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"Someone seems to be enjoying the show, Ax. Should we make her participate?" Caine kept his grip on me as Axel left my gaze.

"Caine, just let her go."

"Oh, come on, Ax. She likes what she's been reconnoitering. I bet you she's never enjoyed a cock fucking her mouth, have you, Lyra?"

"Caine." Axel tried to get my stepbrother under control, but it wouldn't work. Caine was mad I discovered their secret. I had to pay the penance for my crime against him.

"Answer me, Lyra," at his growl, I finally closed my eyes.

"I-I have not enjoyed sucking a cock," I answered truthfully.

"See, Ax! I knew it. This little angel of the light hasn't done shit!" Caine cackled, while Axel looked uncomfortable.

Before I could add any input, Caine pulled my hair for my neck to be exposed. He growled right behind me for his chest to vibrate against my back.

"When others see you walk into the room, they want to confess their wrongs." The hardness of Caine's teeth nipped at the shell of my ear. I couldn't control the shiver that raked through my submissive soul. "When I see you, I want to commit them against you."

I couldn't control the gasp that left my lips.

"Don't worry, Little Light. I won't force you to gain wings like mine... not yet, anyway." Caine swiveled his hips to the side of me for his dick to jut out toward Axel's mouth again.

I hated that he used my father's nickname for me. Even worse? I hated that I liked it even more when it spilled from his toxic lips.

"Axel, show this little virgin how sucking a cock is done. Show Lyra what she's been missing from not partaking of the forbidden."

"Caine-"

"That was an order, Axel. Unless you use your safeword, we're still in our intimacy."

Just like that, I understood they weren't just ordinary partners. Caine and Axel were in some kind of BDSM relationship. I gave my cousin a little nod to his head that I was fine with their little game.

He sighed, "Yes, sir."

As Axel's mouth took Caine's cock, I got a front row seat to the show. Just by looking down, I could see how each of them enjoyed it. It didn’t help that my cousin kept eye contact with me as Caine used him.

Axel's hand worked his own shaft as Caine moved me with him to fuck Axel's face. The movements were jarring because I could hear the sloppiness of Axel's mouth every time Caine made us push and pull.

Like lovers on the dance floor, I fell into the rhythm, unable to resist how much I enjoyed it all. Caine's hand rubbed my lower belly where a sensitive nerve sat. I trembled under his control as he got off using our cousin's mouth.

I knew that if either man brushed my sex, they'd discern how much I loved it. Trying to keep my composure, I was gone the second Axel lost his restraint.

His eyes feasted on me as he ruptured from below. Biting my lip, I knew I didn't need to make a sound of pleasure for him to know I loved seeing this moment.

"Oh, shit!" Caine growled right before exploding into Axel's mouth. As they both caught their breath, I nearly sprinted out of the cell.

I needed some time to myself as I realized what I just exposed. After learning I still cared for Axel, Caine just discovered I was attracted to him as well. Another secret that I let slip from my guard faltering.

Caine cackled from the cell. "That's right, Little Light. Learn your place because it isn't here."

My place...

If only he knew where my place would be.

22

Simone

Detective Winston talked to me an hour ago, prepping me for when I'd leave here. He was nervous Barcel would catch wind of it, so I was to act natural during the movement.

My freedom was coming today.

A future I thought I would never see outside of this iron prison. Thanks to Lyra, her companion on the outside found a way to break me free of my chains.

Slowly, I looked around my room, taking in what had been my hell for so long. I didn't know what the world would be like for me as a vampire, but I knew it couldn't be worse than how it began.

As a human, I had been a hermit to my home. I had a few friends, but I grew up in an orphanage. My birth mother had been killed when I was four, so I learned to not trust the