Chapter Ella
Ella
The bathroom door slammed shut.
The sound snapped me out of my daze. My pulse skidded, my breath catching as reality rushed back in around me.
Nick wore his life on his skin. I’d thought the skull and demon etched across his hand and fingers were macabre before—dark, unsettling—but the ones along his side and back were something else entirely.
Stunning, in a horrific way. As if his body had been turned inside out and inked before being stitched back together.
He wore his monsters on his skin.
Curiosity tangled with confusion, spreading through me just as sharply as the pain did when I shifted.
Alec’s fingers were still resting on my throat.
The crazy fuck had tried to strangle me.
My cheeks burned when I remembered the panic—the helplessness—and then the orgasm that followed, just as breathtaking as the fear had been.
Ironic.
“Ella,” Alec murmured, his tone deceptively gentle as he took my hand and guided it beneath the covers, pressing my palm against his hard cock.
Rowan moved behind me, his body close, his arm snaking around until his hand cupped my breast with familiar possession.
“You obey all of us,” he said, his voice rough, heavy with sleep and something darker beneath it. “No matter what we ask of you. No matter how much it hurts.”
My fingers barely wrapped around Alec’s cock, but I obeyed anyway—teasing the tip before sliding my hand down his heated length, testing the weight of it.
Behind me, Rowan shifted. I heard the unmistakable pumping sound of the lube bottle and swallowed hard.
“It was my first time last night with—you know,” I said quietly, my voice faltering. The words stuck in my throat.
I swallowed again. “Anal sex,” I whispered.
Rowan paused. Alec lifted his gaze over me to Rowan, the exchange between them silent but unmistakable.
“Don’t worry, sweet Ella,” Alec said lightly. “I cracked you wide open.”
The innocence in his tone made my stomach twist—but I didn’t miss the subtle nod he gave Rowan.
Sure enough, Rowan smeared lube against my arsehole.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.
Then came more pumping sounds.
I didn’t need to look back to know he was lying through his teeth.
His partner in crime parted my thighs, Alec’s fingers grazing over my clit, unhurried, deliberate.
“Think of how hard you came last night,” Alec murmured. “You don’t even know what we did to you when you were out cold.”
He snickered softly.
“What?” I gasped, my breath stuttering.
“Such lovely tight holes,” he said, pouting theatrically. “How were we supposed to resist?”
“We didn’t want to wake you up,” Rowan added calmly, as if that made any of it benevolent.
The sound of the bathroom door opening made me tense.
Nick stopped short, his gaze flicking over the three of us. My attention, which had been fixed on the artwork etched into his skin, dropped before I could stop it—locking onto his hardening penis instead.
“How do you even get through airport security?” I blurted, shocked that a dick could have that much metal in it.
Alec and Rowan chuckled, low and amused, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
His cock twitched as he stepped closer, and then his balls came into view. I gaped at the neat series of metal hoops running down the centre of them, lined up with brutal precision.
“Maybe if I put a few in your pussy and nipples, you’d understand,” he growled before turning away.
“Don’t leave a mess in the kitchen,” Alec called after him.
I needed to keep a low profile with Nick. I didn’t want any piercings—or the potential infections that came with them.
“Come here,” Alec said, dragging me back against his chest.
His hand hauled my leg over so I straddled him. I braced one hand on the bed, the other on his shoulder, my gaze dropping to the dark hair dusting his chest.
“Give me your tits,” he growled.
I leaned forward as Rowan moved in behind me, peeling the covers away.
“He’ll be back,” Rowan said, sliding his cock beneath my pussy.
When Alec groaned beneath me, I realised what they were doing—cock on cock. Rowan didn’t stop, rubbing himself along the length of my pussy.
“Free lube,” he murmured.
Alec started to suck on my nipples. It was wet, messy, and deep. He growled with satisfaction when I began to gyrate my hips, rubbing myself along their cocks beneath me. Rowan grabbed a handful of my hair, keeping me suspended between them.
“That’s my good little slut. Get me nice and wet for your arse fucking,” he groaned as I dragged myself down his length.
Alec’s hand wrapped around my throat as he pulled away from my breasts. I could still feel the bruising from last night. It wasn’t painful, but it hurt in a good way—one that didn’t make sense to me.
“Be a good set of holes and sit on my dick,” he said sweetly. “Then let Rowan in your arse.”
Rowan moved back, and I lifted myself slightly to adjust my position. In that moment, Alec never released my neck, nor did he take his eyes off me. The look in them made me wonder who was more dangerous—Nick or Alec.
Or were all three the same, just different variants of the same disease?
I felt the tip of his cock at my opening.
And even knowing exactly what these men were, I still drew pleasure from sliding down onto him.
Survival or not—what did that make me?