51. Freya #2
“I killed her,” I whisper, my throat raw. “I murdered her.” A sob shudders through me. “I’m exactly what my father made me.”
“No.” Jude grips my hand in his and pulls it to his chest. “No, Freya. You did what you did to protect, not to harm.”
I blink, my blurred and swollen eyes clearing enough to make out River and Eli perched on the end of the bed. River’s calm, firm gaze settles on me like a weighted blanket. “You’re not a murderer, Freya. Your sister gave her life to save Harley. Don’t take that away from her.”
I press my lips together and choke back another sob even as tears run down my face. “She’s gone,” I hiccup.
“I know, and I’m so fucking sorry darling.”
“It hurts.” I press my forehead against Jude’s chest. “Everything hurts.”
Oz brushes my tangled hair off my face. “It’ll hurt a little less if you let us in. If you let us love you.”
Oz’s words sink in and it hits me that I’ve run from them again without even meaning to. I thought it was enough just to stay but shutting them out was merely another form of running away. And I swore I wouldn’t do that again.
I retreat from Jude’s chest and tilt my head back to look up at him. I see my own pain reflected back at me and in this moment, I want nothing more than to take it away. To let them love me as much as I love all of them.
I wind my hand around the back of his neck and draw him down for a kiss. His lips are cloud soft and each tease of his tongue has my core clenching. I press my chest against his, needing more, but he pulls back all too soon.
“We don’t have to do this, not now,” he whispers.
“I want to.” I twine my fingers through his curls. “Please, Jude. Everything’s been numb for so long. I want to feel again.”
Jude looks at River who scans his eyes over me.
“I need you,” I say. “I need all of you.”
Jude shakes his head. “Fuck it. You’ve got us, Angel.
” His lips collide with mine once more and I breathe him in.
My hands tug at his t-shirt, and he sits up just long enough to pull it over his head with one hand, the muscles in his arm clenching.
He chucks the t-shirt to the floor and lies back down next to me.
His hand settles on my hip, his nose brushing the tip of mine.
“Think you can take me and Oz together in that sweet pussy, babygirl?”
My chest heaves as I gasp, my hardened nipples scraping against Jude’s front. “Yes. That. I want that.”
Behind me, Oz’s fingers dip under the waistband of my panties and he draws them down my thighs. He lifts my leg up and back, hooking it over his own and holding me open for Jude.
Heat rushes through me at the sight of Jude’s cock, thick and heavy in his hand. The curved metal bar glints at the head and he drags the cool silver through my folds before easing his length inside of me till he’s so far in our hip bones touch.
I groan, my fingers tangling in his hair. I try to shift, needing to feel him move inside but Jude takes my leg from Oz and wraps it over his waist. “Hold still for us, Angel. Be a good girl and let Oz fill you up.”
His words have me shuddering and I rest my forehead on Jude’s chest.
Oz moves behind me. I hiss as he brushes up against my back, the strokes River landed blazing with each touch. The burn spreads as Oz pushes two lubed fingers into my pussy alongside Jude’s cock, sliding them back and forth and scissoring his fingers to stretch me out.
He adds another finger before pulling out and notching the head of his cock against my entrance. He curls his hand around my ribcage, catching the edge of where the whip tails hit and holding me steady as he forces his way inside.
“Oh fuck.”
“You’re doing good, babygirl,” Jude murmurs. He’s already filling me so much and each inch Oz deepens makes me tighter and tighter.
“Fuck brother,” Jude swears, “I can feel you moving against me.”
“Does it feel good?” I ask, scraping my nails over Jude’s nipples.
He shivers. “Hell, yeah.”
I moan and wince as Oz thrusts deeper.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, right over where Eli’s initials mark my skin. “Just a little more, Mo Leannan. You can take me.”
Jude’s fingers play with my nipples, each tweak distracting me from the burn stretching my cunt. Finally, Oz’s pelvis is flush against my ass.
“How does it feel?” Jude asks.
“So full,” I gasp, my eyes blinking as I adjust to having them both this deep. I can feel Jude in my belly and the sensations from my core travel all the way up my spine.
Oz chuckles low, the vibrations ricochetting through me. “Such a good, obedient set of holes for us.”
I groan, my head falling back against his shoulder at his vulgar words.
“You ready for us to fuck you, babygirl?”
“Yes. Please,” the word hisses out of me as Jude rocks his hips back only to piston forward. “Fuck.”
Oz moves too, the pair of them finding a rhythm as they saw in and out of me. My body undulates between them until Oz wraps his arm underneath my breasts and holds me to him, anchoring me steady as the two of them fuck me hard.
The sting from River’s whipping intensifies every touch. The brush of Jude’s breath on the swell of my breasts. His fingers digging into my ass.
I reach up and link my hands around the back of Oz’s neck, gasping as they hit a sweet spot deep inside of me.
