Page 29 of Taking Over the Dark

My teammate.

My boyfriend.

And with that realization, even if it’s not official, I grab the back of his neck, pulling him into a searing kiss. This kiss feels like every ounce of want and need is being poured into my soul. And he’s one third of the reason. The moan that leaves Ellie’s mouth has Nash and I pulling apart to look and see what has her making the sounds of pleasure.

Her attention is on us and only us. I forget how much she loves watching us enjoy one another… it’s one of my favorite things about her, though. She’s so accepting of us and never bats an eye when we want to explore.

That’s how all this started with Nash.

Exploration.

But now, my only hope is that we’re past that phase knowing how short life truly can be, and that he realizes we can all grow with one another, know we have each other’s backs, no matter what. Including against our own families.

Fuck knows we all have issues on that front.

“Rub that pretty pussy for us,Mi Amor,” Nash requests.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to when you were around? I remember one of you saying it was ‘your cunt,’ if I recall correctly.” She tilts her head to the side, wanting one of us to protest, and I just snicker because I know exactly what she’s talking about. And after seeing what she did to Marcello tonight… I’m steering clear.

Well, besides offering orgasms.

Orgasms help everything.

“Get over there and help her while I get undressed,” Nash takes his commanding tone with me, and I swear I’ve never realized how much these three truly affected me until this moment, trying with everything in me to keep the blood from pumping to my caged cock.

As I stalk across the room, I feel Ellie’s full attention on me with each step. Standing at the end of the bed, I begin unbuttoning my pants, slowly dragging my zipper down. I pull my pants down, freeing my caged cock, and the little gasp she lets out in return tells me she completely forgot I was wearing it. I feel Nash behind me, pressing his whole body to mine. When I turn my head to meet his mouth, I taste the metal of the key on my tongue as he pries my mouth open with his own. With our mouths locked, he circles me before pulling away slightly to run the wet key down my neck, to my chest, intentionally scraping over each nipple on the way down. He continues his descent over my stomach, finally stopping where I need him the most.

Ellie asks, “Did I say you could get out of your cage?”

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NASH

I answer Ellie for Zamir, “No, ma’am, you didn’t.”

Ellie hums, then blurts out, “Why did you let Marcello brand you?” Like the question has been on the tip of her tongue since he first exposed it at the warehouse.

?*Without missing a beat, Z starts to answer her, “I have scars littering my whole body… I wanted to be the one making the choice this time.” I run my hands over his stomach and ribs, feeling all the raised skin that covers this perfect human I’ve grown to know these past couple of months. Even when I can’t see the scars because they’ve been tattooed over, I know they’re there. The desire to sit down and trace each one while he tells me how he got it is higher than ever. “I needed Marcello to know it wasn’t me, and even with the blood pumping through my veins that belongs to the Prifti family, it means nothing compared to what the three of you mean to me. I would never do anything to put you in danger or harm you in any way.”

Now, knowing the heaviness this brand carries, it makes me proud of him to have been brave enough to trust Marcello, and the Barone family name, which he’s known a lot less time than his own family—his flesh and blood.

But you know what they say… when you know, you know. And I can attest to that a thousand times.

I admire the freshly healed brand on his chest that is now engraved over the tattoos that came before it. It stands out clearly. There will be no hiding this; I think that’s what he wanted. Our teammates will see it in the locker rooms, and I know he’ll wear it as a badge with pride. I’ve never thought of the brand that way, but I can only nod in agreement because who can blame someone for feeling the way he does.

His family.

He was put in the toughest position by people who were supposed to protect him.

I whisper, “I like that answer,Bebé.” I’m basking in the feeling of the goosebumps that line his chest from my words.

“I like it too,” Ellie adds. Then she snaps her fingers, instructing me, “Now uncage him. I’m putting this no food in my system for days to good use while I can.”

It takes me a second to figure out what the hell she’s talking about… then it hits me.

We’re about to double-stuff our girl.

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