mine," he growls against my lips. "Say it." "I'm yours," I gasp, the words ripped from somewhere deep inside me. "I'm yours, Aries." His eyes blaze with triumph and possession. "Damn right you are." Then his mouth is on me again, hot and demanding. His hands roam my body, sliding under my shirt to palm my breasts, thumbs grazing my nipples until they pebble under his touch. I arch into him, my own fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, his back, desperate to feel more of his skin against mine. I need him, need this connection, this reassurance that he wants me as much as I want him. Beside us, the mattress dips as Arson moves closer. "Don't forget about me, sweetheart," he purrs, trailing a finger down my arm. "There's plenty of you to go around." Aries breaks the kiss to shoot his brother a warning glare. "Back off," he snarls. "She's mine right now." Arson holds up his hands in mock surrender, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Hey, she was on me first." He scoops me up, and Aries almost looks shocked as Arson physically drags me across the bed on my side, facing Aries. His length presses into my ass, and I almost black out at the sensation, losing myself for a moment. His mouth meets the shell of my ear. "You were mine first, at least for right now. So...where were we? I think you should get on your hands and knees and suck me off as punishment for losing the thread a minute there. Come on, little brat, taste me." I hesitate for a split second, caught between the two brothers, their desires warring with my own. But the heat in Arson's gaze, the insistent press of his arousal against me, makes the decision for me. Slowly, deliberately, I shift over and onto my hands and knees. I crawl the short distance to kneel between his spread thighs, my eyes locked on his as I settle into position. His lips curve into a satisfied smirk. "Good girl," he praises, one hand coming to tangle in my hair. "Now show me how sorry you are." I maintain eye contact as I lean forward, nuzzling against the hard ridge straining his boxers. His breath hitches, fingers tightening reflexively in my hair. Emboldened, I mouth at him through the fabric, tracing the shape of him with my lips and tongue. A low groan rumbles in his chest. "Fuck, Lilian, stop teasing." I flash him an impish grin before hooking my fingers in his waistband and tug downward. His cock springs free, thick and hard and perfect. I take a moment to admire him, wrapping my hand around the base and giving a few slow strokes. He hisses through his teeth, hips flexing into my touch. "Suck it, brat," he orders, his tone brooking no argument. "Put that pretty mouth to work." I obey eagerly, parting my lips to take him into the wet heat of my mouth. He's large, stretching my jaw, but I relax my throat and take him deep. A guttural moan tears from him as I start to bob my head, working him with lips and tongue. His grip on my hair tightens, guiding my movements as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard, reveling in the broken sounds spilling from him. There's power in this, in reducing him to base need, in having him at my mercy. From behind me, I hear Aries's sharp intake of breath. I can't see his expression, but I can imagine it-the mix of anger and arousal, the war between jealousy and desire. The thought of him watching this, watching me submit so wantonly to his brother, only fuels my own desire. I moan around Arson's cock, the vibrations making him curse and jerk in my mouth. "That's it," he pants, his voice strained with need. "Take it deep. Choke on it." I comply eagerly, relaxing my throat to accept more of him. Tears spring to my eyes as he hits the back of my throat, but I don't pull away, determined to prove myself, to earn his praise. Behind me, the bed shifts as Aries moves. A moment later, I feel his hands on my hips, his touch searing even through the thin material of my shirt. He yanks the fabric up, exposing my bare bottom to his gaze. "Look at you," he growls, palming the globes of my ass. "So desperate for it, letting him use your mouth like a whore." His words should sting, but they only make me wetter, the degradation stoking the flames of my desire. I whimper around Arson's cock, pushing my hips back in a silent plea. Aries answers with a sharp smack to my ass, the sudden sting making me jolt. "Greedy little brat. Take what you're given and be patient." I'm nothing but a shade of lust. I moan around Arson's cock, the vibrations making him curse and jerk his hips. "Fuck, your mouth," he groans, head tipping back in ecstasy. "It feels like heaven, and you take me so well, nice and deep into that perfect little throat. Such a slut for my cock, aren't you?" His filthy words ignite something wild in me. I double my efforts, taking him impossibly deeper until I feel him nudging the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes at the intrusion, but I don't stop, driven by a desperate need to make him lose control. And lose control he does. His thrusts turn erratic, his grip on my hair just shy of painful. I can tell he's close, can feel it in the tension singing through his body. "Gonna come," he grits out, a warning and a promise. "Gonna fill this hot little mouth. Fuck, Lil, I'm⁠-" His voice is cut off with a strangled shout as he reaches orgasm. Hot jets of liquid hit the back of my throat, and I swallow greedily, milking him through the aftershocks until he's spent and panting. Arson pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop, leaving me gasping for air. A string of saliva connects my swollen lips to the head of his softening cock before breaking. I feel debauched and used in the most delicious way. "Good girl," Arson praises breathlessly, thumbing away a stray drop of cum from the corner of my mouth. "You take my cock so well." Before I can reply, Aries's hands are on me, hauling me up and back against his chest. He grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his burning gaze. "You want to be a slut for him? Let him fuck your face and come down your throat?" His voice is low and dangerous, edged with something dark and possessive. "Then you'll be a slut for me, too." He spins me around and bends me over, pushing my face into the mattress. