Chapter 24 #2
As if on cue, Jude reaches between us and finds my swollen clit, swirling a finger around and over the bud until the pain is all but forgotten, and I’m struggling not to wriggle for another reason.
“Just a little more, Dove. You’re doing so well,” Aeron praises, and his words fan the embers of my desire, my skin tingling as he pushes the last few inches inside me. “Fuck, this is tight.”
“Told you that it would feel amazing, bro,” Jude answers in an equally strained voice as they let me adjust to having both of them inside me.
Jude doesn’t stop playing with my clit, moving his fingers in a beat that has me clenching around them both.
“I think she’s ready,” Aeron growls out before slowly pulling out. “Jesus, those fucking piercings, Jude.”
A bolt of red-hot heat sears through me when I realize that Aeron is feeling the Jacob’s Ladder piercing on the underside of Jude’s dick, and by the sounds of it, he fucking likes it.
“I would say that I got them for you, bro, but Tarl would tan my hide because we all know that he likes to feel them up his ass,” Jude quips, the teasing tone back, if a little deeper than usual.
“Oh, I’ll be tanning your hide alright regardless,” I hear Tarl answer, and almost laugh at the fact they’re having this conversation while the two brothers are balls deep inside me.
I say almost laugh, because, at that moment, Aeron is clearly fed up with Jude’s bullshit and thrusts all the way back in. Hard.
I keen as both guys curse, and that’s the end of talking aside from the noises of our fucking while they strike up a rhythm inside me, destroying me from the inside out. It’s all I can do to dig my fingertips into Jude’s biceps as I let them take their pleasure, giving me almost too much in return.
Jude continues to play with my nub, bliss shooting from his fingertips as they fill me over and over again.
“I knew from the moment I watched Knox fuck you up against that wall, your back bleeding down your thighs, that you would be my destruction, little Dove,” Aeron growls in my ear, not pausing in his claiming of my body.
“And I would gladly let you destroy me a thousand times if it means you will stay here beside me. Beside us.” And there he goes claiming my soul.
Although, who am I fucking kidding? These men claimed it the moment they took care of me after that first night. I just wasn’t ready to admit it. There’s no time for the guilt to rush in, my orgasm beating it in a rush of heat and exquisite agony.
“All of me is yours, Aeron. It’s belonged to you always.”
I lose track of time, of breathing as it sucks me under, leaving me full of starlight and unable to move. My body is frozen in ecstasy, Aeron and Jude picking up their pace as they find their own releases, one after the other, deep inside my heat.
We’re frozen, caught up in each other for what feels like eons, the evidence of our pleasure coating my insides and inner thighs before Aeron leans down, placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder. He pulls out and I hiss as he flops down on the bed next to us, his chest glistening and heaving.
“You’re too perfect for words, Dove,” he rasps out, one hand thrown over his forehead.
“Just perfect for us,” Jude adds, his own voice a deep, throaty growl.
I whimper when the bed dips behind me again, Tarl’s melodic voice shushing me. “Perfect for all of us, and you can take all of us, can’t you, Aziz-e delam?”
“Y–yes,” I whisper back, shivering as his gentle hands caress all over my sweat-soaked back, languorous waves of pleasure emanating from his touch.
“I knew you were, our perfect, beautiful bird,” Tarl purrs, his voice low and seductive, and Jude chuckles when my thighs clench around him. “Jude, hand.”
One of Jude’s hands leaves my back, and his sharp inhale followed by the warm liquid dripping between my ass cheeks tells me that Tarl is using Jude’s blood for lube again. And just like in the woods, it’s hot as fucking hell.
Taking his time, Tarl swirls a finger around the tight ring of muscle, teasing me until the promise of what I know will be heady pleasure has my ass wiggling, begging for the intrusion.
He obliges, pushing one digit in and a whine leaves my lips as I press my forehead into Jude, whose hand floats to the back of my neck, the warm wetness of his blood dripping down my skin.
Pumping in and out, Tarl allows me to get used to the sensation before he adds a second finger to the first.
“Shit,” I gasp, an incoherent moan following when I feel Jude harden inside me. “Jude!”
“You can’t blame a guy when you’re moving like that, Nightingale,” he chides, and I look at him through hooded eyes to see a feline grin on his face.
