Madness (Madness #1)

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

My Atropa is naked and flushed, her skin clammy, but the twinkle in her eye is what has me hard as a fucking rock.

I could have lost her this week.

She was too lost in her mind, and the paint washed away from her mural on the wall, finally enough to push her over the edge.

I wanted to kill her sister. I want to wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze until her face bulges and her eyes pop from their sockets.

The heavy scent of musk and sex is in the air, hitting me like a wave, and I move closer instinctively to her – always her.

My beginning and end.

My nightshade is beautiful but deadly, and she holds the only lifeline I have in her hands – my heart.

I had planned to end my life long ago, not wanting to deal with the empty walls and only myself as company.

This was long before I managed to figure out how to escape without notice, and having Jameson’s ability to wipe any footage of me creeping through these halls at night is perfect when I visit my Atropa—needing her touch to calm me from the thoughts that spiral in my head like a vortex.

Red’s hair cascades over her shoulders, sprawled out on her bed, and I lick my lips, the urge to join them becoming too much.

I need to feel her around me, and there’s nothing in this world that feels as good as she does.

Desmond is still propped between her thighs, his still aching cock hanging between them.

Red’s eyes meet mine over his shoulder, a mix of challenge and invitation, “Finally decided to join us, have you?” Red purrs, her voice dripping with sultry mischief, and I eye Desmond warily.

He could hightail it out of here, his cock tucked between his legs. Sharing isn’t for everyone, but I fucking love it.

The way her face contorts with pleasure and how she moans my name as I drive myself into her over and over again is something else entirely, and I never want to be without her.

Red’s fingers trace lazy circles on Desmond’s chest, drawing him back in like the deadly flower she is.

Sweet, intoxicating until she strikes.

She isn’t vicious like her sister, but instead, goodness radiates from her, and in a fucked up place like Wonderland, that little bit of light attracts the ones lost in the darkness like moths to a flame – none of us cares if we are burned in the process as long as we have her.

I nod in response to her question, my eyes never leaving her or Des, who still hasn’t said anything or moved, “Well?” she purrs, her nails gripping his chin and turning him to face her.

Desmond gulps heavily, his throat bobbing, and he nods, “Sure,” he manages to croak out, his voice rough.

I move closer, seeing the tremble in Desmond’s hands, “First time?” I ask. He nods again. “First time in general or just a three-some?” I ask again.

“Both.” He croaks.

Red licks her lips, her eyes blown with lust and possessiveness. The fact she’s taken his virginity is going to have her on a high for weeks, and I laugh at the way her baby blues slide to mine, her mouth curling up into a seductive grin.

“You ok if I take control?” I take another step, my eyes never leaving his .

I want to make this good for my Atropa, and I love having control, especially when it’s with someone else.

“Sure, man,” he says.

“Move to the edge of the bed.” I order, and he does as he’s told, “Come here, Atropa,” I beckon my girl, clicking my fingers to the floor at my feet – daring her.

Red slides her body over her sheets slowly, teasing me… us.

Then she’s before me, shifting from foot to foot. Her eyes downcast, and her hands clasped in front of her.

“Watch closely. This is how you handle our girl,” I whisper.

I brush my lips against her ear, “Kneel.”

Red says nothing, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud, but she still makes no move to reach for me.

Desmond watches intently, his cock at full mast in front of him, precum leaking from the tip. His head leans back against the wall, watching on with a furrow in his brow.

Deciding to put him out of his misery, I stroke Red’s hair back from her face, “She can be a mouthy thing, and if you give her an inch, she’ll take a fucking mile, but my Atropa loves giving up control, and we love taking it from her.” I tell him. Red’s head leans into my touch, seeking comfort, and I let her, but I know what she truly needs, and that’s to lose control, to let her not think or feel anything other than what we are doing to her and I intend to give her that – I would give her everything.

“Are you my good girl?” I ask her. My hand sinks into her hair. She shakes her head, and I resist the urge to smirk, “No? Then what are you?”

“Your whore. Yours to do with what you please,” she recites, and I grin wickedly, ignoring the way my cock strains against my pants at her words, begging to be let free.

“What do you need, Atropa?”

“Your cock and for Des to touch me,” she pleads, her eyes flicking up to mine in a silent plea.

“You heard her. Touch her,” I instruct Desmond as I undo my pants. The material falls around my ankles, and I kick them off to the side, my cock bouncing off of my stomach.

Red wastes no time, swallowing my cock into her mouth, her skilled tongue working its magic, and I moan in response.

My hand instinctively finds her hair, gripping at the roots to stop her from sucking me so hard that I lose control too fast.

I want to enjoy this. To watch her fall apart as Des explores her body.

Desmond’s hands hesitate, and I reach out, grip his wrist, and guide his hand to her breast.

Her nipples are pebbled, begging for attention, and he rolls them between his fingers .

