Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“MIDAS” BY SKOTT
LARK
The next time I wake up, I find the other ocean-eyed brother staring at me, his eyes soft like the calm, cool depths as he watches me from the end of Jude’s bed.
“Good morning, Dove.”
“Uh, morning?” It comes out more of a question than a greeting. I’m not used to this gentle politeness.
“Don’t look so fucking confused,” he huffs, and my lips tilt up in a half grin. There’s the asshole that we know and love. Wait! Not love, I meant like. Definitely like. “Time to get ready. We’re going out.”
“What?” I sit bolt upright, uncaring that the sheet pools in my lap, and his eyes rake over my exposed tits with molten, passionate fire making the blue glimmer.
“You know I don’t enjoy repeating myself,” he says, voice an octave lower than it was before. He looks back up at my face, although it appears like it takes some effort to tear his gaze away from my body. “We’re all going out today, and you’ll be coming with us. Here.”
He lifts a pile of clothes, and I just stare dumbstruck.
“You’re giving me clothes? And taking me out?”
“Well, as much as I’d like you to remain naked, it’s not appropriate outside the house. Plus, no one gets to see what belongs to us,” he tells me, his eyes darting back down to my nipples, which harden under his continued stare.
I stay still for a moment, trying to work out what all this means, what the new angle is, my hands wringing the sheet pooled in my lap. He sighs.
“Look, Dove, we just thought that you needed a break and some fresh air.” He gets up from his place at the foot of the bed, still holding the pile of clothes, and walks around to my side.
He extends his arm, holding his free hand out, and waits for me to take it.
I pause for a moment, still unsure what price I will pay for this kindness. Nothing in life is free, I know that more than most.
With a huff, I decide that I’m not some wilting flower to cower over a pile of fucking clothes, and I really want to get out of this house, spacious as it is. So I throw back the sheet and reach for his hand.
A zing of electricity zaps up from my fingers as I make contact, and I’m sure he feels the same way when his eyes widen briefly. I can’t deny the flash of satisfaction when those deep blue eyes of his travel down my naked body.
“Jude left you some ointment for your new ink,” he says in that deep voice which always makes my core clamp. I register his words, gasping before releasing his hand and rushing over to the full-length mirror on the front of Jude’s closet.
“Jesus,” I whisper, taking in the admittedly stunning design of delicate chains that cover my body.
They dip across my upper chest, dropping between my breasts and swooping underneath them, only to drop again and cover my hips and upper thighs.
There are intricate mandalas at the center of my underbust and just above my pussy.
What, perhaps, is most surprising is several small birds that hold the chains up, draping them across my body. “He gave me my birds.”
I watch as Aeron comes up behind me, his body warmth seeping into my back as he steps closer, one hand coming around to trace the outline of a swallow on my collarbone. My skin shivers at the touch, my nipples hardening to points.
“He said something about ‘not all chains keep you from flying’,” he tells me, and tears rush to my eyes.
That shouldn’t touch me, they tattooed fucking chains all over my body to declare their ownership for fuck’s sake, but maybe Jude is right.
Maybe, by becoming theirs, I’m freer than I have been before?
Taking a deep inhale, not ready to face that clusterfuck of a mind fuck, I turn so that I’m pressed up to Aeron, my breasts touching his shirt, my palms coming up to rest on his pecs.
They flex under my touch and I’m almost wild with curiosity to see what he looks like with no clothes on.
Is he inked up? Knox mentioned Jude has marked them all.
“Thank you for the clothes, Devil Man,” I whisper, needing to get rid of some of this vulnerability that’s coating my insides and making my throat tight.
Leaning in further, I ghost my lips over his, unable to stop the small moan that leaves my mouth at the softness of them.
“Dove,” he warns, his lips moving against mine, and I quiver at the sensation, needing more.
I run my tongue along the seam, dipping inside his hot mouth to lick inside.
With a groan that has my thighs clenching, he tangles one hand in my hair and the soft sound of the clothes falling to the floor reaches my ears moments before his other hand grabs my hips as he yanks me closer.
I whimper as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, completely dominating the kiss, but I don’t care.
He tastes like darkness and sin, like the things that you should run away from, but also, it's a little like coming home on a frozen winter’s night to find a roaring fire and a cup of hot cocoa waiting.
“Aeron,” I whine as he releases my mouth, angling my head to run lips, tongue, and teeth down my neck. “Please.”
