Coveted {FINISHED}

|Chapter Eighteen |

"You can leave now." He announced, his voice low and his eyes still locked on me. I could feel Jeremy's eyes flutter from Ian to me a few times before letting out a shaky breath. 

"And that's what I get for helping your sorry ass out with your stupid love life." He muttered under his breath disappearing from the living room. A few seconds later the front door opened and closed signalling we were alone.

The minute he pushed himself from the entrance of the living room door and took a step in, I took a step back. My heart already hammering away, I didn't know how much closer he could get without triggering whole earth-shattering catacombs of emotions. Just being this close was enough of a trigger and to be honest . . . I wasn't sure how much he could take. Back at the prison . . . well, it had done a number on him already.

Clearing his throat, his hands dropped into the pockets of his baggy grey tracksuits. "I'm sorry . . . for before." he forced out, his voice tight like it was taking everything in him to say those words.

"You didn't say anything that wasn't true. I screwed up you guys life-"

"That doesn't excuse the things I said. I've never been in that position, it wasn't right to say anything about it or about you. I'm sorry." My eyes had widened, his own falling to the ground as the words settled over me. 

"You really don't have to apologise-"

"Can you just take the apology?" He snapped, his eyes twitching into slits as I felt the air turn hotter, nipping away at my skin as I sucked in a breath feeling my nerves start to get the hell ticked off. It was like the sudden change in the air was like a switch triggering any emotion Ian let slip in. 

"Can you let me finish a sentence?" I shot back, my arms crossing my chest. "It's not like I came here to be stuck in another argument with you."

"Argument? Are you serious?! I'm trying to-"

"In all fairness to him, he never apologises. It would be wise to take it," Regan's voice had me jumping a little, my eyes running from Ian to Regan now standing behind him in the doorway. With a grin slapped across his face and his green eyes shimmering under the yellow glow of the light had any if not all words vacuumed right out of me.  Really? Both of them? How was this even fair right now!

None of us spoke, my lips parting with a groan escaping from my throat as I fell onto the couch covering my eyes with my hands. 

"What exactly am I supposed to say?" I snapped, my voice a weakened cry as I looked from Regan to Ian desperately. "Or even do! One second you," I said pointing my eyes directly at Ian, "are telling me to get lost. Leave you lot alone and s**t with your powers recking havoc on you mainly because of me and then you," I said now staring at Regan, his lips upturned into a small grin. "You keep telling me all these cryptic messages and then to all 'ah-I'm-dying-paled-skin-s**t' so what the hell am I supposed to do? I've tried staying away, I was doing real good at it and then you . . . Then you two keep showing up and pushing me right back to the start. I'm trying to save you and you won't let me."

Throwing myself back into the couch, I let my shoulders slump, my eyes falling closed with hands outstretched next to me. 

I could hear faint footsteps coming closer, a shadow cast over behind my eyelids. "You wanna know what to do?" Slowly my lids peeled open, my eyes moving up the baggy tracksuits to the pair of whiskey eyes always intensely drinking me in. He leaned down lower until his lips hovered over mine sending hot waves of fire to wash over every inch of my skin, his hands latching to the of the couch either side of my face. "Stop saving us and just have us. . . It's not like we don't want it."

"W-what?" I stuttered, heat rising to my cheeks and fading down my neck. Have us . . . What the hell was that supposed to mean? "I-"

"You know exactly what I'm saying. Shane's put it across to you I'm sure." He mumbled back, catching me off guard by the mention of his name. My eyes hovered away to my hands that were now folded together in between my thighs. Does he know?! Oh god. 

"I think there is a way to make her see," Regan added, his voice clipped with his eyes darkening slightly. He moved away from Ian, walking behind me and before I knew it, his hands reached out touching my shoulders, gloved and protected. "I think we just need to prove it to her so she can believe us."

His words trailed away in my mind like an echo, my vision completely pulled into Ian's eyes like nothing in this room existed but him, me and Regans voice. 

"How do you say we do that?" Ian uttered, still staring intensely at me.

"Oh, I think you know brother." 

