Chapter 1
JUDE
“Let’s go to Roxy’s, Nightingale,” I tell her as I serve up her favorite breakfast of fluffy pancakes, butter, syrup and strawberries.
My cock hardens in my velvet pants just watching her fucking lick syrup off the side of her fork, and the smirk on her lips tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing. Naughty little minx.
“I don’t need any more clothes Jude,” she replies, but I see the yearning in her eyes. Our beautiful broken bird has developed a love of clothes shopping and I plan to indulge her new craving as much as possible.
“None of us need clothes, Nightingale,” I tell her, sitting down next to her and grabbing her fork out of her hand.
It’s telling that she doesn’t grumble, just raises an auburn brow at me, opening those lush lips when I present a piece of pancake between my thumb and forefinger.
“But as Aeron insists we wear them, we may as well buy as many as we like.”
“I insist you wear them. Dove can walk around naked. In fact, I think she should go back to doing that more often,” Aeron drawls, folding the newspaper he was reading and giving Nightingale a searing look that’s full of command.
“I would love to, Devil Man,” she says, and her light and teasing tone brightens the whole fucking warehouse. “But Jude and I are going shopping, and nudity on the streets is frowned upon.” She smiles sweetly at him, and I bark out a laugh at the glare he aims at me.
“Nightingale has spoken, brother. But later we can all get naked. I’ll even get on my knees for you, if you ask nicely.”
“For fuck’s sake, Jude. How many times do we have to over this? I am not interested in fucking my brother.” He rubs his eyes with his hand and I chuckle.
“You keep telling yourself that, brother,” I lean in to Nightingale, whispering loudly enough for Aeron to hear.
“One day he’ll cave, darling Nightingale.
Just give it time.” She giggles, but I don’t miss the hitch in her breath, the way her chest rises and falls more rapidly than before.
I look over her to catch Aeron’s eye, knowing that with his obsession of her, he’ll have noticed her reaction too.
Our naughty little bird likes the idea of Aeron and I together, it’s obvious by the flush that decorates her beautiful cheeks.
“Still not happening,” he tells me in a hard tone, folding the newspaper with a snap and placing it under his arm.
He walks the small distance to us, bending down and grasping hold of Nightingale’s chin, tipping her face up to him.
He lets the tension build, and her blush spreads down her neck, her tongue coming out to lick her lips in an obvious invitation.
“I expect you to be naked and waiting on my bed when I get back later, Dove. Jude can join us.” He swoops down, kissing her hard and her hands fist the lapels of his navy suit jacket, uncaring that she’s wrinkling them to hell.
Watching them is so fucking hot, as it always is, and I just know that I won’t last until later to feel her wrapped around me, screaming my name for all to hear. That’s okay, Roxy has dressing rooms.
Abruptly he pulls away, and she sways towards him, so much that I grab her shoulders so she doesn’t topple out of her chair.
Her chest heaves, and the shirt she’s wearing—one of Knox’s if I’m not mistaken—has fallen of one creamy shoulder so she looks deliciously debauched.
Aeron swipes a thumb over her bottom lip, and then without another word, he turns on his polished heel and stalks out of the room towards the garage.
“Ready for shopping, my beautiful Nightingale?” I breathe into her ear, my fingers squeezing her shoulders when she shudders.
“O—okay.”
“Good girl.”
I pull up in front of Roxy’s a scant half an hour later, turning off the engine and hopping out of the car, going to Nightingale’s side and opening the door for her, my hand out.
“Such a gentleman, my Devil Prince,” she teases, and my cock, which has been sporting a semi since breakfast, stands to rigid attention. No matter, she’ll be taking care of it real soon.
“Even dark princes can be gentlemen, Nightingale,” I tell her as I place her hand in the crook of my elbow and lead her to the store.
Roxy’s is one of my happy places, it’s so full of color and exciting things that make my heart beat faster.
Clothes maketh the man, in my humble opinion, and Roxy’s has the best choice.
The bell tinkles when we enter, and my smile widens when I breathe in that familiar old clothes smell.
The only better scent is between my little darling’s thighs, and I’m planning on mixing the two today into something explosive.
“Lark! Jude!” Roxy hurries over, grabbing Nightingale and pulling her into a hug that she returns.
They’ve become good friends over the past few weeks, going out for coffee and apparently they share a love of smutty romance books.
“I have to tell you about this new FF book I just read. It’s called Femme Fatale, and it’s by this awesome new author, Ruby Smoke—most badass name ever.
Girrrllll…the steam is,” she gives a chief’s kiss and Nightingale giggles.
“Sounds awesome, but you know I need a little D to keep me going.” They both laugh, and I join in.
“There’s nothing little about the D you get, Nightingale,” I tell her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to me. “Seems like you might need a little reminder.” She bites her lower lip, and Roxy makes a noise of amused disgust.
“No fucking her in my shop, Jude. I have the power to bar you and I will use it,” she threatens, but I just chuckle and give her a wink.
“No promises, Rox.” Taking my black card out of my pocket, I hand it to her. She narrows her eyes at me, but I just turn back to my girl. “Come on, Little Nightingale. Let’s find you some pretty things.” She rolls her eyes at me—such a brat—but allows me to lead her into the store.
We spend some time picking out a few pieces, in particular a short floral summer dress that would look awesome with some kick ass boots I got her last week.
I can understand why children like to play with dolls, dressing them up is so much fun.
Leading her to the dressing room, I pull us both into one cubicle, hanging up the clothes on the hook and pulling the curtain closed behind us.
