I watch as he takes my hand, opening it up and then running the knife slowly across my palm. A hiss falls from my lips when the pain registers and my heart beats wildly in my chest as he repeats the move on his own, scarred palm, crimson welling in the cut. He flips the knife closed, putting it away, and then grasps our hands together, our blood mingling.
“Jude Taylor, I swear on all that I am, and everything that makes me, that I will never leave you and the Tailors,” I say, my tone hushed, as if the words that I am saying are too sacred to be said any louder.
“Lark Jackson, I swear on all that I am, and everything that makes me, I will never leave you. I will protect you until my final breath, and then from the world beyond this one,” Jude vows, holding my gaze the entire time.
Warmth suffuses my entire being as we just stare at each other, our words swirling around us and binding us closer than I have ever been bound to another living soul. A wide smile splits his beautiful lips and my own tug upwards, matching him.
“Come on, Nightingale, let’s make a start on your new ink,” he beams, not letting go of my hand as he drags me laughing from the room, not even allowing me to get dressed.
I’m woken up from my deep slumber by the scent of motor oil and cloves and the combination of soft lips and a scratch of stubble as someone kisses the back of my neck.
“Knox,” I moan, stretching in my sleep, then hissing as the pulse of the new ink on my back sends a wave of pain flashing through me.
“Shhh, baby.” Knox’s deep rumble vibrates over me, his hard length pressing between my bare ass cheeks as his body hovers over mine, not touching my new tattoo. I whimper, wriggling as he slides inside me, my ass lifting to make it easier for him. “That’s it, Little Bird, take all of Daddy like the good little girl you are.”
Another deep groan leaves me as wetness rushes from my core at his dirty words. The boy knows how to bring me to the edge with just a few choice phrases. We both moan when he’s finally in me all the way, seated to the hilt. He’s so fucking big. It’s a delicious stretch, one that, no matter how many times he’s inside me, I can’t get used to and love every fucking time.
“Fuck, yes, Daddy,” I whine, my hands clawing at the sheets underneath me as he slowly pumps in and out of me.
“And you’re Daddy’s good little girl, aren’t you?” he rumbles in my ear, and I twist my head, blinking my eyes open to see a glint of silver on the bed, the knife gripped tightly in his fist. A flash of fear makes my fingertips go numb, but we both grunt as my pussy clenches around him.
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply in a breathy whisper, and he pauses in his thrusts.
“Be a good girl and twist your arm around so the inside of your bicep is facing upwards,” he commands, his voice a deep, gentle purr. Heart thudding, I do as he orders, the position not the most comfortable, lying on my stomach with my arm twisted so the underside is exposed. “Such a good girl for her Daddy,” Knox coos, bringing up the hand with the knife closerand running his finger along my bicep until he finds the bump where my birth control implant is. “And you’re going to continue to please your Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” The word is barely more than a breath as I watch him bring the knife tip to the place he just traced with his finger. With a flick of his wrist, he makes the cut and I cry out, my body shaking as he uses the tip to pry the tiny device out, letting it fall to the bed along with the knife.
“You beautiful, good girl,” he murmurs, moving his hips once more and helping to chase the sting away by giving me blinding pleasure. “You want me to fill up this pussy with my cum and put a baby in that belly of yours, don’t you, Little Bird?” A deep, animal sound leaves my throat, my hands once again gripping the sheets underneath me as pleasure rolls me under. He stops suddenly and I gasp on a sob. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes,” I rasp, the need to have him moving again overwhelming. “I want you to fill me up over and over again until I’m pregnant with your child.”
“Good fucking girl,” he growls, pushing up on his forearms, then grabbing my hips as he yanks me to my knees, my face pressed into the mattress. “Now, take everything that Daddy gives you.”
Without pausing, he thrusts so hard into me that I scream, a small trickle of blood tickling down my arm as I grip the bedclothes in tight fists and take his harsh thrusts. He fucks me like an animal, like he’s trying to impregnate me then and there, and I just hold on, the waves of pleasure threatening to consume me from the inside out.
I’m vaguely aware of the door being thrown open, the soft sound of padded footsteps, and the dip of the surrounding bed, but all I can really focus on is how Knox is grunting and cursing behind me as he tries to invade my womb with his dick.
“Come for him, Nightingale,” Jude’s soft voice coos, and I twist my head to see him lying next to me, his eyes on the line of blood dripping from my arm. “Come for him and then we will each take a turn until you're so full of our cum it coats your insides.”
He dips his head, his tongue coming out to lick a line up my arm over the cut just as fingers find my clit and pinch hard.
I explode.
Bucking and writhing in Knox’s harsh grip as he keeps pounding into me, his own climax dragging him under a few seconds later. My whole body lights up, my soul fucking leaving and ascending to the heavens as I come, the pleasure so intense that I can hardly breathe.
I whimper when he pulls out a few seconds later, but I’m not allowed to collapse down just yet, a firm grip replacing Knox’s as another dick, pierced this time, nudges my soaked entrance. A whine escapes my lips when it pushes all the way in, filling me up once again as Jude continues to lick the blood that drips from my fresh cut.
“You take us like such a good little fuck toy, Dove,” Aeron’s husky growl sounds behind me, and he fucks me slowly, pulling out and then slamming back in until I’m shivering with another impending release. It feels so fucking good, the pleasure deep in my core driving me to desperation until I don’t know if I want him to stop or keep going.
“Aeron, fuck, Aeron,” I mumble into the sheets, my fists clutching the fabric so tightly that my knuckles are white and my fingertips numb.
“Can I be inside you too, Nightingale?” Jude whispers in my ear, and my breath hitches. “Can I fuck that sweet pussy of yours with my brother?”
My body flushes hot, I love it when they take me together, something about having both of them in my pussy, feeling each other as well as me, has me clenching around Aeron who curses.
“What did you say to her, Jude?” Aeron grits out, pausing the movements of his hips.
“I told her we would fuck her together, both of us stretching her wide around our big, fat cocks,” Jude answers, encouraging me to my hands so he can wiggle underneath. I moan at his words, his legs coming between my spread ones and his hand gripping his hard shaft so that it brushes my clit, sending a jolt of fire racing across my skin.