"Then why don't you start, it's getting late and I'd hate to leave Shame waiting for her." Ian mumbled, his lips pulling into a smirk as Regan's warm breath began to trickle down my neck, his lips following. It took everything I had to keep from closing my eyes, my teeth biting down on my lip trying to keep the moans from rolling out. 

His teeth nipped at the skin exposed on my neck, his tongue gently rubbing the pain away each time as he made a trail of burning need to my shoulder. "W-what-"

My words fell dead like every other time as Ian dropped to his knees, his hands falling to my legs and pushing them apart so he sat in the middle. My insides went crazy, all the air in the room suddenly alive with an explosion like a match meeting gas. I could my mind slip, my eyes fluttering closed as Ian worked the buttons on my jeans slowly slipping them off. Regan focused on my top pulling it from my arms as I let my head roll back against the couch, his cool face brushing my cheek as I let my moans escape. 

Was this really happening right now?

Ian's lips pressed against my thigh, slowly moving their way across my skin leaving me squirming in my seat as every fibre in me screamed for more. Any doubt or fear miles away. He paused with his mouth pressed to my p***y over the thin silk fabric of my underwear, his breathing ragged like he was holding back, his tongue gently tracing a pattern across the fabric until my back was arching. "God, you smell so f*****g good,"

"Should we move this upstairs?" Regan mumbled, his lips now focused on my jaw with his other hand wrapped around the side of my neck, keeping my head angled up toward him. 

All I could hear over my breathing at this point was Ian's grunt as I was suddenly yanked from the couch, his arms wrapping around me as he carried me upstairs to his room, Regan following behind. 

It was only a few seconds before I was sat down on a mental chair. The heat from leather from Regan's hands pressed against my wrists, holding me in place as I felt rope being tied around me. My heart hammered in my chest, a bead of sweat dripping from the side of my face as I tried to steady my breathing. The rope around my wrists rubbed against my skin leaving a dull ache as I tightened my thighs feeling the cold from the metal chair ran up my bare legs, the white shirt he had given me providing no warmth and wide open to reveal my underwear.

I could feel his smirk from here, the intensity of his glare setting fire to every inch of me as I squirmed in my chair.

His footsteps sounded like a distant echo as he glided towards me, a shadow of cool breeze cast over me as his breath trickled down my trembling lips. Something deep in my stomach stirred, electricity shooting across my neck as his hand gently wrapped around my throat. His lips hovered towards my ear, "I can feel how badly you want it .  . . how badly your aching for us to touch you in ways you've only dreamt."

His voice a husky whisper, sent chills across my back as he slowly glided his fingers down my neck towards my collarbone, his fingertips slipping under the white fabric as he placed his palm over my breast. I knew he was smiling at the rapid beat of my heart, his free hand trailing pushing my legs wide apart as he trailed his fingers up my inner thigh barely touching my skin. 

Biting down on my lip, I held my moans inside and threw my head back feeling an urgency sweep through me. It was if his touch brought a whole new world crashing down on me, a world where I craved him, craved the way he made my skin tingle and my breath catch in my throat.

"You planning on keeping her all to yourself?" Regan's voice bounced from all four walls as Ian came to a halt. 

"Not at all brother, please . . ." he said, his shadow suddenly retreating as Regan walked towards me again, pausing in front of me as he tore my eyes from Ian's. I cast my eyes against the dark green of his eyes, his black hair cut short on the sides and gelled in place at the top. He leant towards me, his lips grazing mine as his fingers trailed the outline of my jaw.

He tipped my head up and to the side, his lips crashing against my neck as his teeth tugged at my skin and his tongue left a wet warm trail back up to my ear, "Tell me, Nancy, do you want to know your future?"

My hips bucked up, my hands trying to fight free from the ropes as my body suddenly erupted with a savage desire to jump his bones, to feel him against me. It was if I was suddenly possessed, my throat tight as if the oxygen in the room wasn't enough. Sensing my need, he chuckled and pulled back taking a few steps away from me. Just as quickly as the savage need appeared, it disappeared leaving only a familiar vibration down bellow. 

