Page 66 of Exile
Grey and Theo stay back and watch our exchange quietly, but incredulously there's nothing awkward about it. Nor do I feel threatened by them witnessing my mental recalibration. There used to be a time that I'd probably ensure their silence for viewing what could only be considered a vulnerable moment.
But despite my best instincts and everything that drives and embodiesme, these three broke through those walls. We're family now—connected and founded by death. Just likeCirque des Morts.
Except where Cirque des Morts is my greatest creation, the weapon that will bring down Alexander Dale once and for all, this right here, this is my biggest achievement.
This ismyfamily.
"We'll kill anyone that touches you, mon petit feu."
Avery's eyes sparkle. "You better not have just called me a little docile sheep or anything like that or we're going to have a problem, Demon Boy."
I chuckle quietly, lifting her shirt up. "The only problem I have right now is that I'm not buried inside you, Avery."
She shivers as I drag my fingers up her sides, but when something that wasn't there before catches my attention, I pause. "You have a new tattoo," I remark in surprise, tracing the black ink on her ribcage.
Grey moves closer, curious to see, but Theo stands in place, clearly her partner in crime.
"I do," Avery breathes out, still quivering slightly. "Do you want to know what it means?"
I nod, though it's fairly obvious what it is on a simple level. The significance on the other hand is still a mystery.
Avery places her hand over mine, flattening my palm against her skin. "It's your heartbeat, Damon," she says softly. "Taken the day we got married while you were fighting to come back to me."
To me…
Notto usorLilydale. Not even the society. But to her—my wife.
Clearing my throat to attempt to dislodge whatever feels trapped in it, I wrap my arm around her back, lifting us both off the bed. "Theo, lie down. I need to ruin Avery's pretty little cunt while you fuck her throat."
"Aw, excluding little old me?" Grey asks playfully, but jumps up on the desk like it's an observation deck and he's taking a front row seat.
"Theo deserves this reward too," I tell him simply as the dark-haired man glides past us, shooting Grey a smug look as he does. It doesn't go unnoticed, Grey's eyes darkening with a threatening promise that will no doubt rear its head later.
Avery, willingly oblivious to it all, drags her hands through my hair before linking them together behind my neck. She leans forward and finds my lips, and I waste no time kissingher back while subconsciously registering the bed moving with Theo's weight.
The idea that she's permanently marked herself with part of me is sending me feral, the need to claim her too great to ignore. I catch sight of her ring on her finger, the gemstones flashing under the dull lights overhead and at this point, I snap.
I wrap my hand around her throat, guiding her backwards off me. I feel the tiny vibration under my palm as she whimpers. As I start to spin her around, another set of hands joins to assist, grabbing Avery as the two of us position her on her stomach.
She peers up at Theo with a look of wild hunger and a smile is shared between them as I hastily shove her skirt up over her ass. Her cunt is already glistening, shining brighter than our ring she wears proudly, and when I move behind her, I spread her open with my hands.
This makes her still, dropping her head into Theo's lap. I slowly run my finger up her wet cunt, smirking as she shivers under my touch. Slapping her ass, I relish the sound of her moan, sliding two fingers into her entrance.
"Wrap your mouth around his cock, wife," I order, burying my fingers deep and curling them to hit her sweet spot.
Avery tenses and rocks her hips back, but slowly, composes herself enough to reach into Theo's pants and retract his hardened length.
We all watch as she fists it, running her hand up and down in precise motions. Leaning over her, I grab her throat tightly. "Open those lips," I demand, my thumb reaching up to drag her bottom lip down.
Her warm breath tickles my skin as her lips part, and to my surprise, her tongue shoots out, the tip flicking my thumb.
It's cute that she thinks she's in control, that she can distract me with such tactics. She is, but she'll have to try a lot harder than that to take charge.
Prying her jaw open with my finger, I remove my hand from her body, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling her head back. I lock eyes with her, giving her a coy smile.
"Adorable," I tease. "But you'll look a lot better with your mouth stuffed."
Without waiting for a response, I shove her head forward, pushing her onto Theo's dick. Avery moans—either in pleasure or protest—but makes no effort to move away, using her hands to brace herself on his thighs. Still gripping her hair, I control the pace, lifting and lowering her head as she takes Theo in her mouth.
