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“My absolute pleasure,” he purrs, his hands sliding up her legs, and I have to tear my gaze away from her creamy thighs to focus on my task. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Although, I always like a challenge, and focusing on making the bastard before me pay while my girl gets to climax will definitely be that.
“And what will we do?” Aeron questions with a raised dark brow, and I catch his gaze, giving him what I know is an evil grin. His face mirrors my own before I’ve even spoken.
“We’re going to break every bone in his hands, wrists, and arms for daring to touch what didn’t belong to him. Let’s see who finishes first, us or Jude.”
“I’ll be the judge,” Tarl offers, taking up position so he can see all of us and looking at his watch. “Ready…set…go!”
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“Consume” by Chase Atlantic
Lark
The muffled cries of my rapist accompany the first swipe of Jude’s tongue across my folds as the crack of bones fill the room.
I glance over Jude’s head to see Knox and Aeron each holding a hand, snapping the bones in every finger as they keep glancing my way. A deep moan leaves my throat, and Jude chuckles against my core.
“The sound of his pain turns you on, doesn’t it, naughty Nightingale?”
I moan again as his tongue dips inside me, licking my inner walls carefully as his fingers gently strum my clit. There’s a slight sting and edge of pain that just makes it more enjoyable.
“Fuck, Jude,” I gasp, my heavy breathing adding to the muffled grunts of Dean as the guys work over his hands. My fingers are clenched on the edges of the chair and Jude has to hold my thighs open in his strong hands because they want to close in sheer bliss.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Dove,” Aeron rasps, not taking his eyes off of me for a moment as he moves onto Dean’s wrist, then he briefly glances down at Dean. “This is going to hurt.”
A loud crack fills the air, chased by another as Aeron breaks one wrist, Knox the other. A stronger cry falls from Dean’s ruined jaw, and fuck if a gush of wetness doesn’t flood my core, Jude’s growl of approval letting me know he is enjoying this just as much as I seem to be.Who knew the torture of a man who’d raped me would get me off so much?
“There’re just his arms left, Jude. You sure you’re gonna be able to get her to climax before we finish?” Knox teases, and I look at him to see a shit-eating grin on his lips, even as his hooded eyes take in my squirming body.
Jude doesn’t pause to reply, yanking me closer and burying his face completely in between my thighs. Another gasp leaves my throat as he doubles his efforts, licking and sucking my pussy like a madman, growls rumbling out of his throat and vibrating across my soaked folds.
“Shit–fuck–Jude!” I cry out, grabbing his thick hair in both hands and pulling him closer, probably suffocating him. He doesn’t protest though, just keeps going, his tongue dipping inside me only to trace my entrance and then to dip further back and circle my puckered hole. Pleasure zings across my entire body, my fingers digging into Jude’s scalp as the pressure builds.
My entire body shakes, my head thrown back so I can no longer see what the guys are doing to our captive Soldier, but I can still hear the sharp snap of bones breaking and the distorted cries of Dean. It’s that which tips me over the edge, screaming my orgasm out, the sound bouncing around us in the basement until that’s all that can be heard. My body implodes and explodes all at once, the feeling of euphoria washing over me like a warm blanket, smothering me in its ecstasy.
Jude doesn’t let up, lost in my pleasure as he licks and sucks me until I can’t take anymore, and I try to push him away, but his hands just grip my thighs tighter as he keeps going.
“Jude, please,” I weakly moan, my head spinning with all the pleasure as it becomes too much.
Finally—fucking finally—he sits back on his heels, his lips and chin glistening with my release as his lips pull up into a huge grin.
“I swear I could live off your nectar, sweet Nightingale,” he says, his chest heaving as though he really could not breathe while he gave me the best damn oral of my life. I feel too good to feel any guilt about almost suffocating the man though.
“Jude wins,” Tarl announces, striding over and grabbing a fistful of Jude’s hair, slamming his lips over the other man’s, and licking my cum from his mouth and chin.
Knox grunts and I look up to see him marching towards us, ripping Jude out of Tarl’s grip, then turning his head and kissing him hard. Jude groans, a sound so sexual that I feel my pussy quiver and I realize that I’m still exposed to the room. Before I can panic though, I register Jude is in front of me, neither Tarl nor Knox having pulled him away fully so that Dean could get an eyeful. Not that he’d be able to see anything with how his eyelids are fluttering and with the sweat that pours off of him as tears drip down into them.
“Fucking delicious," Knox growls, and my already flushed cheeks heat as he looks me over, still holding Jude’s jaw in a firm grip. Jude’s cheeks are pink, his lips swollen, and his eyes half-lidded. I can sympathize, knowing exactly how it feels to be between these stunning men.
“Absolutely exquisite,” Tarl adds, leaning over and capturing my lips with his. I whine when I taste myself, my hands grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to me. We reluctantly pull apart, our eyes locked, and I’m sure my pupils are blown just as much as his are, the distinct colors of his irises almost completely hidden.
“Got some sugar for your Daddy?” Knox’s deep voice says from my other side, and I turn, my lips twitching.
“Always. I should reward a job well done after all,” I tease, my heart beating wildly at the sexy fucking smirk he gives me. He knows I’m talking about his torture of Dean.
Achingly slowly, he lowers his lips to mine, feathering them with such a light touch that I whimper, pure need roaring through me. I swear to fucking God that these guys have made me hornier than I ever have been before. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my mouth, before finally closing the distance and pressing our mouths together.
He doesn’t waste time now, immediately demanding I let his tongue in, and then claiming every inch of my mouth with his own. His hands are suddenly on my face, angling me so that he can go deeper, and my own tangle in his shirt, pulling him as close as our positions will allow.
