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“So…fucking…full…” I rasp out, sweat covering my skin, before I bite down on Aeron’s shoulder. He hisses, jerking his hips in a way that pushes him deeper and makes Jude and I groan.
“Your turn, Brat,” I hear Tarl comment, Jude’s weight settling more on top of me as he bends over. My ribs protest, but who has time for that shit when you have two dicks inside you and another about to be inside one of your lovers?
It’s indeed Jude’s turn, and he lets out a cursing groan, his dick pushing further into me and growing harder as Tarl thrustsinto him. The move sends Aeron even deeper, and I whimper with how fucking blissful it feels to have them buried inside me.
I lose myself then, letting my men use me as they give just as much in return, our bodies doing an age-old dance as we take and give. My entire body trembles, my skin feeling raw and like it’s about to burst as they nudge me closer to an edge that until I met these men, I didn't know existed.
No words leave my mouth, just sounds that I don’t recognize, the sting from my cut breast mixing with the heady pleasure until I’m just a being made of it, like a star, ready to go supernova.
“Fuck, Dove, you need to come for me right fucking now,” Aeron snarls, a hand snaking between us and pinching my clit so hard that I black out as I’m thrown into outer space. My screams rend the air, but unlike my past, these are cries of pleasure as I buck and clench around Jude and Aeron, demanding they join me in the heaven that they’ve thrown me into.
Aeron is next to shatter, roaring his release as he thrusts so deeply inside me that I swear he just invaded my womb. Jude follows, biting down on my shoulder hard and burying himself in my ass, his hot cum filling me up as Aeron fills my cunt. Finally, Tarl joins us, cursing as he comes, and I wish I could see the pleasured anguish on his beautiful face. But even if I was facing him, I’m a boneless heap, my body liquid and limp as I try to remember what breathing should feel like.
I hear the door open and crack my eyelids to see Knox standing there, sweat making his workout vest and shorts cling to his powerful form. His eyes survey the scene, his lips tugging into a half smile that is all Knox.
“If I knew what I was missing out on, I definitely would have skipped leg day,” he comments, his shorts suddenly straining at the crotch.
A giggle falls from my lips, Jude and Aeron groaning as my lower walls give them a squeeze.
“You can help me clean up, Daddy,” I offer in a soft, husky voice, and his eyes immediately fill with heat.
“It may take a while, Little Bird,” he answers, striding over to the bed, kneeling on the edge and holding out his hand. He’s still like three feet away, this bed is that fucking massive. “You’ve been a naughty little girl and need to be scrubbed.”
“I’ve been naughty too, Daddy,” Jude adds, and I gasp as he pulls out of me, then helps Aeron to get me off him.
“Well, I guess you best join us then, little boy,” Knox says, and Aeron groans.
“And I’ll be taking my own shower,” he states, sitting up, and I trace the red that smears his chest, looking down to see the same on mine. Getting up, he stretches, offering me a view of his muscular back, and then he saunters towards the door.
Knox and Jude help me off the bed, keeping me upright when my legs threaten to give out like a newborn deer.
“I could lend you a hand, brother,” Jude calls after Aeron. “Or a tongue!”
Aeron gives him the finger, his peachy ass material for the spank bank as I watch him go. Tarl steps into my line of sight, his hand cupping my cheek.
“Âsheghetam,” he tells me softly, and my heart fucking melts in a puddle on the floor.
“I love you too,” I reply, feeling like the luckiest girl alive as I’m surrounded by the men who would do anything for me, no matter the cost.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“NO TIME TO DIE” BY BILLIE EILISH
TARL
We take our little bird to the old Soldiers’ HQ, and the way she squares her shoulders before striding inside has me and the others staring after her in sheer awe. This woman continues to floor me at every turn, showing us she’s stronger than any of us after the trauma she’s suffered, the abuse that the sorry excuse for a father subjected her to.
I watch her obsessively—Jude isn’t the only one who has developed a fixation with her—taking in every slight pause as she gazes around the space.
“What are you thinking,Azizam?” I ask, wrapping her up in my arms from behind. Something primal in me preens when she sinks into my embrace, allowing me to hold her as she faces the demons of her past.
“Can I truly have anything I want to revamp it?” she asks, her head turning as she takes in the main room. The long, wooden bar is still standing, riddled with a few bullet holes like the restof the room. The space is cleaner than it probably ever was under Rufus’s rule; we had a team in to clean out the bodies and the entire complex.
“Money is no object, Dove,” Aeron says, coming to stand in front of her and reaching out to stroke her cheek. I’m not the only one who is unable to resist touching her. Her fingers stroke his shirt back, his suit jacket placed carefully on the bar. She steps out of my loose hold, trailing her fingers down Aeron’s chest as she walks past him towards the bar. Biting her lower lip in a gesture that has all of us needing to adjust ourselves, she trails her fingers across the surface.
“I want this to be kept but polished. The bullet holes kept too, to remind everyone of what happens if they cross us.” She spins around to face us, a feral gleam in her eyes, and I hear Jude practically groaning from the other side of the room. Fuck me, she’s magnificent. “Maybe we can fill them in with red glittery epoxy?”
“Done. What else, Dove?” Aeron grills her, his tone fierce and low. He enjoys being claimed by this goddess as much as the rest of us.
