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I try to do as he says, but Jude ends up having to help me as my spent muscles refuse to comply. Tarl still has a tight grip on Jude’s hair, watching over his shoulder as Jude slowly sinks inside me. His pierced dick rubs against my inner walls in such a delicious way that I know I’m seconds from coming just from his first thrust.
“Fuck, Nightingale. You’re clamping down already on me,” he grits out, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds me and pushes the rest of the way in.
“Jude, shit…that feels so fucking good,” I pant, my fingers digging into my palms at the sensation of being filled after having so many orgasms clenching around nothing.
Jude’s grip on my ass becomes bruising, his neck corded and his dick hardening inside me, and I glance beyond him to see Tarl with a look of pained pleasure on his beautiful face as he pushes himself inside Jude.
“Fuuuuck,” Jude moans, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin when Tarl finally stills. I watch as he pulls out, then slams his hips back into Jude with such force that Jude sinks deeper inside me and the cross rocks a little.
My cry is a husky whimper as Tarl sets a punishing pace, Jude somehow able to match it so that as Tarl fucks him, he fucks me and we move in a dance that is as old as time. My body becomes just a ball of nerve endings and panted breaths, the sound of slapping flesh mixing with our moans and grunts until the music of our fucking fills the basement and chases away any screams that used to haunt the space.
Someone pinches my clit and I shatter into a thousand tiny shards. I swear the fucking candles flutter as I’m scattered to pieces over the room, unable to scream or even breathe as an orgasm so intense roars through me, ripping me apart. I vaguely hear Jude’s growling bellow as he finds his release deep inside me, filling me with his cum like I’m a vessel made just for him. Tarl gives the sexiest groan as he buries himself in Jude’s ass, pushing Jude deeper and setting off another fluttering climax that leaves me stupefied and my eyes unable to open fully.
A small sound of protest leaves my lips when I feel Jude pull out, the gush of his release coating my inner thighs as cool air caresses my overheated skin. They press a wet cloth against me as someone cleans me up, but I’m too blissed-out to open my eyes.
“I told you I’d break you, Nightingale,” Jude murmurs in my ear, placing a light kiss to my cheek. I want to laugh, or cuss him out, but I’m riding the high of too many orgasms to count, so I just make a disgruntled noise which has him laughing.
Then his warmth is gone, and I feel my wrists being released, a warm body catching me as my legs cannot hold me up.
“Let’s get you to bed, Little Bird,” Knox says softly as he scoops me up, carrying me just like he has so many times before. I bury my face into his bare chest, listening to the beat of his heart as I allow sleep to overcome me, dragging me down into its dark embrace.
And unlike so many times before I met my Tailor boys, the dark is warm and comforting, and the only monsters are the ones who stand guard over me, protecting me from all others.
Lark
“Everything” by Vide
The next couple of days pass in blissful indulgence, Jude making all sorts of delicious treats as we spend a lot of time just snuggling together. We visit the stables, the surrounding fields covered in crisp snow that sparkles in the winter sunshine. It’s like the world is giving us a fresh start, and Aeron once again takes me for a ride on Sampson, the snow kicking up behind us as we gallop through the land that they own. This time he doesn’t kick me off his horse, ordering me to run while they hunt me down. I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or relieved.
The news reaches us that Heather, will be home for Christmas, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen them so excited before. Even Aeron, the grumpy fucker who is stoic at the best of times, has a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face as we go about all those last-minute tasks that need to be done before the big day. Well, according to my guys, they need to be done as I’ve never celebrated the holiday before.
I wake up early on Christmas Day, and like an overexcited child, I bounce around in our vast bed.
“Merry Christmas, Devil Man!” I practically yell, and he can’t stop the twitch of a smile as he pulls me to him, pressing our naked bodies together.
“Merry Christmas, Dove.” He presses our lips together in a sweet kiss, full of tenderness before I tear myself away and wiggle until he relents with a huff of laughter and gets up.
Rushing down the stairs, it’s no surprise to find Jude already there, cooking up a breakfast feast and wearing only a Santa hat and an apron that says ‘Kiss the Grinch.’
“For fuck’s sake, Jude. Can you not put some fucking clothes on?” Aeron moans as Knox and Tarl come down the stairs.
“Merry Christmas!” I squeal, ignoring Mr. Grumpy Pants and hurrying over to give each of them a kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Little Bird,” Knox greets, a smile of indulgence on his lips as I bounce away from him to Tarl.
“Merry Christmas,Aziz-e delam,” Tarl adds, cupping my face in both palms and kissing me deeply, leaving me breathless.
“Where’s my sugar?” Jude pouts as I end the kiss, and I skip up to him, planting a wet kiss on his luscious lips. “Merry Christmas, Nightingale.”
I catch sight of the Christmas tree, and with a squeak, I run over to it.There are presents!Lots of presents which weren’t there last night, and a quick scan tells me that most of them have my name on them. A single butterfly flutters in my stomach when I think about what I got them in return.
Warm arms wrap around me from behind and I sink into Tarl’s spicy fragrance.
“We wanted to give you the full experience of waking up on Christmas morning to find presents under the tree,” he whispers in my ear, and I have to blink back the moisture that tries to gather there at the sweet gesture.
“But you’ll have to wait like a good girl to open them after lunch,” Knox interjects, and I give him a pout which he only laughs at as he settles at the kitchen island as is our habit for breakfast.
“Let’s eat,Azizam,” Tarl suggests, placing a kiss on my temple before stepping away, taking hold of my hand, and leading me to the island.
