Chapter 55
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S how me exactly what it means to be yours.
Our girl sinks against Grey’s mouth, drawing him into her, speaking the only primal, carnal language he’ll understand in his current state of turmoil. Clever thing that she is, Poe knows that right now isn’t a time for talking. There’s only one way she can reassure him, reassure all of us, after agreeing to the worst kind of handshake with a man as vile as Andreas Noire.
I have to fight back the onslaught of my own demons that threaten to rise to the surface. The Noire family tore apart my brother and me, among too many children’s lives they’ve been responsible for destroying. We might have been the favorites, the chosen playthings while we were still at the perfect age for the kinds of wants of a sick individual, but even after the abuse ended, we were still trapped in this world.
Both Thorne and I have spent a lifetime enduring the ever-present sickness of the Noire lineage, and I’ve never felt more fury or unfiltered determination poured like gasoline straight onto the flames of my plan to end it all .
In this moment, I can only hope, like hell, that we’ll succeed.
This is a world where you make your own luck. You forge your own destiny, and mine is going to be written indelibly, etched into the casing of a bullet driven straight into the back of a skull.
It might take us years for this plan to fully unfold, and we might fucking die trying, but I’ll be damned if I don’t get to witness their brains splattered. Even if it’s the last sight I see.
As I watch Grey clutch Poe to him and pour all of those years of anguish into his kisses, the realization thunders in. It’s terrifying and impossible for a man like me to admit out loud, but hearing her say she loves me?
There’s an echoing cry, keening and yearning inside my heart, one that urgently answers with my own silent confession. Right now, I’m no better than Angel. I’m stuck without a voice and without a way to form those words.
I’ve never said them to anyone. I’ve never come close to feeling the way I do about this girl, and the thud of my pulse tells me with every dull strike of a hammer inside my ears that I’m in love with Poe.
Casting a quick look at Angel, I can see how guilt-laden he is, and my gut twists on his behalf. He looks ready to hurl himself through the glass pane at his back, and I hate that prick Andreas even more than I ever thought possible for preying on him and the circumstances around his life here with us in such a disgusting way.
He’s the best of us, and we’d equally race into the heat of battle for him as much as we would for Poe.
That’s all it takes. Seeing how cut up he is—how badly he’s laying all the blame at his own feet—I make the decision for all of us.
Crossing the room, I come up behind Poe and sink my fingers into her hair until I can curl those soft strands around my fist. She’s still lost in chasing after Grey’s mouth and gasps at the feel of my silent command.
“You want to know that you’re ours? Want us to truly show you, princess?” Tugging her head back, I can see the heat raging behind Grey’s eyes as his attention bounces between my hand and our girl, then briefly to my mouth before drifting up to meet my line of sight.
I might not ever be able to give him what he wants from me, beyond being there for him like I was moments ago, but there’s something budding between us that might eventually bloom when it’s the right time.
Right now, it isn’t about me and him and our bullshit; it’s about all of us making it through the fire together. This, right here, is about us surviving to see the other side of the plan I’ve set in motion.
“Angel needs the two of you to show him just how much he means to you. If you belong to us, you’ll be ready to hit your knees any time of day or night for that man, isn’t that right?”
Poe makes a soft noise of agreement while I speak into her ear.
“That goes for you too, Grey. I think it’s about time you show us all what it means to belong to each other. Show our girl here exactly how much of a slut you are for the big guy.”
Glancing over at Angel, I can see he’s fighting a war inside his own mind.
“Go on then, get over here and give them what they’re both wanting. Let them line up like good little fucktoys for you to use. I wonder who swallows your dick and all those piercings best?”
Letting go of Poe’s hair, I give her ass a quick swat to remind her of exactly how I own her pleasure, even when I’m watching her with them. Because I fucking love watching her when they’re sharing her. There’s something particularly satisfying about sitting back and taking in the sight of our girl swept up in her desire, completely lost in the moment, only for her lust-filled eyes to find mine. To watch that wave reach a peak and take hold while her gaze is locked with my own.
Settling back in the armchair, I keep my sights settled firmly on the three of them.
“On your knees, princess. You too, butcher.” The two of them are almost writhing already at hearing the command, and while Grey still looks like he’s primed to slit throats across the entire city if only someone would hand him the knife, he sinks to his knees, following our girl down, down, down into the safety of submission.