“That’s it, Mo Leannan, come for us,” Oz murmurs, his voice strained and gravelly.
Jude thrusts into that same spot and I shatter, but unlike earlier, when breaking meant falling apart, this time I kaleidoscope back together.
Jude and Oz’s love surrounds me. Glimpses of Jude’s desire and Oz’s quiet smile, of them whispering their love for me and holding me close, float around us before coalescing into a single thought as I reach that euphoric peak. A surety that settles in my soul.
I am loved.
Oz and Jude bury themselves deep, warmth flooding inside of me as they find their climax together.
After they pull out, I roll onto my back, barely feeling the hiss of pain over the pleasure satiating my body.
Eli kneels on the bed, cleaning me up with a warm cloth before lowering his lips to my pussy. He presses a kiss to the top of my mound then hovers there, waiting for me to look down at him before holding my gaze and saying, “You want to feel, kitten? I’ll make you feel.”
He flicks his tongue over my clit, grazes the swollen bundle of nerves with his teeth.
A deep ache has settled in my core and I squirm but he holds down my hips and Oz and Jude pin my arms to the bed.
Eli keeps tasting my pussy and my eyes flutter shut at the pleasure until a shadow falls across my face.
“You paying attention, darling?”
I look up to find River leaning against the bed post, his arms crossed. “Eli’s going to give you as many orgasms as he likes and you’re going to thank him after each one. Understood?”
I nod. Too lost in the feelings Eli’s stirring up inside of me to understand the ramifications of what he’s saying. “Yes, Sir.”
Eli smirks against my stomach then drags his tongue from my core to my clit.
I buck my hips, but he hooks his hands around my thighs, keeping me open for him to devour. And devour he does.
The first orgasm comes on quick, pleasure coiling tight inside of me as Eli sucks on my clit until I burst.
“Thank you, Eli,” I pant.
A wicked smile. His face gleaming with my arousal. “You’re welcome, kitten.”
Eli dives back down, sucking and licking and nipping at my lower lips. After another orgasm, I’m too sensitive for more but he keeps going.
Jude and Oz join in, drawing my nipples into their mouths and biting down, stroking their fingers over my scars.
Eli circles his tongue around my clit and I writhe on the bed, unsure whether I want to grind against his face or pull away.
Their touch is overwhelming, my senses in hyperdrive as they play with me. Sweat dampens my skin. Heat flushes through me, the world shifting out of focus as I come once more.
“Thank you, Eli.” My voice is dazed and sated. I’ve gone from feeling nothing to feeling everything at once.
I’ve lost track of how many times Eli’s pushed me over that edge when River leans over me and lowers his lips to my ear.
“Good girls say thank you on their knees.”
My already throbbing core clenches. Oz and Jude help lift me up and lower me to my knees at the foot of the bed. My heated body welcomes the cool wood against my legs.
Eli stands in front of me and brushes away the tangled hair stuck to my face. He presses his thumb against my bottom lip, dragging it down. “Open for me, pretty girl.”
I do as he says, and he brackets my head with his hands.
“I’m going to go deep and I’m not going to stop. Tap my thigh if you need out, okay?”
I nod.
My jaw aches as Eli spreads my lips with his hard cock. He does as he warned, thrusting all the way to the back of my throat and then farther.
My eyes widen. I choke on his length, my hands grabbing onto his thighs. I try to pull back but he holds me tight. “Don’t fight it. Stay with me.”
Tears blur my eyes. My head spins.
“That feeling right now. That burn in your throat. That need to breathe. It means you’re alive, Freya. You. Are. Alive.” He thrusts into me with each word then holds still and locks his eyes onto mine. “So, you better damn well start living.”
My chest screams for oxygen. Stars flicker in my eyes. Just as I’m about to pass out he pulls back and I gasp, gulping down precious air. I’m alive.
I’m alive.
Eli strokes my hair, giving me a moment to recover before fisting the curls in his hand and fucking my throat.
I swallow him down, drinking in his dark, musky taste and getting high off it. Off the effect I have on him.
His thighs tense under my fingers, his head tilting back as he comes down my throat. The veins in his neck stand in sharp relief like a Michelangelo statue. The sight is beautiful. He is beautiful.
He picks me up off the floor and kisses me hard, not caring that the taste of him is still on my tongue.
I am fully floating, completely and utterly enrapt by these men and their stubborn love. I know now, with a certainty that strengthens my bones, that they won’t ever let me fade away.
Eli is right, my sister may be gone but I’m still here, and she would want me to live. I’m not sure I’ll ever fully forgive myself for failing to save her, but I can honor the sacrifice she made.
As if sensing my thoughts running away, River comes up beside us and wraps my hair around his fist. He uses his hold to angle my head to face him. “On the bed, darling. It’s my turn.”