Madness (Madness #1)

Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

Sweat clings to my skin, the nightmare lingering at the edges of my mind.

I throw my covers back, the cold flooring a balm on my soul as I sneak from my room across the hall to the twin’s room.

The cold metal of the handle feels like ice against my fingertips as I turn it slowly, praying that I don’t wake them both up.

The hallway is eerily silent, and I swear my mind is trying to play tricks on me, casting shadows on the walls from nothing .

My heart pounds against my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum.

The door creaks open just enough for me to slip through, and I step into their room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the window.

Desmond lays on his bed, his back to me, seemingly asleep. But I knew better.

I can see the slight rise and fall of his shoulders, the way his fingers twitch ever so slightly, betraying him.

I move silently across the room, my bare feet making no noise, and the closer I get, the scent of him fills my nostrils – a mix of soap and something that’s uniquely him, something that makes my heart beat faster. I reach the edge of the bed and kneel on the edge of the mattress, my breath catching in my throat.

“Desmond,” I whisper, my voice barely so I don’t wake Dusty. “Wake up.”

He doesn’t move at first, but then his body tenses, and he rolls over slowly, his eyes blinking open.

“Red?” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. “What are you doing here?”

Before I can answer, a noise from the corner of the room makes us both freeze. I turn my head, my heart skipping a beat as I see Dusty sitting up in his bed in the shadows.

My stomach twists into knots .

Dusty has always been quiet around me, observing more than speaking, but seeing him here, so still and watchful, sends a shiver down my spine.

Desmond breaks the tension, reaching out and taking my hand, “It’s okay.” His touch is warm and grounding, and I can feel the lingering nightmare leave my mind, “We can talk about it later. Right now, I want to know why you’re here.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

How do I tell him that I couldn’t cope with the need to cut into my skin from the moment I opened my eyes? That the lingering image of my sister looming over me makes the need to paint stronger, and without paint, I’m slowly going insane with the promise I made him.

“I wanted to be with you,” I admit, though it’s not entirely the truth, “I needed to be with you.”

Desmond’s eyes darken, and he tugs me closer, pulling me onto the bed beside him. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

I shiver from the contact, my body responding to his touch.

I can feel the heat radiating from him, the way his muscles flex beneath his skin, and then, without warning, he kisses me—demanding, deep and possessive .

His tongue pushes past my lips, exploring, and I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders as I melt into him.

Desmond’s hands roam my body, sliding under my shirt to caress my back, my sides, and my breasts.

Each touch sends sparks of electricity through me, driving me wild with need and igniting a fire that seems to burn hotter with each second that ticks by.

I arch into him, desperate for more.

Desmond pulls away, his breathing ragged, and his eyes slide over my shoulder, locking with Dusty’s.

For a moment, neither of them speaks, and the tension builds until it seems to crackle across the room.

“You don’t have to stay hidden,” Desmond says, his voice low. “If you want to join, all you have to do is say so.”

My heart skips a beat. Join in? Does he mean…?

Dusty seems to hesitate, his expression almost unreadable… guarded.

Then, slowly, he stands and makes his way over to the bed, his movements graceful, almost predatory.

He climbs onto the mattress, pushing me closer to Desmond and sandwiching me between them.

“Are you sure?” he whispers against my shoulder, and I nod in response.

I want them both badly .

Dusty reaches out and touches me. His fingers are cool against my clammy skin, and I gasp, my body trembling with anticipation.

Her runs his hand down my arm, his touch feather light before cupping my chin and turning my head to face him.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice soft but firm.

I obey, my eyes meeting his.

There’s something in his gaze, something intense that makes my breath catch in my throat, and then he’s kissing me—gentle, exploratory, his lips moving against mine with almost painful tenderness.

Desmond watches us both, his eyes dark with desire. His hands slide under my shirt again, this time lifting it over my head and tossing it to the floor. I shiver as the cool air hits my skin, but it’s quickly replaced with the warmth of Desmond’s touch.

He trails kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin while Dusty explores my mouth with his tongue, his hands roaming my body with a slow, deliberate pace that is driving me crazy.

I break the kiss, “I thought you were always in a hurry?”

He chuckles, and his eyes light up, “I like to be early with many things, baby, but you are not one of them. I could stay here all night, exploring every inch of your skin, and I wouldn’t care if I was late for anything as long as you were under me.”

Desmond’s hand slips between my legs, his fingers finding my core and stroking me gently. I gasp, my hips bucking into his touch. Dusty’s kiss deepens, and his tongue delves into my mouth as if he’s trying to claim me.

“Fuck Red,” Desmond mutters against my skin, his fingers moving faster, harder. “You’re so fucking wet for us.”

I can barely form words, my mind far too clouded with pleasure to even try.

“Please.” I manage to rasp out, my voice croaking as the orgasm flutters inside of me, “Please.”