Gasping for air, I looked back at Ian leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were a darker shade of brown then they usually were, far darker than they had been in the living room as he stared right at me as if reading my thoughts while Regan's eyes glued to my heaving chest.

"Her future isn't written yet," Ian muttered, the corner of his mouth still tugged upward into a grin. He paused by Regan, their shoulders almost touching as they looked down at me. 

"But it could be . . . If she let us in." I couldn't do anything but stare up at them, my mouth wide open like an i***t. I swear, looking from Ian to Regan had droll threatening to drop. How did this even happen? How is there two brothers standing in front of me right now wanting to . . . Share me?

Two brothers? Think you mean four love. Give them another day or two and it'll be a party. A family one. 

"I-I-"

"If you're trying to find a way out-"

"I'm not." I cut Ian off, surprising us both at the firmness in my voice. I licked my lips, my wrists twisting in their cuffs as I let my eyes wander between them, trying to will the words from my lips. "I was going to let you in. Both of you."

Regan's lips pulled into a wider smirk, his eyes darkening under the dull glow. "but?"

"No buts," I muttered, Ian's jaw tensing as a low groan filled the electric air between us. Goddamn, every single bone in my body was on the verge of breaking with want as I stared up at them, peering through my lashes begging them to end this. To give me exactly what they wanted. 

He walked around me standing behind the chair and leaning down once his fingers entwined in my hair, yanking my head back so I was staring back up at him and his lips nearing closer to mine. Regan dropped to his knees, his gloved hands resting on each thigh and his breathe, hot and deliberately slow, washing across the thin fabric of my underwear. Shivers running up and down my spine as I bit down hard on my bottom lip, Ian letting out a deep groan, his eyes drinking in my reaction. 

"I pretty sure that's my job," he breathed, his lips covering mine as the whole room swam in the feelings burning under my skin. The air torn from my lungs again like oxygen didn't need to survive as his teeth took my lip hostage, biting harder each second until I was groaning into his mouth. I couldn't stop my hips from buckling as Regan's tongue suddenly lashed against my c**t, my knickers discarded without my even knowing it and my legs spread wider apart than I think I've ever had them. My knees buckled, my waist squirming in the seat as my tongue battled Ian's for dominance. 

My stomach clenched and my toes tended as I felt Regan reach over to my cuffed wrists, setting them free as he continued to lick me dry, Ian muffling my moans as his hands cupped my breasts under the open shirt. 

The cold from his touch barely noticeable against the electric fire roaring to life on every nerve humanly possible. My mind raced as one hand wound its way around Ian's neck pressing his lips harder to mine and the other digging my fingers into Regan's hair, my hips grinding against him. Ian suddenly pulled away, his jaw pressed to my lips as he groaned, "Make sure you save some for me. Don't want her finishing without having the best of both worlds."

Oh. My. God. 

I couldn't help the croak that brushed from my throat, my eyes must have been like fire as I took another gasp of oxygen. Regan looked up at his brother, a devilish grin spreading across his wet mouth. 

"Don't worry brother, she's got plenty left to give. Don't you?" His words meant nothing but there was more. I'd have them touching me for longer yet the minute Regan stood, breaking contact I felt my heart panic in my chest. My eyes narrowing in disappointment but just as quickly Regan had leaned over, his lips blowing the sweet scent of my p***y across my lips. 

Ian snuck around, kneeling until he took Regan's old position, his fingers taking over the job as my head fell back, moans erupting from my throat. Regan took hold of left breast, his lips wound around my n****e as his teeth slowly sank into my hardened skin sucking as he went. The sensations of both their bodies against mine leaving me lost on that chair had me forgetting everything. This was all I wanted. This was heaven at its finest. 

I could feel my thighs tense, my stomach fluttering as that knot in my stomach tightened, my moans louder and quicker feeling myself almost rise from the chair if it weren't for Ian holding me down. His fingers still pumping me closer to the point of no return before he suddenly stopped, Regan, doing the same at the exact same moment. 

My eyelids fluttered open, as I stared at them desperately. Nothing made sense, my mind was reeling and the only thing I knew was that this was not okay. You do not stop there. Hell no. 

Smirking, Regan tilted his head down to Ian, "I think she needs more, what do you say brother?"

