Finally—fucking finally—he sits back on his heels, his lips and chin glistening with my release as his lips pull up into a huge grin.
“I swear I could live off your nectar, sweet Nightingale,” he says, his chest heaving as though he really could not breathe while he gave me the best damn oral of my life. I feel too good to feel any guilt about almost suffocating the man though.
“Jude wins,” Tarl announces, striding over and grabbing a fistful of Jude’s hair, slamming his lips over the other man’s, and licking my cum from his mouth and chin.
Knox grunts and I look up to see him marching towards us, ripping Jude out of Tarl’s grip, then turning his head and kissing him hard. Jude groans, a sound so sexual that I feel my pussy quiver and I realize that I’m still exposed to the room. Before I can panic though, I register Jude is in front of me, neither Tarl nor Knox having pulled him away fully so that Dean could get an eyeful. Not that he’d be able to see anything with how his eyelidsare fluttering and with the sweat that pours off of him as tears drip down into them.
“Fucking delicious," Knox growls, and my already flushed cheeks heat as he looks me over, still holding Jude’s jaw in a firm grip. Jude’s cheeks are pink, his lips swollen, and his eyes half-lidded. I can sympathize, knowing exactly how it feels to be between these stunning men.
“Absolutely exquisite,” Tarl adds, leaning over and capturing my lips with his. I whine when I taste myself, my hands grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to me. We reluctantly pull apart, our eyes locked, and I’m sure my pupils are blown just as much as his are, the distinct colors of his irises almost completely hidden.
“Got some sugar for your Daddy?” Knox’s deep voice says from my other side, and I turn, my lips twitching.
“Always. I should reward a job well done after all,” I tease, my heart beating wildly at the sexy fucking smirk he gives me. He knows I’m talking about his torture of Dean.
Achingly slowly, he lowers his lips to mine, feathering them with such a light touch that I whimper, pure need roaring through me. I swear to fucking God that these guys have made me hornier than I ever have been before. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my mouth, before finally closing the distance and pressing our mouths together.
He doesn’t waste time now, immediately demanding I let his tongue in, and then claiming every inch of my mouth with his own. His hands are suddenly on my face, angling me so that he can go deeper, and my own tangle in his shirt, pulling him as close as our positions will allow.
We kiss for what feels like an eternity and a second all at once, and it’s over before I’m ready to let him go.
“Let’s take care of business and then we can go home,” he whispers against my lips, and I murmur an affirmative noise in my throat.
“I want to shoot him in the dick,” I state as Knox pulls back, and his eyes roll as he lets out a groan.
“Fuck, woman, you’re trying to kill me with talk like that,” he moans, his voice husky as he adjusts himself, and I find a giggle spilling from my kiss-swollen lips.
Jude scoots back as Knox holds a hand out to me. I take it, allowing him to help me up on my only slightly shaking feet, Jude’s T-shirt settling around my thighs and covering all the important bits. The orgasm has done me the courtesy of making the pain in my ribs less, so moving isn’t as painful as it was before.
“Will you teach me how to fight, Daddy?” I ask as he leads me the few steps to where Aeron and Dean still wait. Knox pauses, looking down at me.
“Once you’re healed, I’ll teach you all you need to know, Little Bird,” he tells me, looking me dead in the eye like his words are the most solemn vow. Perhaps they are, as no one has ever offered to enable me to take care of myself, to fight off those who would try to hurt me.
“Thank you,” I reply, my throat thick before I clear it.
“I’ll take it from here,” Aeron tells him, coming to walk around to where Knox has paused us. “You get him in the right position.” Knox gives Aeron a nod, then gives me a chaste kiss on my cheek before kicking Dean in the chest.
There’s a loud thwack as his head connects with the concrete, and he groans, his eyelids flickering like he may pass out.
“Oh no you don’t,” Tarl snarls, walking over and crouching down, taking a small bottle out from his pants and holding it underneath Dean’s nose. The broken man comes to with a jerk,another pained groan falling from his busted jaw, and I can’t find it in me to feel an ounce of pity for him.
Knox places his boot on Dean’s chest, exerting pressure until I’m sure I hear something, possibly his ribs, creak. Aeron’s warmth surrounds me from behind as he runs his hands down my arms, then he places a gun in my hand, keeping his hand over the top of mine, our fingers intertwined.
“Have you ever shot a gun before, Dove?” he asks in a sensual whisper against my ear that has me shuddering with desire against him. He steps in closer, so not a breath of air is between us, settling in until I can feel his hard length pressed against my lower back. He’s just as hard as Knox claims to be, and fucked up bitch that I am, I want to fuck him right now as I pull the trigger.
“No,” I breathe back, my voice all kinds of deep and husky.
“Place your finger here, over the trigger,” he orders, helping me to put my finger in the right place and keep the gun steady, aimed at Dean’s jeans-covered crotch with his grip. “And when you’re ready, breathe out, then pull.”
I take in a deep inhale, letting my body go still. My heart hammers in my chest, but not with terror. No, all I feel is a spine-tingling excitement. I let my breath go, doing as Aeron said and pulling the trigger at the same time. My shoulder jerks with the recoil, my ribs twinging, but I’m full of too much adrenaline to feel it. The sound of the shot is loud in the room and the crimson of Dean’s blood splatters as I leave a gaping hole where his dick once was. He makes an animal scream, writhing on the cold floor but I feel nothing other than a sweet sense of satisfaction and a lightness in my chest as I gaze down at him.
I remove my finger from the trigger, a wide smile on my face, as I stare at the carnage before me. “I want to do that again.”
Aeron laughs, taking the gun away as he nuzzles into my neck.
“I love it when you talk dirty, Dove,” he groans huskily, biting the skin at my throat which has me moaning and my eyes almost rolling. “Knox can teach you how to fight, I’ll teach you how to shoot, and Tarl…” He peppers my throat with kisses which causes my thighs to tremble as his words trail off. Had he done this earlier, my aim would have been shot to hell.
“Tarl?” I repeat, angling my head so that he can have better access. I feel his smile against my skin, and more tingles rush over me, my thighs slick with arousal.