Desmond growls in response, his hand moving faster and his thumb circling my clit. Dusty’s kisses grow more frantic, his hands gripping my thighs tightly as he presses himself against me, his erection prominent through the fabric of his pants.

“Tell us what you want,” Dusty demands, and I chuckle at how such a quiet man can be so demanding in the bedroom.

“Are you always this bossy?” I tease.

“Dusty is a deviant in the bedroom, Cridhe. Together we can make you see stars,” Desmond says, never stopping his attack on my clit.

“What do you want, Red? Tell me.”

“I want… I want both of you,” I pant, my body trembling with need. “I want you inside me. ”

Desmond’s eyes flash with satisfaction, and he pulls back, yanking his shirt off and discarding it. Dusty follows suit, his movements clumsy, and in moments, we are all naked, our bodies glistening with sweat, and their erections stand proudly.

I want to lick them.

Devour them.

Desmond turns me on my side, positioning himself behind me, his cock pressing against my entrance.

Dusty takes my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Do you trust us?” he asks me, his voice low.

I nod, “Yes. I trust you.”

I barely finish my sentence as Desmond thrusts into me hard and fast, making me feel so full. I cry out, my body arching against him, my nails digging into Dusty’s arms. He holds me stead, his grip hard as Desmond begins to move, his hips slamming into mine with brutal force.

Dusty’s lips find mine again as Desmond pounds into me. The sensations become almost overwhelming, a blend of pain and pleasure that leaves me feeling breathless.

I can feel Desmond’s cock throbbing inside of me while Dusty’s hands roam my body, exploring it, memorising it, and his fingers tease my pebbled nipples, my thighs and strokes my clit.

“Fuck, Red.” Desmond grunts, “I can feel you squeezing my cock. You feel so fucking good.”

I can barely think, my mind consumed with the raw, primal need that surges through. I want more, need more, and I’m not going to stop until I get it.

“Dusty,” I gasp, “Please… inside me too,” I say almost deliriously, my words barely making any sense.

Dusty’s eyes darken, and he pulls back, positioning my leg over Desmond’s, who slows his thrusts giving Dusty the space he needs to line up his cock with my entrance. And then, with one swift motion, Dusty enters me, his cock sliding into me alongside Desmond’s.

I scream, the sensation of being filled by both of them at once almost too much to bear.

My body trembles between them, my vision blurring as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Desmond and Dusty move in unison, their moves synchronised, and I swear I black out for a moment as my body becomes so overwhelmed.

“Oh god,” I whimper, “I’m going to come.”

Desmond’s hand finds my clit again, his fingers working furiously as Dusty’s lips capture mine in a bruising kiss.

The pressure builds and builds, and then I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me with such force that I think I might pass out.

“That’s it, Red,” Dusty growls, “Come for us. Such a perfect little slut, taking me and my brother’s cocks so well.”

I shatter, my body convulsing around their cocks as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Desmond and Dusty follow, their groans mingling with mine as they come inside me, filling me.

For a moment, we lay here, panting, our bodies slick with swear, and any traces of the nightmares that brought me to this room dissipated.

Desmond pulls out, collapsing against the mattress while Dusty remains inside of me, his cock softening but making no move to pull out.

“Well,” Dusty says finally, breaking the silence, “That was… unexpected.”

Desmond chuckles, plastering his front to my back, “Yes, but very much welcome.”

I smile in response, my body still humming with pleasure, “Definitely not unwelcome. Though I do apologise if I woke you up when I came in here.”

“Don’t apologise. I’ve dreamt of this for weeks now,” Dusty says, kissing me again, this time more slowly, savouring the moment.

His soft cock twitches inside of me, and I moan in response.

“Come on, brother. Let’s get our girl cleaned up,” Desmond says, scooting off the bed and extracting me from his brother’s arms.

The shower steam fills the room, and Desmond and Dusty both stand next to it, the sound of the water cascading down echoing in the tiled room .

They pull me into the stream, and my eyes close involuntarily, the warm water soothing my still-trembling body.

“Red,” Dusty starts, his voice now gentle as he reaches out to me, “Let us take care of you.”

I nod, no longer having the energy to stand up, and my eyes flutter open, meeting their matching ones, “Thank you.”

Desmond carefully pours a dollop of shampoo into his hand, rubbing it into a lather before gently applying it to my red locks. “You did so good, Cridhe.”

Dusty picks up a washcloth from the side, dipping it into the warm water, then rubbing over my sensitive skin, “You were amazing.”

I close my eyes again, letting the feeling of them both looking after me settle into my soul.

As the water washes away the suds, I feel better and more refreshed, and the delicious ache between my legs makes me feel alive.

There’s a bang outside of the door, and the sounds from Wonderland filter in… a reminder as to where we are. The echoes of hysterical laughter and chatter from the other patients bring me back to reality, and I hate it, knowing I don’t belong here – that I never did.