“And I’m guessing our dirty little bird liked that, huh?” Aeron coos, helping maneuver me so that Jude’s cock is lined up with my already full cunt.
“Yes,” I gasp as Jude pushes in alongside Aeron who hisses a breath at the stretch.
“Fuck, you take us so well, Nightingale,” Jude grits out, his hands gripping my hips as he forces his way inside me. There’s a slight burn, and a slickness to his cock that tells me Jude lubed up first so it’s not too painful, not any more than I like anyway.
“So fucking full,” I moan out, my hands moving to Jude’s pecs and digging my newly grown back nails in. Jude groans as the pain registers, blood welling in the crescent shapes as my nails break the skin.
We pause when Jude is finally seated to the hilt, sweat glistening over my skin as I hold them both inside me, relishing the feeling of being utterly filled. Aeron pulls out, again going slow, and Jude and I both moan at the drag of his pierced cock against Jude’s. I scream when he thrusts back in, and then they both let loose, taking turns to fuck into me as I shake and tremble between them.
It’s messy and loud and I’m in fucking heaven as they build me up so high, I know that the fall will obliterate me completely.Noises that I would be embarrassed about if I gave a fuck, fall from my lips repeatedly, my panting breaths leaving me light-headed as waves of ecstasy wash over me with dizzying speed.
“Fuck! Yes! I’m so close…” I cry, and they go harder, their own primitive growls and grunts adding to the sounds of our furious lovemaking.
One of Jude’s hands leave my hips, coming between us to play and toy with my clit, and I’m gone, free-falling into the bliss of an orgasm so fucking strong that I can’t even remember my own fucking name. I stiffen between them; the pleasure holding me captive as they fuck me even harder, finding their climaxes one after the other, buried deep inside my heat.
Collapsing onto Jude’s sweaty, heaving chest, Aeron slips out with a deep groan as he throws himself to my side, one arm flung over his eyes as his glistening chest heaves up and down. I’m given no reprieve, Tarl’s spicy scent adding to the musk of sex as he hovers just above my back and glides his rock-solid length inside me alongside Jude’s rapidly hardening dick.
“I–I can’t,” I beg breathlessly, unable to move as Tarl thrusts, delicious pleasure rolling across my already spent body.
“You can and will,Koshgelam,” he replies in a hard voice that only makes my core heat more. “And why is that,Eshgham?”
My brain stutters, his question almost too much for me to comprehend, and then the answer that he’s demanding comes to me in crystal clear technicolor.
“B–because you own me,” I gasp out, still flopped on top of Jude, who holds me to him as they both move faster.
“That’s right,Eshgham. We own every fucking inch of you and we will do what we like with what belongs to us. And you will take it like the good little slave you are, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, the room spinning as I’m once again facing a drop that I know I won’t survive, but I don’t care. I would die over and over for these guys, knowing that they willalways bring me back up to the land of the living, if only to destroy me again.
“Good girl,” he purrs. “Now, come for us,Aziz-e delam, and show your masters your obedience.”
His words are my undoing, and I scream as another soul-destroying orgasm rushes over me, leaving every inch of me touched by its electric tingle. I’m lost in my pleasure, only vaguely aware of Tarl and then Jude roaring out their own releases, filling me up once more with their hot cum.
I can’t moan when they pull out, or open my eyes as I’m lifted into a hot shower sometime later, hands washing me and then drying me with the fluffiest of towels. Afterwards, I drift into a deep, contented sleep surrounded by my men, my masters, safe in the knowledge that I just needed to be owned to truly be free.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“YOU CAN’T STOP THE GIRL” BY BEBE REXHA
LARK
The next few weeks pass in a blur of contentment and lots of fucking. It’s like now that I’m not on birth control, they’re all determined to impregnate me at every opportunity.
At Jude’s insistence, we get an enormous Christmas tree two weeks before Christmas, even though the plan is to spend the day at the big house with Adam. I’m secretly glad we’re going all out and decorating the warehouse, having missed so many Christmases with the Soldiers. We’ve been visiting the boy’s mother, Heather, regularly, and she seems to be improving and growing stronger by the day.
We spent our visits with her telling me about all the antics she and my mother got up to when they were younger, and we often end up crying with laughter, the guys shaking their heads as they sit around us. It’s wonderful and just the thing I needto help me heal the hole in my heart that Mom left with her untimely death.
Rook is often busy with building up a new generation of Soldiers, under Adam’s encouraging guidance. He’s found some solid guys, Soldiers who he knew before he became leader and who refused to take part in the worst parts of Rufus’s plans. Rook has convinced Adam they’re not a threat, and it warms my heart to see Adam trust him and his judgment. I’ve met them a couple of times, and they seem like nice guys, who treat me with a respect that I was never given under my sperm donor’s rule. And luckily, for them anyway, they joined up while I was with the Tailors, so were never forced upon me, although something tells me these guys may have refused if it had come to that.
One evening, a few days before Christmas Day, I come back from having my hair done at the salon to find a beautiful, emerald-beaded gown hanging on my wardrobe door. It’s everything a princess dress wants to be; a tight, beaded bodice that has corset-style lacing up the back and huge net skirts that sparkle and shimmer with the gems that spill down from the bodice and trickles across it. On the floor below it sits a pair of shiny, black high heels, a peep of a red sole telling me that Aeron chose them.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask, going over and running my hands through the net skirt, marveling at its softness.
Aeron, who followed me upstairs, walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around me in the way that they all love to do. As usual, I sink into his embrace, letting the warmth of his body take away any last remains of the chill from outside.
“It’s the annual Tailor Christmas ball tonight, and you’re our date,” he tells me, placing a light kiss on my cheek, careful not to disturb the makeup that was also done at the salon, and suddenly, the pampering makes a lot more sense.
“A ball? I’ve never been to a ball before…” I trail off, butterflies taking flight in my stomach.
