Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“GET YOU THE MOON” BY KINA, SN?W
LARK
Istay in Aeron’s lap, Jude deciding that we need to watch Frozen as in his words ‘we need to let it go’. Twat.
Partway through, the warmth of Aeron’s body lulls me to sleep, and I wake up as he shifts upwards, carrying me in his arms.
“Shhh, Dove. Go back to sleep and I’ll tuck you in,” he whispers, walking towards the stairs.
“But Jude made me a promise,” I grumble, my voice thick and husky as my core heats, remembering Jude’s words from earlier.
“Oh?” Aeron pauses, and I tip my head back to look at him, a flush spreading across my cheeks.
“He promised that if we made up, I would get you both. Together.”
His brows shoot up as his nostrils flare. “Did he now?”
“Scouts honor, bro,” Jude adds, coming up behind Aeron and giving me a wink.
“I want to add Knox and Tarl too.” Looking beyond Jude, I see the other two guys hesitantly rise to their feet, and the uncertainty in their eyes makes my soul hurt. “I want all of you.”
“At once?” Aeron questions, his voice a deep, rasping sound, like limbs moving across silken sheets, and my nipples go hard.
“Yes.”
The energy in the room changes, suddenly going heavy and laden with the promise of the pleasure to come. Aeron looks deep into my eyes, his arms tightly holding me to his body, and then his lips split into a decidedly masculine smile that has my thighs clenching.
“As you wish, little Dove.”
He doesn’t hurry as he carries me to the base of the stairs, but his steps are assured and confident as he takes me up them and heads in the direction of his room.
I hear the others behind us, and my heart rate picks up with the anticipation of being touched by them all.
My mind goes back to the races, to the exquisite pleasure that they gave me, one after the other and then all together.
Striding to the bed, Aeron sets me down gently on my feet in front of it, and as if he can’t help himself, he cups my jaw tenderly and presses his lips to mine. With a sigh, I kiss him back, the heady feeling of his kiss making me feel as though I’ve just swallowed an entire bottle of champagne.
I feel the tug of my robe, and suddenly, my skin is exposed to the cool air in the room, instantly pebbling at the drop in temperature.
I moan as hands caress me from behind, fingers cupping one breast while a hand dips down the front of me and finds my already damp slit.
A hot body presses closer to my back, replacing the heat of the robe and I sink into the warmth.
Aeron swallows my groan as my lower lips are parted and a finger swirls around my clit with teasing moves. Sparks fly across my naked skin, a sense of rightness filling me up as I stand before them, naked and wanting, knowing that they will not leave me unsatisfied.
I gasp, breaking the kiss, as two thick fingers slide into my aching cunt.
“She’s so wet and ready for us, brother,” Jude’s sensual voice says from behind me, his body pressing closer as he sinks his fingers deeper. “Such a good little Nightingale.”
“Make her come for us,” Aeron demands, and he releases his grip on my cheek to take a step back.
I watch as he begins to unbutton his shirt, exposing the tattoos on his torso that I’ve not had time to study properly before.
He has their mark, the same scissors that I have burnt into my lower back, tattooed over his heart, and they’re beautiful, the edges looking wicked sharp as they dig into his skin.
There are other, seemingly random pieces; a feather under his pec, a snake coiling around his bicep, script running along his hip, and several more.
What makes me still though and has my breath hitching is the fresh-looking small bird that resembles a lark.
It’s sinking its claws into his skin and is placed opposite the Tailors insignia, on his right pectoral.
My breathing speeds up, seeing that the bird holds an olive branch, and my eyes flick to his, a knowing smirk on his face.
“You own me as much as I own you, Dove.”
My breath catches as Jude works his fingers inside me, fucking me with them and grinding his palm into my clit with every thrust. My hands grip his forearms hard as I try to keep myself upright against the onslaught of pleasure he’s forcing upon me while his brother's words flow in and around me.
Waves of electricity shoot across my body, my gaze finding Knox, who is shirtless, the tattoos down his arms and across his chest stark against his golden skin.
He has his beautiful cock in his hand, his dark jeans open but still covering his thick thighs.
He licks his lips as he watches us, and it sends a spike of pleasure shooting to my core.
Movement on the other side of Aeron catches my attention, and I turn to see Tarl standing there, his caramel skin covered in swirling ink, almost glowing in the low light of the room as he grips his own dick, metal gleaming as he strokes himself.
