A Death to Seek (Thornes & Roses 3)

My legs shake as my eyes fall closed. I don’t think I can stay like this for much longer. Finn dips two fingers inside me while he sucks my clit, then bites down hard, sending electric currents through my nervous system until I’m screaming his name.

He doesn’t stop, though. My hips roll as I ride his fingers, his face wet and slick with my juices as he finger-fucks me into oblivion. Fireworks sparks at the back of my eyelids while my mouth falls open on another mewl of bliss. My body feels alive.

The gagging sound of Jarred taking Finn’s cock sends me over the edge while Finn teases that spot deep inside me and I’m flying. Darkness consumes me, but this time, it’s not scary, it’s filled with pure, hot, and feral lust. I’m overtaken by it. The need to have both men inside me, the only thing I can think of.

“I… I…I need…” I can’t form words as my body shudders from euphoria. It’s like being high, or drunk. You have no control over your actions. How you feel is nothing you can hold onto. It’s as if a tornado is ripping through every inch of you and all you can do is lie back and let it destroy you.

“We know what you need, Rosebud,” Jarred murmurs behind me as his hands grip my ass, spreading me open to his gaze. His fingers delve into my wetness, coating his finger before he teases the tight entrance that causes me to whimper. He’s right, I want them now, claiming me as theirs.

And I know that once they do, I’ll never be able to leave them.

Ever.

28

ZARIA

The white dress doesn’t feel real. Even as I stare at myself in the mirror, I can’t believe I’m looking at my reflection. After spending my life knowing that my future would be planned out for me, I never allowed myself to think of a dream wedding. I was shocked when dad said he wanted me to marry Finn.

“You look beautiful,” Nesrin says as she enters the room. I’ve asked her to stand by my side as my matron of honor. “The dress is perfect.” She takes me in for a moment, from head to toe. My shoes have offered me some height, which puts us face to face. I still can’t believe this girl is my sister. Well, half-sister, but that still counts. I thought I had lost all my family: first, my father, then my mother, but now, I’ve gained so much more.

“Thank you,” I whisper, emotions holding me hostage. I opted to not wear a veil, so my hair has been styled in loose waves down my back. My makeup is a mix of natural with a smoky eye and a soft pink lip shade. “I wasn’t sure if the shoes would go with the gown, but besides the nerves, I’m happy with how it looks.”

“Nerves are normal,” Nesrin assures me. “I remember when I got married. I was a mess.” The way she holds my arm and offers it a squeeze calms me down somewhat. But there’s still a twist in my stomach along with the flurry of butterflies that can’t seem to leave me alone.

“I can only imagine,” I tell her. “I mean, our guest list is far smaller than you had.”

“It is. I think we had about four hundred people, and most of them I didn’t know,” she tells me. “They were colleagues and staff from Thorne Industries. To be honest, it would have been nicer if we had a more intimate setting. This is perfect.” She gestures around the room, and I know that outside, we have about fifty guests waiting.

I let out a long breath as I glance at myself in the mirror. It’s now or never. But I know that there is no way I can walk away from this. I’m in it. There are two men outside that I love more than I wanted to admit. At first, I found it difficult to even consider having both men in my life. But now, after the handful of months, I can’t think of not having them right next to me.

“Are you ready?” Nesrin asks, her smile is infectious, and I can’t help but return it.

Nodding slowly as I run my hands down my dress, I turn to my sister and smile. “I think so. There isn’t anything that can keep me from getting married. I just need to calm the butterflies in my stomach.”

She smiles. I know she knows how it feels. Then, she tells me, “Finn and Jarred are going to lose their minds when they see you walk down that aisle. A princess befitting of a royal ceremony.”

I turn to her. She’s married to Damien, Finn’s eldest brother, and she’s known Finn far longer than I have. “Do you think Finn is happy?” I don’t know why I need to know this now, or why I’m asking her, but I trust her. She is my sister after all.