Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“CRAZY IN LOVE” BY EDEN PROJECT
KNOX
Iwatch as our Little Bird comes undone right in front of me, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Her cheeks are flushed, her body frozen in ecstasy as Aeron continues to pound into her from behind, a vicious snarl on his lips, his suit jacket wrinkled, as he looks in the same direction she does.
Glancing behind me, I can’t help the smirk tugging my lips upwards when I see the fire in Rufus Jackson’s eyes as he watches his mortal enemies fuck his only daughter. His gaze flicks to mine, and my grin widens as I lift my chin and mouth one word at him.
Ours.
His jaw tightens, and I hope he cracks a fucking tooth, as with a slight lift of his upper lip, he spins around and storms out. My breathing catches as an older teenage boy, perhaps eighteen, who has flame-red hair and startling, blue eyes stares at our group. Rook Jackson, Lark’s brother.
It’s not seeing him for the first time that makes my heart suddenly gallop, or the eerie resemblance to our Little Bird. It’s the look of confused hunger in his eyes as he watches his sister clearly get fucked that sets my teeth on edge.
Swelling my chest, and stepping so I block his view—I’m a big motherfucker and I know he can’t see past me—I turn back to her to see how she’s reacting to seeing her brother, but her eyes are closed, and by the blissed out, slightly pained look on her face, she didn’t notice him. Good.
“Come again for us, Eshgham,” Tarl commands, his hand tightening around her throat. Luckily, he’s got a long reach, having to stretch past Jude who has his hand buried in between her legs and shows no sign of giving up that treasure.
I watch as her lips part, the lower one quivering as her eyebrows furrow.
“I–I c–can’t,” she gasps, voice barely above a whisper.
“You can and you will, Dove,” Aeron snarls, a sharp clap sounding as he smacks her ass hard.
“Fuuuuck!” she yells, her hands gripping the rail so tightly that her knuckles turn white as she climaxes again. Aeron pounds into her, his hands clamping her hips so tightly that I can already see the bruises blooming on her pretty, porcelain skin. She marks up so beautifully for us.
With an animalistic roar, he thrusts powerfully, seating himself inside her as he comes.
“Tarl, swap,” I growl, the need to be inside her consuming me suddenly until it’s all that I can think about.
He must hear the desperation in my voice, as he lets go of her throat with a lingering caress, and then joins me so that I can step away without her being revealed any more than she has been.
Jude turns his body so that he’s fully facing her again, blocking her on the other side.
I place my hand on Aeron’s shoulder, already taking my rock-fucking-solid cock out of my suit pants.
“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute,” he grumbles without any heat behind the words, and I would chuckle but he leans forward and places a gentle kiss on the back of Lark’s neck, whispering something in her ear that has a shiver running through her body.
He pulls out, giving me a nod as her lace skirts flutter back to the ground.
“Turn around, Little Bird,” I order, palming my aching cock and giving it a slow pump. Pre-cum already beads at the slit, and I use it to smear across my head. She follows my decree, and goddamn, she’s a fucking vision, freshly fucked but ready for more. “Good girl. Lift your skirts.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answers in a breathy voice, and I’m not the only one who groans at the nickname she uses for me.
I’m fixated on her hands as she inches the fabric up, slowly teasing me until she finally reaches the apex and I see her red and swollen cunt, Aeron’s cum coating her inner thighs.
“Thanks for the lube, brother,” I joke, my voice so deep it’s almost a growl. I look back up at her face, studying her intently. “Do you trust me, Little Bird?”
“Yes.”
She doesn’t even fucking hesitate, and my grin turns positively feral as I step closer to her.
“Good.”
Letting go of my dick, I dip down, grabbing her under each thigh and lifting her up as I take a step towards the balcony. Her arms immediately wrap around my neck, pressing her luscious body closer to mine, and I hum in appreciation.
“K–Knox! What the—”
“You said you trusted me, Little Bird,” I admonish, stepping closer until I can perch her pretty ass on the railing. I’m tall enough that it’s not too high for me to reach that sweet cunt of hers.
“I–I do, but, it’s just so high,” she stammers out, looking to the side and down, swallowing visibly. I chuckle.
