Tears prick my eyes, but I blink furiously, refusing to let them fall as I take one shaking step and then another until I'm standing in front of the coffin. My coffin.
“H—” I start, swallowing hard. “How do I get in?” I ask, looking inside at the white silk lining the base and a small, silk pillow at the head end. It really is a beautiful object, you know, if it wasn't a coffin meant for me. My hands tremble at my sides, and I bite my lip hard, tasting the coppery tang of my blood when I break the skin.
“Here,” Knox whispers softly in my ear, then he turns me to the side and sweeps me off my feet like a fairytale princess. Only, instead of whisking me away to my happily ever after, he lowers me into a glass coffin. I would laugh, as didn't Snow White end up in one of those?Look at me being a regular Disney princess. Jesus.
He lowers me down onto the silk, and at least it's soft against my skin, cradling my body in its embrace as he pulls his arms away. They all come to stand around me, Aeron and Jude on one side, Tarl and Knox on the other, staring down with intense gazes.
“So fucking beautiful, Nightingale,” Jude purrs, his tone worshipping as his eyes glide along my body.
My heart still thrashes, but not with just fear, and I feel so confused my skin itches. I'm terrified, tears pricking my eyes, but my body flushes with heat at his praise. Fucking hell, I'venever wanted to please a man before, but these guys leave me craving the nuggets that they keep dropping.
Jude reaches over me, grasping the lid and pulling it closed on silent hinges, and my pulse picks up, my palms sweating as it swings shut. I watch as they each take a golden padlock and lock me in. My breath fogs the glass above my face, obscuring my view of their handsome, cruel faces.
“Don't break the glass, Dove,” Aeron tells me, giving a nod to the others and suddenly the room gets darker as they begin to snuff each candle out. My head turns, eyes frantically watching as Jude pinches each flame between his fingers with a sigh of pleasure. “It's safety glass, so won't shatter anyway,” Aeron continues, and I look back up at him in the dim lighting.
“Please,” I beg, unable to stop my plea from falling from my trembling lips. “Please don't leave me in the dark, Aeron.”
He stares back at me with no emotion on his face, and I know that my begging is falling on deaf ears.
“Goodnight, Dove,” he hums just as the last candle blinks out, and I'm left in complete and absolute darkness.
CHAPTER SIX
“INTO IT” BY CHASE ATLANTIC
TARL
Isit back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid as I watch the others, amusement tickling my lips and pulling them upward.
Jude is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, the evidence of his arousal at having our bird trapped in her glass coffin clearly outlined in his velvet pants. Knox seems the least happy, his own glass of whiskey clenched tightly in his fingers, his elbows resting on his knees as he stares into the glass. Perhaps he is seeking answers, or maybe absolution. Aeron, well, our unflappable leader looks cool as the proverbial cucumber. To anyone outside of our group anyway, but his jaw is tight and his nostrils flared, which lets me know he's not as unaffected as he's trying to present.Interesting.
“Sit the fuck down, Jude,” he snarls at his brother, the words cracking across the room like a whip. My lips tilt upwards further at his command. “And you can stop fucking smirking,Inquisitor.”
My smile drops, the name that I've earned myself grating on my skin for the first time since it was bestowed on me many years ago. I've only myself to blame I suppose. My penchant for using methods favored by the Spanish Inquisition back in the sixteenth century to extract any information we need is legendary. My eyelids narrow when Aeron's own lips twitch upwards.
“Just ignore the grumpy bastard, babe,” Jude purrs, depositing himself on my lap and wrapping his arms around my neck, my drink spilling onto my hand. I raise an eyebrow at him, my chastisement clear. “His blue balls are giving him trouble, and only a certain Dove can warm them up,” he continues, letting go of my neck and raising my hand to his mouth.
Not looking away from my mismatched eyes, he licks and sucks the alcohol from my hand and fingers, using his other hand to steal my glass and then down the rest of my drink. He doesn't swallow, just leans in and places his lips against my own.
Still staring into his beautiful, ocean-colored eyes, I part my lips, letting the shot flow into my mouth, warmed by his own. The slight burn of the whiskey is a welcome reminder of the blood that continues to run through my veins. My dick hardens in my slacks, imagining another set of soft lips against my own, her body pliable and aching for me.
“You feel it with her too, don't you?” Jude murmurs against my lips, pulling away, still holding my gaze.
I don't answer, admitting my curiosity about the bird in our basement feels like an admission of weakness somehow, but he sees through my omission, the grin spreading his plump lips telling me that like Aeron, I too cannot hide what I feel for her.
“On your knees,” I order, my voice gruff and my cock as hard as fucking steel in my trousers.
“Yes, sir,” Jude replies, slipping from my lap and grabbing my shirt as he does, tearing the buttons off as he rips it open.
“Brat,” I comment without heat, exhaling loudly a minute later as he nips and kisses my abs, paying special attention to my Tailor's tattoo just over my hip. Fuck, he's so good at the foreplay, knowing just how to wind me tighter, leaving me desperate for him.
I watch as he undoes my belt, the sound of the metal clasp loud in the quiet room.
“For fuck’s sake! Can you not fuck in the living room?” Aeron spits out, and I lift my gaze to lock on his eyes, so similar yet so different from his brother's.
“He's not fucking me, just choking on my dick a little,” I reply, my voice groaning at the end as Jude makes a truth of my words and swallows me whole in one go proving that he is indeed a pro.
I hold his older brother's stare with hooded eyes as Jude goes to town on my cock, paying close attention to the Prince Albert piercing at the tip. My hand tangles in Jude's midnight hair, holding him in place as I bury my shaft to the hilt down his throat. He relaxes like the psycho that he is as I continue to cut off his air supply, still staring into Aeron's eyes. There's anger in their blue depths. There's always a banked rage, but I can see heat there too. Dirty bastard is getting horny over his brother giving me a blowie.
