At every cluster of scars, the ones on her ribs, that wrap around her waist, the ones on her chest and just above the base of her throat, are stitches.
Bleeding stitches that symbolize everything she’s been through, everything she overcame and every second she fought to do it, and right in the middle of all of that, sitting under a goddamn spotlight, is the very permanentsee methat Leonor had Tori of Morbid Inkbrandinto her skin.
My girl burned that fuckers warning deeper into her flesh then she flaunted the fuck out of it on the cover of our new album because Leonor Allan doesn’t do anything half assed, and she sure as hell went all in when it came to telling her ghosts to fuck off.
If this shit doesn’t embody the title of our album I don’t know what will, and I cannot fucking wait to get home and tell my girl how goddamn proud of her I am.
“You guys are not goingto believe how fucking perfect these pictures turned out.” Making sure the door shuts and locks behind me, I kick my boots off and toss my backpack onto the dining table as I head right for the master bedroom. “Seriously, this is fucking gold, it’s so goddamn…”
Every word I was about to say evaporates into thin air as I push open the double doors and catch a glimpse of naked Leo before Lucky’s hands are on my cheeks and his lips are pressed to mine.
Jesus.
Am I ever going to get used to that?
Honestly, I hope not because the fact that kissing any of these four gives me hella butterflies still is both embarrassing and exhilarating and I don’t think I want it to go away.
“Perfect timing,” Luck says in between kisses, smiling as he licks the seam of my lips and leads me further into the room. “We were hoping you’d be back soon so we started pregaming.”
“That’s what we’re calling it now?” I ask as Lucius moves behind me, one arm around my neck that he’s biting and sucking on, the other around my waist so his hand can work open my fly. “Pregaming?”
“Mhm. Getting everyone in their gear and ready to play.”
I roll my eyes then grunt as he slides his hand into my jeans, teasing my cock as I finally really see what’s going on.
Everyone is naked as fuck and just as aroused.
Norman is on his back, blindfolded, he has a ball gag in his mouth, a spreader bar attached at the wrists keeping his arms above his head and wide apart. His cock is hard as stone, leaking precum and all pretty as it points toward Leonor’s mouth, and my god, these guys are creative as fuck.
My sugar is standing at the edge of the bed, bent in half and leaning toward our sweet boy’s dick, her hands free but she can’t really move. Leo is also blindfolded and has a collar on, one that has a chain leading to Norm’s bar and in this position, neither of them can move without moving the other, but that’s not all. No, the two of them are sharing asecondspreader—Pete definitely has an affinity for them—that has both of them spread eagle.
In this position, no one can fuck Norman, not really but I can see a dildo on the bed next to them so I’m sure our girl will handle that.
“Fuck,” I hiss as Lucky pushes my jeans down the floor, my dick springing free as he comes back around into view. He drops to his knees in front of me, those stormy eyes raging as they holdmy stare while he leans forward and runs his tongue along the underside of my shaft.
My hand immediately goes to his hair, Lucky wasting no time with teasing me, sucking my cock so hard and fast that he gags a bit when my piercing hits the back of his throat.
I don’t know where to look.
I want to watch Lucius suck me off, watch his lips as they stretch around my girth, as he tugs the silver hoop in the head with his teeth but when I hear the crack of skin on skin, I can’t help but look up to see Pete pop Leo’s ass in the air and smack the left cheek to match the red on the right.
“What do you want, Markus?” he grunts as those sable eyes connect with mine. “You want our sweet boy’s mouth, or do you want one of the princess’s holes?”
I arch a brow, keeping eye contact as I grip Lucky’s hair and widen my stance, my hips moving in time with his mouth while he sucks. “You’re off the table?”
Peter visibly shudders as a grin spreads across his full lips. “For now.”
“Pity.”
I don’t think any of them were ready for me.
I know they definitely weren’t expecting me to be the way I am in bed but even the dominant and stoic Peter Lagrave has been surprised once or twice since we’ve all been having sex.
The power struggle is a bit much at times but it’s a hell of a lot of fun.
“Later.” He fists his cock and strokes it hard, watching Lucky work my dick for a moment before he cracks the flogger against Leonor’s pussy. “Much later if Lucius makes you come before I get to touch you at all.”
With a low rumble in my chest, I pull my dick out of his mouth, squeezing it at the base before I paint Luck’s lips with myprecum. “I don’t remember telling you that you could touch me, did I, love?”
