Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“PLAY WITH FIRE (ALTERNATE VERSION)” BY SAM TIMMESZ, RULLE, VIOLENTS
KNOX
“You’re back!” our Little Bird yells, launching herself off the back of the couch.
Luckily, being part of the Tailors taught me to expect the unexpected, so I dart forward, catching her in my arms. My face splits into a wide grin as she giggles up at me and wraps her arms around my neck.
My smile grows when I see the empty whisky bottle she’s left on the couch, one of Aeron’s favorites and costs a pretty penny too.
“You were gone so long and I was soooo bored,” she whines, and I chuckle as Aeron comes up next to us, scowling when he catches sight of the bottle.
“So you decided to finish my twenty-five-year-old single malt whiskey imported from the Isle of Skye, did you, Dove?”
My nostrils flare at the way her nipples poke through the soft fabric of her borrowed shirt. Clearly, she likes being told off by our fearless leader.
“Finish? I didn’t—” She looks over at the empty bottle, her brows dipping. “Oops.”
“Good evening, Nightingale,” Jude says, kissing her on the head softly, his lips twitching as he fails to hold in his smirk. “And good work on the office door.”
“I thought so,” she preens, sticking out her tits which are becoming too distracting as I stand here holding her bridal style in our living room. My mouth waters at the thought of sucking them, my tongue darting out to lick my lips.
“What did you do, naughty Little Bird?” I ask, dipping my head and kissing her smiling lips instead.
“She broke into the fucking study, using two paper clips by the looks of it,” Aeron growls, storming back towards us from the direction of the office. “Find anything interesting, Dove?” His tone might be hard, but his eyes are sparkling. He loves when she challenges us.
“No,” she huffs, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. Fuck me, I need to bite it, like now.
“But you found my shirt?” Tarl interrupts, his lips also tugging upwards in an indulgent smile.
“Oh!” she exclaims, wriggling out of my arms and stumbling into Tarl. He studies her, and she giggles again, a sound that goes straight to my rapidly-hardening cock. “Your room is definitely my favorite. Can I sleep in there tonight? Pretty please with a pussy on top?”
“Of course, Koshgelam,” he says, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her soundly. She melts into him, and a flare of white-hot jealousy sparks in my center, just for a moment. She suddenly breaks away, spinning to look at me.
“Where are your parents?”
I can feel the color drain from my face and my cock deflating as dark memories of the time before Adam Taylor took me in tries to rush to the surface. I tamp them down, as I always do, and answer her, my voice monotone.
“I never knew them. I was in foster care until Adam adopted me when I was eight.”
Aeron catches my eye, his own eyes swirling and lips pulled into a tight line. He knew me when I was just a mess of rage and hurt, lashing out at everyone and everything around me.
Her mouth parts and she wobbles her way over to me, stumbling into my arms and placing her hands on my cheeks.
“Why do you look so sad? So haunted?”
All I can see are her bright blue eyes, drilling into my very fucking soul as if to drag out all my darkest secrets and fears.
“I don’t like to think about the time before I joined the Tailors.
It was…unhappy.” Inwardly I scoff. Unhappy doesn’t even begin to cover the shit I went through before Adam saved me.
Shit that not even the guys know. She considers me, a frown making her eyebrows dip. She leans in, encasing me in her arms.
“Why do I feel like we share a similar pain, Daddy?” she whispers into my ear and my breath stutters in my chest.
“Like recognizes like, I guess,” I answer, my voice thick, pulling her closer and breathing in her sweet summer and cherry blossom scent mixed with Tarl’s spicy fragrance. It’s a heady combination and one that I take in deeply.
“I’m here if you need to talk.” She pulls back, placing a soft kiss on my cheek before grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the couches. “Let's play a game!”
“Ohhh! I love games!” Jude exclaims, following us as Tarl fixes us all some drinks at the bar. “How about spin the bottle?” He brandishes the bottle that Lark drank from, and she looks at the couch as if wondering how it disappeared. Still drunk then.
“As long as I don’t have to kiss or fuck my brother or any of you, I’m in,” Aeron states, and I chuckle, pulling our Little Bird into my lap as I take a seat.
I need her close as the dark memories of my past still swirl around me.
Aeron takes up his usual armchair, Jude snuggles up next to us, and Tarl hands me a beer and then takes his place on the other couch.
“I’ll go first!” Jude cries out before reaching over and placing the bottle on the metal and glass coffee table, then spinning it. I watch as it spins, arching a brow when it lands in my direction. “Yes!” Jude fist bumps and then turns to Lark. “How do you want to do this, Nightingale?”
She bites her lip, her pupils already widening, and from that look alone, my cock begins to stiffen again in my black jeans.
