Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CALEB
“I’m yours.” The words feel like blades thrust into my heart as it thumps with a wild ache that takes my breath away.
How long have I imagined those words from her lips?
How many nights when parted with the anger I carry like a noose around my neck have I dreamt of her on her knees for me, giving herself so freely to Cooper and me?
“Ours to fuck. Ours to lo—” I cut myself off and turn away from her. Too enraptured by her soft features as she looks so lovingly up at the monster that I am. I can’t say the word, not yet. I can’t give her that.
The spell Ebony Winters has cast on me in the short space of time she’s been back in our lives is jarring to say the least. I have spent the last six years convincing myself that anything we might have had disappeared the night we were sent to Blackwood.
But being here, with our Dove, the visceral torment that seemed to motivate me to escape that hell hole withers away, and instead, I’m left with that heartache of losing her all those years ago.
It eats away at me, but I shove it away, determined to be present here with her for this.
Now that her hands are secured, I lift my shirt up over my head and revel in the soft gasp that leaves her sweet lips as she sees my body for the first time, her eyes zeroing in on the patch of burnt flesh that ripples with twisted scars under the tattoos that cover the entirety of my torso.
Sadness eclipses the heat in her dipped stormy grey gaze as the violet spark appears to soften.
“Hook her up,” I say to my brother, my gaze still locked with hers as her mouth falls open with an audible pop.
What are ropes without the shiny accessory? Our Dove is about to realise how deep our depravities run.
I stroke her hair, and she melts into my touch.
If she wanted a soft approach, she’s got the wrong brother.
I don’t plan on being anything but relentless where she’s concerned.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I yank her to her feet, and she screams, her legs struggling to get under her with the quick shift in position.
“Caleb!”
“Shut the fuck up,” I spit out venomously, and she snaps her lips shut, bowing her head as I release her hair.
The part of me that loves this woman wants to worship her body and show her that I can be gentle too, when I want to be.
The part of me hungry for her tears, he wants to watch her ride that line of pleasure and pain until she can’t take anymore.
Two beasts desperate to have her begging for more.
Cooper hands me the remote, and the creak of the harness attached to the aerial performer’s hoop begins to lower. I don’t say a word as he works his magic and loops and ties the ropes left loose from the bodice that hugs her body as he secures Ebony to it.
“Are you comfortable?” Cooper is the caring one of the two of us. I know he will make sure Ebony enjoys herself. He is the calm to my storm that she needs for this to work. She nods her head; her muscles visibly tense as her throat bobs with a nervous gulp.
She’s right to be nervous.
The partial suspension means we’re able to manoeuvre her easily, which is ideal for what I have in mind.
A squeak of shock rumbles out of Ebony when I press a button and the harness begins to rise. Lifted from the ground, she hangs there, her back arched as the central harness takes her weight. Her instinct is to reach up and grab a hold of the rope, but with her hands bound, she is at our mercy.
“Like floating on water, right?” Coop asks as he trails his finger over the ridges of the jute rope binding her appreciatively.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, her fingers intertwining behind her.
The anticipation of what is to come is evident as a light sheen of perspiration coats her goose pimpled flesh.
She has no choice but to trust us right now, and I know for Ebony’s trust isn’t given easily.
I can hear her heart thumping in her chest as she worries her lip between her teeth.
Cooper continues his checks; we’ve never done this as a team before, ropes are more his fascination, but seeing Ebs like this, I can appreciate the appeal. I may be a novice, but when we concocted this plan, I demanded to know everything I needed to know to make sure our Dove was safe at all times.
“Caleb…” Her voice is breathy, her tone unsure. It surprises me that she’s turning to me for reassurance. Her lips, the perfect shade of pink that matches her dusky peaked nipples.
“We’re just checking our work, Dove.” She nods as best she can and visibly relaxes into the unnatural position.
I press my fingers against her skin around the knots biting into her flesh to make sure the pop of colour returns, and she groans at the connection.
Every movement she makes, no matter how little, will cause a reaction.
Each whimper of pain is followed by a mewling moan of pleasure as her senses try to separate the differing sensations.
“This is Shabari, Ebs. If you are uncomfortable and want to stop, you say your safe word.”
“Safe word?’
“One word—you say it, and this all stops.”
“Do I choose the word?” she asks breathlessly, her voice shaky.
“Yes.”
“Shortcake.” She doesn’t take a moment to think before the word has slipped from her lips. She’s getting restless, but this is important. Cooper chuckles at her choice of safe word.
“I like it,” he croons, dragging a finger up her inner thigh. Her eyes shudder closed, and she sighs dreamily. “You want to be our good girl, right, Dove?” he asks, and she tries to sit up to meet his gaze where he stands between her legs.
“Uh huh,” she agrees, seeming to stumble on those two little sounds.
