Chapter Sixteen
NIXON
“Good answer,” she purrs, and the satisfaction in her voice makes my cock throb.
Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, and I press her harder against the tree, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. The hard length of my cock is grinding against her pussy through too many layers of fabric.
“Feel that?” I growl against her throat. “Feel what you do to us? What you've been doing to us for weeks?”
“Yes,” she gasps, rolling her hips against me, driving me crazy with need.
“Greedy slut,” Axel says, moving closer. His hand slides up her thigh, then he rips the fabric of her tights, making her gasp. “Already trying to fuck herself on his cock through their clothes.”
“Can you blame her?” Asher's voice is rough as he steps in from the other side, his hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back. “She's been waiting for this. Haven't you, you filthy whore?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she admits shamelessly. “God, yes. I want this, I want all of you."
The confession breaks something in me.
“You have us," I promise, my teeth grazing her pulse point. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
“Here?” Her eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with lust. “Right here in the woods where anyone could see?” She’s trying to sound disgusted at the prospect of being caught but she fails. We can hear the hopefulness in her tone, she wants people to see us fucking her.
“Here,” I confirm. “Where we hunted you. Where we caught you. Where you finally admitted you're ours.”
“And we're yours,” Axel adds, his fingers hooking into her panties. “Don't forget that part, baby. We belong to you just as much.”
“Our demons,” Asher murmurs against her ear, “our darkness, our obsession, it's all yours now. Every fucked up piece of us.”
“I want it all,” she breathes. “I want every piece of you. The good, the bad, the completely insane and unhinged.”
“Fuck,” I groan, grinding harder against her. “You're perfect. Do you know that? Absolutely fucking perfect for us.”
“Then show me.” Her hands fist in my jumpsuit. “Show me what it's like to be owned by the VanHought brothers and their boyfriend.”
I look at Axel, then Asher. We've choreographed this in our heads a hundred times the past five days. We’re going to ruin her for anyone else.
“On the fucking ground,” I command, slowly lowering her to her feet. “On your fucking back, you filthy slut.”
She doesn't hesitate. Doesn't question. Just lowers herself onto the snow-covered floor, her blonde hair fanning out around her like a halo.
An angel corrupted by demons.
Perfect.
“The tights,” Axel says, his voice strained. “Lose ‘em.”
She reaches for the waistband but Asher catches her hands.
“Let us,” he says softly. “Let us unwrap our dirty gift.”
The three of us kneel around her—Axel at her feet, Asher by her side, me at her other side. Six hands touching her.
Claiming her.
Axel slides the tights down her legs slowly, revealing black lace panties that are already soaked through.
“Christ,” he breathes. “Look at her. Already dripping for us.”
“Touch me,” she begs, her hips lifting. “Please, one of you touch me.”
“Such an impatient little whore,” I tsk, my hand sliding up her inner thigh but stopping just short of where she needs it most. “You’ll get what the fuck we give you. You don’t make any demands, bitch. You’re ours to do with as we please.”
“Want to know every way we plan to make you come?” Asher adds, his fingers working on the buttons of her blouse.
“I'll die,” she whimpers.
“No,” Axel says with dark certainty. “You'll beg for more. There's a difference.”
He hooks his fingers in her panties and tears them off in one smooth motion. She gasps, and I swallow the sound with a kiss—deep, claiming and full of promise.
When I pull back, she's panting.
“I love you,” I tell her, needing her to hear it again. “Loving you terrifies me.”
“I love you too,” she gasps. “All of you. Please—”
“Please what?” I let my hand finally slide between her thighs, and she's soaked. “Please make you come? Please fuck you? Please ruin you so thoroughly you'll never be able to even think about another man? Ruin you to the point you won’t remember what your life was like before us?”
“All of it,” she cries out when my fingers find her clit. “All of it, Nixon. Everything.” I slap her face with my other hand, loving the sound of her moan.
“Then that's exactly what you'll get.”
I look up at Axel and Asher. “Strip. I want her to see what she does to us.”