“I won’t let you fall, Little Bird,” I assure her, leaning in to nuzzle her neck. God, she smells fucking delicious, sweet and soft like a summer breeze. “I’ll always keep you safe.”
I take one hand off her thigh, and I use it to help line myself up with her soaked opening.
She gasps and then moans low as I push inside, my way eased by Aeron’s cum.
Letting go of my cock, I grab her hip, my fingers digging into her soft flesh over Aeron’s prints, groaning with how divine she feels.
“Shit, Knox,” she gasps, hooking her ankles behind my ass–those fucking red-bottomed heels digging in just like I told her they would—and pulling me closer. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you, Little Bird,” I groan out, pushing in the last couple of inches and having to pause to stop myself from exploding right the fuck now. “You were made to take this cock, baby.”
I can’t see all that well, her dress bunched between us, but I sure as shit can feel how she clenches around me, trying to strangle my cock with her pussy. God, I would happily spend the rest of my days buried balls fucking deep inside her.
Slowly, teasing myself as much as I am her, I pull out, feeling every squeeze of her inner walls as she refuses to let me go.
“Don’t worry, Little Bird,” I say with a chuckle. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Her cry rings out across the stadium as I thrust back inside, hard.
“You have balls of steel, Daddy,” Jude’s voice whispers in my ear, and my heart pounds as I feel his hand reach around and cup said balls. “One day soon, I want them slapping against my ass cheeks as you fuck me as hard as you’re going to fuck her.”
“Jesus, Jude,” I rasp, pushing inside our Little Bird more as his words make my blood heat to a fever pitch.
I lose all control I was working to hold on to and start thrusting into her so fucking hard that she can’t make a sound, just little gasps of air as our bodies collide.
He holds my balls, squeezing and massaging them, whispering dirty scenarios into my ear that just wind me up tighter.
Letting go of her with one hand, I trace the spot on her bicep, the slightly raised part that I know is her birth control implant.
“I wanna cut this out of you so fucking bad, Little Bird,” I snarl, pressing against the object buried in her arm as I fuck her hard. “Then watch as your belly swells with my child.”
“Oh–God–fuck–shit–cunt–Knox!” Lark mumbles, her fingers digging into the back of my neck as her walls clamp down around me. Jude chooses that moment to give me a firm squeeze, and lightning erupts across my skin, my orgasm tearing through me with the force of a fucking freight train.
With a deep growl, I push all of my dick inside her, hot ropes of cum spurting and coating her inner walls as stars fill my eyes.
“Good, Daddy,” Jude teases, removing his hand, and I open my eyes to see him step next to us, licking his sticky fingers.
My head drops to her heaving chest as I try to remember how to fucking breathe. Her lace-covered breasts rise and fall with her pants, and if we were anywhere else, I’d snuggle into them and fall into a blissed-out sleep.
“Our turn, brother,” Tarl’s accented voice comes from behind me, and I blink my eyes open to see him standing next to Jude.
“Did someone say threesome?” Jude sings, clapping his hands with excitement, his pupils lust-blown and wide.
“Up against the balcony, Brat, pants down, cock out,” Tarl demands, and my dick twitches at the thought of Jude doing my own bidding.
With a deep inhale and gathering together strength that I didn't know I possessed, I step back, keeping our Little Bird pressed to me until she can slide her legs down. I slip out of her as her high-heeled feet touch the floor, and she whimpers like she misses me already.
Leaning down, I press a kiss to her red, puffy lips.
“Ours,” I purr against them.
“Yours,” she breathes back, and my heart swells in my chest at her admission.
“POISON” BY FREYA RIDINGS
LARK
Theirs.
Am I theirs? Do I now belong to these hard men?
They have claimed me, publicly now, and as I look at Knox’s softening dick, covered in my ecstasy, I know that I’ve claimed them back.
“Are you ready to be owned by us completely, Aziz-e delam?”
Mismatched eyes gaze into mine, a fire burning in their depths, the rest of his face unreadable, yet there’s a fierceness about him that makes my already pounding heart thud painfully in my chest.
“Yes.”
It’s the only answer that I can give. The only word that falls from my tongue with ease.
Tarl steps up to me, his hand coming out to caress my chest in a featherlight touch that, like a ripple on the surface of a lake, leaves shivers cascading all across my skin.