I watch as my brother sinks to his knees between her thighs. Hooking a finger under the lace strip of her panties, the fucker groans in awe at the sight of her bare. My nostrils flare as I crack my neck, envious that he gets to taste her first.
“Oh my god, oh my god.” A primal cry rushes out of her as he begins lapping at her.
She’s squirming, the ropes tightening against her reddening skin and elevating the sensations wracking her body.
I let him feast, enjoying the ripple of tension that skitters up Ebony’s legs as she squeezes her thighs around his head.
“I’m, I’m…” is all she says before Cooper breaks the connection and sits back on his haunches, breathless but sated as he licks at her arousal glistening on his lips.
“She all warmed up?” I ask tensely, desperate to take this to the next level.
“I could never have imagined how sweet she would taste.”
“Caleb, please…” she whines, and fuck if it doesn’t make me harder. Glassy grey eyes find mine, and I crouch down beside her, eating up the space between us.
“You want Cooper to finish what he started?”
The thought alone has the desired effect when she nods frantically as she begs, “Yes, please. Please, Caleb, I need to cum.”
“How about I give you something to fill that mouth while he brings you to the edge?” Her eyes widen and she licks her lips.
Cooper doesn’t wait to be invited before his mouth crashes down on Ebony’s centre again to worship her.
She watches me in a daze, the threat of an orgasm lighting up her features as a blush creeps up her neck and over her cheeks.
I open my belt and unbutton my jeans, slow enough to torture her as she fights to keep her eyes open and on me.
I pull my cock free and slowly work from base to tip, wiping the pre cum at the pierced head over my thumb and running it across her lips; she doesn’t hesitate to suck it into her mouth, her tongue working circles around it as she groans. I tweak her nipple, and she cries out around my length.
“We’re gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t know what day it is,” I say far too softly as I wipe the tear that begins to track down her face.
She elongates her neck, trying to take more of me to the back of her throat.
Done with the light and teasing, my hips roll, and I shove my cock into her mouth.
She gags a little as the tip kisses the back of her throat.
I pull back and repeat the move as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks me down like a pro, adoring my length the best she can in this position.
This was never just physical; the stir of emotions, whatever concoction they may be at any given time, they felt bigger, deeper, both terrifying and soul-lifting all at once.
The need I feel for her as I drive myself forward, my muscles tense from trying to hold back, to stay present when every instinct in me is screaming at me to lose control.
But I won’t hurt her; seeing the trust it took for her to give herself to us this way, I couldn’t let her regret the decision.
Pleasure builds in the base of my spine, sharp jolts signalling how easy it would be for me to explode in her mouth.
My back is slick with sweat, my jaw clenched, every thrust rewarded with a brutal addictive rush of sensations to flood my body.
“Better than any fucking dream I’ve ever had,” I croak, and she hollows out her cheeks and sucks harder at the praise. Gliding my palm down over her throat bulging with my cock, I see the kitty collar with the tinkling bell that appears to tighten against her reddened skin.
Cooper’s fingers dig into her hips, leaving marks for us to admire later like men starved.
His tongue lashes against her clit as she cries out around my cock filling her mouth.
I pull out, and heavily panting breaths fill the air; she whines at the loss of me, but her impending release is enough to keep her from voicing her frustrations.
I’ve been rock hard for this woman for way too long, but we made a plan.
“Please. Don’t stop,” she demands, her voice hoarse as Cooper rescinds the pleasure of his mouth where she needs him most. Cooper looks at me, an edge of desperation to his face as he silently pleads with me to let him give her this.
I nod. There’s no need for words. He grins wide and then slides two fingers inside Ebony, sucking her clit between his lips as I pinch her nipple.
The sensation is too much, and she cries out, coming so hard her body shivers violently, her thighs pressed on either side of Cooper’s, head trapping him there.
Tears stream down her face as her lip wobbles, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she comes back down to earth.
Cooper groans his approval as he removes his fingers from inside her and sucks them between his lips to clean them off.
“You come so fucking beautifully for us, Dove,” I whisper against her cheek, licking up a stray tear before it can trail down her face and planting a chaste kiss at her temple tenderly.
Watching her like this, bared to us and willing to give us more, the pent-up need to destroy her melts away, and in its place something akin to adoration fills my chest. It’s too heavy, and I don’t know what to do with it, but I keep it to myself.
“One down,” I remark, making sure I can see her face when I say it. Panic fills her tight expression as she takes in my words.
She’s dazed and blissed out as I run the pad of my thumb across her trembling swollen lips, checking the colour again as Cooper rechecks the restraints.
“You still with us, Dove?”
She’s glassy eyed and suitably fucked, but we’re not even nearly done with her. That rush of watching her implode, I want to see that again right the fuck now.
“Still here. No shortcake,” she stammers out the four words with a small smile lifting the edges of her lips.