The Wrong Roux Brother Slipped Into Me

OURS

OURS

MINA’S POINT OF VIEW.

Mate.

The word wouldn’t leave my head long after I’d stepped out of the shower, dripping onto the rug. I sat on the edge of my bed, with a towel around my hair, staring at Declan’s black shirt folded neatly on my pillow, and tried to talk myself out of it. People under stress hear things, especially when they barely got any sleep last night.

And for a girl who had been rejected, poisoned, rescued, and thoroughly ruined by two hard c***s in the space of a single day, I was practically entitled to a weird voice in my head.

But the voice didn’t shut up, nor did it care what I thought. It remained somewhere under my ribs, warm, and awake, and completely unbothered, and every time I thought his name, or looked at his shirt, or sniffed myself to find the scent of warm vanilla and coconut on my skin, it purred.

Mate.

“Traitor,” I whispered to my own chest. The voice purred louder. I got to my feet, shaking it off as hard as I could. I needed to get dressed for school; that’s more important, Mina.

I dressed fast, donning a clean blouse, my other skirt, then twisted my full, thick blonde hair into a knot. I couldn’t wear my uniform today because I forgot it at Declan’s. I glanced at his shirt on the pillow as if it could burn me. Then, I picked it up.

No, Mina.

I put it down, then picked it up again. I held it to my face, burrowing my nose into the fabric for exactly one second before disgust at myself set in. I was not going to be that girl.

I shoved it hard under the pillow, muttering to myself, “You have to forget him, Mina. I will not even think about his darn proposition.”

I stepped towards the exit when I paused.

Footsteps.

I heard them from far away, three hundred yards, maybe more. A long stride on the forest floor in an unhurried pace. I knew it the way you know a song you’ve heard over and over again until it annoyed people around. They slowed at the border stones, then stopped. Then, they came on again, slowly… he was hesitating.

Declan Roux, hesitating? I could never have imagined it.

I jumped when I heard it: three knocks against my wooden door.

There is no way I’m letting him in; not after that weird voice inside me. Speak of the devil, probably sensing his presence at my door, the voice awakened, pacing, panting, chanting;

Mate Mate mate!

I gritted my teeth, glaring at it. What do I do? if I open that door, and I see his face, and he touches me… I…

“Mina!” Declan called. “I know you’re in there; I can hear your… heartbeat.” His voice was light, soft, with a laugh behind it. “Open the door, or I’ll do it myself. Either way, I’m coming inside.”

I gulped, rushing over to open it. “What do you want?”

He took a step inside, making me take several steps backwards instinctively. I gripped the handles of my backpack hard; the addictive vanilla and coconut scent filled my house. I wanted it to fill my lungs forever.

“Well, there are a bunch of things I would like.” He pulled off his jacket, throwing it against one of my wooden chairs. His long fingers that were shoved inside me hours ago moved to his wristwatch. “I want to kiss you, hold you, be inside your tight, little, addictive cunt.”

I gasped. “Y-you c-can't s-say things l-like that.” I didn’t stop walking back, because he didn’t stop walking to me.

“Why not?” The corners of his lips tilted with an addictive smirk. “Don’t want me to talk about how my c**k feels welcome anytime I’m inside you?

Both of them.

Your tight, wet nub, hugging every vein, sucking me in, your moans, your grunts.” I gasped when my back hit the wall. Before I could run, he was upon me, both arms on either side of my head, broad shoulders keeping me before him.

I was trapped.

“I remember telling you not to leave, Mina.” He whispered, one hand reaching down to grab my thigh. He hooked it around his hip, before tilting my chin up so I met his gaze. Slowly, he ground his hardening shaft against my panty-clad p***y.

“Ah,” I gasped, feeling my center grow slick with every dry thrust.

“Do you not listen to your Alpha, Mina? You disobeyed me, sweet.” He whispered. “I think you need to be punished, don’t you?”

“D-declan, i-i-please.”

“Please, what?”

