“Yes,” I moan as the pleasure builds, and my mind wanders back to the last time I was on this cross, how they left me wet and needy in the dark, and how Aeron came and stroked himself against me to allow me release. “Aeron, fuck, yes.”
My languid body tightens once more, the past and present mingling as we repeat that night but in the light of a hundred flickering candles. I look down, watching as his hand strokes up and down, his piercing glinting in the low lights, and pleasuresparks from my core every time he hits my engorged clit with his dick.
Suddenly, another hand comes around and grabs Aeron’s balls, and Aeron freezes. “Jude…” His tone is full of warning, and my heart races as I wait to see what will happen next.
“Just let me help you feel good, brother,” Jude replies in a low tone, squeezing gently, and glancing up, I can see Aeron clench his jaw, but he doesn’t push Jude away. He takes a deep inhale, then resumes moving his hand up and down his shaft and the sight of Jude touching Aeron like that has wetness leaking down my thighs.
“You like it, don’t you,Eshgham?” Tarl breathes in my ear, and I shudder. “Tell Aeron how much having his brother touch him this way gets you off.”
“I fucking love it, Devil Man,” I rasp out, gasping when I feel fingers enter me and as Knox is still on my other side, I don’t know who they belong to, but I’m beyond the point of caring. “It’s so fucking hot and makes me so fucking wet.”
Aeron growls, pumping faster, a firestorm flying across my skin from the contact until I’m unable to say another word, just feel as they give me all the pleasure they promised. Tingles race across my body, and soon I’m flying, my climax tearing a scream of ecstasy from my parted lips as I feel liquid rushing from my pussy and coating Aeron.
“Goddamnit, Dove,” he rasps out, and I peel my lids open to see his whole body stiffen, the hand cupping my face tightening as he comes all over me in return. I’m a whimpering mess, the fingers still buried in my pussy almost too much as they keep fucking moving and prolonging the pleasure that wracks my body.
Aeron lowers his lips to mine, kissing me with an awe that I’m not sure I deserve. It’s like I’ve somehow saved him, and I kiss him back, telling him that he and the others saved me too. Imay be their ruin, but we’re all addicted to the chaos and I never want it to stop.
Aeron pulls away, and I try to follow him, but these fucking restraints won’t let me and I huff out an annoyed sound.
“Our turn, Nightingale,” Jude’s voice purrs, taking Aeron’s place and standing in front of me. He’s gloriously naked, and my gaze traces all of his plains and furrows, all covered in a mixture of scars and ink.
He leans in, then presses a light kiss to my lips before dropping. I feel him release one ankle, then the other, and before I can blink, he’s throwing one leg and then the other over his shoulders and swiping a long line up my cum-covered slit with his tongue.
“Juuude…” I groan as stars burst in front of my eyes, my tired limbs unable to fight as pleasure skitters across my nerve ending once more.
“Fuck, I love how they taste on you, Nightingale,” he breathes out, his voice deep and husky like he’s just smoked a hundred cigars. The sound adds to the sensations engulfing me, and I whine and whimper when he licks every inch of my soaked pussy, cleaning Knox’s and Aeron’s climaxes off me. Clearly finished, and leaving me moments away from another orgasm—at this stage, I may fucking die from them—he sits back on his heels and gives me the sexiest, cheekiest smile.
“Sink yourself deep into that pussy of hers, Brat,” Tarl’s melodic voice orders, and I look beyond Jude to see Tarl standing behind him, his shirt off and all that beautiful, sandy, inked-up skin on display. He gives me a salacious smile that has my thighs clenching, my kitty kat fucking fluttering as if we haven’t just had several orgasms. “And then I’m going to sink mine into that tight ass of yours.” Jude and I both groan as Tarl grabs Jude by his hair and yanks him up to standing. “Wrap those pretty thighs around him,Aziz-e delam.”
I try to do as he says, but Jude ends up having to help me as my spent muscles refuse to comply. Tarl still has a tight grip on Jude’s hair, watching over his shoulder as Jude slowly sinks inside me. His pierced dick rubs against my inner walls in such a delicious way that I know I’m seconds from coming just from his first thrust.
“Fuck, Nightingale. You’re clamping down already on me,” he grits out, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds me and pushes the rest of the way in.
“Jude, shit…that feels so fucking good,” I pant, my fingers digging into my palms at the sensation of being filled after having so many orgasms clenching around nothing.
Jude’s grip on my ass becomes bruising, his neck corded and his dick hardening inside me, and I glance beyond him to see Tarl with a look of pained pleasure on his beautiful face as he pushes himself inside Jude.
“Fuuuuck,” Jude moans, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin when Tarl finally stills. I watch as he pulls out, then slams his hips back into Jude with such force that Jude sinks deeper inside me and the cross rocks a little.
My cry is a husky whimper as Tarl sets a punishing pace, Jude somehow able to match it so that as Tarl fucks him, he fucks me and we move in a dance that is as old as time. My body becomes just a ball of nerve endings and panted breaths, the sound of slapping flesh mixing with our moans and grunts until the music of our fucking fills the basement and chases away any screams that used to haunt the space.
Someone pinches my clit and I shatter into a thousand tiny shards. I swear the fucking candles flutter as I’m scattered to pieces over the room, unable to scream or even breathe as an orgasm so intense roars through me, ripping me apart. I vaguely hear Jude’s growling bellow as he finds his release deep inside me, filling me with his cum like I’m a vessel made just for him.Tarl gives the sexiest groan as he buries himself in Jude’s ass, pushing Jude deeper and setting off another fluttering climax that leaves me stupefied and my eyes unable to open fully.
A small sound of protest leaves my lips when I feel Jude pull out, the gush of his release coating my inner thighs as cool air caresses my overheated skin. They press a wet cloth against me as someone cleans me up, but I’m too blissed-out to open my eyes.
“I told you I’d break you, Nightingale,” Jude murmurs in my ear, placing a light kiss to my cheek. I want to laugh, or cuss him out, but I’m riding the high of too many orgasms to count, so I just make a disgruntled noise which has him laughing.
Then his warmth is gone, and I feel my wrists being released, a warm body catching me as my legs cannot hold me up.
“Let’s get you to bed, Little Bird,” Knox says softly as he scoops me up, carrying me just like he has so many times before. I bury my face into his bare chest, listening to the beat of his heart as I allow sleep to overcome me, dragging me down into its dark embrace.
And unlike so many times before I met my Tailor boys, the dark is warm and comforting, and the only monsters are the ones who stand guard over me, protecting me from all others.
CHAPTER THIRTY
“EVERYTHING” BY VIDE
LARK
