Curving the end of my finger, I teased her inner secrets. Then I began to move with deliberate precision; each thrust exactly like the last in depth and angle. Like a perfectly executed stunt, there was no room for improvisation, for sloppiness. I had a target, and that target was Lucy’s pleasure.
I set a rhythm—pulling back and thrusting forward completely. I always hesitated for half a second before exiting, before entering. I sheathed and unsheathed the blade attached to my body, piercing her over and over again. The controlledpace allowed me to study Lucy's reactions, to note the exact moment when her breath caught, when her fingers clutched at the bedsheets again, when the pulsing inside her quickened to a fever pitch.
Lucy gasped once… twice. She cried out, but the sound was too brief. Not a full orgasm. Just the wave beginning to crest but not making it to shore.
“How are you staying so in control?” she asked suddenly, her voice breathy, the words nearly shattering before she could form them.
I smiled down at her, not breaking my rhythm. “Laser focus on my goal.”
“And your goal is?” Her question ended on a gasp as I adjusted my thrust angle slightly and shifted my finger to the side of my cock. I kept curling my finger inside her, kept plunging without pause.
“Making you come for me,” I replied simply. “Making you come for me so hard it takes your breath away.”
I punctuated each statement with a precisely aimed thrust that drew increasingly desperate sounds from her throat.
My brothers never stopped touching her. They never took a break. Fallon bent to capture her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing the sounds of her pleasure. Kane's hand slipped between our bodies, his fingers finding the swollen bud of her clit easily. Asher and Xander whispered words of encouragement and praise against her skin as they kissed and nipped at her shoulders, her breasts, her neck.
This was overwhelming—the sights, the sounds, the taste of her slick still mingling with my saliva.
I redoubled my focus, channeling the energy into maintaining the perfect rhythm, the perfect angle, the perfect pressure. Each thrust was a blade sliding home, each withdrawal a tease promising more to come.
I pulled my finger out of her with a quick motion that made her arch her back.
Lucy's responses grew more frantic beneath me, her ass rising off the bed, her arms pushing into the mattress so she could meet me halfway, ramming us together. Over and over and fucking over.
Her inner muscles tightened around me in rhythmic pulses, her breath coming in shorter, more desperate gasps. She was close—I could feel it in the tension of her body, see it in the flush spreading even further down her body, and hear it in the higher pitch of her moans.
“Come, Lucy,” I commanded, driving into her with increased precision rather than increased force. “Come so hard it hurts.”
Her release was an image I’ll never forget. Not in a hundred fucking lifetimes. Her body went rigid while her inner muscles fluttered wildly around me; her mouth opened in a silent scream before a low, keening moan escaped her lips; her nails dug into my shoulders while her legs fell open in complete surrender. The controlled chaos of her climax pulled me over the edge with her, my own release hitting with the precision of a perfectly landed stunt.
This was better than any perfect blade throw.
And any target expertly ruined by the point of a knife.
I thrust deep one final time, feeling the hot pulse of my release within her. My cock swelled, locking into her warmth. The pleasure was exquisite, sharp-edged and precise, radiating outward from where our bodies joined. I felt the connection between us strengthen with each throb, the bond taking root in something deeper than physical gratification.
This was the damn bullseye I’d never hit before.
The one I’d been desperate to conquer.
Waves of pleasure still coursing through me, I regretted pulling from her body when my knot released. I stayed betweenher legs. Lucy stared at me, her gaze still heated despite the fatigue evident in the slight droop of her eyelids. She knew what came next—the completion of our bond. No one had to tell her now.
I extended my arm forward, offering my wrist where the pulse beat strong beneath tanned skin. Her fingers closed around my forearm, holding me steady as she brought my wrist to her mouth. I had to lean over her, keeping myself hoisted with my other arm so I didn’t crush her. Her eyes never left mine as she clamped down, her teeth slicing through skin as well as any blade could.
Now I’d have her teeth marks next to the years’ of cutting.
I’d have a new scar to ground me, to keep me from doing stupid shit when I felt hollow inside.
The sensation that followed sent electricity racing through my veins, pleasure sharp and bright. The bond slid into place with the satisfying swish of a blade fitting into a sheath made perfectly to its size and shape. This was home. Her body was my sanctuary. I could feel Lucy inside of me. She was a warm, soft edge that complemented the sharpness of my brothers' bonds.
"Three down," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead. "Still with us, Lucy-Loo?"
Her smile was tired but determined. "Always."
I pressed a kiss to her temple before yielding my place to Fallon, who approached with graceful intensity. That’s how it always was with him. I envied him that sometimes. But it wasn’t me. I wasn’t put together even when shit got hard. I came undone, I sliced razor edges down delicate skin. He’d never do something like that.
After crawling to the top of the bed, taking what had recently been Fallon’s place, I sat up against the headboard for an uninhibited view.
