“Darling, wherever this is going, I’m already turned on,” Blaine mutters behind her.
She pushes the blade up to my neck.
“Stop,” Caleb growls, stepping up.
“Don’t,” I tell him.
Caleb stops right before he grabs the handle, but my eyes never leave hers.
With ease, she’s gotten me to my knees.
She didn’t even need to beg. All she had to do was ask, and I was hers.
“Take off my leggings,” she says.
And I must say, even though I’m normally not the submissive type, I quite like the way she’s ordering me around. My eyes slowly lower to her waist, and I curl my fingers around her leggings underneath that pretty floral dress with roses on it, slowly sliding them down.
“Oh my, I am certainly going to enjoy this show,” Blaine murmurs, folding his arms as he leans against the doorpost, watching us.
Her breathing picks up, but it doesn’t stop me from dipping my fingers underneath the fabric of her panties and tearing it all down until she’s stepped out, and all that’s left is her naked pussy, begging to be filled.
“F-fuck,” Caleb groans, and he too sinks to his knees in front of her without her even having to ask.
She pushes the tip of the knife into my jaw, forcing me closer. “Tell me what I am to you.”
“My goddess,” I reply.
Her eyes narrow. “Why?”
“Because you saved my life … and my heart. And I will be in your debt for the rest of my life.”
“No,” she says, pushing the knife in even farther. “You carry my name on your chest and the scars on your back because of me.”
“Hasn’t he suffered enough?” Caleb asks.
She briefly glances at him before redirecting her gaze to me. “Tell me you want me.”
I suck in a hampered breath. “I don’t want you. I need you.”
“Then show me. Show me how far you’re willing to go to make me yours,” she says, pulling the knife away. “I want you both to keep your mouths on my pussy until I say so. Don’t look up. Don’t stop under any circumstance unless I say so.”
She grips my hair and shoves me into her pussy, and for a second, I fight the idea, clasping onto her thighs, nails digging into her skin, but the moment I taste her sweetness, I’m sold.
Fuck.
My tongue swirls around her slit, and I run my nose and mouth up and down, taking in the sweet scent of the woman that belongs to me.
Caleb’s face comes closer, and I’m pushed to the side to allow room for his tongue too as we both start to lick her out. I grumble at him taking up too much space, and I nip at him, then swipe my tongue around her clit until it’s nice and swollen. “Mine.”
His hand finds its way to my bulge, catching me off guard as he begins to stroke me right through the fabric of my pants. And in a surprise, he pushes me away and laps her up instead, moaning into her.
“Oh fuck, I’m getting hard,” Blaine groans, and I can see him rubbing himself from the corner of my eye. I don’t mind him watching us as long as he doesn’t try to steal her away.
Crystal has managed to bring us both to our knees, and I’m not even mad. We fight over her like dogs fight over a bone, tongues twisted in a battle over her pussy, circling all along her most sensitive spots and down inside her, causing her to shudder in place.
“Oh yes, just like that,” she murmurs. “Keep your lips and your eyes on my pussy, don’t look up.”
I don’t know why she’s so absorbed with not letting me see her orgasmic face, but I suppose I’ll allow her this little victory over me and let her think she’s got us under her control. For now.
Caleb’s hand slowly wriggles into my pants, however, and it distracts me so much I begin to moan against her slit too.
Fuck.
“Oh fuck, I love when you make those sounds,” he groans.
“Shut up,” I murmur before I lick his tongue too, toying with his piercing, pushing it up against her clit until she moans along too.
I can hear her breathing pick up as I close my eyes and circle my tongue around both of them, kissing him while also kissing her slit, sharing the fun.
My hand slides across her ass cheeks, finding her entrance, and I dip in to feel her wetness dripping down my fingers. Fuck, her wetness is such a goddamn turn-on I can barely contain myself.
“Guys …” Blaine says from the door, but I pay no attention to him.
Caleb’s fingers quickly join mine, and as we begin alternating thrusts, the desire building inside her causes her to moan out loud. I pull out of her pussy only to enter her ass with both fingers instead.
“Double the tongues, double the fingers. You sure are one lucky girl,” Caleb says as he flicks his pierced tongue around, driving her wild.
