Page 19 of Fractured Constellations
Jesus fucking Christ. I was not prepared.
Their tattooed chests are on full display, and I love how they each have slightly unique designs, which actually fit so well with their individual personalities. Blade is covered in those black geometric designs I’ve glimpsed, the edges sharp and defined, and it expresses his precise and almost standoffish nature perfectly. Thorn is a riot of color, one design blending seamlessly into the next, and I smile at how that is Thorn all over. Even with how little time I’ve spent with them, I’ve seen how Thorn is inherently happy, a joker and full of light. Chase’s ink is all black, unsurprising given that’s the color of his soul, but what does surprise me every time I catch a glimpse of it is the artistic nature of the designs. Everything looks so real, almost like it’s jumping out of his skin, each design a masterpiece in its own right, like they belong in a museum. It makes me wonder about the depths that make up my stepbrother.
Blade gets up, rushing over to me as I stand there, stupefied. “Everything okay, Princess?” he asks, his tone worried as hegently tilts my chin, his fingers burning where they touch my skin.
“I—” I cut myself off and swallow, not able to formulate what it is I was going to say. I’m unable to concentrate on anything other than how heat radiates off his skin, warming the front of my body.
“What is it? What do you need?” he questions, sounding almost desperate, and my brain-to-mouth filter must have broken because I say the first thing that comes to mind.
“You.” My eyes go wide as the word leaves my lips, my fingers twitching at my side as if I could take it back. All I can hear is the rush of my pulse, my whole body heating as we stare at each other.
His brows lower, but his fingers tighten ever so slightly, gripping me firmly.
“You need me for what, Goldilocks?” His tone is low, and hoe my gods, it does things to me that really shouldn’t be allowed, especially considering how he and the others have treated me since I moved in.
“And them,” I say, my logical brain giving up and throwing her hands in the air as I glance behind Blade to find Chase and Thorn poised on the edge of the couches, waiting. Blade tightens his grip on my chin, drawing my gaze back to him.
“You need us for what?” he rumbles, but by the way his pupils widen and his chest rapidly rises and falls, he knows. And why shouldn’t they make it up to me like this, in the way that I choose?
Slowly, I lift my hand, my fingers trembling as they make contact with his burning skin. “I need you to make me feel normal, just for a few hours,” I whisper, my eyes following the path my fingers take. I trace the ridges and furrows of every muscle, my mouth going dry as I go lower, finally toying with the edge of his waistband. “I need you to make me feel wanted,desired, and not alone like you have since I moved in.” He sighs before opening his mouth, but I beat him to it. “Do you know what the worst part is? Before, everyone always treated me like I was already gone. Like I’m not still here, still alive.”
“Luna, Goldilocks, I don’t think?—”
“That’s the problem. Everyone’s thinking too much. I’m not asking you to fix me. I’m asking you to help me feel normal. To feel something other than sick.” His jaw flexes as I look up into those mesmerizing eyes of his, begging. Pleading.
“Are you sure this is what you want? Not just because?—”
“I’ve spent years being careful, being good, doing what I’m told, and for what? I’m still back here, still fighting. So yes, I’m sure. I want to feel alive while I still am.” My fingers play with the skin just above his waistband, and his muscles flex, lightning shooting through me when I notice the bulge that his sweats can’t hide. It seems he wants me just as much as I want him…them. At least in this moment, and that’s all I have right now. A series of moments.
“Okay, but you need to spell it out for me, Luna. Be very fucking clear about what you’re asking us for,” he commands, and I dart a glance upwards, wavering for a moment, but the heat I see in his eyes gives me the strength to know that he won’t reject me. Not now. Not tonight.
I hold his gaze as I sink down, my knees hitting the soft carpet as my other hand comes up. Then I curl my fingers into his waistband, watching as he stops breathing entirely when I pull his sweats and boxers down.
His thick, hard cock springs free, again telling me he’s more than okay with this. It steals my attention, and it’s my turn to stop breathing as I glimpse the piercing at the tip. Oh lordt.
My pussy clenches at the sight, knowing that it will feel incredible when he’s inside me if all the romance books I readare to be believed. His fingers caress my chin, and I look back up to see his eyes dark green fire as they gaze at me.
I don’t look away as I wrap one hand around his base, my fingers unable to touch as I guide him to my mouth. I watch the way his eyelids flutter, the way his abs tighten as I lick his tip, his breath hissing out of him.
“Fuck, Princess,” he breathes out, his other hand coming up to tangle in my hair. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about you on your knees for me? Even when I couldn’t admit it to myself when I was awake?”
I don’t answer, a small smile tugging up my lips as I open them and take him into my mouth. We both groan. Me at the musky taste of him, at the way my lips stretch around him, knowing that he’ll push me to the point of pain when I get him between my thighs.
“Fuck, she looks pretty with her lips stretched around you like that, brother,” Thorn rasps from behind me, his warm palms coming around me and gliding over my borrowed shirt, the rough fabric an extra sensation against my skin. I take Blade deeper as his brother’s hand goes lower, dipping into my panties and feeling just how wet I am for them. “She’s soaked too.”
Blade flexes his hips, sinking to the back of my throat as Thorn finds my clit and plays with it. I gasp, Blade pushing down my throat, and the move has my thighs trapping Thorn’s hand between my thighs, tingles racing across my skin.
“Fuck, Luna, baby,” Blade growls, holding me in place as my throat convulses around his shaft. “You take me so fucking well.”
“Of course she does. She’s always been our good girl at heart, haven’t you, Moonbeam?” Thorn whispers in my ear, sinking two thick digits inside me and making me writhe against him. I roll my eyes to the side, trying to catch sight of Chase, needing him here with us as his brothers use me. It needs to be all of them; they all have to seek my forgiveness for the wrongs they’vedone to me. “Chase, get over here, brother. She wants to see your fat cock too, don’t you, Goldie?”
I mumble an affirmative in the back of my throat, which has Blade cursing as he draws back, allowing me a gasp of air before he thrusts back inside my mouth. Fingers stroke my cheek, and I look to the side to see Chase there, his own cock hard and ready for me. He, too, has a piercing, four small balls lying just beyond the mushroom head in a magic cross piercing that has my pussy flooding Thorn’s fingers.
“Sharing is caring, brother,” he teases, pulling me off Blade’s dick and quickly filling my mouth with his own. “Fuck, baby girl. I just knew that sharp tongue would give exceptional head.” He doesn’t often curse—I’m not sure I’ve ever heard that word from his lips—and it only makes the flame inside me burn brighter, knowing the effect I have on him.
I suck him harder, massaging my tongue along the underside of his dick, and the way his eyes roll has my core tingling as Thorn finger fucks me faster. My walls clench around him, an orgasm coming out of nowhere and barreling towards me.
“Get your dick out of her mouth. I want to hear her scream as she comes,” Thorn orders in a strained voice, and Chase pulls out, my eyes closing as my back arches and I come with a cry. Waves of pleasure drown me, my hands tightening around Blade and Chase’s dicks as Thorn keeps going, his fingers not easing until I’m a twitching, panting mess in his lap, my hands having let go of my stepbrother’s dicks during my climax.
