Chapter Eight
Zayden
Ican’t help but press my ear against the wall separating us from the orgy going on next door. My grin widens when I hear one say, “I’ll suck you off, Ash.”
I laugh. “Oh shit, now the brother husbands are fucking each other!”
“Zayden!” Blake hisses. “Get away from the wall and mind your own goddamn business.”
I trot away, bouncing onto the bed beside her. “Oh come on—it’s like free porn!”
She shakes her head but can’t fight her smile. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Who is?” Dominic asks as he comes out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist from his shower.
“Zayden,” she answers. “He’s eavesdropping on Skyla and her husbands.”
“I mean, there are a lot of them. It’s hard not to be… curious,” Dominic says with a shrug before pulling out his phone. He scrolls through it for a moment before pulling up the hidden nanny cam he placed in the kids’ bedroom earlier.
“You put that lock we gave you on the door, right?” Dominic asks as he watches our boys sleep.
“The one that’s biometric and a bitch to get on right? Yes,” Blake huffs.
Dominic nods, setting his phone down and pressing a kiss to the top of Blake’s head.
She thinks we’re being over the top, but we don’t know these people.
All we know is that they now have as much to lose as we do, which makes us equal.
For now. The idea of leaving Blake and the boys here is like a thousand knives pricking beneath my skin.
The alternative, though… There is no alternative.
It’s our only option, and I know Dominic just fucking hates it.
“I seriously don’t think Skyla or the guys would want to hurt the boys. I mean, they’re probably worried about us doing the same to their kids.”
“As they should be,” I say without hesitation.
It’s true. If they even breathe wrong on any of my family, I’ll split each of their kids stem to stern without a moment’s notice.
“Zayden,” she admonishes as I shake my head.
“No, angel, you don’t get to go soft and drop your guard. We can’t leave you here if you’re going to let your guard down around these people.”
Dominic nods. “He’s right, baby. We trust no one else, ever.”
“I know, I know. I don’t trust them. I just… They seem to get it, or she does, I guess.”
“Get what?” Dominic asks.
“This life we live, with kids, having multiple husbands. I don’t know. It feels good to be somewhere and not have to… hide.”
I frown at that, the loneliness in her words practically echoing in the room. My angel is lonely? How could she be when she has me? And Dominic? And the boys? We would fill our house with even more kids, so she’d never be lonely a day in her life if she’d only let us.
Dominic opens his mouth to get to the bottom of this because that’s really what he does best. He’s the feelings guy, the understanding one, and I’m an action man. Once direction is given, I run with it. I just need her to tell me how to fix it and I will.
Before Dominic can speak, though, Blake presses a finger to his lips and shakes her head. “I’m fine. The kids are fine. We’re all fine. That’s what matters.”
I nod, and we sit there in silence for a moment before a few moans and groans come through the walls. Jesus, it’s a miracle they don’t wake up the kids with their sex-a-thon. Then again, maybe that’s why all the kids’ rooms are on the other side of the house.
As one, we all bust out laughing before I turn my angel’s head to me.
“Should we give them a show?”
She grins at me before Dominic nods.
“Let’s.”
My mouth moves to hers, and our tongues tangle together before Dominic steals her and smashes his lips to hers.
A spark of jealousy rips through me as I push him away, stealing her back once more.
Dominic scoffs but allows it, as per usual, then I lie on my back, pulling my angel on top of me.
He slowly begins undressing her for me, covering her skin with kisses as my hands roam over her body.
Fucking perfection.
When her pants and panties are off, cast to the side, I don’t waste a moment before shoving inside her. She moans as Dominic lines himself up behind her. There’s the sound of a lube bottle opening and closing, then she tenses around me as he pushes into her ass.
Rule number one of travel with one wife and two husbands: never forget the lube.
“Fuck,” she hisses. “I love being full of you both.”
“Just the way we like you, baby,” Dominic says as he grabs the base of her hair and pulls, forcing her head up.
Another moan sounds from behind us, and Dominic curses.
“Jesus, it sounds like someone is getting full in there too.”
“I bet,” my angel scoffs in a way that almost sounds like envy.
I push down my jealous rage as an idea flickers in my mind.
I reach into my pocket and pull out my knife with the smooth crystal handle. My angel got it for me as a birthday present last year, but given how often I use it on her, it’s practically a gift for her.
“Want to know what it’s like? To be stuffed full in your cunt and your ass?” I ask as I press the handle against my cock, right against her entrance.
Her eyes go wide with shock as Dominic’s thrusts slow.
“What? I can’t take two in my pussy, Zay.”
“Sure you can. Open up, angel—I’m coming in.”
Before she can protest further, I’m pushing the handle of the knife inside her.
The long handle provides me a generous amount of leverage before I have to grip the knife’s blade.
It pushes against me uncomfortably at first, but then my angel’s mouth drops open, and her eyes roll back into her head, and I couldn’t stop if I tried.
