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“And what you called me in the woods?” My throat is thick, the implication that this is more than what our bodies crave making me all kinds of fucked up.

“Koshgelam? My dear.” He stalks back towards me, a predator lurking in his eyes as he presses his hot, hard body against mine. I whimper when I feel his solid length between us. Cupping my face in both of his palms, he brings our foreheads together, my eyes closing at the rightness of being so close. “Kharâbetam.”

I swallow once. Twice.

“What does that mean?” I whisper, my heart racing as the blood rushes around my body.

“I am ruined for you.”

Placing a light kiss on my lips, he releases me to turn back around and stride from the room, leaving me cold and bereft, tears stinging my eyes. Heat presses against my back, and my head whirls as my body sinks into the comforting warmth.

“We all are,” Aeron whispers against my ear. “You are the Tailors’ Ruin, Dove.”

And you are mine, I want to say, knowing that truth in my very soul.

“OCEAN EYES (ACOUSTIC)” BY SVRCINA

AERON

We wait in the living area for our Dove to emerge.I wonder what she thinks of the dress I chose?

We’re all dressed to impress; top hats and tails, our dove gray suits—I thought that the color choice was apt—tailored to perfection. We are Tailors so it’s expected, even though we have nothing to do with tailoring clothes unless you count using the businesses to clean dirty money. Jude of course has to add his usual flair; a bright blue waistcoat the exact shade of Dove’s eyes, his shirt undone with his bow tie hanging loose. Plus a Mad Hatter-style top hat with feathers and playing cards tucked into the band. Tarl also couldn’t resist deviating from the dress code, a blue, silk scarf tucked into the neck of his shirt, also the startling bright color of Dove’s eyes, and Knox isn’t much better, wearing his boots instead of the dress shoes we’re supposed to be sporting.

I guess we’re the Tailor boys so can do whatever the fuck we want. It’s our race, after all.

We all pause and turn towards the stairs when we hear her tread, the sound of her heels ringing in the warehouse.

Fuck.

Me.

My dress choice was definitely the right one. She's covered from neck to ankle and wrist to wrist in snowy-white lace, a train of it dragging behind her as she walks. Under the laceis a white, mini underdress that skims the tops of her breasts and thighs. The dress both hugs her delicious curves and leaves teasing glimpses of creamy skin on display. Her auburn-red hair tumbles over one shoulder, a small hat covered in dove feathers perching on one side of her head.

She looks fucking exquisite.

“My lady,” Jude says, rushing to the base of the stairs and holding his hand out for her to take. A dusky pink blush steals across her cheeks as she takes it, letting him guide her off the last step and towards us. “You look magnificent. My brother chose well.”

A twinge of envy stabs my gut when he gets the first kiss, but then her sparkling eyes find mine.

“You could have found more comfortable shoes, Devil Man. I’m going to break my fucking neck before the end of the day in these.”

My lip twitches at her rudeness. I like it when she talks back and challenges me. The almost-smile falls when she lifts her hem to show us her shiny, black, peep-toe Louboutin four-inch pumps.

“Show me the sole,” I demand, my blood heating as she twists her foot to flash us a glimpse of red.

“You’ll be wearing those later when I fuck you raw, Little Bird,” Knox growls, blocking her from view and dipping his head. I hear her soft moan, and all that fiery blood rushes to my cock, hardening it in an instant.

Knox pulls away and steps aside, his mouth slashed with the red from her lips. I cast my eye over the ruin of her perfection, and decide that I like her better this way; looking like she’s just been debauched and waiting for me to take my turn.

Unfortunately, Tarl beats me to it, but keeps it quick with a press of his lips to her cheek and whispers, “You look ravishing,Eshgham.”

He strolls away, and I step in front of her, my eyes devouring her.

“Knox ruined my lipstick, didn’t he, Devil Man?”

I just smile, knowing that I’m living up to my nickname when her eyes widen. Dipping my head, I bypass her plush lips.

“Almost fucked looks good on you, Dove,” I breathe, and I feel her entire body shudder as my hand comes to her waist. I jerk her towards me, relishing the gasp that falls from those lips and puffs against the side of my face. “But don’t worry, I’ll remedy that ache later, where everyone can see that you belong to us now.”