Chapter 24 Maeve
MAEVE
He groaned when our tongues met in a heated tangle, and I sank into the warmth of his mouth, the safety of his arms around me.
He lifted one hand to my face and rested it against my cheek and I felt nothing but hunger as his tongue swept my mouth in fevered strokes.
Behind me Remy’s dick was hard and nestled between my ass cheeks. His palm was hot around one of my tits, and I gasped when he rolled my nipple between his fingers.
“I’m trying to be patient but my patience won’t last forever,” Bram said, his voice tight with tension.
Poe broke our kiss, then touched his lips to my cheeks and nose. “Let’s lay you down, little bird. Bram’s going to start breaking things again if we don’t let him at you.”
“I’m going to take these off,” Poe said, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my leggings.
It was something he’d never done before, ask for permission to take off my clothes, and I knew he was doing it now to make sure I felt safe after what had happened — and almost happened — to me in Romania.
I’d been on the brink of being sold into sex slavery, and the three huge inked men around me wanted to make sure I felt safe when they fucked me.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I told them. “I’m not afraid of anything you might do to me.”
The words seemed to break whatever restraint Bram had left.
“Move,” Bram growled at Poe.
Poe got off the bed and pulled off his sweats, and my gaze dropped to his dick, big and erect between his muscular thighs.
My breath caught in my throat and my pussy throbbed with need. I almost wanted to skip this part, jump to the part where they pushed into me, where they filled my body completely.
But I also wanted it to last forever, because this part — their mouths on my fevered skin, their fingers inside me — was too good to skip just because I was impatient for them to fuck me.
Bram took Poe’s place between my thighs, rising up on his knees to stare down at me. “I wanted to burn the world when you were gone.”
I lifted my arm, reaching for him. “I know.”
He locked his hand with mine, stared at our intertwined fingers, and brought my hand to his lips.
Then he dropped my hand and picked up where Poe had left off, tugging at my leggings and tossing them aside.
Remy had gotten naked while I’d been busy with Poe and Bram, and my heart skipped as I took in the thorny vines inked onto his broad shoulders and cut biceps. His blond hair flopped over his forehead in a way that sometimes looked cute but right now looked sexy as fuck.
He started to remove my sweatshirt and Bram growled a warning.
“Watch her face.”
“Duh.” Remy eased the sweatshirt over my head and threw it on the floor. “I propose you just stay naked, at least until your face heals. Then we won’t have to worry about hurting you when we take off your clothes.”
I laughed. My god, it felt good to laugh.
“That’s generous of you,” I said.
He grinned and my heart skipped a beat again. “I’m a selfless kind of guy.”
Bram stared down at my naked body, a complicated array of emotions passing over his features.
I knew it was because I was beat up, my body almost as bruised and battered as my face.
I’d fallen in the dungeon, had gone down onto the stone floors with Anton.
I hadn’t registered pain at the time — I’d been too busy fighting for my life — but my skin was marred with an assortment of blue-and-purple bruises.
“I’m going to tear Todd apart piece by piece.” Bram’s voice was low and cold as ice.
“You’re going to fuck me first,” I said, trying to calm him. “Please.”
He stretched out over me, supporting most of his weight on his elbows, clearly worried about crushing me.
“Stop it.” I was surprised by the angry edge to my voice, could see that he was surprised too. “Stop treating me like a piece of glass. I won’t have it.”
His jaw tightened in the moment before he lowered his mouth to mine.
The ferocity of his kiss left no doubt that he’d heard me loud and clear. He claimed my mouth like a conquering warrior, plunging his tongue between my lips like a man possessed.
Fire licked between my thighs and I opened my legs wider, moaned as his huge cock, still inside his jeans, nestled against my throbbing cunt.
I wrapped my arms around his back and dug in with what was left of my nails, mostly broken from the scrabbling I’d done in the dungeon. I wanted to claim him too, wanted to mark him as my own.
His mouth moved hungrily on mine, obliterating my pain. There was no room for pain, no room for anything but the heat rushing through my body like lava as Bram stoked the fire with his tongue.
I was gasping when he finally pulled away to look down at me with a dark shine of possession in his eyes.