Her pleasure is like a drug to me, and once I get just a taste, I crave more and more until I’m fucking drowning in it.
“Fuck her ass nice and raw, brother. I’m gonna stuff our wife full.”
“Fuck,” Dominic curses under his breath as he picks up his pace, helping move her for me as I push more and more of the handle into her. The sharp bite of the blade cuts into my hand, and I feel the first drop of blood hit my skin. The sting is a welcome feeling, one I crave.
When she opens up even further, I begin thrusting in and out of her, keeping the knife in rhythm with me as my beautiful angel turns into a wanton mess on top of me.
“Fuck yes. Let me stretch you, angel. Let’s see how much you can take,” I say through clenched teeth, my cock already throbbing in her, desperate to come. Not yet, though.
“Oh my God! S-so fu-full,” she stutters.
My cock jerks at her words, at her soft moans and whimpers. She’s on birth control, despite my irritation. It’s what she needs, and I know that, but it won’t stop me from speaking my mind.
“Come on my cock, angel. Come all over my knife. I want to smell and taste you while I’m away.”
“Zay! Dom!” she moans.
“That’s it, baby. Come for us,” he says with a sharp slap to her ass that has her bucking.
The knife digs deeper into my palm as more blood spills. My hips are thrusting savagely at this point, words pouring out of my mouth.
“Just like that. I’m gonna come so fucking deep you’ll have no choice in giving us another baby. Fuck you nice and pregnant the way you deserve,” I say through clenched teeth, though I see the instant my words register.
My angel freezes for a moment, and Dominic casts me an irritated glare. It’s not like he doesn’t think the same when he’s in her cunt. We want more kids desperately. She does too; I know it. She just needs to let go. I’ll take care of everything.
Her gaze flickers between the both of us before her orgasm tears through her, seemingly out of nowhere.
She moans and shouts to the point Dominic has to cover her mouth as her cunt squeezes the fuck out of me and the knife.
My own orgasm washes over me, and I fill her with my cum; Dominic follows right behind, and we both pump her full.
Once the pleasure has passed and Dominic pulls out of her, I can’t help but give her a few more thrusts, pushing my cum deeper and deeper, like if I do, it’ll break down her birth control and she’ll have no choice but to carry my babies.
Slowly, she pushes off me and the knife handle until she’s lying on her back beside me.
Looking down, she sees the bloody mess my hand has become and absentmindedly drags her finger against my palm, coating the tip of it with blood before she rubs it against her lip.
Just like that, I’m hard as a steel pipe once more, and I smash our mouths together.
No one gets me like her; no one understands that craving for the pain, for the blood.
Not like she does. She’s the missing piece to the fucked-up puzzle that is Dominic and me.
“Clean up that fucking hand. We have work to do in a few hours,” Dominic says, forcing me to pull away from my angel.
I glower at him but stand, moving to the bathroom to do as he says. He’s right. Fucker.
“Hours?” my angel asks as she looks to my brother.
He presses a soft kiss to her lips as he tucks her into him and nods. “We know where one of the Horsemen is, at least now. We can’t waste too much time.”
“But Grandpa over here needs to rest!” I call out.
“We both need rest. We’ve been going nonstop for over thirty hours, Zay,” he calls back.
Tomato, tomahtoe.
Once my hand is rinsed off, I find some gauze and wrap it for now, then come back to bed and slip in beside my angel. Dominic and I hold her tightly, and I almost think she’s asleep until she speaks.
“Are you okay? I mean, I know that sounds like a dumb question in the grand scheme of things, but you seem off… You’re not like yourself. This isn’t the first time we’ve experienced something like this, and you’ve always remained… you.”
I’m not sure how to answer her because at this moment, I can’t tell what she wants to hear. I’d rather give her whatever lie she needs to hear than what I really feel. Her eyes are pleading for the truth, though, so despite my better judgment, I speak.
“It’s my fault,” I rasp. “That this is happening to us, that the boys were in danger, that you were. That little Putnam fuck is right, and I hate it.”
She frowns, reaching out and cupping my cheek with her hand. “What did he say?”
I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter. I just… I need to fix this, as fast as possible. We never rely on people. It’s always been just us, and the idea of leaving you with these… people. It’s not sitting right with me.”
Silence hangs between us for several moments as we stare at each other, the soft pad of her thumb gently moving in circles against my cheek.
“Don’t worry about us. I can’t describe it, but they feel… safe, at least for now. I’m more worried about you two. Usually, when you have a job, I’m not worried. Not for a second, but now…”
Her words hang in the air like a loaded gun, waiting to go off. Frustration twists in me that she’s worried at all. I hate it. I hate it more than anything in the goddamn world. She doesn’t deserve to feel worry a moment in her life. Not when she has me. And Dominic too.
I don’t reassure her, though, and neither does my brother. I think because for the first time in so long, we’re worried too.