Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
“FALLING TOO” BY VEDA GAIL
LARK
Iawake to four shadows surrounding my coffin—yep, that sounds fucked even in my mind—and soft candlelight flickering off the walls.
Their faces are covered in shadows, the candles clearly behind them, yet I know that it's the Tailor boys instinctively.
Yeah, I will not read into that too much right now.
“Wakey, wakey, beautiful Nightingale,” Jude's voice floats to me as the shadows move to one side of me and I hear the click of padlocks, the lid unlocking.
A rush of warm air caresses my naked skin, and I realize with a jolt that the room is warm, which explains the lack of shivering on my part. I wiggle my toes as I sit up, stretching my arms upwards and twisting my torso.
“Shit,” Knox hisses, but I catch it and give him a wink.
“I bet you're remembering what it felt like to be balls deep inside me, aren't you Daddy?” I ask in a purr, and he rubs a hand over his face.
If he wasn't reliving the scene that lives rent-free in my head before, he is now if the way his jeans have strained over his crotch is any sign. My work here is done.
“Naughty, Nightingale,” Jude tsks, and I can just about make out his teeth gleaming in a feral grin.
He reaches inside the coffin, encouraging me to wrap my arms around his neck and scooping me up in his firm grip, bridal style.
“Now I'm all hard imagining being balls deep inside you,” he whispers against my ear with a nuzzle to my neck, and my nipples pebble.
“Or balls deep in Knox while he's buried in that sweet cunt.”
Fuck. Me.
My pussy clamps violently at that visual, and Jude nips my neck as my thighs twitch.
“Your cock is going nowhere near my ass,” Knox growls out, and Jude just laughs.
“He's living in denial,” he tells me conspiratorially as he turns around and carries me from the room into the brightly-lit corridor.
I squint, wincing as pain shoots through my eyeballs at the sudden light.
“Fucker,” I grumble as he takes unhurried steps forward, another chuckle vibrating in his chest. His bare chest that I can't help but snuggle into, breathing in his sunshine and popping candy scent. Don't ask me what that smells like, it's just delicious and fun, and the best kind of trouble.
“I thought you might need a piss, and unless you want to use a bucket?” he questions, pausing in his steps, and I crack a lid to glare at him. “Okay, Nightingale, no piss buckets.” He chortles again, and I find my lips pulling upwards of their own accord.
“Jude!” I hear Aeron bellow down the corridor, and I suspect Jude wasn't supposed to bring me away from the basement. “Bring her back!”
“See the trouble I get in for you, my Nightingale?” Jude asks as he picks up speed, jogging up the stairs and bouncing me in his arms. My bladder protests at the jostling, but I can’t help grinning as we run away from Aeron.
“I feel you like trouble,” I reply and another infectious laugh leaves his plump lips, which I really want to kiss, when we reach the top of the stairs. He darts across the vast living space to the other stairs.
“Damn right I do,” he answers. I hear movement at the top of the basement stairs and look over Jude's shoulder to see a red-faced, fuming Aeron glaring at us and rushing to catch up.
“Shit, he's gaining on us,” I mock-whisper, laughing as Jude practically sprints down the hallway, and barges into a room to the left. He slams the door behind us and somehow engages some complicated-looking locks all while still holding me tight in his muscular arms.
“Not fucking funny, Jude!” Aeron snarls on the other side of the closed door, pounding the wood so hard that it rattles in the frame.
“You had her all night, brother,” Jude replies cockily, barely out of breath from our flight across the building. “Learn to share.”
I choke on my saliva at that comment and almost fucking piss myself for real.
“Toilet,” I squeak between gasps, and Jude turns around, heading to a door on the other side of the vast bedroom.
I catch little more than a glimpse of a room in bright rainbow colors before he's taking me into his en-suite and carefully sitting me down on the toilet.
He steps away, but just far enough to lean his fine ass on the sink countertop opposite, his inked-up arms crossed over his equally tattooed chest.
“Pervert,” I murmur as I take a piss, the need too desperate to ignore any longer. A long sigh of pleasure leaves my lips as I empty my bladder, having had to hold it for god knows how long.
“Next time you moan like that, it'll be around my hard dick, Nightingale,” Jude promises darkly, and I look up from wiping myself to arch a brow at him.
“Promises, promises, Devil Boy,” I tease, stepping up and flushing the chain, then walk over to where he's leaning to wash up. He doesn't move—fucking shitwad—so I have to reach around him to wash my hands.
