Mated to the Vermore Brothers

Chapter 2

Bailey

As soon as I stepped into the club, thick waves from the large speakers assaulted me amalgamated with the stench of expensive alcohol, sweat and cologne.

It was the perfect atmosphere; the noise, the music, the smell of alcohol and sweat in the air. It was exactly what I needed. I felt a sense of ease settle on me as I made my way to the bar.

Tonight, I wouldn't think about Ethan or his family for one more second. I'd have fun, get wasted, and if I was lucky, I’d get laid for the first time in ages.

I ordered a shot of tequila and as soon as the bartender poured it, I downed it one gulp. The alcohol hit the back of my throat, harsh, exciting and dangerous.

A slight buzz went through my head and he refilled my glass before it hit the table. I downed it again, “Another?” The bartender asked, his voice rising slightly above the loud music.

He was pouring me another glass before I could reply, and again it was sliding smoothly down my throat.

Feeling heady, my head buzzing, l slid out of the chair and made my way to the dance floor, the music getting louder the closer I got to the dance floor.

The gyrating bodies on the dance floor, lost in their worlds as they moved in rhythm to the song blasting from the speakers.

The alcohol in my system and the loud music put me at ease as I made my way further into the dancing bodies. Lost in my world, I began to dance, swinging and swaying my body to the beat of the song.

I had never felt so alive, so…buzzed up. I was too lost in my own company, I almost didn't notice them. But somehow, I felt them before I saw them.

There was something powerful about them, the aura they exuded. My gaze connected with theirs across the sea of bodies.

The crowd automatically parted for them and then I wasn't alone anymore. In the next few seconds, I found myself dancing between them.

They looked so alike, and I was like they were brothers. They were handsome, more than handsome. They exuded an aura I found myself drawn to. I wondered which one of them I would be lucky to spend the night with but something told me I was in for a surprise.

One of them had sharp features softened by an easy grin and the other one, taller, commanded more attention. With broader shoulders and an intense gaze.

The one with the easy smile bent to whisper in my ears, “You look amazing.” I was too enthralled to say a word, holed in between them both, my head was starting to buzz even more loudly.

The one with the intense gaze who I later discovered to be Hallowell drew even closer, his hands wrapping around my waist. I felt his breath on my neck, and I felt a fire start in my stomach to my core that intensified when I felt his erection press against me.

By the time we left the bar, I was too wound up to think about the fact that I was leaving the club with two men, I didn't let myself think about what that meant.

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Thousands of emotions ran through me as both men undressed me. Their fingers strummed my skin like the strings of a guitar, gently guiding the straps of my dress down my shoulders.

My brain was clogged with the tingling sensation that ravaged my skin and I barely registered what was about to happen, was I about to have s*x with two men? It was something considered forbidden, and abominable, but at that moment, it didn't seem like a taboo, it felt…right. Electricity crackled in the path their fingers touched, I couldn't tell who, but my skin burned with a desire for more.

The bigger one held me in front, his larger hands falling to the cusp of my waist. I locked eyes with him, the orbs glowing with something feral. My eyes flickered to his lips, red and plum, when I glanced back at his eyes, I saw he had done the same. The space between us meant nothing now as he moved and captured my lips in a feverish kiss.

The other one held me from behind, his touches more gentle and soothing. He pressed soft kisses along my neck. His soft hands caressed my torso till they took residence on my breasts, palming them through the front of my dress.

His once shy hands became firm as if emboldened by my quiverings to his gentle rubs on my n*****s. He cascaded toward the hem of my dress and drummed lightly along my thighs as he made his way under my skirt.

I moaned into the kiss, my stomach tightened as he moved deeper. Then I felt one finger gently rub my external walls, stroking the clefts of my soaked p***y. I wanted him to rip my panties aside and shove his thick fingers into me, rotating his digits like a f*****g clock till I was spraying my juices all over his face.

The thought made me lock my legs, savoring the friction of his fingers on me. He tightened his fists and my legs buckled apart before he pulled my damp panties aside and pushed a finger in. I groaned, the sound guttural and startling me, my head falling back and against the other’s chest.