“You’re the line in the sand, Maeve. Anyone who crosses it dies.”
I touched his face, traced the line of his scar with my fingertips, and he kissed his way down my chest and stomach.
Remy reclaimed his spot on my right and Poe stretched out on my left, and then I was right where I wanted to be — right where I wanted to be forever — between the three men who, against all odds, had captured my heart and soul.
Remy fondled my tits with one hand while Poe touched my chin to turn my face toward him. I’d just sunken into the languid sweep of his tongue when Bram ran his fingers through my cunt.
I moaned into Poe’s mouth.
“That’s what I like to see,” Bram said, pressing circles against my clit. “You’re wet and ready, like a good girl.”
“That right, killer?” I felt Remy’s hot breath against my tit. “You already wet for us?”
I was too lost in Poe’s kiss to answer, but I had a feeling it was a rhetorical question anyway. I was always wet for them.
Always ready.
The danger and violence that had seemed so foreign when I’d first come to live with them was now part and parcel of our life together. Not something to be overcome, to be destroyed.
Something to embrace.
I’d been like them all along.
Remy closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked, and a moment later I felt the long, slow drag of Bram’s tongue through the folds of my pussy.
I pulled away from the kiss with Poe involuntarily, my body short-circuiting with pleasure.
“That’s right,” Poe murmured against my cheek. “Enjoy Bram eating your pussy. It’s just the beginning, little bird. We’re going to make you come so hard.”
Bram passed his big hands against my inner thighs, opening me wider for him, then pushed his tongue inside me.
I used my heels on the bed for leverage, pushing up against his face, wanting the heat of his mouth on every inch of my cunt.
Poe chuckled against my neck. “I think she likes the way you eat her pussy.”
“How do you know it’s not the way I’m sucking her perfect tits?” Remy asked, flicking his tongue against my nipple.
“It’s… not a competition,” I gasped as Bram shoved three fingers roughly inside me.
With Bram, rough was a feature, not a bug, and I’d been surprised to find that I was there for it.
“The fuck it’s not,” Remy said, teasing my other nipple while he lapped at the one under his tongue. “We’re going to worship you.”
As if to prove the point, Bram lapped hungrily at my clit, his fingers plunging savagely into my pussy.
“Oh my god…” I moaned.
I missed Poe’s lips on mine but I wasn’t complaining as he marked a path along my jaw and neck. His mouth was hot against the tender skin behind my ear, and I closed my eyes and sank into ecstasy overload.
Bram’s tongue was hot and slippery on my clit, making feverish strokes that worked with his fingers, burrowing inside me to spark an orgasm deep in my center.
I moved with him, grinding my cunt on his face. Remy sucked on one of my tits, sending sparks to the far corners of my body, and Poe kissed his way down to take the other one in his mouth.
I glanced down and saw Bram’s dark head between my thighs, Remy locked onto one tit while Poe worked the other, and the image of their bodies surrounding mine, all of them intent only on giving me pleasure. sent a bolt of heat though my whole body.
My orgasm rushed to the surface of my skin, washing over me like a massive wave, and I cried out, shuddering against Bram’s face, pulled under the surface of reality to a place where there was nothing but bliss.
I locked my fingers into Poe’s and Remy’s hair, making it clear I didn’t want them to go anywhere as they sucked my tits, Bram still plunging his fingers into my pussy while he lavished my clit with his tongue.
The orgasm went on and on until all the tension finally left my body. I was gasping, my body limp, the surface of my skin tingling like I’d touched a live wire.
Or held a bolt of lightning in my bare hand.
And maybe I had. Maybe that was what the Butchers were: a bolt of lighting that had jolted me from the stupor of my grief.
Bram pressed his lips to my inner thighs with a kind of reverence I didn’t expect from him, and Poe and Remy took their mouths off my tits.
They took turns kissing me, each of them invading my mouth without care for the presence of the other until our tongues were a tangle of heat, another orgasm sparking to life between my thighs.
“We can stop now,” Bram said.
He looked like a god kneeling between my thighs, his dick massive and engorged in his jeans.
My cunt pulsed with the desire to feel him inside me.
“Don’t you dare,” I said.
“You sure?” Remy asked.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“Then get on your knees, killer.”