I hold his gaze as Tarl pulls his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock. We mirror each other, mouths agape, as Tarl fills my tight rosebud and Jude fills my pussy.
“F–fuck,” I breathe out, nuzzling into Jude’s cut palm when his hand comes up to cup my face. I can’t deny that I love the feel of him marking my body with his blood, there’s something so primitive and raw about being branded this way. “I’m not sure I can come anymore.”
“Of course you can, Nightingale. You were made to come all over our cocks, over and over again.”
I can’t answer him as both guys begin to move in a rhythm that leaves my head spinning and my fucking teeth tingling.
My previously wrung-out body starts to shudder, the pleasure building quickly once more as they force me towards another orgasm.
Tears gather in my eyes with the anguished pleasure they’re stirring in my body, but I don’t ask them to stop. I never want them to fucking stop.
“Come for us, Eshgham. Come for those who own you.”
And I do. My orgasm rips through me with such force that I can’t even cry out, only clutch Jude once more as I ride out the pleasure that borders on pain.
“Fucking hell, Nightingale,” Jude growls, stilling as he pours his second release inside me. Tarl yells, clamping his teeth down on my shoulder as he thrusts so deep into my ass that I scream as it triggers a second wave of pleasure to tear me apart.
“sheghetam, Pretty Bird,” Tarl whispers against my skin as I, once again, try to calm my racing heart and take in much-needed oxygen.
“What does it mean?” I ask him in a rasping whisper, only able to see his face in profile as he pulls out of me and flops down on Jude’s other side.
He reaches a hand to stroke my damp hair away from my face, his own features soft. “I love you, Pretty Bird.”
I freeze, my heart giving a painful thud as my stomach drops, you know like when you’re at the top of the rollercoaster and free fall into space.
“I love you, Tarl,” I whisper back, the words sliding off my tongue with a rightness that should feel scary but somehow doesn’t. His face lights up, the smile that tugs up his lips the kind of thing that angels must weep over.
Jude finally slips out of me as I shakily push up, breaking away from Tarl’s bewitching stare, and force Jude to scoot over so I can sit between him and Aeron. Luckily, this bed is fucking massive, so it’s not too much of a squeeze.
My eyebrows squish together when I look around and see Knox, still standing back, not coming forward. He looks as if he’s at war with himself, his teeth clenched and not meeting my eyes.
“Knox?” His head snaps up at the sound of my voice, his usually bright hazel eyes full of unshed tears, and my body heats, but not in the same way it was moments before. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head. “I—” I watch as he swallows, his eyes briefly closing and then he looks at his hands, opening and closing them as if they don’t belong to him. “I hurt you.”
My vision blurs, his beautiful body swimming as I try to blink the tears away.
Shuffling down the bed, I ignore the wetness of our combined releases that drips down my thighs as I shakily make my way over to him.
Grabbing his large hands in my own, I bring them up to my lips, kissing the knuckles of each one.
Then, placing them on my waist, I cup both of his cheeks in my palms and tip his face up until he’s looking at me.
“Make love to me, Knox.”
“I. Hurt. You,” he grits out between clenched teeth, and my chest aches.
“Then kiss each strike better, make me feel pleasure where there was only pain,” I tell him, my voice soft as I try to make him see my forgiveness. There was no choice, not with Earl there, and not while I needed to secure Rook’s safety.
His head sinks, bringing our foreheads together. “I never want to hurt you again, Little Bird.”
“Then love me instead.”
His entire body stills, his head coming up and his eyes darting between mine, searching for something. He must find it because seconds later his lips are on mine and he’s pushing us back towards the bed. Just when I think he’s going to throw me down, he breaks the kiss.
“Get on the bed, Little Bird. On your back,” he orders, his voice deep and sinful.
Holding his stare, I do as he commands, the others giving us room but staying on the bed either side of me.
Kneeling between my parted legs, Knox leans down and gently takes hold of my thigh, turning it slightly so he can see the bruise of his kick.
He pauses, taking a deep shuddering inhale before lowering his lips and placing the softest of kisses on the spot.
A sigh escapes my lips, my body suffusing with warmth as he traces the sore patch with his tongue, peppering it with light, teasing kisses before he releases that leg and moves to the other.
