Chapter 16 #2
Jude takes off with a holler and whoop, the sound echoing in the forest and causing the birds to take flight from the trees as Maleficent’s hooves kick up clods of dirt when he crashes into the forest. Laughing, I follow suit, directing my horse—named Tiam on account of her beautiful soul-filled eyes—in his wake at a slower pace.
I’ll see more if I don’t rush, the sweetness is in the anticipation, after all.
I don’t hear the other two behind me, clearly, they’ve decided to see if they can cut her off and go around. A smart plan, but not one that will win them the prize.
Looking around, I spot broken twigs to the left and my lips tilt upwards. Clever bird. Pulling Tiam to a stop, I swing my leg over and get off, landing silently on the dirt path.
“I’ll catch her better on foot, aziz-e delam,” I whisper as I stroke her soft muzzle. “Go find some nice grass.”
Turning her to face the way that we just came, I give her a light tap on her rump so that she walks towards the fields beyond. Then, I head toward the broken undergrowth, ready to catch my bird.
“SANCTIFY” BY YEARS the piercing feels fucking mind-blowing.
“Open your eyes, Nightingale,” Jude coos, and I do as he says to see his own cock coated in red and his metal gleaming before my face.
Grabbing the base of his dick, he presses it against my lips and I open at the silent command, tasting the tang of copper alongside the musk of Jude as he pushes inside my mouth, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat.
The piercings make for an interesting change; the metal clacking against my teeth as it passes. I gag, and Tarl groans behind me.
“She tightens when you hit her throat, Brat, and it feels fucking incredible.”
Jude holds still, letting me suck in tiny amounts of air as Tarl moves behind me, pushing Jude deeper into my throat. I moan around Jude’s cock as the drag and pull of Tarl’s sends me spinning, my fingers digging into Jude’s flesh with ecstasy.
“Are you ready to be ruined, Nightingale?” Jude asks, his bloody fingertips trailing a wet path down my cheek. I roll my eyes upwards, and give a slight nod, our position making it impossible for me to do much more. “Such a good, broken bird.”
He pulls out, allowing me a gasp of sweet air, before he thrusts into my mouth once more, pushing me back onto Tarl who slides deeper into my cunt. The world around us spins and careens on its axis as he practically touches my cervix, and I whine around Jude’s cock.
“Goddamn,” Tarl rasps out, his fingers gripping my hips just as tightly as mine do Jude’s.
“Does she feel good, sir?” Jude questions, his own voice strained as he repeats the move.
“Exquisite.”
They do as Jude promised, ruining me in the middle of the forest, the gentle breeze caressing the overheated skin of my thighs as the sounds of birds singing returns, our moans and grunts adding to the melody.
They build me higher, my body threatening to burst with the pleasure that they’re forcing upon me, and a part of me never wants it to end, even as another craves the climax that I can feel just out of reach.
Snapping twigs draw me away from the dance we’re doing, and I roll my eyes to the side to see Aeron and Knox standing there, chests heaving as they grip their dicks. I moan around Jude’s cock, and he tugs my hair, my eyes rolling back up to him.
“Do you see how wild you make us all, Nightingale?” he grits out, teeth clenching as he keeps thrusting into my mouth, and I’d worry about him chipping a tooth with all that metal, but I’m too high off them to give a shit. “We’re all desperate for you. You’ve bewitched us.”
Another incoherent sound gurgles in my throat, my inner walls clamping around Tarl as I come so hard that I see fucking stars. My entire body stiffens, the pleasure that’s fracturing my insides almost too much as they thrust harder, fucking me with wild abandon like savages.
I hear curses and scream when Tarl thrusts so hard into me it fucking hurts, but the pain just makes another orgasm rip through me, leaving me trembling and drowning in sweet agony.
He holds me there, pouring his release inside me just as Jude shouts and my throat is full of him as he, too, fills me with his climax.
I’m held motionless, barely able to breathe as I hold them both inside me. The pleasure I feel with these men is tortured bliss, borderline painful, like having my insides rearranged until I no longer recognize who or what I am. Am I a Dead Soldier? Are we still enemies? Do I care either way?
I gasp when Jude slowly pulls out of my mouth, my throat aching with his vicious intrusion. A small moan leaves my swollen lips when Tarl withdraws, and Jude uses his grip on my chin to pull me upwards.
“So fucking beautiful,” he sighs, licking the corner of my mouth and groaning. “And so fucking ours.”
Jude slips his tongue inside my mouth, and like I did for his dick, I open up to him, relishing the taste of naughty deeds and intense highs that hits my tongue.
Tarl presses close behind me, turning my head and breaking my kiss with Jude, placing his lips onto mine so that he can kiss me over my shoulder.
He makes a deep sound when his tongue invades, clearly tasting Jude in my mouth.
Tarl tastes like sinful nights in hot climates, decadent debauchery, and things that heat your cheeks in the light of day. I can’t get enough.
“Ours to ruin,” he whispers when he pulls away.
My head turns again, Knox’s hazel eyes bright and shining with the afterglow of an orgasm.
“Ours to hunt,” he hums, placing his lips over mine and kissing me stupid. I melt into him, loving the taste of him. It’s like flying on the back of a motorcycle down the highway. Like freedom.
“Ours to own and keep,” Aeron adds from the other side, tangling his fingers in my hair and jerking my lips to his, Knox growling as I’m torn from him. “Ours to break and put back together again.”
He whispers the last part against my lips, moments before his own close the minuscule distance. His kiss is an invasion. A possession. He tastes like invading armies that take what they want with no shame, pillaging the land and bending the people to their will.
I sink into it, allowing him his fill with no resistance as he conquers me completely. Everything disappears when they surround me like this. There is no gang war. No enemies. No Romeo and Juliet comparisons. Just them, and me, and us.
I wish with every fiber of my being that it could be like this always.
Just us against the world.
But wishes are like stars. Pretty to look at, yet unreachable. Unattainable.
And there are so many stars in our night sky that it sparkles.