The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming as one pumped his fingers into my p***y, driving me hard over the edge while the other one played with my breasts ever so gently, his hands exploring my back, dropping kisses over me, ever so softly.

They were so different, yet so in sync. I felt like I had waited my entire life for them, to be in their arms like this.

They led me to the bed, my legs falling over the edge of the bed. The one with the intense eyes lowered himself, holding my gaze as he darted out his tongue and lapped my essence.

“f**k,” I whispered fiercely and threw my head back, he buried his tongue inside me, gently flicking my c******s. My mouth parted, breaths escaping rapidly. The younger moved suavely and shoved his tongue into my open mouth, searching each crevice for something…anything.

He detached himself from my lips leaving my eyes half open like I was hungover, then clasped those thick lips on my hardened n*****s. His lips went down sucking on my breasts like he had been starved of food for months and I was the last thing on this earth. I felt his hands move down and his fingers slipping into my p***y even as his brother ate me out.

Heavenly… was the only word I could think of to describe the feeling or the heady sensation passing through me.

I didn't think it could get any better until they switched positions, like they didn't want to leave the other out and it felt good having both brothers eat me.

I was surprised to realize how loud I was moaning. There were so many emotions running through me. I never realized it could get better either.

My legs were trembling as they pulled me to my feet, each of them positioned in front of and behind me. The one with the intense eyes held onto my waist as he began to thrust into me while the younger one, held onto my breasts from behind, steadying me as he thrust into me from behind.

I cried out from the tang of pain and the mix of pleasure. I had never experienced such a feeling and my breathing become ragged as I held on to both of them trying to get used to being f****d on both sides.

They were so patient, allowing me to get used to the position and then they were thrusting in and out of me in different positions in perfect sync. I was trapped between their bodies, as they assaulted me most brutally and beautifully possible and my moans filled the air along with the sound of skin against skin.

I couldn't decide what I enjoyed more, his face buried in my neck as he slammed into my p***y over and over or the other’s warm breath on my back as he matched his brother's movements, f*****g me from behind.

As my orgasm exploded within me, they held me grounding me as I trembled in their arms, I wished the night never come to an end.

~~~~~

When morning came, I still lay between them, their breathing deep and even.

It would’ve been so easy to stay and savour the warmth of their presence, but I knew better.

Slipping from the bed, I dressed quickly, careful not to wake them.

My body ached in the best ways possible, a sweet reminder of the night before but as I stepped outside, the weight of reality finally pressed on me once again.

~~~~~

The Crestfall estate loomed before me where it lay, perched just so on the edge of the cliff separating the Werewolf pack from the Lycan territory.

I was late for the traditional family breakfast, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I’d barely stepped foot inside when her voice rang out, sharp and grating. “And where have you been, Bailey?” Lucille demanded, oozing contempt.

Sigh.

Turning to face her, I noted the perfectly coiffed hair and ever present sneer. She stood at the table, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“I could ask the same of Ethan,” I replied, calm but pointedly.

“Don’t you dare bring my son into this!” She snarled. “What kind of a wife even spends the night out, leaving her husband to worry? You didn't even leave a note! This is exactly why Alyson here, would've made a better suited—”

“That’s enough,” a deep voice interrupted.

Alpha Eamon, Ethan’s father, rose from his seat, his presence commanding silence. His critical gaze surveyed the room before settling on me. The tension was palpable, but I refused to shrink back.

Instead, I strode to my seat with a regal air, meeting Lucille's glare head-on.

“You’ve spent years blaming me for your son’s shortcomings,” I started evenly, my tone laced with steel. “But let me make one thing clear, you’d be doing me a favor if you ended this sham of a marriage! Frankly, I’d be grateful.”

The room fell silent in the wake of my words. For the first time in years, I was in control.

They could make their threats

or even try to tear me down now, but I was so done with their bullshit! I wasn’t afraid of what came next.