We stand, and I watch her eyes track our movements as we shed our jumpsuits. We watch them darken when she sees how hard we are for her. How much we want her.
“My turn to taste,” Axel says, kneeling between her legs. “Been dreaming about eating this sweet cunt for days. I think you need to be reminded who the fuck this belongs to.”
“Axel—” Whatever she was going to say dies in a moan when his tongue swipes through her folds.
“Fuck,” he groans against her. “She tastes like peaches and sin mixed together.”
Asher moves to her head, his cock hard and ready. "Open, slut. Show me what that pretty mouth can do to Daddy’s cock.”
She does, taking him in eagerly, and the sight of it—Axel between her legs, Asher in her mouth, her body arching in pleasure—it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
I kneel beside her, my hand finding her tit, tweaking her nipple until she moans around Asher's cock.
“That's it, take his cock like a good girl,” I praise. “Take everything we give you. Show us what a good slut you are for us.”
Her hand reaches out blindly, finding my cock, and I hiss at the contact.
“Greedy bitch,” I growl. “Want all of us at once, don't you?”
She nods frantically, and Asher groans.
“She's perfect,” he pants. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
“Mine,” Axel growls against her pussy. “Ours.”
“Yours,” she manages to gasp when Asher pulls back to let her breathe.
“Every fucked up, obsessive piece of us belongs to you,” I remind her, my hand covering hers on my cock, showing her the rhythm I like.
“I want—” She breaks off when Axel does something with his tongue that makes her arch. “Oh, God. I'm going to—”
“Come for us,” I command. “Come all over his face so he can taste how much you want us.”
“Nixon—”
“Now, Skye. Give it to us.”
She detonates with a scream that echoes through the trees, her whole body shaking with the force of it. Axel doesn't stop, doesn't let up, drawing it out until she's sobbing with overstimulation and squirting all over him.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I can't—”
“You can,” Asher says firmly. “And you will. We're nowhere near done with you yet.”
I catch Axel's eye. Time to switch.
He pulls back, his face glistening, and grins. “Your turn, Brother.”
I settle between her thighs, lining my cock up. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I make you mine.”
Her gaze locks onto mine—dazed, desperate and full of longing.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you too,” I tell her, then I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
The feeling of her tight heat wrapped around me, the way she gasps my name, the way her nails dig into my shoulders, it's perfection.
I pull back when I feel Ash settle behind me and shiver with anticipation, Axel lifts her head and guides his cock into her mouth as Asher parts my cheeks, spits into his palm and lubes me up.
When I feel the head of his cock press inside me, I groan.
Skye whimpers at the sight and I love the way she gets wetter when she watches us fuck each other. The girl was made for us. Axel uses the excess spit that drips down her chin to smear over her face and tits, then slaps her nipples, making her cry out around him.
“Take my cock,” Ash growls. I look back at him over my shoulder and groan as he thrusts into me hard and deep, driving me forward into her tight little cunt.
“Give it to me hard, I won’t last long.” Asher growls and grips the back of my neck, then begins pounding into me like a wild fucking animal. I relish the feeling of having him use me like a cheap fuck doll to get off. Skye’s muffled moans sound out around us, the sound driving us all insane.
“Fuck, baby, suck my dick like that,” Axel forces out.
The four of us are so in sync and craving the euphoria our releases will grant us.
We wore our masks with the plan to chase her since it’s Halloween but we never got the chance.
Mine fell off somewhere around here and Ax and Ash lost theirs as well.
Next year, we’ll do it properly and hunt her.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come,” Ash pants. Ax grits out his agreement while I fight off my own climax determined to wait for them, needing us all to come in unison. Our pace turns punishing when Skye begins to tremble. I know she is with us.
“Come,” I demand. As if my word is all of our undoing, we all fly over the edge of the cliff and find our release but it’s different this time. There is no more uncertainty.
We’re together.
We’re bonded.
We are one thanks to tasting each other’s blood.