“Eyes back on me, Dove,” Aeron commands, and I immediately obey, groaning when I take him in, now fully naked and also stroking himself.
“Good girl. You’re going to come all over Jude’s fingers, aren’t you?
Like a naughty little slut, getting ready to take us all, desperate to have our cocks inside your dripping pussy. ”
His words build me up, sending me spiraling into the fucking heavens as I do as he requests and come all over Jude’s hand.
“Such a good, broken bird,” Jude whispers as he keeps moving his hand, wringing out my orgasm until I’m twitching and gasping, my thighs trying to close when it becomes too much.
“Please.” I don’t know if I’m begging for more or for him to stop, my mind a hot mess as my hands hold onto his forearms.
“Listen to her beg for our cocks,” Aeron says, swiping the tip of his dick and then stepping back to me, pressing his thumb to my lips. “Open up.”
A moan spills from my parted lips as the salty flavor of his pre-cum hits my tongue, and I suck his thumb like it’s the last fucking lollipop on earth.
“Do you want him to taste your sweet nectar, Nightingale?”
A deep keen leaves my lips this time, and I see Jude’s wet fingers pass me and press against Aeron’s lips.
A rush of warmth heats my already scorching core when Aeron opens his mouth, holding my stare as he takes Jude’s fingers into his mouth and sucks.
His eyes roll at the taste of me, and suddenly, I’m so desperate to be filled that I feel like I might die if someone doesn’t shove their cock inside me right the fuck now.
“Please,” I say again, releasing Aeron’s thumb. “I need you inside me, please.”
Manly chuckles sound throughout the room, and I don’t care that I’m begging for their dicks. It’s become an all-consuming need that is making me shake with the force of its ferocity.
Jude pulls his fingers out of Aeron’s mouth, a smirk gracing the latter’s plush lips. “Since you asked so prettily, Dove. Jude, on the bed and let her ride you.”
“Fuck yes!” Jude says, spinning me around and then letting me go as he scoots back on the bed, already naked and hard. Lying back with his hands behind his head, he gives me a mischievous grin. “Now come ride me like I’m your favorite Disney prince.”
I giggle, getting onto the bed and crawling up to him, feeling powerful as his hooded eyes track the swaying of my breasts. “You’ll always be my favorite Disney prince.”
His mouth falls open as delight makes his dark blue eyes gleam.
“Personally, I always liked the Beast best, although I thought he was ruined when he turned back into the Prince, you know?” he asks, a slight frown marring his brow. Fuck, I just love this boy’s fucking crazy.
“Agreed,” I answer, climbing over him and grasping his pierced member in my fist. He makes a choked sound as I pump him a couple of times, relishing the feel of his silken shaft in my hand. “Ready for me to fuck you raw, my prince?”
All I get in return is a deep groan as I position him at my soaked entrance and slowly sink down his length, feeling every piece of metal as they rub my inner walls.
“Goddamn, Nightingale,” Jude grits out between clenched teeth, his hands grabbing my hips and squeezing hard. The flash of pain has my cunt clenching around him, and we both moan at how fucking good that feels.
Placing my hands on his pecs, I use the leverage to help me slide up and down his length, gasping every time he hits that sweet spot inside me. He lets me use him this way, allowing me to chase my own release when sparks begin to fire behind my eyes and my movements speed up.
“Fuck, Jude, I’m so fucking close.” I’m lost in sensations, the added element of the others watching building me higher and higher.
“That’s it, Nightingale. Come all over your Prince’s cock,” he groans out, his jaw clenched with no hint of teasing as he helps to pull me up and down, using me like his own personal fleshlight.
Seconds later, he pulls me down so fucking hard that I explode, crying out as my entire body goes rigid and I can no longer move, but fuck me I can feel, and the pleasure that fills my whole being borders on painful in its intensity.
It rolls me under, holding me captive as I clamp and squeeze Jude’s cock like I may never get another chance to feel him inside me.
Slumping over him, I feel the slickness of our sweaty bodies as I relearn how to take air into my lungs as if for the first time. Jude’s hands caress my back, not pausing when the bed behind us dips and another set of hands stroke me tenderly.
My body tenses when I feel another cock push against my already-filled pussy. “Shhhh, Nightingale. Let him in.”
The smell of whiskey mixed with clean cotton, vanilla, and sandalwood tells me that it’s the elder Taylor boy demanding entrance. Taking a deep inhale, I will my body to relax, gasping when he pushes inside, the sharp pain making me squirm.