Her hand comes up and rests against his cheek, brushing the short beard that he likes to keep. He leans into the touch, and I feel the ghost of it on my own face, knowing how reassuring and comforting it is when she touches you like that.
“I will never look at you, any of you, differently, my love. You are the other parts of my soul; how can I deny what is already a part of me?”
I swallow hard at that, knowing that I would do fucking anything for this woman, without question.
“Awww, how sweet,” a raspy, sarcastic drawl sounds from the soon-to-be-dead man on his knees.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jude comments casually as he kicks him in the side of the face. The crack and how the scum’s jaw hangs loose tells me Jude just broke the fucker’s jaw. Good, at least we won’t get any more snarky comments. I only take sass from one person, and it sure as fuck isn’t him.
I’ll give the man his due, he doesn’t even so much as groan and stays on his knees. Well, color me impressed.
“Right, shall we begin?” Aeron questions, his tone the same as when we have board meetings with the other Tailors. I can feel my lips pull up into a grin, my palms coming together as I rub them with glee.
“For you, Nightingale,” Jude says with a flourish, pulling over a chair so that our bird has the best possible view. Jude’s never been afraid of showing his crazy to anyone, it’s how he’s earned his reputation as the unhinged one of us.
“Thank you, kind sir,” she replies with a giggle.
I let out a groan before pushing down on my dick, willing it to go down. “Now I’m going to be torturing a man with a raging fucking hard-on,” I grumble, and am treated to another giggle as her blue eyes slide over me, sweeping over my crotch. Shebites her bottom lip and lust pours through me as a wicked idea pops into my mind. “Jude, how about you show this cunt what it means to please a woman? He’s probably never seen it before as he was such a shit lover.”
Jude’s face lights up at my words, and he skips around Lark before dropping to his knees in front of her.
“My absolute pleasure,” he purrs, his hands sliding up her legs, and I have to tear my gaze away from her creamy thighs to focus on my task. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Although, I always like a challenge, and focusing on making the bastard before me pay while my girl gets to climax will definitely be that.
“And what will we do?” Aeron questions with a raised dark brow, and I catch his gaze, giving him what I know is an evil grin. His face mirrors my own before I’ve even spoken.
“We’re going to break every bone in his hands, wrists, and arms for daring to touch what didn’t belong to him. Let’s see who finishes first, us or Jude.”
“I’ll be the judge,” Tarl offers, taking up position so he can see all of us and looking at his watch. “Ready…set…go!”
“CONSUME” BY CHASE ATLANTIC
LARK
The muffled cries of my rapist accompany the first swipe of Jude’s tongue across my folds as the crack of bones fill the room.
I glance over Jude’s head to see Knox and Aeron each holding a hand, snapping the bones in every finger as they keep glancingmy way. A deep moan leaves my throat, and Jude chuckles against my core.
“The sound of his pain turns you on, doesn’t it, naughty Nightingale?”
I moan again as his tongue dips inside me, licking my inner walls carefully as his fingers gently strum my clit. There’s a slight sting and edge of pain that just makes it more enjoyable.
“Fuck, Jude,” I gasp, my heavy breathing adding to the muffled grunts of Dean as the guys work over his hands. My fingers are clenched on the edges of the chair and Jude has to hold my thighs open in his strong hands because they want to close in sheer bliss.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Dove,” Aeron rasps, not taking his eyes off of me for a moment as he moves onto Dean’s wrist, then he briefly glances down at Dean. “This is going to hurt.”
A loud crack fills the air, chased by another as Aeron breaks one wrist, Knox the other. A stronger cry falls from Dean’s ruined jaw, and fuck if a gush of wetness doesn’t flood my core, Jude’s growl of approval letting me know he is enjoying this just as much as I seem to be.Who knew the torture of a man who’d raped me would get me off so much?
“There’re just his arms left, Jude. You sure you’re gonna be able to get her to climax before we finish?” Knox teases, and I look at him to see a shit-eating grin on his lips, even as his hooded eyes take in my squirming body.
Jude doesn’t pause to reply, yanking me closer and burying his face completely in between my thighs. Another gasp leaves my throat as he doubles his efforts, licking and sucking my pussy like a madman, growls rumbling out of his throat and vibrating across my soaked folds.
“Shit–fuck–Jude!” I cry out, grabbing his thick hair in both hands and pulling him closer, probably suffocating him. He doesn’t protest though, just keeps going, his tongue dippinginside me only to trace my entrance and then to dip further back and circle my puckered hole. Pleasure zings across my entire body, my fingers digging into Jude’s scalp as the pressure builds.
My entire body shakes, my head thrown back so I can no longer see what the guys are doing to our captive Soldier, but I can still hear the sharp snap of bones breaking and the distorted cries of Dean. It’s that which tips me over the edge, screaming my orgasm out, the sound bouncing around us in the basement until that’s all that can be heard. My body implodes and explodes all at once, the feeling of euphoria washing over me like a warm blanket, smothering me in its ecstasy.
Jude doesn’t let up, lost in my pleasure as he licks and sucks me until I can’t take anymore, and I try to push him away, but his hands just grip my thighs tighter as he keeps going.
“Jude, please,” I weakly moan, my head spinning with all the pleasure as it becomes too much.