I know Grey likes to run his mouth, and I know he takes control easily, but this is what he damn well needs right now, even if he doesn’t want to fucking admit it.
And what better way to step over that threshold, than with our girl right by his side?
“Go on then. Which throat are you gonna take first, hmm ?” Arching my eyebrow at Angel, I hit him with the challenge to get out of his own goddamn head and give these two what they’re desperate for. “You’ve got two hot little holes waiting for you, drooling for a chance to lick you from root to tip and then choke on you. So get the fuck over here.”
Angel’s upper lip curls, but I know the truth of him. He might be the gentle giant and protector of our girl, but he’s got just as much of a darkness that needs to be fed. The man needs to learn he can push Poe—can let go with her just as much as he allows himself to with Grey.
As he crosses to where they’re both squirming on their knees, obediently waiting side by side, his thick fingers work his belt loose. When that metal clanks, I can see the anticipation run through Poe in a shudder.
“Look at that, Angel. One hint of getting your dick, and our girl’s already making a mess of herself. You’d better show her exactly how she belongs to you before her pussy weeps all over the floor.” My gaze lands on Grey, who watches the man before him with a look that hides a collision of unexpressed and tangled emotions. “Better yet, make her wait. Our little slut likes to watch, doesn’t she? Let her soak right through those panties, and leave Grey to lick every last drop up off the floor after you’re done owning him.”
The two kneeling, squirming messes before him, both let out low groans.
Watching Angel free himself and stroke his length, it’s not so much the view of him that has my own dick thickening, but it’s the way Poe and Grey are completely lost to the sight of him standing inches away. With each firm stroke, they openly stare, and it’s a fucking beautiful sight. The obsessive need to please him consumes every ounce of their awareness.
Those silver piercings glint tantalizingly as his cock stands erect inside his big fist. Angel draws the moment out, silently contemplating his next move as I get to sit back and watch the sight of how goddamn sexy they all are together.
Something thumps violently against my ribcage to think of them all as mine .
Because even though I don’t have the same feelings for Angel as I’m untangling when it comes to Grey, and I don’t want to sink into him like I do with Poe, there’s a burning emotion there where my kinship with him is concerned. It’s protective as fuck, and I feel like I’d never think twice about standing over his figure, snarling with rabid, dripping fangs, ready to savage anyone who dared come near him.
Him and his good heart mean the world to them , and therefore, he’s mine to protect, just as much as the other two are. We’re all in this equally, no matter whether sex is concerned or not.
“Such a good boy for him, aren’t you, butcher?” His eyes are fixed on the sight of the hand shuttling up and down the rungs of those piercings. Angel shoots a look at me, then back to the man before him on his knees. With his free hand, he pinches Grey’s chin and gives him a long, assessing look before he opens his palm on a command that needs no interpretation.
Spit.
Poe makes a soft whimpering noise, and she’s obviously squeezing her thighs together, shifting her weight around while sitting on her heels in order to ease some of that building ache.
Of course, Grey does as he’s told. He spits into Angel’s palm, who then swipes his slickened hand over his cock before tapping the swollen head against Grey’s mouth.
Open.
“Go on then. You want to know our girl is aching for the both of you? Stick your pretty boy tongue out and let him own your throat.” Grey’s expression is so damn hungry as he keeps his eyes on Angel and does exactly that.
There’s a familiarity between the two of them, a deeper connection there. Two people who, for all intents and purposes, have been in love with each other for a long fucking time, and yet thanks to the world we live in, they’ve never been able to allow that intimacy to be voiced in the way our girl has been the catalyst for.
As Angel holds his head, shoves into his mouth, and sinks forward, Grey steadies himself against his powerful thighs. The two of them know their rhythm. Angel can be forceful, he can own him and doesn’t worry about hurting Grey because he knows exactly what he can take.
You’d have to be without a pulse not to find the two of them together incredibly hot, but what I’m watching, with my own length throbbing and growing harder and harder inside my pants, is Poe. She’s flushed beautifully, open-mouthed, and panting as she watches Angel take Grey’s mouth without subtlety or anything less than the satiation of his pleasure. Our good girl looks to be imagining giving him that sensation of an eager tongue and sloppy wetness coating his length .
