Page 63 of Shattered Souls

“Synn,” He winces at his name, like it’s a physical blow, but still gingerly places me down. My legs part, breath coming in quick succession, as I look at him with hooded eyes.

“I’m going to leave the room,” I arch my brows at him. “When I come back, you better be completely bare for me. I want your fingers covered in your sweet arousal.”

“Yes, sir.” He nods tightly and turns to leave the room. I scramble to my feet, kicking off my shorts and tossing my shirt over my head. Only once I’m bare, as instructed, do I crawl back onto his bed and bring my hand between my legs.

The first touch causes me to gasp. I’m the most soaked I’ve ever been in my life. I dip a finger into the pool of slick liquid, dragging it up and circling my clit. I moan into the empty room, heat biting at my cheeks. I push down the embarrassment and continue the slow circles until Synn returns. When he does, I’m embarrassingly close.

He watches the scene unfold, the metal leash Hayze used on me dangling at his side, eyes catching on the tattoo at my waist. His steps across the room are controlled and restricted, like he’s trying to rein in his emotions.

“I’m going to attach this leash to you, Rayvn.” He admits once he’s beside the bed, his knuckles white from the iron grip. “But, tell me now if this is what you want. Because once I get a taste of you—I won’t stop.” I extend my neck in offering.

“I want you, Synn.” He hooks the leash on the pink leather around my neck, tugging once to test the resistance.

“If we do this,” he wraps the leash around his fist as he speaks. “I’m not letting you go, Rayvn. I won’t give you the option to run anymore. You’re ours, the second I taste you, you’re ours.”

Something like fear tries to settle in my belly at his words. But I would be a fool to let it. I’ve been fed, cared for, and doted on by these men since I’ve arrived. Obviously, it started a little tense and twisted, but Hayze has been nothing but kind. And Synn, he does delicate things with a hard expression. The book, the gummy worms, buying me cute pajamas just because he wants to see them on me.

If any of us were capable of love—this is it.

“I know.” I suck in a breath and say the things that've been eating at my soul. “I don’t want to run.” He tugs the collar, fusing our lips together, sealing my words once and for all.

He wastes no time at all. The leash still fisted in one hand, he brings the other to my heated core. He slips two fingers inside me while his thumb rubs strong and sure circles around my swollen clit.

My hips buck up in response, a deflated whimper spilling into his mouth as he parts my lips with his tongue. His fingers speed up and slow down, learning what makes me whimper or scream.

He finds a punishing rhythm and keeps it, working me until I’m desperate enough for air that I part our lips. His eyes bore into me as I grind on his hand to chase the delicious climax that’s just a few movements away.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” His lips curl into a satisfied smile. The words glide over my pleasure fogged brain.

“Huh?” I can hardly push the sound from my mouth.

“You’re stunning, little scarecrow. Especially while you’re coming around my fingers.” My walls clench, vision darkening as the orgasm builds from his words. He leans down, taking one of my hardened peaks into his warm mouth. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud, grazing his teeth across it, and then releases it with a pop.

“Cum for me, Rayvn.” He wraps the leash around his knuckles tighter, pulling me closer. That does it. I come undone with such a force I see stars. My hands shoot up to his biceps, the muscles on his right one flexing as he continues to work me through the orgasm.

“That’s right, little scarecrow, come undone for me, just as your soul has.” His voice chases me as I fade into nothing. Exhaustion sticks to my bones, lulling me under the blanket of sleep.

21

Rayvn

“Wait.” I look between the brothers, both standing in front of me with their arms crossed over their chests. “You’re serious?” Hayze rolls his eyes at me again, and Synn only laughs at my question I’ve repeated ten times.

“Yes, and if you ask again, I might just change my mind.” Synn has warmed up to me, even going as far as offering for me to sleep in his room. Though, I haven’t been able to commit to that yet. Neither choice feels right, excluding one of them, but I’ve also just been with Hayze for longer now. So, that’s where I sleep now.

“It’s supposed to get really cold out, so we need the supplies.” Hayze signs to me. A twinge of pride blooms in my chest at how much easier it’s getting to understand his language.

“But, like seriously, I can go?” I’m sitting on the couch, legs tucked under my body, and throw pillow hugged tightly to my stomach, my period having come full force a few days ago. They’re both dressed in thick pants and hoodies, with Hayze adding a beanie into the mix.

“And you can finally pick out some snacks, not just give me a list.” With October coming in, so did the snow. The newscaster on the TV informed everyone of the first snow fall that’s to come this weekend. The scare park is still scheduled to stay open, but I have no intention of being out in the depths of icy slush.

“I don’t have very warm clothes, if I might remind you.” Synn smiles, the sight bringing warmth to my belly again. He exits the room, Hayze taking a seat beside me on the couch.

“Anything special you want?” He signs, and then extends an arm for me to scramble into.

“Everything I want consists of carbs, chocolate and two tall men.” I laugh, then immediately clutch my stomach with the new wave of cramps that crashed into me.

It was embarrassing and humiliating to ask for period products. Let alone when Hayze came back from the store with three different brands of pads and every sized tampon you can get your hands on.