“I think I can take it from here, Jude,” she tells me, hands on hips as she turns to face me. Her eyes go wide when I just give her a devilish grin.
“Little dolls don’t talk, Nightingale,” I tell her, watching as her chest rises rapidly, her pupils becoming wider.
She’s still got Knox’s shirt on, and I decide that really I shouldn’t leave the rest of them out, so I take my phone out of my pocket, switching the camera onto video and placing it on the small bench, facing us.
She watches, but says nothing. My fingers brush along her exposed collarbone and the shiver that runs through her is delicious. “Arms up.”
She obeys me without question, and I love it just as much as I love to obey Tarl or Knox.
I drop Knox’s t-shirt on the bench, being careful not to cover the phone and then I bend down, grasping her booted foot in one hand.
Her hands land on my shoulders, balancing herself while I take the boot off, leaving the fluffy sock and then move to do the same with the other one.
Straightening up, I pop the button on her jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly, watching the pulse at her neck thrum and beat faster as the sound fills the small space. Bending again, I help her take them off, until she’s just in her lacy underwear and fluffy socks.
“This dress first,” I whisper, taking the short floral one off the hanger and holding it open over her head.
It’s loose, ruffled layers of fabric that fall from her shoulders and end at her upper thigh.
Fucking perfect. Leaning down again, I help her put the boots back on, then spin her around so she’s facing the mirror.
“Perfection.” She looks stunning, the dress hiding all her curves in a way that leaves you desperate to discover them.
“Now, hands on the mirror doll. And remember, not a peep.”
Her nostrils flare and her eyes widen, but she holds my gaze as she does as I command, the heady rush of controlling her goes straight to my weeping dick and I lift the dress at the back, exposing her peachy ass covered in lace.
Taking one side of her panties in my hands, I tug and the sound of ripping fabric is loud is the small space; her accompanying gasp like music to my ears.
She doesn’t say anything though when I repeat the move on the other side.
Tucking the now ruined panties in my back pocket, I kick her ankles apart, giving me better access to her beautiful pussy.
The need to be inside her roars through me, and I waste no fucking time in undoing my pants, letting my dick spring free.
There’s no foreplay, just the overwhelming desire to be sheathed in her wet heat, so I position myself at her entrance, and in one hard thrust, I’m seated to the hilt.
Her mouth opens on another gasp, her fingers flexing on the mirror as her eyes roll, but still she keeps silent.
“Such a good fucking doll,” I praise, giving us both a minute to just fucking feel.
It’s so right to be inside her, for her to be wrapped and pulsing around my cock like she’s desperate to be there is like nothing else on this earth.
Not even Disney feels this good. “Now be quiet while I fuck you raw.”
I bite my lip to hold in the groan when her inner walls flutter at my dirty words, our girl loves that kind of talk and I won’t deny her a single fucking thing for as long as I live.
Pulling almost all the way out, I slam back inside her, uncaring that the sound of our bodies coming together is loud enough to alert everyone else in the store what is going on.
“So. Fucking. Perfect,” I grit out as I pound into her, unable to slow down, the need to fill her until she’s brimming with my cum is something that I have no desire to control or curtail.
My hands hold her hips in a bruising grip, and I dig my fingers even more when the tingles start at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up as I get ready to explode. “Come for me now, little doll.”
Letting go with one hand, I raise it and bring it down hard on her ass as I bury myself deep inside her slick cunt. I stare at her in the mirror as she bites her lip, her pussy walls tightening and fluttering around me, telling me she’s close.
“Play with yourself, make yourself come,” I order, my voice low and rasping as I hold my orgasm back. After all, ladies first.
She whimpers as her fingers make contact with her clit, which I know will be swollen and just begging for attention.
Later I’ll suck and lick it as my brother fucks her, maybe even get in a lick or two of his disco stick.
I feel her come a second before I see it all over her face, the exquisite agony of pleasure making her jaw clench and her entire body seize.
I take that as my cue to pound harder, faster inside of her, chasing my release which hits me like a fucking smack to the face.
It takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to roar with how fucking good it feels, my dick pumping her full of my seed as I’m buried so deep it must be a brief trip into her womb.
Leaning over her, I kiss her neck, nipping and sucking as we both shudder and come down. The euphoria after a climax with her is out of this fucking world, and I bask in the glow for a few seconds before pulling out, then dropping to my knees to help her clean up.
“Jude—” she gasps as my tongue licks up her swollen lips, my cum giving her a salty flavor that matches her sweetness perfectly. She’s soon making small gasping sounds and low moans as I lick every inch of her, drinking up her second climax as it bursts on my tongue.
By the time I’m done, she’s twitching, panting and covered in sweat, but her pussy is clean and I place a last kiss on her lips before straightening up and tucking my hard again dick away. That’ll have to wait until later, Roxy will only give us so much grace.
“Come on, beautiful Nightingale. Let’s try the rest on and head home.” I help her straighten up, and once I’ve decided what she’s getting—she is my doll after all—we head back out and place our finds on the counter.
“I should ban you both for that shit,” Roxy hisses at us, and Nightingale blushes her skin practically glowing.
“Don’t be salty, Rox. How can I resist her when she looks like that?” I tell her, and she just rolls her eyes at me, ringing everything up and then swiping the card I gave her earlier. “Well, just don’t make a habit of it. I’m not running a brothel!”
Laughing I grab the bags and my girl’s hand, who just shrugs at Roxy as I lead her out of the store, and we head back to the car, and back to our home, a place that is so much brighter than it used to be before we caught ourselves a little bird.