"I would agree," he replied, his chocolate brown eyes staring hard at me like he would pounce on me any minute. 

My hands ached to touch them, to feel exactly the kind of effect I was having on them under those jeans but I was frozen begging for them to continue, waiting for their next move. 

"But now there's that question. Who goes first?" Both their eyes still on me, I felt my cheeks begin to heat up red. Who goes first? Ha, I actually forgot that would be a problem. The silence grew longer and the need throbbing between my legs grew stronger, my eyes fluttering between them as I subconsciously chewed my lip once again. How was I supposed to pick?! God, I wanted them both! And that's when it struck me. 

"You can . . . Both go first." I whispered, Regan's eyes widening with shock at my words. Ian however smirked; his eyes shimmering. I leaned forwards, reaching for the hem of Ian's jeans and dragging him towards me as I worked at the buckle of his belt. I let my eyes wander to Regan. "Sit down," I demanded standing, watching as the shock registered into something else in his eyes. He obeyed, taking a seat. "Take your jeans off," I said, pulling Ian's jeans down with his boxer and falling to my knees. I let my eyes fall back to him as I took his hard c**k in both my hands gently stroking him watching as a hot thrill of pleasure erupted down my spine at the way his eyes fluttered closed, his head rolling back a little at the contact. I could see the hairs on his arms prick upward at the feel of my emotions, his mind lost in it. I lowered my lips to his tip, my tongue lashing against it licking up and down the length of his shaft as his groans filled the room. 

Pulling back I looked over my shoulder at Regan. My eyes lowered to his c**k, rock hard. I walked over, leading Ian by his c**k. I stood, straddling Regan with Ian standing just behind him off to the side. I looked down at him as I slowly lowered myself down to his lap, his hand lining himself up with my entrance as I felt him enter me, I couldn't help my free hand from digging into his skin over his top. The feel of his filling me whole almost throwing me into a world where all thoughts were jumbled and the only thing I could do was lie there, taking the pleasure like a sedated fool. Sucking in a breath, I let myself adjust before I felt his hands grip my waist, his lips falling to my neck as I began to move against him. My other hand still wrapped around Ian began to move quicker until I leaned over, half of my body pulled from Regans as I took Ian in my mouth. 

His c**k buried deep in my throat, muffling my moans as Regan thrust himself harder inside me sending that fire in the pit of my stomach into overdrive. Every inch of me was heating up as I had just been dropped into a pot of boiling water except the pain from my walls stretching was nothing compared to the pleasure taking me whole. 

Ian's hand fell into my hair, the other reached down my spine as my salvia dripped down his shaft each time he pulled from the back of my throat. I took the few seconds to gasp, my hands matching the rhythm of my mouth. My tongue swirled against his c**k as my p***y tightened around Regan, his hand coming down hard against my ass cheek. The stinging a welcomed guest as their moans filled my ears. 

Letting my hand move up to Regan's neck I suddenly felt his whole body come to a stop, his arms tensing around me as he gasped but it wasn't the kind I was thinking it would be. Pulling away from Ian I looked over at Regan. 

His eyes were wide, staring past me into nothingness as his skin paled and his body suddenly limp against the chair. 

That was it all it took for the spell to break. 

Ian's shock triggered that bubble to erupt and the only thing I felt now was pure panic, my heart aching in my chest as I thrust myself off and to the ground. Ian yanked his boxers up running behind the chair to him, his hands holding Regan's shoulders to keep him from hitting the ground and holding his head to his shoulder. 

"Nancy," he muttered, "Don't. It's not-" 

Ian's words fell into silence as my mind raced over all the opposite things then it was a few seconds ago. The sudden change throwing me through a whole new hoop. 

How could I be so stupid?

What else would happen?! How much closer contact could there be than s*x? He was literally inside me and what? I didn't think it would trigger anything? How f*****g stupid!

"I-I'm sorry!" I cried, Regan's eyes fluttering closed as he passed out but this time, he didn't wake up straight away to the point Ian had to place him gently on the floor. Jumping to my feet, I ran for my underwear yanking it on and running from the room. Ian's cries for me to stop falling into empty echoes as I raced down to the living room where I quickly threw my clothes on. 