Glancing up under my lashes, I watch as his head turns towards me, his eyes dark like the deepest depths of the ocean as he looks over my naked form. I've never been ashamed of my body, regardless of how men have used it in the past, so I let him look his fill as I do the same to him.
Fuck, he's gorgeous. His muscles ripple under all the ink and scars, his Adonis belt, aka cum gutters, begging to be filled with my release. Unfortunately, his black and white checkered pants hide what I know is a dick that would make saints weep and plead to wrap their holy mouths around.
“Nightingale…” he murmurs in a pained voice. “Aeron is going to fucking kill me.”
“Why?” I ask, finally looking back up and drowning in the lust burning in his eyes.
“Because of this,” he tells me, suddenly moving so that he's pinning me against the counter, pressing his pants-clad hardness against my lower stomach, the fabric rough against my skin. Damn, if only I were slightly taller, it would reach where I currently crave him.
Moving achingly slowly, he glides his palm up my naked side, the heat from his touch sending pulsing waves all across my skin. His fingers reach my breast, my peaked nipple desperate for his touch.
“Jude,” I gasp as he toys and plays with the bud, my skin tingling under his caress. I know I shouldn't be enjoying this, he locked me in a glass fucking coffin all night, but I want him. I want him so badly that my teeth ache with the need to have him inside me.
A sharp, tugging pain has me flinching, and I snap my head down to see that he's placed a nipple clamp over my sensitive peak. Several delicate, gold chains dangle from the clamp attached to me, and there are two more clamps swinging from them.
I watch enraptured as he repeats the move on my other side, playing with my nipple and causing a keen full of need to fall from my lips before placing the clamp over it, tightening it until I let out a hissing groan.
“It won't hurt for long, Nightingale,” he whispers in a throaty voice, yanking on the chains that connect the clamps and making my breath hiss again.
“What's the other clamp for?” I ask, my voice fifty shades of husky as my fingers flex at my sides. I know damn well what the third clamp is for, I just want him to say it.
Slowly, Jude sinks to his knees with such a sexy smile that I could almost come right then and there.
“That's the part that'll get me in trouble,” he says, voice soft, his hot breath brushing against my wet folds. I shiver, the clamps on my nipples feeling tighter suddenly.
He leans in, and my head falls back with a groan as his mouth clamps down on my clit, sucking hard.
I cry out as a fierce orgasm rips through me.
No build-up. No warning. Just sheer, painful bliss.
My nailless fingers claw at the stone countertop behind me as the pleasure becomes almost too much, Jude's tongue caressing me until I'm fucking twitching and shuddering, begging him to stop.
Another shriek leaves my lips when he places the clamp on my pulsing clit.
“Fuck!” I shout, so sensitive that it's painful.
“So fucking delicious, Nightingale,” he murmurs, kissing my sweaty thigh before standing up, his lips glistening with my release. “Fucking exquisite.”
He leans down, capturing my lips with his own, and I groan loudly when I taste my cum on his tongue.
He kisses me like he ate me, all hard and demanding like he can't get enough.
I kiss him back just as fiercely, my hands tangling in his soft hair and pulling him closer.
A moan falls from my lips into his mouth when my nipples brush his chest, the clamps providing an incredible pressure.
Capturing his lower lip in my teeth, I bite down hard until copper fills my mouth and Jude gives a low, sexy growl, thrusting his hips and poking me with his member that’s still trapped in his pants.
Just as I reach out to grab it, desperate to feel his silky length in my hand, there's a fucking explosion and the door to the bedroom flies into the room.
I jump hard, my heart thudding in my chest.
“Busted,” Jude murmurs, placing his forehead against mine.
I laugh, the sound dying in my throat as I spot Aeron walking into the room with measured steps, his suit pristine.
“Evening, Devil Man,” I sass him, and he just raises a single brow.
“You didn't need to blow the door off, asshole,” Jude comments, turning around and blocking me from view. “Especially as I dressed our bird up so prettily for you.”
Like a fucking showman at a circus, he steps aside, taking my hand and pulling me forward to show me off to Aeron. I spot Knox and Tarl in the bedroom too, both taking deep inhales as they spot me.
“Fucking hell,” Aeron rasps, and my gaze swings back to him, a fissure of pleasure running through me at his hooded eyes. He rubs a hand over his face, and I know that I've broken him a little in that moment. My lips tug upwards in a sultry smirk.