Page 47 of From the Ashes

If it didn’t still hurt like a motherfucker every time I shower, I probably would have forgotten about it by now, even if it is a mark I’ll be living with the rest of my life.

“Seems we need to reinforce some rules with him.” The tension in Crew’s voice is so tight, but his touch on my hip is nothing but gentle.

“Rules?”

“We made a rule in the past that none of us were to permanently mark any woman we shared. It’s been so long since we have that perhaps he thinks we’ve forgotten,” Bishop explains.

My stomach recoils at the mention of them being with other women. Of course, I’m not so naive to think men like them were innocent before they met me, and hell, I can even appreciate the experience they have because it means I reap all the rewards, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear about it.

Fingers grasp my chin, and I find myself facing one of them, but without being able to see, I can’t tell which one of them it is. “Don’t do that, Cami,” Bishop murmurs. “Don’t shut down on us.”

I shake my head, trying to deny that that’s exactly what I was doing, but I’m cut off before I can get a word out.

“No, Camilla. You are aware of the fact there were women that came before you, but you should also know that none of them ever compared to you. They were someone to warm our beds and to let off steam with,” Crew explains, and my chest aches because every word out of his mouth hurts more than the last, even if I don’t think he realizes he’s digging himself a deeper hole by the second. “But you, Little Menace, are everything to us. You’re the light to our darkness, you’re the best part of every day, you’re the one good thing in our shitty lives, and we’ll never deserve you. We’ll never deserve your love, but we’re sure as hell going to covet it anyway.”

Tears gather beneath the blindfold, and I lean forward, hoping there are lips in front of me, and thankfully they don’t make me wait. Crew’s whiskey scent washes over me a moment before he kisses me like he needs me to breathe, and for a moment I almost believe he does.

He nips at my bottom lip, and a soft moan escapes my throat as another set of hands run up my back, making quick work of unclipping my bra.

The soft lace I put on before I left the house drops to the carpet beneath our feet, before his hands slip into the waistband of my panties and push them down, leaving me bare for them in nothing but a pair of heels while they’re both fully dressed.

Crew pulls back, and I feel the loss immediately even though his body remains pressed to mine. “Now, love, we were planning on spanking your pretty ass for running, but I don’t want to risk hurting your gift from Kovu, so I think we’ll try a different kind of punishment.” There’s a wicked hint to his voice that has butterflies coming to life in my stomach.

“Like what?” I whisper, not trusting my voice.

“I think it’s time we teach you how to control your orgasms.”

My mouth drops open in surprise, but I can’t quite find the words to say. Control my what now? Is that even a thing? Because I know how these men play my body, and I can’t see any possible way I’d be able to stop myself from falling over the edge if they’re doing that.

“I like seeing you surprised, love.” Bishop chuckles, his breath whispering against my cheek. “Why don’t we get you on your hands and knees on the bed?” It’s posed as a question, but we both know it isn’t one. He’s telling me what’s going to happen, and I find my feet moving in the direction I think the bed is in of their own accord.

My knees hit the edge of the silk sheets, and a shiver moves over my body at how soft they are. A hand at the base of my spine steadies me before they carefully lift me and deposit me in position in the middle of the bed.

The mattress dips as one of them settles themselves in front of me, but they don’t reach for me, and for long seconds, neither of them is touching me. The desperate need building in my core is beginning to border on pain, and even pulling in a deep breath feels harder with each second that passes.

“Look how pretty you are with your ass presented to us, Little Menace,” Crew says from behind me, which means it’s Bishop who has joined me on the bed. “Your cunt is weeping for us.” He brushes his fingers through the wetness, and my cheeks heat at the obscene sound that escapes my throat just from a single touch. How am I possibly going to survive whatever they have planned for me when one touch is shoving me closer to the edge I’m not allowed to fall off of?

“Crew,” I moan.

“Hmm, I seem to remember you calling me something else before fight night, Camilla. Something you knew would rile me up when you had no intention of giving me any relief.” His touch falls away before his palm comes down hard on my sensitive clit and drags a scream from my throat.

The mix of pleasure and pain almost sends me flying forward, but Bishop catches me, holding me steady as my entire body trembles with need.

“You gonna say it, Little Menace?”

“Daddy,” I whisper, the word feeling delightfully sinful on my tongue.

He groans as his fingers slip through my wetness and begin a gentle caress of my clit. It’s not enough to drive me anywhere near the edge, but it amplifies my need to the point I can barely breathe.

“Why don’t you suck my cock while Crew plays with your pretty cunt, love?” Bishop says softly, and before I get a chance to respond, his head is pressing against my lips. When did he unzip his pants, and why didn’t I hear it?

Without hesitation, I wrap my lips around the smooth head of his cock and groan as his taste assaults me. I never imagined I would enjoy giving head. Truthfully, the thought of it before I found myself with these men seemed demeaning to me. But it’s the furthest thing from it. The power these moments give me is everything, and I get more and more addicted with every groan I drag from them.

I press forward, taking him further into my mouth and running my tongue over the underside of his length until his fingers fist into my hair.

“Fuck, love. Your mouth feels like heaven,” Bishop murmurs, but I’m too distracted by the idea of pleasing him to think to respond.

Crew has stepped back from behind me, and I can faintly hear him rummaging around for something, but then Bishop presses me down harder, his cock nudging at the back of my throat and causing tears to fall behind the tie.

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