Family Secret: Claiming My Father's Toy

Claimed

Silas's bedroom door closed behind us with a soft click.

For a moment, we all just stood there. The three of us. The weight of what was about to happen settling over the room.

Then Silas moved.

He walked to me, his hand coming to the back of my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. This one slower. Deeper. His tongue sliding against mine while his other hand worked the zipper of my jeans.

Julian moved behind me, his hands sliding under my sweater, pushing it up. His mouth found my neck, that spot just below my ear that made my knees weak.

"Tell us what you want," Silas murmured against my lips. "Use your words."

"Both of you. I want both of you."

"Good answer." He pulled my sweater over my head, tossed it aside. "Julian, take off her jeans."

Julian's hands were at my waist, sliding the denim down my legs. I stepped out of them, leaving me in just my bra and panties between two fully clothed men.

The contrast made me feel exposed. Vulnerable. Desired.

"Look at you," Silas said, his eyes traveling over every inch. "Perfect. Isn't she perfect, Julian?"

"Yes." Julian's hands skimmed up my thighs. "She's f*****g perfect."

Silas unhooked my bra, let it fall. His palms covered my breasts, thumbs brushing over n*****s already hard with anticipation.

"On the bed. On your back."

I climbed onto the massive bed, my heart racing.

They both stood there for a moment, just watching me. Then Silas started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Julian, help her with the rest."

Julian climbed onto the bed, hooked his fingers in my panties, dragged them down slowly. His eyes darkened as he saw how ready I already was.

"She's so wet already," he said.

"I know." Silas stripped off his shirt, started on his belt. "She's been thinking about this all day. Haven't you, Elena? Since I mentioned the surprise. You knew what it might be."

I had imagined it. Some part of me had known.

Julian spread my legs, settled between them. "Can I taste her?"

"Ask her. Not me."

Julian's eyes met mine. "Can I?"

"Yes. Please."

His mouth was on me before the word fully left my lips. I gasped, my back arching off the bed.

Silas finished undressing, climbed onto the bed beside me. His hand came to my face, turning my head toward him.

"Eyes on me while he's doing that. I want to watch your face when you come."

Julian's tongue worked magic, finding every spot that made me moan. His fingers joined in, pushing inside me, curling just right.

Silas kissed me, swallowing my sounds. His hand found my breast, rolling my n****e between his fingers in perfect rhythm with Julian's movements below.

"That's it," Silas murmured. "Let go. Show us how good it feels."

The orgasm built fast, overwhelming. When it hit, I cried out against Silas's mouth, my whole body shaking. I was grinding myself on Julian's mouth and he took it all.

Julian didn't stop until the last aftershock faded.

He lifted his head, his mouth glistening. "f**k, she tastes good."

"I know." Silas pulled me up, positioned me on my hands and knees. "My turn. Julian, come here."

Julian moved to kneel in front of me. I watched as he unbuckled his belt, freed himself.

Behind me, Silas positioned himself at my entrance. "Ready?"

"Yes."

He pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets.

"Open your mouth," Julian said, his hand gentle on my jaw.

I did.

He guided himself between my lips, his head falling back as I took him in.

"Good girl," Silas groaned, setting a rhythm. "Taking both of us so well."

It was overwhelming. Silas behind me, deep and relentless. Julian in front, his fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my movements. Both of them using me, claiming me, worshipping me all at once.

"Look at her," Julian said, his voice rough. "Look at how perfect she is like this."

"I'm looking." Silas's hands gripped my hips harder. "She was made for this. For us. Both of us."

The pleasure built again, impossible and intense. I couldn't think, could barely breathe. Could only feel.

Silas's hand came around, found my c**t. "Come again. I want to feel you come while you're full of us."

The second orgasm crashed through me even harder than the first. I moaned around Julian, my whole body trembling as I mouth-f****d Julian with that deep intensity.

"f**k," Julian gasped, pulling out just in time. "Elena--"

Silas followed seconds later, burying himself deep, his grip on my hips bruising.

We collapsed onto the bed, all three of us breathing hard.

For a long moment, nobody moved.

Then Silas pulled out, shifted to lie beside me. Julian moved to my other side.

I was sandwiched between them, their hands still touching me. Gentler now. Soothing.

"How do you feel?" Silas asked.

"Good. Really good."

"Good." His fingers traced lazy patterns on my stomach. "This is how it should be. Not fighting over you. Sharing you. Both of us giving you what you need."

Julian's hand found mine, laced our fingers together. "Agreed."

I looked between them. "So what happens now?"

"Now?" Silas smiled. "Now we rest. And then we do it again. And again. Until you understand that this is what you deserve. What we can give you when we work together instead of against each other."

"My father's right," Julian said. "I was so focused on winning you from him that I forgot what actually matters. Making you happy. Making you feel this good. Feeling this good. Together."

"So we're all in agreement?" Silas asked. "No more competing. We share her. Equally."

"Equally?" I raised an eyebrow. "You said yesterday there was a hierarchy."

"I was wrong. About a lot of things." Silas's hand moved to my face. "You're not someone who can be controlled through force. You respond to pleasure. To being desired. To having both of us focused entirely on you."

He looked at Julian. "And that works better when we're united. When we're both trying to please her instead of prove something to each other."

"I can work with that," Julian said.

"Good." Silas sat up. "Elena, go shower. Take your time. When you're done, come back here. We're spending the night together. All three of us."

"What about my mother?"

"I told her you're staying with a friend tonight. She doesn't need to know the details." He kissed my forehead. "Go. We'll be waiting."

I slipped out of bed, walked to the bathroom on shaky legs.

In the shower, I let the hot water wash over me, trying to process what had just happened.

They'd actually done it. Worked together. Focused entirely on my pleasure instead of their rivalry.

And God, it had felt incredible.

When I returned to the bedroom wrapped in a towel, they were both still there. Changed positions but waiting.

"Come here," Silas said, patting the bed between them.

I dropped the towel, climbed in.

Julian pulled me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me. Silas pressed against my back, his hand resting on my hip.

"Sleep," Silas murmured. "Tomorrow we figure out the rest. But tonight, you're just ours. Safe. Satisfied. Exactly where you belong."

I closed my eyes, surrounded by them both.

For the first time since this all started, I felt something close to content.

Not love. Not yet.

But desire. Security. Power.

And the knowledge that I'd finally gotten exactly what I wanted.

Both of them.

On my terms.

Well, mostly my terms.

But it was a start.

Tomorrow would bring new complications. Dante was still out there. The FBI was still circling. My mother was still oblivious.

But tonight?

Tonight I was claimed by both of them.

And I'd never felt more alive.