How the hell could I let that happen?! 

My skin was deathly cold, my hair sticking to my neck as I felt every organ in my body cry out. Reality slammed down hard this time as tears built behind my eyes, my chest felt like it had a knife shoved deep inside being twisted every second. 

I made him pass out . . . I f****d him and he . . .

Oh god!

I didn't know what it was; if it was shame, embarrassment or guilt but the all I knew was I had to run. 

"Nancy no! Wait, please! Nancy, you're in-" Ian's screams cut as I slammed the door closed and legged it down the road running for as long as I could and as fast as I could. The tears ran down my cheeks, my legs aching as my lungs begged for more air but I didn't stop. 

The image of Regan's body suddenly going limp and that look of death on his face replaying in my mind the whole way. He'd never passed out before, sure he would get weak and almost seem like he was going there but it was never like that before . . . And Ian's panic . . . The fear . . . I've never felt that before. 

Oh god!

What the hell did I do?!

I kept running. The only thing I wanted was to get to my tent and disappear but by the time I reached the campgrounds my legs couldn't go any further and I collapsed. My hands gripped the dirt, dead leaves crunching between my fingers as I cried out. My whole body felt like it had been beaten to a pulp and inside . . . Inside I felt broken. A part of me knew it a large part of it was the sudden break in Ian's emotions, the heightening of his powers suddenly breaking and sending me reeling right into that reality but part of it was Regan. 

What I had done to him. 

And for what? Guilty pleasure?

How was that ever okay? 

"Nancy?" Jeremy's voice, carried by the window paused in front of me and a few seconds later his hands wrapped around my shoulders pulling me from the ground and into his arms as he fell to the ground beside me. "What happened? Hey, shh, it's okay."

I could hear the panic in his voice but I couldn't talk. I let my head fall to his chest, my tears wetting his shirt as he stroked my back with one hand and my hair with the other rocking us until I had calmed down a little. At least enough to stop crying out loud anyway. 

"It's okay . . . Just tell me, what happened?" But I couldn't make the words come from my mouth. My chest still felt like it had a massive gaping hole of pain radiating around my body. "Nancy you have to-"

His words cut off. His body tensing the same way Regan had and I felt my heart stop. 

No. Please. No. 

"J-Jeremy?" I shuttered, pulling myself from his chest. His green eyes had widened at something in front of us but when I looked through the blurred tears, I saw nothing but a collection of coloured tents. His mouth fell open, fear warping his face. "What is it?"

I wiped at my tears with the back of my hand, my mind now focused on Jeremy. I can't take this. This is all too much! How the hell can one person go through so many emotions in such a short period of time?! I wasn't built for this!

I can't do this anymore!

"No. . ." He whispered, his voice trembling. "Don't . . . Please . . . Please," he begged, tears forming in his eyes as he spoke to nothing. 

I grabbed his shoulder trying to get his attention but nothing worked. "Jeremy, please! What's wrong?" 

Within seconds, his body was suddenly thrust backwards from my grasp convulsing against the mud as I scrambled to my feet taking a few steps away from him before freezing. My throat dry and that same old fist of fear wrapping itself around my heart. 

Shane. Get Shane!

My legs were numb and the commands from my brain didn't seem to make it to my feet before he suddenly came to a stop, his hands gripping the ground turning white around the tips of his fingers. His eyes seemed to relax and his mouth opened, letting out a deep, hollow noise I had never heard before. Every hair on my body stood upright, something in me told me to run but I couldn't leave him . . . Not like this. 

"Jeremy? Are you okay?" I asked in a whisper, taking a step forwards. 

Run to Shane. Now. 

"Jer?" I asked again as he went silent, blinking up at the sky blankly like he was lost like it wasn't him in there. Slowly he sat up, his eyes focusing on me now but something was different. 

The way he looked at me sent a chill through me, his lips pulling into a twisted grin. 

"Nancy." His voice . . . That voice wasn't . . . That wasn't Jeremy's voice . . .

But . . . It can't be . . .

"D-Danny?"