A bolt of red-hot heat sears through me when I realize that Aeron is feeling the Jacob’s Ladder piercing on the underside of Jude’s dick, and by the sounds of it, he fucking likes it.
“I would say that I got them for you, bro, but Tarl would tan my hide because we all know that he likes to feel them up his ass,” Jude quips, the teasing tone back, if a little deeper than usual.
“Oh, I’ll be tanning your hide alright regardless,” I hear Tarl answer, and almost laugh at the fact they’re having this conversation while the two brothers are balls deep inside me. I say almost laugh, because, at that moment, Aeron is clearly fed up with Jude’s bullshit and thrusts all the way back in. Hard.
I keen as both guys curse, and that’s the end of talking aside from the noises of our fucking while they strike up a rhythm inside me, destroying me from the inside out. It’s all I can do to dig my fingertips into Jude’s biceps as I let them take their pleasure, giving me almost too much in return.
Jude continues to play with my nub, bliss shooting from his fingertips as they fill me over and over again.
“I knew from the moment I watched Knox fuck you up against that wall, your back bleeding down your thighs, that you would be my destruction, little Dove,” Aeron growls in my ear, not pausing in his claiming of my body. “And I would gladly let you destroy me a thousand times if it means you will stay here beside me. Beside us.” And there he goes claiming my soul.
Although, who am I fucking kidding? These men claimed it the moment they took care of me after that first night. I just wasn’t ready to admit it. There’s no time for the guilt to rush in, my orgasm beating it in a rush of heat and exquisite agony.
“All of me is yours, Aeron. It’s belonged to you always.”
I lose track of time, of breathing as it sucks me under, leaving me full of starlight and unable to move. My body is frozen in ecstasy, Aeron and Jude picking up their pace as they find their own releases, one after the other, deep inside my heat.
We’re frozen, caught up in each other for what feels like eons, the evidence of our pleasure coating my insides and inner thighs before Aeron leans down, placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder. He pulls out and I hiss as he flops down on the bed next to us, his chest glistening and heaving.
“You’re too perfect for words, Dove,” he rasps out, one hand thrown over his forehead.
“Just perfect for us,” Jude adds, his own voice a deep, throaty growl.
I whimper when the bed dips behind me again, Tarl’s melodic voice shushing me. “Perfect for all of us, and you can take all of us, can’t you,Aziz-e delam?”
“Y–yes,” I whisper back, shivering as his gentle hands caress all over my sweat-soaked back, languorous waves of pleasure emanating from his touch.
“I knew you were, our perfect, beautiful bird,” Tarl purrs, his voice low and seductive, and Jude chuckles when my thighs clench around him. “Jude, hand.”
One of Jude’s hands leaves my back, and his sharp inhale followed by the warm liquid dripping between my ass cheeks tells me that Tarl is using Jude’s blood for lube again. And just like in the woods, it’s hot as fucking hell.
Taking his time, Tarl swirls a finger around the tight ring of muscle, teasing me until the promise of what I know will be heady pleasure has my ass wiggling, begging for the intrusion. He obliges, pushing one digit in and a whine leaves my lips as I press my forehead into Jude, whose hand floats to the back of my neck, the warm wetness of his blood dripping down my skin. Pumping in and out, Tarl allows me to get used to the sensation before he adds a second finger to the first.
“Shit,” I gasp, an incoherent moan following when I feel Jude harden inside me. “Jude!”
“You can’t blame a guy when you’re moving like that, Nightingale,” he chides, and I look at him through hooded eyes to see a feline grin on his face.
I hold his gaze as Tarl pulls his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock. We mirror each other, mouths agape, as Tarl fills my tight rosebud and Jude fills my pussy.
“F–fuck,” I breathe out, nuzzling into Jude’s cut palm when his hand comes up to cup my face. I can’t deny that I love the feel of him marking my body with his blood, there’s something so primitive and raw about being branded this way. “I’m not sure I can come anymore.”
“Of course you can, Nightingale. You were made to come all over our cocks, over and over again.”
I can’t answer him as both guys begin to move in a rhythm that leaves my head spinning and my fucking teeth tingling. My previously wrung-out body starts to shudder, the pleasurebuilding quickly once more as they force me towards another orgasm. Tears gather in my eyes with the anguished pleasure they’re stirring in my body, but I don’t ask them to stop. I never want them to fucking stop.
“Come for us,Eshgham. Come for those who own you.”
And I do. My orgasm rips through me with such force that I can’t even cry out, only clutch Jude once more as I ride out the pleasure that borders on pain.
“Fucking hell, Nightingale,” Jude growls, stilling as he pours his second release inside me. Tarl yells, clamping his teeth down on my shoulder as he thrusts so deep into my ass that I scream as it triggers a second wave of pleasure to tear me apart.
“Âsheghetam, Pretty Bird,” Tarl whispers against my skin as I, once again, try to calm my racing heart and take in much-needed oxygen.
“What does it mean?” I ask him in a rasping whisper, only able to see his face in profile as he pulls out of me and flops down on Jude’s other side.
He reaches a hand to stroke my damp hair away from my face, his own features soft. “I love you, Pretty Bird.”
I freeze, my heart giving a painful thud as my stomach drops, you know like when you’re at the top of the rollercoaster and free fall into space.