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hand cracks against my ass, and the sudden sting of pain makes me cry out. "It's time for me to remind you who you belong to," he growls, palming my stinging flesh. "Who this pretty pussy belongs to." Without warning, he plunges two fingers into my dripping core. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my walls clenching around him. He pumps in and out roughly, his thumb circling my clit in maddening counterpoint. "So wet," he marvels with a dark satisfaction in his tone. "Wet and ready for me, even after choking on my brother's cock. Such an eager little thing, aren't you?" I can only whimper in response, rocking my hips back to meet his thrusts. The dual sensations of his fingers inside me and his hand spanking my ass are rapidly unraveling any semblance of self-control. "Please, Aries," I beg, the words muffled against the mattress. "Please, I need..." "What do you need, Lilian?" he demands, curling his fingers to stroke my G-spot. "Tell me." "You," I sob, stars exploding behind my eyelids as he works me closer to the edge. "I need you inside me. Fucking me. Claiming me." He withdraws his fingers abruptly, leaving me empty and aching. I whine at the loss, but it's quickly replaced by the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance. "Beg for it," he commands, rubbing the head through my slick folds. "Beg me to fill this greedy cunt." "Please, Aries," I moan, no shame left in me. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so badly. Need you to claim me, make me yours." He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back as he growls in my ear. "You are mine. And I'm going to make damn sure you never forget it." With one brutal thrust, he sheathes himself inside me. I scream at the sudden fullness, the almost painful stretch of his thick length invading my body. He doesn't give me time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that has the bed frame slamming against the wall. "Take it," he grunts, one hand fisting in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "Take my cock like the desperate little slut you are." I can only moan and whimper as he pounds into me, each snap of his hips driving me closer to the brink. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our harsh breaths and guttural moans. From the corner of my eye, I see Arson watching us with avid fascination, his spent cock twitching with renewed interest. He strokes himself lazily, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he enjoys the show. "Look at you," he taunts, his voice husky with desire. "Getting split open on my brother's cock. I bet you'd let us both fuck you at the same time, wouldn't you? Stuff all your greedy little holes until you can't take it anymore." His filthy words make me clench around Aries, drawing a strangled groan from his throat. The thought of them both using me, claiming me, sends a dark thrill zinging down my spine. "Yes," I pant, too far gone to filter my words. "I want you both. Want to be your perfect fuck toy." Aries snarls, his thrusts turning vicious. "You are," he growls, pressing me harder into the mattress. "Our perfect little plaything to use however we want. And right now, I want to ruin this tight pussy for anyone else." His hand snakes around my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make my head spin with dark pleasure. I can barely breathe, can barely think beyond the overwhelming fullness of him pounding into me and the spots dancing across my vision. "Come for me," he commands, his voice guttural and strained. "Come on my cock like a good girl." As if on cue, my orgasm crashes over me in a blinding wave. I convulse around him, my walls fluttering and clenching as ecstasy consumes me. A broken scream tears from my throat, muffled by the mattress. Aries fucks me through it, his pace never slowing. If anything, the rhythmic squeeze of my pussy seems to spur him on, driving him to new heights of desperation. His groans take on a frantic edge, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuck, Lilian, I can't-I'm gonna⁠-" With a final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and stills. I feel him pulsing inside me as he finds his release, coating my inner walls with thick ropes of cum. He collapses on top of me, his harsh breaths gusting against my neck. For a long moment, we simply lie there, our sweat-slicked bodies heaving as we try to catch our breath. Aries nuzzles into my hair, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder in a surprisingly tender gesture. "Mine," he murmurs, almost too quiet for me to hear. "You're mine, Lilian." I don't have the energy to argue or to point out the complexities of our situation. At this moment, blissed out and thoroughly claimed, I can only hum in sated agreement. Arson's low chuckle breaks the spell. "Don't get too comfortable, Brother. You'll have to learn to share." Aries lifts his head to glare at his twin. "We'll see about that." Carefully, he pulls out of me and rolls to the side. I join him to lie on my back. I wince at the sudden emptiness, the ache between my thighs a reminder of his thorough claiming. Arson's gaze rakes over my prone form, taking in the finger-shaped bruises on my hips and the trickle of cum leaking down my thighs. "Look at you," he murmurs appreciatively. "Fucked out and