“Own me, Hope,” I groan and peel my fingers away from hers.
Her blue eyes flick to mine and she holds my stare as she increases the pressure on my skin.
“Good girl,” I whisper and I see the last bit of doubt fading from her eyes.
I hold her hips and I keep thrusting upward, slow and deep.
I feel how the knife slices through my skin. How my blood seeps out slowly. But I don’t stop. I’ll never stop when it comes to her.
She bites her bottom lip, and her eyes skim down as she finishes her initial.
Her pussy clenches around me and she drops the knife on the couch. “Mine,” she whispers with a shaky smile.
“All yours, sweetheart,” I groan and she picks up her pace. Following my thrusts.
Knox loops his arm around her from behind and presses her back against his chest.
“That’s it, baby, take all of him,” Knox purrs, lips on her neck, fingers caressing a lazy circle around her nipple.
She throws her arms behind her, around Knox’s shoulders, and the sight of them together, her wild and untamed, blood on her fingertips, him holding her like a possessed thing, is the most fucked-up, perfect moment of my life.
“Come for us,” I whisper, and Knox echoes it, his hand moving flat over her belly. “Let go, sweetheart, let us have it.”
Jax’s hand is back on her clit, circling fast, and she arches, her body trembling. Her eyes screw shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as she locks down around me and shakes. I keep thrusting into her, desperate, greedy, and I whisper, “Good girl, good fucking girl, that’s it, that’s it,” and then I’m gone, filling her deep with my cum.
Twenty-five
HOPE
“Oh, stop pouting, Jax,” I scold as he stares at the mark I gave Dimitri. I can’t believe I did that. I carved my initial into his chest. The same spot their initialsmark my skin. I claimed him as mine, and somehow… deep down… I feel proud of it.
Perhaps I’ve finally found my place in the world, my home. With my monsters.
“Come on,” Jaxon whimpers as he holds the knife in his hand. “Do me next, please, sweetheart.”
“Oh, I believe someone is jealous he didn’t get picked first for once,” Dimitri taunts and Jaxon narrows his eyes at him.
My lips are curved in a smile, one that hasn’t wavered since I took the step to claim my man.
“Sweetheart,” Knox whispers as Dimitri and Jaxon keep up with their banter.
I crawl closer to Knox and snuggle against him on the couch. “Do they ever stop?” I ask.
Knox chuckles. “Fighting about you? Never.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t want them to fight about me.”
“Don’t worry about it, Hope. None of us will ever leave you,” he whispers and I peek up at him.
“Promise,” I whisper back and a soft smile forms on his lips.
“I promise,” he murmurs and gently claims my lips.
The kiss is soft, sweet, and all my thoughts fade into nothing as all I can think about is how good his lips feel on mine.
I lean closer but he breaks our kiss.
“You’ve done so great tonight, sweetheart,” he says and runs his fingers through my hair. “You’re the strongest person I know.”