“Crystal, please …” Blaine’s begging almost makes me stop, but I don’t fucking want to.
I want to keep tasting her, keep feeling her writhe against both of our tongues and fingers.
I can feel Caleb’s fingers from inside her, pushing up against mine as we pleasure her. Her moans become louder and louder, nearly turning into squeals as she begins to roll her hips around, smothering us with her wetness as she reaches that edge that makes me want to come too. But I hold myself together as she grips my hair and squeezes tightly while her clit begins to thump.
She sucks in a breath and murmurs, “Fuck,” in such a breathy manner that the precum bursts out of my dick.
But then something warm rolls down over my tongue and into my mouth, the taste so bitter it makes me pause. I recognize this taste …
Blood.
I pull my fingers out. Caleb’s eyes open too, and we both gaze at each other in dismay, as the red tinge of blood is all over our mouths.
“Don’t stop, please,” Crystal begs, but the fiery protector in me forces me to find whatever is hurting her.
The knife she just stole from me, the same knife I used to carve these letters into my chest, is now in her hands … as she slowly etches letters into her skin right underneath her neck while staring into the mirror behind me.
T. O. R.
My eyes widen, along with Caleb’s.
“Crystal, don’t!” Caleb screams.
I grip the handle of the knife as I come to a stand, stopping her in the process. “Stop.”
“No,” she says, tears staining her eyes. “I told you not to look.”
“Goddammit, listen to him,” Caleb growls, and he looks at Blaine. “Why didn’t you fucking stop her?”
“Because she wanted me to stay quiet,” Blaine says, putting his finger against his lip, mimicking what she apparently did when we were too busy licking her. “She wants to do this, so who am I to stop her?”
She refuses to let go of the knife. “Let me do this. I can do this. I can take it.”
I forcefully open her fingers until she finally relinquishes the knife. “Why? Tell me why you would desecrate this goddamn perfect body of yours!”
“Ares …” Blaine mutters, but I ignore him.
Crystal sucks in a breath through her teeth. “You went through so much pain. I needed to know what it felt like. I needed to know what you went through for me.”
Oh God …
“You’ll carry my name for the rest of your life, so I want to carry yours.”
That’s the one.
The one and only thing that’s managed to knock the air from my lungs hard enough to make me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Fuck.
I grip her face with both hands and kiss her so hard I don’t need the breath back that she stole from me. I’ve never fallen harder for anyone as hard as I have fallen for her, but I am smitten, completely and utterly in love with this woman who has taken my pain and made it her own.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I growl against her lips.
“I don’t regret it. Not for one second,” she says, her mouth arching up to meet mine in desperation for more, but I won’t let her have it. Not yet.
“You had one chance, little rose, one chance to escape us. And you chose to stay and mark yourself in my name,” I growl.
“She’s lost it,” Caleb says.
“No. I found myself.” She looks at both of us. “Because of you.”
My hand slowly drifts down her face and neck to the markings she left, my fingers dipping into the scratches she made in her own damn skin just to watch her shudder in place. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on more than anything in this entire fucking world to watch my woman bleed for me.
“Caleb. Grab the masks.”
“What? Why?”
“Do as I say,” I grit.
He reluctantly turns and does what I ask, pilfering through the contents of my cabinet until he finds the ones we used during the night we first claimed her together in the rose maze.
“What are you planning to do?” Blaine asks, tilting his head.
“You know what we’re going to do,” I respond.
A filthy smirk forms on Blaine’s face. “We?”
My hand slowly circles around Crystal’s throat, cutting off her oxygen. “You want me to show you how badly I want you to be mine forever? How badly I wished I could take your breath just so no one else would ever have the privilege of hearing your moans?”
She nods, and I lean in to whisper, “I’ve stolen all your innocent little petals, little rose. Now go find them in the dark corners of our wicked fantasy.”
I grasp the mask from Caleb’s hand and put it on, watching her eyes slowly widen in both excitement and fear.
Fear of all the ways I’ll make her beg for it.
I release her, and as she steps back, I point the knife at her chest.
“Run. Run as fast as you can. If I catch you … that name you were carving into your skin will be mine to finish.”
