“Jude…” His tone is all warning, and Jude laughs behind me like he doesn’t have his hand wrapped around his brother’s dick.
“I know, you’re not into that incest shit,” Jude grumbles, placing Aeron’s large mushroom head at my dripping entrance. “But Nightingale definitely is.”
Before I can answer, Aeron slams me down and I cry out with the force of his thrust as he seats himself fully inside me. Fuck, I’d forgotten how big he is, how utterly fucking delicious he feels buried to the hilt, his piercing rubbing me in all the right ways.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his hands tightening on my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh and hopefully leaving bruises to remember him by. You know, if the ache between my thighs doesn’t help.
“Does he feel good, Nightingale? Does his big, fat cock feel nice splitting you open?” Jude quizzes me, his voice a rasping whisper in my ear as he roughly grabs my breasts and squeezes them.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my hands braced on Aeron’s chest, right over his lark tattoo. “He feels fucking incredible, Devil Prince.”
Aeron’s hands guide me upwards, letting only the tip remain inside me, then he pulls me down again and uses me as his own personal fleshlight. It hurts at first, the sharp pain giving way to an even more penetrating pleasure that fills me up and threatens to make me explode.
“Would you let me cut you, pretty Nightingale?” Jude begs in my ear, and my hips falter, Aeron’s hands stilling.
“Jude,” Aeron warns, and I look down to see his jaw clenched tight, his abs glistening with a combination of his sweat and my arousal.
“Don’t deny that you don’t want to see her bleed for us, brother,” Jude chides, and his words make my breath catch, my heart racing as I think about it.
I mean, I found it hot as fuck when Tarl used Jude’s blood as lube before, and I like pain.
“Yes,” I say, feeling Aeron’s fingertips dig in a little more. “But only if you all bleed for me too.” Aeron’s eyes go even more hooded, his nostrils flare as a rumble vibrates in his chest.
“You are so fucking perfect for us, Nightingale,” Jude purrs, a gasp falling from his lips followed by a deep moan. He presents his hand, a slice across his palm showing red beads of blood over the top of old scars there. My pussy clenches and Aeron groans underneath me as Jude closes his hand into a fist and squeezes, blood seeping from between his fingertips.
He brings his bloody fingers down to the apex of my thighs, rubbing the ruby liquid over my clit, and I squirm and moan as fire races from his touch.
“Where shall I cut you,Eshgham?” Tarl murmurs, and I turn my lust-filled gaze to see him kneeling at the side of us, gloriously naked. His own eyelids are droopy as he looks me over, settling on the top of one of my breasts, his lips tipped up in a feline grin. I watch, fascinated, as he brings a small honed knife to the swell of my breast, the edge of the knife already coated in Jude’s blood. “Hold still.” I freeze, my thighs trembling as Jude continues to play with my tight bud, the razor-edged point of the blade resting on my breast. Tarl holds it there, waiting, my nerves feeling as though he’s holding a live wire to my skin and not a blade. “Ready?”
He gives me no chance to answer, slicing across my upper breast with a shallow cut that immediately wells with scarlet liquid. The flash of pain has me moaning, my inner walls strangling Aeron’s dick, making him grunt.
“Oh, shit,” I breathe, watching the droplets of blood drip down my skin and feeling the rush of endorphins fill my veins.
“It feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?” Jude asks, sucking my neck and sending more pleasurable fire racing across my skin.
“Yes,” I answer, though it sounds like a whine, and I watch as Tarl leans over Aeron, giving him a cut the mirror opposite of mine on his pec but avoiding his lark tattoo. Fucking hell, that’s some hot shit right there.
“Lean down and mix your blood with my brother’s, Nightingale,” Jude orders, finally removing his bloody hand from my clit and pushing between my shoulder blades.
An animal sound escapes me when my cut lines up with Aeron’s and the sting sends a wave of pain-filled pleasure crashing through me.
“Now we will always be a part of each other, Dove,” Aeron growls huskily into my ear, his hips moving slightly, giving me shallow thrusts that leave me panting, my fingers clawing into his shoulders.
“Your turn,JigarTalâ,” I command, glancing at Tarl still kneeling there beside us, watching us.
He gives me a wicked smile, then takes the knife to just above his rock-solid dick and he makes a quick cut there, blood rushing to the surface and dripping down his glorious length. I’m suddenly envious of Jude, having Tarl inside him, his blood coating his dick. I moan when Jude reaches over with his bloodied hand, wrapping it around Tarl’s shaft and pumping it up and down, mixing their life force. The light of Jude compared with the golden brown of Tarl and the red of their blood makes a stunning visual, and I dig my fingers into Aeron’s shoulders, my walls fluttering around him.
“Shit, that’s fucking hot,” I gasp out, Aeron giving a snap of his hips to remind me he’s still here too. Jealous ass.
“Don’t worry, Nightingale,” Jude tells me, taking his hand away, and it disappears from my sight. “I’ll make sure you get a little of Tarl too.”
I don’t have to wonder what he’s talking about for long as his fingers touch my puckered hole, playing with it and then pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh God, Jude,” I moan, and Aeron growls in my ear.
“I’m feeling a little left out, Dove,” he admonishes, one of his hands leaving my hip. A second later, a sharp sting on the side of my ass cheek makes me yelp, Aeron’s hand connecting with my skin. He soothes the pain, rubbing the spot as I mewl, all the while fucking my pussy as Jude finger fucks my ass.
“Hold her still, brother,” Jude instructs, pulling his finger out only to replace it with the tip of his dick. I hear him spit, adding more lubricant to the blood that I’m guessing is already coating it.God, why in all that is holy is that so fucking sexy?Aeron doesn’t argue—for once—holding still as Jude pushes inside me, and I moan like a fucking animal, the sound almost embarrassing if I could feel anything other than being filled to the brim by the Taylor brothers. “That’s it, Nightingale, take all of me,” Jude grits out, giving one last thrust, his hips meeting my ass.