“Please what, Dove?” he growls, delving back to suck a spot on my throat that has wetness seeping down my inner thighs.
And I know that it’s probably all kinds of fucked up given what happened yesterday with my past rearing its ugly head, but I need the release that only these guys seem to be able to give me.
“Please make me come, sir.”
He snarls, his entire body going taut as his mouth leaves my throat.
“You make me fucking wild,” he accuses, using his grip to back me towards the bed.
He shoves me hard, and I land on my back with an oomph, my eyes wide and my chest heaving with fucking need. I get just enough time to note his rumpled appearance and then he’s pouncing, growling as he pushes my thighs open and buries his head in between them.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan out long and low as he destroys me with his wicked tongue, and the noises that he makes as he holds me open are criminal.
The strokes of his tongue make me feel feral and wanton, my body writhing as I simultaneously try to move away and get closer. The pleasure is almost painful, my teeth clenching against the sudden onslaught of electricity that zaps across my skin.
“I fucking knew that you’d taste like heaven,” he pauses, swiping a finger through my folds, my hips bucking at the tease.
“You gonna keep chatting, Devil Man? Or are you going to make me come?”
His head snaps up, his eyes narrowed in a glare as his whole body freezes.
Oh. Shit.
“You are in no position to make demands, Dove,” he tells me, voice deep and deadly.
It doesn’t matter that the lower part of his mouth and chin are slick with my juices.
Aeron Taylor can be one scary motherfucker when he wants to, and right now, my body trembles in fear and pleasure.
“Now, for your disobedience, you won’t come until I tell you to, understood? ”
“And what will you do if I do come?”
He smirks, the smile sharp enough to cut.
“I’ll edge you until it’s time to leave, stroke myself to completion all over your face, and then make you walk out of here covered in my cum and desperate for a release that no one will give you until you’ve learned your lesson.”
Fuck me.
I lick my suddenly dry lips.
“I’ll be good.”
“There’s my perfect little doll,” he praises, and something about the names that these boys give me when we’re getting down and dirty makes my core quiver in anticipation.
With more control than he had a moment ago, he lowers his face again, studying my pussy.
“Such a pretty pink pussy, Dove. So ripe for us to taste.”
An obscene noise falls from my lips as he does just that, tasting me with slow, firm strokes of his tongue as if he’s licking his favorite ice cream. I get lost in the pleasure, the fire that makes my nerves tingle slowly building up to an inferno until I’m sweating and panting.
“Please, please, please,” I beg, clenching my fists into the comforter to hold back the wave that is threatening to take me under.
“Not yet, little doll,” Aeron coos, the feel of his breath as he speaks over my swollen cunt making me grit my teeth with the need to hold back my release. “I want to feel you strangle my cock as you come.”
I blink my eyes open to see him stand up, slowly loosening his tie. He places one knee on the bed, reaching over my panting body as he holds the silk out over my eyes. Wordlessly, I lift my head, allowing him to slip the fabric around and bind it so I can no longer see.
“Good girl,” he whispers over my mouth, and my tongue flicks out to taste myself on his lips. “Now I want you to feel me completely as I consume you.”
“DADDY” BY SAKIMA, YLXR
AERON
I watch as her chest hitches with her sharp inhale, and pulling away, I can see the moment when she can’t feel me over her anymore, her body moving towards my heat. A part of my inner beast likes that, that her body wants me so badly.
“Hands above your head, sweet Dove,” I order, my rock-hard dick twitching when she immediately obeys, raising her arms.
Fuck yes. This is how I want her. Blindfolded and at my mercy. Little does she know that she’s the one with all the power here, my cock weeping with the need to feel her around it, my balls aching to empty themselves into her warm heat.
Her body tenses, waiting for me as I unbutton my shirt, letting it drop to the floor of my brother’s room. They’re all downstairs, waiting, and my lips tilt with the thought that soon they’ll be hearing her scream my name.
She twitches at the clink of my belt buckle, her chest rising and falling faster when the dull thud of my pants hitting the carpet sound around us. I grip my dick, squeezing the base hard and shivering at the intense sensation that rolls over me.
“Who do you belong to, Dove?” I question, kneeling between her still-splayed thighs. Her pussy glints in the morning light, and I have to bite my lip to stop the growl that wants to leave them from escaping.