“Oh!” I sputtered the second his rock-hard c**k thrust right between my p***y lips. I still had my panties on, he had his pants on…but it felt like his c***s would rip a hole through his leather. I gripped his shoulder for dear life, my trembling thighs nearly sent me to the floor. “I-“

“I asked you a question earlier.” His eyes flashed gold, his nails digging into my skin. His voice no longer had the usual rasp I knew; it was deeper, colder…different. “What’s your answer?”

“B-but what a-about your mate?”

His shoulders tensed. For a second, he didn’t reply. All we had was the silence, marred only by my breathless moans and gasps, before he spoke. “She wouldn’t mind.”

“H-how are you sure? You haven’t even met her yet.”

His eyes flashed something else; like there was a battle going on. He dipped his head against my neck, eyes shut tight while he buried his nose against the crook of my neck. He remained there for a second, still thrusting against my wet, dripping p***y.

My panties were useless now.

“I have.” He whispered against my cheek. “She wouldn’t mind, sweet Mina. All I need is your yes.”

“D-Declan.” I gasped, eyes rolling to the back of my head when my orgasm hit. “Goddess!!” stars burst from behind my eyelids when he thrust inside me in one go, right in the middle of my orgasm. “f**k me!”

“With pleasure, sweet.”

He lifted my other thigh, draped it over his hip, kept my wet panties to the side, and f****d me hard against the fragile wall of my small hut. The sound of my screams, the purrs from the being inside me filled the small space and the forest outside. For some reason, maybe it was one of his c***s thrusting in and out of me, but I didn’t care.

“I want your ass as well.” He whispered.

“W-what?” I froze, blinking at him. he didn’t look like he was bluffing one bit. I looked between us; his second c**k was hard, right at my back entrance, weeping with precum. “W-won't it hurt?”

“You were made for me, Mina.” He grunted, holding onto his other member like he was angry with it. it was red, tattooed, pulsing, oozing precum that draped my inner thighs and the floor between us. “Tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll stop.”

Overwhelming trust suddenly fills me. Maybe it’s the s*x, or the fact that he unlocks something strange in me anytime he’s inside me, but I find myself nodding. I purred at the electric shocks rattling my skin with every second our skin connects.

He nods once, maintaining eye contact. “I’m going in now.”

I nod once, still moaning from how hard he’s f*****g my p***y. his other c**k…the second it moves, I feel it. Slowly, he fills my back hole. Pain and pleasure hit me at once, along with the feeling of fullness.

“I’m so… full.” I choked, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I know, sweet Mina. I know, baby.” He pressed his lips to my forehead, my cheeks, my jaw, before taking my lips. He adds another inch to my back hole, while the other f***s my cunt.

Hard.

Like he never will again.

The pain quickly fades, giving way to overwhelming pleasure. All of a sudden, I’m high; on him, on the pleasure, on his c**k. I pull back from the kiss, slamming my eyes shut with a harsh sob.

“Please, don’t stop!”

“I wont, Mina. I’ll f**k you like this, every day, for as long as you want. Just say yes to me.”

I want to f**k; if he’ll make me feel this way all the time, I might say yes. Without pulling out of me, he flips me around, f*****g me much harder when my back is arched.

“Something about seeing your ass like this.” His hand clamps down on the right cheek. “Look at you, dripping all over me. You want my c**k, huh.”

“Yes, I do!”

“You’ll take it like a good girl.”

“I promise. I swear to the goddess, I will.”

“Swear to me, sweet Mina. The goddess isn’t the one f*****g you.” He bites down on my earlobe, ripping my shirt to grab my breast angrily. He pushes me so my back is arched even more, making me take every inch of both c***s. “We are!” he roars.

My shoulders tense when I heard it. that voice…it isn’t Declan.

I turned around, as much as I could, to find something…. I never thought I would. Declan is still behind me; he is. It’s just… he’s not the only one either.

Two others are here as well. One of them has wolf ears, looking like a split copy of Declan, and the other has pale skin, red eyes, and fangs. They smirk at me, each stroking their hard c***s.

“Hello, sweet Mina.”