Chapter 30 – Ava Jade #2
I bit my lip as I craned my neck to see Rook and Corvus still arguing. Something in my belly tightened as Rook threw his hands up, his lips easily readable as he shouted at Corvus. “Fine. Your loss, man.”
Grey opened the door to the Red Room and dragged me through as Rook left Corvus standing at the edge of the stage, his hands in fists at his sides.
The red light flicked on, and a gush of warmth rushed over my skin as we entered the room, the smell of lavender scented cleaning products and some kind of diffused oil thick in my nose.
I blinked to adjust to the light, skin tingling as Grey released my hand to remove his jacket.
My throat went dry, at odds with my greedy cunt as my gaze swept the room, finding it devoid of partygoers, but filled with a hundred other things that made adrenaline spike in my blood.
Leather straps affixed to the walls. A large silver hook where at least five different types of whips hung like a horse’s mane from the low ceiling.
A suspicious chest with a padlock on the side.
A sex swing. A shining silver pole. Low, inviting black couches strewn with cock shaped pillows.
Mirrors reflecting reversed images of us from the ceiling.
And the piece de resistance, a round table at the heart of the space with spokes jutting out from its cushioned leather edges, an assortment of leather straps and buckles flayed open, waiting for someone to latch on to.
Behind us, the door opened, washing louder music into the room for an instant as a couple tried to push through the door, giggling, already drunk.
Rook slapped a palm against this side of the door, stopping them from coming all the way in. “Room’s closed.”
They fell back, the guy putting his lady friend in front of him like a shield as they backed away. A little laugh escaped my lips as Rook shoved the door shut, tipping his head to one side to give me one of his rare wide smiles.
“So, Ghost… shall we put you to the test?”
“Depends…” I trailed off, trying not to let it show how badly I wanted to rip all their clothes off. After the bullshittery of earlier tonight and the bullshittery of our lives in general lately, I could think of no better release than this, but something was missing.
“Is Corvus coming?”
Rook’s grin faltered. “No, Ghost.”
“But he knows I’ve been with both of you, too,” I reasoned, not understanding his reluctance to join us. I didn’t realize how badly I’d been craving that.
Being with Grey and Rook together had been the most incredible sexual experience I’d ever dared to imagine, but having all three of them at once…?
Fuck. If it didn’t kill me, it would only make me stronger, right?
“Knowing it is one thing,” Grey said, kicking off his shoes, his gaze still heavy on my body. “Watching is another.”
“Our brother has never been much good at sharing,” Rook added. “At least, not with the things that matter.”
I nodded, trying not to sound disappointed as a Primal Ethos song began to play outside, the lyrics of it filtering through into the room, muffled by the door. The throb of the beat expanding and contracting around us echoed in my chest.
It was almost like he was here with us, and I let a small, coy smile find my mouth.
Rook was right, it was Corvus’ loss. It didn’t need to ruin it for the rest of us.
As though he sensed the change in the atmosphere at my conscious decision to enjoy myself no matter what, Rook cleared the gap between us.
I braced myself, a small moan coming from my lips.
A jolt of pure, unfiltered lust struck me like lightning as his strong fingers carved a path up the back of my neck, twisting into my hair to tug my head back, his lips crushing to mine.
Behind me, Grey pressed a hot kiss to the base of my neck, his fingers finding the zipper at the top of the slinky black dress I was wearing.
It raced down the length of my spine, hands running over my ribs as he pushed it wide open, fingertips tracing the solid lines of my Saint tattoo before coaxing the sleeves from my shoulders and down my arms.
Rook’s lips left mine, his mouth finding my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin along my collarbone. I shuddered between them, my gaze finding the door behind Rook. “What…” I said on a gasping breath. “What if someone comes in?”
“Let them,” Rook said.
“Fuck that,” Grey said, his warmth leaving my back as we went to lock it, but just before his fingers could catch on the lock, the door opened and Corvus’ six foot frame pushed through, shutting the door behind him.
Rook released my hair, and I let my head roll, feeling the brush of warm air on my chest and back as my dress hung awkwardly from my frame. Half on and half off.
Corvus’ jaw tightened, his light eyes blackening.
“Stay,” I said before I could stop myself. “Please.”
He growled low, twisting his head down and away from me.
I brushed past Rook, and he let me go.
