My head is turned to the side by a firm grip, Jude taking my lips from behind. He teases and plays with me, leaving me aching and hungry for more, begging him to go harder. Just as I think he’s going to leave me hanging, he relents, pressing his lips firmly to mine and destroying me with every stroke of his tongue. Jude kisses me like he eats my pussy; like he’s a man starving and has just found a feast to gorge on.
“Come,Azizam,” Tarl says as Jude finally releases me. I take a step away from Jude’s warmth to be enveloped in Tarl’s as I take his offered hand.
“Stay safe, you two,” Adam orders us from the opening of the box, a smile on his tired-looking face.
“I’ll make sure she comes under no harm,” Tarl assures him, and Adam reaches out and grasps Tarl’s shoulder.
“I know you will, son.” He gives a squeeze and then turns his attention to me. “Lark—I should have—shit,” he stutters, his brows furrowed and his gaze pained. Stepping out of Tarl’s arm, I wrap my good arm around Adam’s waist and rest my cheek on his chest. His heart pounds in his rib cage, and it takes a moment before he places both arms around me, being careful to avoid my hurt shoulder.
“It’s okay, Adam. I’m okay, we all are,” I tell him, and I feel when his breath hitches.
“You almost weren’t,” he replies softly, and I pull back enough so that I look into his face, seeing the torment in the lines around his eyes.
“But we are still here, and if we worry about all the what-ifs of this world, we may as well sit in a corner and rock while our lives drift past us.” I beg him to understand that there is nothing he could have done to prevent what happened. “I’m glad that they took me, it gave Tarl a reason to fight for more than just his revenge, and as crazy as that seems to me, that he would fight to be with me, I would do the same for him. For them all.”
His chest expands with a huge inhale and he looks down at me with glistening eyes.
“You are more than any of us deserve, Lark,” he says in a choked voice, his throat bobbing as he tries to hold it all in.
“We are all exactly what we deserve for each other, Pops.” His eyes go wide as I use the nickname Jude uses, and a warmth fills my chest as the first rays of the sun kiss the horizon. I always wondered what it would be like to have a true father, someone who took care of me as a dad should, and I think in Adam Taylor, the man who used to be my enemy, I may have just found that.
We’re about an hour into the flight, after traveling on the road for an hour, and I feel too wired to relax like Tarl ordered me to do when we were first loaded onto the plane. He switched the lantern torch on as soon as they settled us and no one was around, the light casting a soft glow around us as the sounds of horses whickering can be heard alongside the plane’s engines.
“Come lie down,Azizam,” he coos from his place on the cushy nest Jude built for us out of hay and soft blankets. I already pulled on the hoodie that Knox gave me, one sleeve hanging down so my sling is tucked inside. His motor oil and clove scent is helping to keep me a little calmer as I pace inside the box. “Try to rest, you’re still recovering.”
To be fair, it’s not too bad, the porta potty having been set up in the second compartment; this box can carry two horses and there is a partial separation wall. We have a vast pile of snacks and drinks that Aeron left, plus a mountain of blankets.
“I’m too het up to relax, Tarl,” I whine, pacing the small space again and wanting to growl in frustration that I can’t look at the clouds as they pass us by. “It’s only the second time I’ve been in a fucking aeroplane, and the first time I was kidnapped and drugged, and now I’m in a fucking horse box.” He grimaces, and I pause in my movements, my shoulders falling. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean?—”
“Yes, you did,Eshgham, and it’s no more than I deserve.” He sighs and looks away from me, his brows creased as he toys with a piece of hay, and the crestfallen look on his face brings me over to him.
“Look at me,JigarTalâ,” I command softly, and his eyelids flutter like they always do when I call him that. My golden liver, one of the strongest expressions of love in the Persian language. His mismatched gaze moves up to me slowly and a spark flares in my core at the look of longing in his eyes. “You deserve everything, my love,” I tell him, unzipping the hoodie and letting it fall to the ground. “Now, will you help me pass the time?”
His pupils dilate and he slowly sits up, his movements unhurried, almost reluctant, as if he thinks this is a bad idea.
“Eshgham, you’re still healing,” he whispers, getting to his knees. His hands come to my hips, his fingers teasing underneath my borrowed shirt. The stables that we met the guysin had full shower facilities, so I was able to carefully wash, with Knox’s help, and afterwards, I put back on the loose pants and shirt that I’d first woken up in, back in Tarl’s family holiday home. The rough fabric of his bandage teases my skin and sends goose bumps racing across my flesh.
“So are you,” I remind him in a breathy tone, my uninjured arm coming up and tangling in his hair. “But I want to celebrate that we’re alive,JigarTalâ, that we survived everything that has been thrown at us and not only have lived to tell the tale but are stronger for it.”
I moan when he nuzzles my stomach, his hands pulling my pants down and revealing the fact that no one gave me any underwear. The chill of the hold makes me shiver, but there’s a heat building inside me that I know will keep me warm.
“No underwear,Koshgelam?” he questions in a deep, husky growl, helping me to step out of the pants and tossing them aside. He leans in and takes a deep inhale of my scent, his short beard tickling my lower lips and another moan sounds low in my throat. “Smells so fucking good. I need to taste you.” Mindful of my arm, he takes my hand from his head and helps me to lie on the soft blanket in the hay, kneeling in between my parted thighs. “You are so beautiful,Aziz-e delam,” he purrs, his gaze drinking me in as though I am the only water he’s seen in days. “Kharâbetam.”
“I am ruined for you too,” I whisper back, watching as he lowers down, his head between my thighs. A low keen slips past my lips with the first swipe of his tongue and my hand once again tangles with his soft hair as he sets about tasting me thoroughly. He licks, sucks, and nibbles my pussy until stars burst behind my eyelids and I’m crying out his name, the sound clearly startling some horses who whinny and stamp around us, but I can’t care because it feels too damn good to keep silent. “Tarl, please!”
“Please what,Azizam?” he questions, his voice fifty shades of sinful as he raises his head and looks at me with hooded eyes, my release dripping down his short beard. He looks like an incubus, his face cast in flickering shadows by the lamp.
“Please fuck me until I can’t breathe,” I beg, holding my breath as he strips off his shirt and then unbuckles his pants.
A small sound leaves my lips when his cock springs free, and he tortures me by making me wait for him to stand up and remove his pants fully, folding them next to his boots that he took off not long after we disembarked. He kneels back between my legs, stroking his hard shaft up and down slowly, pre-cum glistening at the tip and making his piercing shine.
“You want my cock,Azizam?” he asks in a sensuous tone, biting his bottom lip until I feel like I might come from just watching him.
“Yes!” I gasp, squirming and trying to rub my thighs together, but his body is stopping me from getting the friction that I need. “Please, Tarl, I need you so badly it hurts,JigarTalâ.”
He crawls above me, my legs lifting to wrap around his trim waist. “And I swore I would never cause you pain,” he tells me, his body on top of mine, our skin pressing together in a delicious tease. Keeping off my shoulder, he lowers down until his head is right by my ear. “Unless you beg for it,” he growls, and then in one smooth thrust, he seats himself inside of me and I scream so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard us in the cabin. “Because you like a little pain, don’t you,Eshgham?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, uncaring that I sound like a broken record at this point as my body gets used to his sudden intrusion. He holds himself inside me, the sharp sting of having him suddenly seated to the hilt fading as my body accepts him.