“I want to watch while you give Knox head.”
Fuck. Me.
“Done,” Jude replies, sliding off the couch and sinking to his knees in between my splayed thighs, looking up at me with wide, deep blue eyes that sparkle with mischief. “Will you choke me, Daddy?”
My breath hitches, Lark slipping off my lap to the side of me, kneeling on the cushion so she has the best view.
I’m rock-fucking-solid as Jude unbuttons my pants, getting me to lift my hips so that he can slide them down my thighs and to my ankles.
I’m bare beneath—because fuck boxers—so my hard length springs free, slapping me on my abs as it bobs in front of his face.
“Can I taste him first, Jude?” Her voice is husky and I feel the pre-cum leaking from my tip as her words register.
“Ladies first,” he offers, holding out his hand and indicating that she can have the first taste.
“I’m not a fucki—” The words are cut off with a deep groan as her wet lips wrap around my head, her tongue teasing the slit.
She moans in her throat, the sound going straight to my fucking balls, as she slides lower, taking almost all of me in her hot, slick mouth.
“Fuck, just like that, baby. You’re such a good girl for your Daddy. ”
The words spill from my lips as she slides up and down, my hands tangling in her luscious, flame-colored hair as she works me into a frenzy, the muscles on my thighs twitching.
“My turn,” Jude says in a husky voice, and I watch as she pops off my cock, the length glistening with her saliva. She sits up, my hands releasing her hair, her lips swollen and looking so fucking delicious that it takes monumental effort not to claim them.
But my attention is stolen by the man between my legs, the guy who I’ve often been curious about but never had the balls to take it further. Not until our Little Bird entered our lives anyway. Holding my gaze, he places his lips around me and then sinks down. And down. And down.
“Fucking Hell, Jude!”
He chuckles, the vibrations making my hips fucking twitch as he holds me in his throat. Sparks flash across my skin, my nerves firing as he slowly draws up, only to sink back down again, his lips pressing around my hilt as he swallows me fucking whole.
A feminine moan next to me has my hooded stare leaving Jude’s to find Lark naked and impaled on Tarl’s cock from behind.
I see we’ve given up on the bottle. Can’t blame the fucker.
Her new ink looks stark against the pale alabaster of her skin, and I thrust into Jude’s mouth at the sight of our marks covering her. Claiming her.
Tarl pushes down between her shoulder blades, forcing her beautiful tits to swing from the force of his thrusts, her face twisted in lines of stunning agony. My hand reaches out, gently grasping her slender throat as Jude continues to suck and gives me the best fucking blow job of my life.
“Are you going to be our good fucking girl, princess?” I ask her, my voice husky and deep. My other hand comes down to Jude’s head, grabbing a fistful of his thick hair and jerking him down hard, impaling his mouth with my cock. He groans, clearly enjoying the rough play.
“Yes, Daddy.” Her eyes are as hooded as my own, her voice rasping as her breath gasps out of her with every forceful thrust of Tarl’s. I turn down to look at Jude, using my grip to bring him up. Tears run down his face, his lips plush and dripping with his own spit.
“And are you going to be a good little boy for me?” He whimpers.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.” His body trembles and I find a smile lifting up my lips.
“Then choke on my cock like you promised, and if you’re good, I’ll give you my cum.” He groans at my words, his eyes fluttering. “But you don’t touch yourself. You save your release for our little cum slut.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He opens up as I force his head down, fucking his mouth mercilessly, the sounds of him gagging and choking driving me closer to my climax. My hand clenches around our Little Bird’s throat, her strangled cries and gasps adding to the symphony of our fucking.
I can hear Tarl murmuring about fucking her bloody, about coating her sweet cunt in Jude’s blood, and it’s that image which sends me over the edge, thrusting into the back of Jude’s throat and holding him there as I roar out my orgasm.
He swallows, prolonging the electricity that races across my body until I finally pull him off of me and slump back, my hand still gripping Lark’s throat.
I roll my head to look at her shuddering through an orgasm as Tarl buries himself balls deep inside her, his caramel skin glistening with sweat as he fills her with his release. My grip loosens, but I use it to pull her in for a kiss, stealing the small puffs of breath that leave her lungs.
She kisses me back, quivering, and I realize that she helped to chase the darkness of my past away. Her and Jude.
She pulls back, only for her lips to be caught by Jude, and a low groan sounds in her throat as she licks inside his mouth, tasting me on his tongue no doubt.
A throat clears, and I turn to look across at Aeron, swirling his drink around in his cut glass tumbler, a wicked smile on his face.
“You want to be filled up with Tailor boy cum, Dove?”