Red moans around my cock as his hands roam over her body, exploring her every curve with urgent need.

Red’s hand grips my thigh, and the heat of her skin burns, sending a jolt of electricity up my leg and right into my groin.

It’s always like this when she touches me. My whole body feels like it’s alive after being asleep for so long.

Desmond’s hand cups her pussy, and Red gasps, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment, “Yes, keep touching me,” she breathes, her voice a husky plea.

Des, obviously encouraged, trails his fingers down further. His finger slips through her slit and circles her nub, and Red’s movements stall as she jerks from the sensation.

“Fuck she likes that,” I mutter, my focus never wavering from Red’s face. I pull her hair gently, exposing her neck, and Des plants a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat.

My cock falls from her mouth as her head falls back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, “More,” she begs, her voice cracking with urgency.

I move, my muscles flexing as I move and position myself behind her.

My eye is fixated on her as I grip her ass, spreading her cheeks and toying with her hole as Des slides a finger into her pussy.

“Spread your legs wider for me, Atropa,” I command, and she obeys without hesitation, her legs now splayed even further apart.

I wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing gently, “Such a good girl,” I murmur, my tone affectionate but stern, “Let Desmond taste you.”

She nods, and Des’s eyes find mine, a nod; then he kneels before her, his hands resting on her thighs for support.

His gaze never leaves her, travelling over her body, taking in the sight of her before him.

Standing over him like a queen.

“Let me taste you…” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath, “Please.”

Red’s hand tangles in his hair, tugging him closer.

Desmond places soft kisses on her inner thigh, and I drag my tongue across the pulse point on her neck, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse against my mouth, the saltiness mingling with her natural sweetness – still deadly.

Red gasps when Desmond reaches her mound, her hands grasping both of our heads, locking us into place as she trembles in my arms, “Yes, just like that.” She moans, her voice thick with arousal.

Emboldened, Desmond’s tongue traces delicate patterns along her folds, “Fuck, you taste like honey and spice, Cridhe. Sweet, intoxicating, and irresistible. ”

I watch their exchange with a smile, Red’s body twitches against my own, and my cock presses against her entrance, daring me to slip into her.

“Do it,” Red dares me, pressing herself further against me, and my cock slips between her folds, notching at her entrance.

I spread my legs wider, positioning myself and loom over her petite frame.

Our bodies align perfectly, as they always have, and I push into her slowly, “You feel so fucking good, Atropa,” I grunt, my voice rough with need.

“So beautiful,” Des says, his fingers graze against her entrance, and she shudders in my arms, her body breaking out in goosebumps.

Red’s legs weaken, but Des keeps a firm grasp on her thighs, and I band my arm around her waist, pinning her to my chest.

“Harder,” she begs, her voice ragged with desire.

I comply, thrusting deeper into her, each movement causing her to shudder. Wrapping my hand around my throat, the other kneading her breast, I nip her earlobe with my teeth, causing Red to gasp, “Who do you belong to?” I grunt, my thrusts becoming more erratic as I hold off my climax.

She doesn’t answer, only gasping as we both work her to the edge of heaven, but I pull out, hating myself but needing her to say it .

Red’s walls clench around me as I do, a desperate attempt to keep me inside of her where I belong, “Don’t stop,” she pleads, “Please don’t stop.”

Desmond, his voice strained, “I don’t think I can last much longer. Her taste is enough to drive me over the edge.”

Ignoring them both, I pull back, “Who do you belong to, Red?” I ask her, wanting her to say it.

Needing her to say it.

I’m desperate for her… I always have been.

I hold my breath, waiting for her to say the words that will keep me sane because if I am not hers, then I am nothing.

Red turns, dislodging my hands, and I wait just as I always do.

Des gets up from his knees, caging her in between us, and she smiles slyly at me. Her hand reaches up, stroking my cheek with such tenderness that I lean into the touch, and her eyes soften. “Yours, Bander. Always yours.”

“And him?” I nod my head towards Des, whose head shoots up in surprise.

“And him.” She confirms, and Desmond’s face lights up.

“Who else?” I murmur, running a finger over her pebbled nipple.

“There’s a few, but I don’t want to think about them right now. Can we finish what we started, please? ”

“What do you think, Des? Shall we show our girl who she belongs to?” I quirk a brow, loving the way Red presses herself closer to me.

Red’s hand wanders, grasping my cock in her hand and strokes me, “So big,” she whispers, kissing my chest and working her way up, peppering kisses along my sweaty skin until she reaches my eye, “So beautiful,” she smiles, kissing under the empty socket, and I capture her lips with my own.

Even years after losing it, I have never been able to shake the phantom pains of the day it happened.

My Atropa, though, she makes it all go away.

The memories, the pain, the feeling of loss… she makes it all the better for me, and I dread to think about the monster I would have turned into if I had never found her that night.

We have similar demons, after all…