Page 64 of Eden's Deliverance

Fuck, the begging.

It has the opposite effect of what she’s hoping for; my cock only twitches in excitement. Climbing onto the bed, I trap her thighs between mine and grab her face to get her refocused on me.

“I need you to trust me. Haven’t I proved that I know what you like?” I ask.

She’s still begging as tears flow down her cheeks, soaking my fingertips. “Please, please, please don’t. I was good, I was good, I was—”

I immediately cut her off and attempt to curb the panic. “Yes, you were very good for us, darling. This isn’t a punishment,” I clarify, stroking my thumb across her cheek. “You have your safe word. If youreallycan’t take it, I’ll stop. But I’m begging you to try. Do this with us, please.”

She doesn’t answer, doesn’t nod, doesn’t shake her head. The only movement that comes is the quivering of her lip and the flick of her eyes to the knife every so often.

She’s trying to yield to us, and I’ll take that as a win.

“Get over here.” I beckon Skylar, and he plants himself on the bed against one of her hips while I climb off her and kneel on the other side.

With a suggestive nod to her chest, he catches on quickly and pops her nipple into his mouth. I watch for a second as he keenly swirls his tongue around with ahunger I’ve never seen in him before. She responds well to him, bucking her hips into the air as she seeks a different kind of sensation.

Taking a deep inhale, I force myself to come to terms with the idea she may use her safe word, and I’d be a real fuck not to honor it. I may not want to, but I also don’t want to torture her the way Skylar does. I have such a strong feeling that she’ll enjoy it, but if shereallydoesn’t like it, there’s not much I can do.

Starting at her navel, I run my tongue all the way up to her sternum, watching the goosebumps erupt across every inch of her skin. I want her sensitivity at its peak before I make the first cut. Since Skylar is on her left tit, I opt for the right one.

It’s been too fucking long since either of us have gotten to indulge in this fine pleasure—we’ve been saving it for her. The problem is, we’d rather not involve her at all if it means she might discover things she shouldn’t know about ourpractices. But we’ve become so fucked in the head over Scarlett, keeping her distanced from it feels impossible now.

Especially now that Dario has his sights on her.

Skylar’s been kind enough not to blame me yet, but I know how he must feel about her first night at Eden. If I hadn’t fucked with her and pushed her away right off the bat, she would have never been vulnerable enough to fall into Dario’s trap.

Now, we’re stuck. She’s in a viper pit of danger but has absolutely no idea, and we can’t even tell her without exposing ourselves. It’s probably our fault she’s in this position, but that’s a small part of why we need to convince her to leave him and stay with us. We may be one of the biggest dangers to her, but we can also protect her.

I shake the thought from my head, eager to stay in this moment without catastrophizing. The tip of my knife presses into the swell of her breast, but I steal a glance at her first. She must have been watching me before, but now her eyes are clenched shut as she braces for the pain.

I take it for the gesture it’s meant to be and sink the blade into her flesh—just shallow enough to bleed without leaving a scar. I trace a line down about two inches until a good amount of blood has pooled into the center of her chest. Skylar tracks every movement, his eyes going wild.

“Open your eyes,” I command. Reluctantly, she obeys, looking like she might be sick until he and I dive in.

I need her to see what she does to us—what we’ve been waiting for.

Skylar and I fight over the steadily streaming crimson rivulets, flattening our tongues to scoop up as much as we can. In the heat of it all, we meet in the middle, crashing our mouths together in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongues. He pushes the blood he gathered into my mouth, and I feed it right back to him with a mixture of what I caught myself.

“Oh fuck...”

We break from our embrace, turning to find the source of the mousy expletive. Scarlett’s watching us with a stunned expression on her face, practically drooling.

Yeah, I knew our girl would fucking love it.

Neither of us have to guide the other when we’re sharing one mindset like this. We both crawl up her chest to hover by her face, but Skylar kisses her first.

She eats that shit right up.

Blood smears across her lips, and I’m ravenous at the sight. It’s not easy, but I force the angle and weasel my tongue into the space where their mouths meet.

We’re all lost in it, sometimes stealing deep kisses from one another, sometimes sharing them at the same time. At some point, I decide to go back in for her pussy, leaving the two of them to suck tongues as I make another shallow cut on her inner thigh.

He swallows her resounding yelp, but she still hasn’t said her safe word, so I continue, gathering the blood on my tongue before lapping at her sensitive clit.

She squirms, folding her knees around my head to pull me in closer, and I’m more than happy to oblige. It doesn’t take as long to make her come this time. Assoon as I hear that fierce groan, I rise to my knees and toss her calves over my thighs before slamming into her cunt.

Skylar must be jealous, because he climbs on top of her chest to stick his dick in her wanting mouth. She sucks him down without a fight, humming around his length while he fucks her face.I guess she’s over being angry with him.

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