dripping. It's such a pretty picture." He crawls over to me, settling between my splayed legs. His fingers trace the marks left by Aries's rough handling, a possessive gleam in his eyes. "My turn to make a mess of you," he declares, spreading my thighs wider. "Going to fill this pussy until you're overflowing with both of us." My breath hitches at his dark promise, a renewed flicker of desire stirring in my exhausted body. It should be impossible to want more after being so thoroughly ravaged. But something about these brothers, about their insatiable hunger for me, ignites a matching greed in my own veins. "Please," I whimper, tilting my hips in offering. "Please, Arson." A wicked grin splits his handsome face. "Oh, I do love it when you beg." He leans down, his breath hot against my oversensitive flesh. "I'm going to wreck this pretty cunt," he growls. "Ruin you for anyone but us." Without warning, he seals his mouth over my dripping slit. I cry out at the sudden sensation, my hands flying to grip his hair. His tongue delves between my folds, lapping at the combined essence of Aries and me. It's filthy and erotic, the wet sounds of his mouth and my needy whimpers filling the air. He focuses on my clit, sucking the sensitive nub until I'm writhing beneath him. Raw euphoric desire coils tight in my core, my body already climbing toward another peak. Just as I'm about to crest, he pulls away, leaving me desperate and aching. "Not yet," he tuts, crawling up my body to hover over me. "I want to be inside you when you come." He notches himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging my swollen folds. I buck my hips, trying to take him deeper, but he holds himself just out of reach. His eyes lock with mine, dark with promise and possession. "Beg for it," he demands, his voice a low rasp against my ear. "Tell me how much you need me to fill this greedy pussy." "Please," I moan, dignity abandoned in the face of my desperation. "Please, Arson, I need you inside me. I need you to claim me, make me yours." A satisfied growl rumbles in his chest. "That's my good girl." With one powerful thrust, he sheathes himself fully, stretching me deliciously around his thick length. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my nails raking down his back as he begins to move. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me with a force that rocks the bed frame. Each snap of his hips grinds his pelvis against my clit, sending sparks of rapture racing up my spine. It's almost too much, the oversensitivity from my previous orgasms making every sensation feel magnified. "So tight," Arson grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he drives into me. "Even after taking Aries's cock, this pussy grips me like a vise." Beside us, Aries watches with hooded eyes, a mix of jealousy and arousal playing across his face. His hand drifts down to stroke his hardening length, clearly affected by the sight of Arson claiming me so thoroughly. "You love this, don't you?" Arson pants, his hips snapping against mine. "Being passed between us and used for our selfish needs. Such a perfect little toy." I can only moan in response, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. He's hitting spots inside me I didn't know existed, his thick cock stretching me in the most delicious way. I feel split open and utterly possessed by his relentless thrusts. "I want to feel you come on my cock," he growls, reaching between us to circle my clit with deft fingers. "Want to feel this pussy milking me dry." His filthy words and skilled touch send me hurtling toward the edge. My inner walls begin to flutter, my body tensing as I grow closer to release. "That's it," Arson coaxes, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. "Come for me, Lilian. Let go." His permission is all I need. With a high, keening cry, I shatter around him, my orgasm crashing over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy. I convulse and clench, my nails scoring down his back as I ride out the intense sensation. Arson curses, his rhythm faltering as my walls squeeze him like a vise. "Fuck, yes, just like that. Milk my cock, you perfect little slut." He pistons into me frantically, chasing his own release. I feel him swell and pulse inside me before he stiffens, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spills his seed deep in my body. For a suspended moment, we're both lost to the throes of climax, our bodies locked together as the waves of pleasure crash over us. Arson collapses on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck as we pant harshly against each other's sweat-slicked skin. Gradually, our breathing slows, and the world comes back into focus. Arson lifts his head, his hazel eyes glazed with sated contentment as he gazes down at me. "You're incredible," he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Absolutely perfect." I can only hum in response, too blissed out and exhausted to form words. My body feels used in the most delicious way, every inch of me claimed and marked by the two brothers. Arson pulls out of me with a satisfied groan, rolling to the side. I wince at the sudden emptiness, a dull ache throbbing between my thighs. I'm sore in places I didn't know could be sore, but it's a good ache-the kind that serves as a reminder of the intense gratification I experienced. Aries slides closer, his warm body pressing against my back as he spoons me from behind. His arm drapes over my waist possessively, his hand splaying across my stomach. "You okay?" he murmurs, nuzzling into my hair. "Mmm. More than okay," I reply dreamily, nestling back into his embrace. "That was..." "Fucking incredible," Arson finishes, stretching languidly. He meets eyes with his brother over my used and relaxed body. "I guess we can share after all, Brother."