Page 57 of Hangman's Knot
"Soo, baby," he begins, kissing his way down her giggling face, his hands holding her in place gently at her waist. "Tell me your vision for that dump."
She leans back, tilting her face up to him, a small sigh escaping her lips as he presses kisses across her jaw. "Hmm?"
"You managed to make a concrete cell beautiful. And your nest in the apartment was cute as fuck, even if it made Julius' asshole clench because of all the broken locks. ButItrust your vision," his voice turns smug as he hears Julius' low growl behind him.
She blushes a pretty shade of pink beneath him, like she always did when they complimented her, as if she still can't believe it. Whatever the fuck Eden went through before they found her, he was going to spend the rest of his life making sure she knew how perfect she was.
"I–well, I don't know," she tries to avoid the question, her anxiety tinging the air, as if she hadn't already planned it all out in her head. Her hands creep below his shirt, running up the firm wall of his abdominals. He flexes them for her and is rewarded with a sweet gasp.
"Hmm," he says, his hips flexing again, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I don't believe you, Eden. Close your eyes for me, beautiful."
The way she obeys them without question sends a rush of blood straight to his cock. So submissive, so eager to please, no matter what filthy things they did to her hot body.
"Whatever you want, baby," he says. "The sky's the limit. You want us to bulldoze it and build you something new? It's done."
Her eyes flash open, glaring at him as her voice hisses out a sound he hasn't heard from her before. "Don't you dare! Iloveit! It has good bones!"
He raises his brows in surprise and Luke and Julius crowd in on either side of them too. Julius' voice is cautious, as if unsure if she's serious. "You really like it?"
"I love it," she repeats, and there's no hiding the truth from them in the bond. "W-we're going to stay there, right? We're not going to move again?"
"Well... I don't know–" Julius begins, and when her face falls, he quickly backtracks. "I mean, ifyouwant to, then of course we will."
"It could be so pretty," she says. "With the original fireplace, and the hardwood floors. But if you guys don't like it–"
Tenor cuts her off with a purr. "We love it too, baby, don't worry." It's not even a lie. They'd love whatever she loved. But there was no way they weren't making her the prettiest, coziest, nicest nest she'd ever had. "Close your eyes again, beautiful." She obeys. "Now, tell me, what do you see?"
She chews her lips nervously, her voice tentative. "I think... we'll have to update the bathroom... and the kitchen."
"Done. We'll take you to the hardware store tomorrow, you can pick out vanities and tiles and shit."
She gasps a delighted sound at that like they just rubbed her clit and Tenor smiles, wanting her to make that sound again. "Tell me more. You want to keep the fireplace?"
"Yes," she says quickly, and he can picture in his head the four of them sitting around the fire, mugs of hot cocoa, passing Eden's pussy between them...
"It'll be a pain in the ass to insure, but that's fine," Julius grumbles, grumpy bastard. He really had become a goddamn daddy.
Huh... being a dad. That idea didn't sound so bad. He'd have tofile that away to discuss later.
"I know you hated my apartment but could we maybe... bring my chair and my bookshelf? If that's okay?"
"Of course, baby," Luke says immediately. "Whatever you want. But..."
She freezes, peeking over at him through her lashes, as if expecting the other shoe to drop or something. He wants to soothe her with purrs and tell her nothing bad is ever going to happen to her ever again.
"That nest of yours was too damn small," Luke rumbles. "We're getting a bed big enough that I don't have to wake up with Julius' dick pressing against my ass.
Their mate's face turns a charming shade of tomato red at that, and Tenor takes the opportunity to grind his dick against her soft belly. "Fucking right," he agrees. "The only ass I want to fuck is Eden's."
She squeaks at that, but he can feel in the bond the way her desire spikes too. Perfect girl.
Enough with the games, his cock had been aching with the need to be inside her since she'd left that hovel with sparkles in her eyes.
His mouth meets hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She moans softly in response, her hands tangling in his hair. Her tentative kisses open up for him to thrust his tongue against hers.
He can feel his pack brothers' hands on either side of him reaching between them to roam over their mate's body, stroking and caressing her until she's a writhing, needy mess beneath them.
Tenor breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "Are you still sore, baby? How'syour little ass feeling?"