“Give Angel something pretty to look at, princess. He can have Grey’s throat driving him insane and enjoy the sight of those perfect tits.”
She whimpers ever so softly and reaches up to unbutton the front of her dress, letting the material fall loosely around her cleavage before dragging her gaze away from the two men beside her and looking at me.
I tilt my head and give her a stern look. “Now, you know that’s not good enough. You say you love him? Then be his good little whore and let him see everything.”
With teeth digging into her bottom lip and looking like a panting, horny dream come true, she pulls the soft cups of her bra over those hard, rosy nipples and puts herself on display.
Angel rumbles appreciatively, and Grey’s nothing more than a sloppy mess around his length.
Christ, the three of them look fucking incredible together. Whatever Grey’s doing is unraveling Angel, and it’s obvious that Poe is desperate for her turn.
“I think Grey’s trying to steal your cum when he hasn’t earned it yet.” I scold, and our butcher makes a groaning noise around Angel’s dick. When he pulls back, there’s a long line of spit extending from his mouth, and Angel swipes his swollen head over those abused lips.
“Screw you, Hawke.” Grey makes a dark noise, but it’s all bullshit because he’s turned the fuck on, even if his brain is trying to fight how good it feels to be taking orders for a change.
“Don’t think you’ll get away with being a brat.” As I turn my attention to the other two, Angel stands over Poe with his cock in his fist, and she obediently opens her mouth and waits. Even though he knows exactly what he wants, I can see the hesitation in him, the wavering back into territory where he just wants to treat her like she’ll crumble if he’s too forceful.
When I know the girl can take twenty strikes to her perfect ass and fall apart in a shuddering orgasm .
“Go on then, Angel. Fuck Poe’s face. Use her. Own her. Take those tears and slutty noises she’ll make when you’re buried in her throat, blocking her air. Because you own that, too, don’t you?”
She reaches for his thighs and gives him a touch to reassure him, to let him know that she’s ready to be owned exactly the way he just showed us with Grey.
“Your girl has a safe word.” I remind him. “Look at the way she’s humping the floor already. Our girl wants those piercings all over her tongue to remind her exactly how they feel when you’re balls deep inside her cunt.”
Angel slides a hand into her hair, and eases past her plush lips. The sultry noise that comes out of her as he works his way forward is enough to spur him on. Each shift of his hips becomes more forceful, and she looks at him the entire time with tears forming, and I know there’s nothing but pleasure there. Poe looks stunning as her breasts heave and drool starts to collect at the corners of her mouth. She’s a mess in no time at all, showing him just how proudly she’ll take care of him.
“Jesus.” Beside her, Grey still rests on his knees, but he’s sucking in deep breaths at the sight and sound of her moaning and gagging around Angel.
“Our girl loves to put on a show.” Palming myself through my pants, I’m about ready to move beyond just watching, but there’s a little more of an opportunity to really play with them before they get what they want. “Make yourself useful, butcher boy. Angel deserves a taste of exactly how sweet that pussy is while being owned by him.”
Grey’s hazel eyes hit mine. His jaw tics, because he knows that means he’s not allowed to bend the rules and taste her for himself.
“Go on then. Slip your hand into those soaked panties, but no teasing that needy little clit. You have to wait your turn.”
He swallows hard, then does as I instruct, hitching her dress up and dipping below the waistband of her underwear. The moment he makes contact with her pussy, she can’t help but choke on Angel, caught between the sensation of fingers stroking her and the back of her throat being stuffed full.
“Good boy.” My lips twitch at the sight of Grey fighting the urge to keep fondling her, and he reluctantly drags his hand away and lifts it up for Angel to be able to bend down and take his fingers into his mouth.
As he tastes Poe there, he holds her mouth around him, letting the weight of his length sit on her tongue as he strokes her hair. With each run of his fingers, he praises her, tells her how perfect she is, and I can see the way our girl turns into an absolute puddle for him.
“Mmmfuck. I think I like seeing you three all go out of your goddamn minds.” Shifting my hands to undo my pants, I lock my gaze on the girl who perfectly fills the giant goddamn hole I’ve forever carried in my heart with her every scent, laugh, and soft touch.
“Lose the dress, princess. Come here .”