My breathing becomes heavy as that thigh gets the same treatment, and a whine leaves my lips before I can stop it, my ass shifting as I attempt to gain some friction on my suddenly needy clit.
“Just three more, Little bird,” he tells me, settling his hips between my thighs as he brings my arm to his lips and starts tracing the bruise on my bicep with his mouth.
Tingles race from the path his lips and tongue take, and I can’t help squirming against his dick which nudges my opening tantalizingly.
Chuckling, he unhurriedly releases that arm and moves on to my other, repeating the same, gentle attention until my whole body aches with need.
“Knox, please.”
My heart thrills at the look of smug satisfaction in his eyes, brightening them to their usual hazel. Gone is the lost look of agony from moments before.
“Patience, princess,” he teases, rubbing his body along mine as he pushes forward until his lips can reach the spot on the side of my nose that he used to lift me up in that excruciating pressure hold five days ago.
He presses a light kiss there, dragging his body back down and then leaning on one forearm as his hand tilts my head to the side.
My nerve endings feel like they’re on fire, and my hands grasp his broad back as he begins to nuzzle, kiss, and suck the spot just behind my ear.
“Knox,” I moan, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking friction against his hard dick that is pressed up against my lower lips.
He doesn’t stop kissing my neck and the line of my jaw, but his hand moves between us, and I want to fucking weep with relief when he lines himself up and smoothly thrusts inside me.
“Fuck, I’d forgotten how good you feel, Little Bird.
” He leisurely pumps in and out of me, his hips moving in a rolling motion that leaves me fucking brainless.
I grab handfuls of his peachy ass, making him chuckle in my ear as I urge him to go harder, faster.
“Beg me, Little Bird. Beg your Daddy to fuck you hard.”
Fucking Hell in a handbasket.
I nearly explode just from his dirty words.
“Please, Kn–Daddy. Please fuck me hard.” I realize that I don’t give a flying fuck when it comes to these men, these Tailor boys. I will beg and plead for their dicks to fill me up until the cows come home. “Please, please, please.”
“Always, my love,” he sighs in my ear, the affectionate nickname making my breath stutter just as he picks up the pace and slams into me.
“Yes! Fuck yes, Daddy!” I cry out as he sets a punishing rhythm, and I open my eyes to see Tarl staring at us with hooded eyes, his hand tangled in Jude’s hair as he forces him to swallow and choke on his cock. Shitting Hell that’s hot.
“Eyes on me, love,” Knox growls out, and I turn back to be ensnared in his ardent gaze. “I swear to you, with every fiber of my being, that from this moment, I will protect you with my life if I have to.”
My whole body shudders with his declaration, tears filling my eyes once more as he holds my stare and fucks me into the mattress.
“Fuck, Knox!” I cry out, the way he’s moving his body inside mine driving me to new heights of insanity. “I’m yours, Daddy. Now and always.”
He makes an animalistic noise in the back of his throat, reaching down to hook one of my legs over his arm and pounding into me with such force that I practically feel him in my fucking cervix.
His pace is relentless, his eyes wild and ferocious, and I can’t hold back any longer, my limbs stiffening as my climax sweeps over me, leaving me devastated.
It only takes a few more hard thrusts for Knox to find his release, but I’m too lost to my own pleasure, to the swirls and eddies of the sheer bliss to take much note of his roar.
“Little Bird,” a deep voice purrs, and I mumble softly, my eyes closed, when a nose nuzzles my neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.
“I think we finally broke her,” Jude says, and masculine chuckles echo around the room. I’d be a bit pissed to be the butt of their joke, but I can’t bring myself to rouse out of my orgasm stupor.
“Let's clean her up, then we all need some sleep,” I hear Aeron say, and I whimper when cold air meets the front of me as Knox pulls away.
“Shhh, Little Bird. I’ll be right back and I plan to sleep in between those pretty thighs of yours,” he whispers, his voice dark and husky.
I let their quiet conversation lull me to sleep, soon losing myself to darkness, knowing that I’m safely nestled in amongst my Tailor boys. All thoughts of anything else, the past and the future forgotten as I lose myself to their comforting embrace.