I gave Corvus no choice but to look at me as I planted myself in front of him, reaching past his wide frame to lock the door.
“Stay,” I said again, slowly peeling my dress from my arms, pushing it past my hips to let it pool in a black puddle around my heels.
His hungry eyes roved over the blades strapped to my body and the lingerie he bought me after the Lodi show. The night he first had me and ruined my bra and panties.
I put a hand to his chest and felt him shudder beneath my fingers. “I’m yours,” I promised him, letting that sink in but not without a caveat he had to understand because I would never choose between them. I couldn’t.
And I didn’t fucking care what that made me. What that made us.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“ All of yours. ” I twisted to face Grey and Rook, both of them breathing heavily, waiting in the wings for the go ahead. “And you are mine .”
“Sparrow…”
“You don’t have to stay,” I told him. “But I want this.”
He lifted his chin. “Then you’ll have it.”
I couldn’t help smiling, my thighs squeezing as a violent need coiled up through my belly, making me clench my teeth. Making my toes curl.
Corvus’ eyes lifted to something behind me before returning to my face. “Do you trust us?”
I turned to see what he was looking at, my throat bobbing at the sight of the table—the straps that would hold me down.
“That’s a loaded question,” I whispered, so low I didn’t think he would’ve heard me, but he jerked my back against his chest, erasing the space between us as he lowered his mouth to my ear.
“Give me my answer, Sparrow.”
I swallowed. “ Yes .”
His hand snaked down between my breasts, lower to flatten against my stomach, fingers tickling at the edge of my panties.
Rook and Grey watched as Corvus slipped his hand beneath my panties, brushing over my soaked opening.
He groaned into my ear, nuzzling at my neck, making me shut my eyes against the riot of sensations coursing through my body.
Then he released me just as suddenly, pushing me forward.
I thought I’d fall, but Rook was there, and he took me from his brother eagerly, dipping his head closer to mine, his fingers pressing hard into my waist. “You don’t have to do this,” he said, and somehow, coming from him, those six words made me melt.
I remembered the look in his eyes out behind the apartment buildings. When we’d fought and he’d held me down. His weight pressing heavily into my body, making it impossible for me to move. For me to get free.
I’d panicked, and he’d seen it for what it was. My trauma making a resurgence, wrapping it’s spindly fingers around my throat. Suffocating me.
I shook my head, pushing his black hair from his eyes. “I want to.”
Besides, these were straps, not vicious hands. And these were my Crows, not a dealer come to collect his due.
“Tie her down,” Corvus said, and a flutter of anticipation beat against my ribcage.
Grey took my hand on the one side, and Rook snatched my other, both of them leading me to the table like a pair of magicians might lead their lady to a vanishing cabinet.
But I intended to be very present.
They helped me step up onto the table, my heels making it difficult.
I reached down to take them off, but Grey settled a hand over mine, stopping me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Leave them on,” he said.
“Lie back, Ghost.”
My heart thudded against my ribcage, echoing in my ears over the muffled roar of the music outside.
I sank to my backside and let Grey tug my legs off the edge of the table as I lay back, my head resting on the pillowed edge, nearly hanging off.
Rook stuffed a hand beneath my back and undid my bra with a flick of his wrist, tugging at the delicate material until it came all the way off, my breasts laying heavily against my chest, nipples pebbling from the slightest brush of the fabric.
“Mmmm.” Rook groaned, bending over the table to grab my left breast and guide it into his mouth. I tried to reach for his hair, my hips bucking, but my arms were ripped away, pressed down against the cushioned edge of the table as Corvus buckled them in starfish wide.
I bucked against Rook’s mouth, resisting the urge to pull my arms from Corvus’ grip. This was what he wanted. What he needed.
My full surrender.
If he would give me what I craved, I would at least try to give him what he craved, too.
I opened my eyes, seeing my reflection in the mirror above.
My torso covered over with Rook as he lavished my breasts, his mouth on one, his hand roughly pawing the other.
And Grey at my hips, adjusting me so that my ass was on the cushion, legs hanging all the way off the table, before he fixed the wide leather strap over my lower waist, securing me in place.
And Corvus, studiously tightening the straps at my wrists. I could see the tension in his shoulders even from the birds-eye-view angle as he tried not to watch what Rook was doing.
I moaned louder as Rook bit down on my right tit, my head tipping back at the pain.