A laugh spills from my lips as Aeron holds me close, Jude’s words wrapping around me in a warm embrace. I look at Knoxand Tarl, seeing the same feeling shining in their eyes as they stare back at me.
Whychoose for fucking life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“GET YOU THE MOON” BYKINA, SNØW
LARK
Istay in Aeron’s lap, Jude deciding that we need to watch Frozen as in his words ‘we need to let it go’.Twat.
Partway through, the warmth of Aeron’s body lulls me to sleep, and I wake up as he shifts upwards, carrying me in his arms.
“Shhh, Dove. Go back to sleep and I’ll tuck you in,” he whispers, walking towards the stairs.
“But Jude made me a promise,” I grumble, my voice thick and husky as my core heats, remembering Jude’s words from earlier.
“Oh?” Aeron pauses, and I tip my head back to look at him, a flush spreading across my cheeks.
“He promised that if we made up, I would get you both. Together.”
His brows shoot up as his nostrils flare. “Did he now?”
“Scouts honor, bro,” Jude adds, coming up behind Aeron and giving me a wink.
“I want to add Knox and Tarl too.” Looking beyond Jude, I see the other two guys hesitantly rise to their feet, and the uncertainty in their eyes makes my soul hurt. “I want all of you.”
“At once?” Aeron questions, his voice a deep, rasping sound, like limbs moving across silken sheets, and my nipples go hard.
“Yes.”
The energy in the room changes, suddenly going heavy and laden with the promise of the pleasure to come. Aeron looks deep into my eyes, his arms tightly holding me to his body, and then his lips split into a decidedly masculine smile that has my thighs clenching.
“As you wish, little Dove.”
He doesn’t hurry as he carries me to the base of the stairs, but his steps are assured and confident as he takes me up them and heads in the direction of his room. I hear the others behind us, and my heart rate picks up with the anticipation of being touched by them all. My mind goes back to the races, to the exquisite pleasure that they gave me, one after the other and then all together.
Striding to the bed, Aeron sets me down gently on my feet in front of it, and as if he can’t help himself, he cups my jaw tenderly and presses his lips to mine. With a sigh, I kiss him back, the heady feeling of his kiss making me feel as though I’ve just swallowed an entire bottle of champagne.
I feel the tug of my robe, and suddenly, my skin is exposed to the cool air in the room, instantly pebbling at the drop in temperature. I moan as hands caress me from behind, fingers cupping one breast while a hand dips down the front of me and finds my already damp slit. A hot body presses closer to my back, replacing the heat of the robe and I sink into the warmth.
Aeron swallows my groan as my lower lips are parted and a finger swirls around my clit with teasing moves. Sparks fly across my naked skin, a sense of rightness filling me up as I stand before them, naked and wanting, knowing that they will not leave me unsatisfied.
I gasp, breaking the kiss, as two thick fingers slide into my aching cunt.
“She’s so wet and ready for us, brother,” Jude’s sensual voice says from behind me, his body pressing closer as he sinks his fingers deeper. “Such a good little Nightingale.”
“Make her come for us,” Aeron demands, and he releases his grip on my cheek to take a step back.
I watch as he begins to unbutton his shirt, exposing the tattoos on his torso that I’ve not had time to study properly before. He has their mark, the same scissors that I have burnt into my lower back, tattooed over his heart, and they’re beautiful, the edges looking wicked sharp as they dig into his skin. There are other, seemingly random pieces; a feather under his pec, a snake coiling around his bicep, script running along his hip, and several more. What makes me still though and has my breath hitching is the fresh-looking small bird that resembles a lark. It’s sinking its claws into his skin and is placed opposite the Tailors insignia, on his right pectoral. My breathing speeds up, seeing that the bird holds an olive branch, and my eyes flick to his, a knowing smirk on his face.
“You own me as much as I own you, Dove.”
My breath catches as Jude works his fingers inside me, fucking me with them and grinding his palm into my clit with every thrust. My hands grip his forearms hard as I try to keep myself upright against the onslaught of pleasure he’s forcing upon me while his brother's words flow in and around me.
Waves of electricity shoot across my body, my gaze finding Knox, who is shirtless, the tattoos down his arms and across hischest stark against his golden skin. He has his beautiful cock in his hand, his dark jeans open but still covering his thick thighs. He licks his lips as he watches us, and it sends a spike of pleasure shooting to my core.
Movement on the other side of Aeron catches my attention, and I turn to see Tarl standing there, his caramel skin covered in swirling ink, almost glowing in the low light of the room as he grips his own dick, metal gleaming as he strokes himself.
