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“Yes,” I gasp out, the thought of them leaving now without either of them inside me is a fucking travesty and makes my heart race in panic.
“And what about me,Koshgelam? Did you forget about me?” Tarl asks, and he peeks over Jude’s shoulder, too fucking sexy as he’s all rumpled from sleep.
“Never,JigarTalâ,” I say, his eyelids drooping at the nickname. “I want you to fuck Jude while he fucks me.” Jude hisses and Tarl’s eyebrows raise, his lips pulling upwards into a sexy as fuck smirk.
“As you wish,Eshgham,” he whispers, and I mewl at the sound falling from his lips. That man would definitely make a fortune from the phones.
A warm palm cups my face as Aeron guides me to his lips and pulls me on top of him as he kisses me. His tongue explores my mouth leisurely, like we have all the time in the world to taste each other. My legs straddle his hips, his hard, beautiful length trapped beneath my wet pussy lips, and I don’t waste time, grinding down and making us both moan.
“Your fucking body, Dove,” Aeron murmurs, his hands cupping my breasts before traveling down to grab my waist to help guide my movements.
We pant, lost in our pleasure, my body heating as he builds me up, but it’s not enough, and with each swipe, I try to get him inside me only for him to pull me away.
“Aeron,” I whine against his mouth, nipping at his lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of copper. I lick it away and his cock jumps beneath me, both of us groaning.
“Impatient little whore, aren’t you?” he coos, the name making wetness slick my core even more. “You want my cock so badly; you’re begging for it like the filthy little slut you are.” God, his mouth and the degrading words coming out of it just build me higher, which he fucking knows.
“Best give our dirty little Nightingale what she wants, brother,” Jude rasps from behind me, his hands falling to my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, studying me. My cheeks heat with his scrutiny. “Her pretty pussy is so pink and wet for you and her ass is just begging me to fill it.”
His hands squeeze to the point of pain, and I keen, the mixed feeling of pleasure and sweet agony making me feel dizzy.
“Help me out then,” Aeron orders, lifting me up by my waist and holding me still.
One of Jude’s hands leaves my ass, and I watch, holding my breath as Jude’s hand reaches down and grabs hold of Aeron’s dick. I gasp when he gives it a slow pump, Aeron’s growl filling the room.
“Jude…” His tone is all warning, and Jude laughs behind me like he doesn’t have his hand wrapped around his brother’s dick.
“I know, you’re not into that incest shit,” Jude grumbles, placing Aeron’s large mushroom head at my dripping entrance. “But Nightingale definitely is.”
Before I can answer, Aeron slams me down and I cry out with the force of his thrust as he seats himself fully inside me. Fuck, I’d forgotten how big he is, how utterly fucking delicious he feels buried to the hilt, his piercing rubbing me in all the right ways.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his hands tightening on my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh and hopefully leaving bruises to remember him by. You know, if the ache between my thighs doesn’t help.
“Does he feel good, Nightingale? Does his big, fat cock feel nice splitting you open?” Jude quizzes me, his voice a rasping whisper in my ear as he roughly grabs my breasts and squeezes them.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my hands braced on Aeron’s chest, right over his lark tattoo. “He feels fucking incredible, Devil Prince.”
Aeron’s hands guide me upwards, letting only the tip remain inside me, then he pulls me down again and uses me as his own personal fleshlight. It hurts at first, the sharp pain giving way to an even more penetrating pleasure that fills me up and threatens to make me explode.
“Would you let me cut you, pretty Nightingale?” Jude begs in my ear, and my hips falter, Aeron’s hands stilling.
“Jude,” Aeron warns, and I look down to see his jaw clenched tight, his abs glistening with a combination of his sweat and my arousal.
“Don’t deny that you don’t want to see her bleed for us, brother,” Jude chides, and his words make my breath catch, my heart racing as I think about it.
I mean, I found it hot as fuck when Tarl used Jude’s blood as lube before, and I like pain.
“Yes,” I say, feeling Aeron’s fingertips dig in a little more. “But only if you all bleed for me too.” Aeron’s eyes go even more hooded, his nostrils flare as a rumble vibrates in his chest.
“You are so fucking perfect for us, Nightingale,” Jude purrs, a gasp falling from his lips followed by a deep moan. He presents his hand, a slice across his palm showing red beads of blood over the top of old scars there. My pussy clenches and Aeron groans underneath me as Jude closes his hand into a fist and squeezes, blood seeping from between his fingertips.
He brings his bloody fingers down to the apex of my thighs, rubbing the ruby liquid over my clit, and I squirm and moan as fire races from his touch.
“Where shall I cut you,Eshgham?” Tarl murmurs, and I turn my lust-filled gaze to see him kneeling at the side of us, gloriously naked. His own eyelids are droopy as he looks me over, settling on the top of one of my breasts, his lips tipped up in a feline grin. I watch, fascinated, as he brings a small honed knife to the swell of my breast, the edge of the knife already coated in Jude’s blood. “Hold still.” I freeze, my thighs trembling as Jude continues to play with my tight bud, the razor-edged point of the blade resting on my breast. Tarl holds it there, waiting, my nerves feeling as though he’s holding a live wire to my skin and not a blade. “Ready?”
He gives me no chance to answer, slicing across my upper breast with a shallow cut that immediately wells with scarlet liquid. The flash of pain has me moaning, my inner walls strangling Aeron’s dick, making him grunt.
“Oh, shit,” I breathe, watching the droplets of blood drip down my skin and feeling the rush of endorphins fill my veins.
