5 ~ Threads of Surrender.

ASHRIEL’s POV

The weekend stretched long without our parents. Every glance from Jordan or Riley lit my nerves on fire. My cock stayed half-hard most of the time, leaking into my underwear at the memory of their touches.

'They own me already,' I thought, my heart racing whenever they entered a room.

I craved more, even as fear twisted in my gut.

The worst part?

I couldn’t approach them. I’d keep on waiting till they want it.

Saturday morning arrived with sun pouring through the windows. I woke up sticky from a wet dream—Jordan's thick cock down my throat, Riley's fingers buried in my ass....