Page 4 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

We all suspect it’s not about her being an angel and it’s deeper. We don’t know who hurt our woman, but we have time to figure it out. There are times when fear and regret war in her eyes. We want to know why, but we haven’t pushed.

Because how can we when we can’t drag the relationship between us into the light and offer her the protection that we want to give her.

One day we’ll be able to, no matter what happens with the club. But not today.

Zach helps her stand, and then turns her to sit on the edge of the bed. The way she squirms when she sits makes me smirk. She’s horny and her ass is a little tender. The perfect fucking combination.

Poe goes to his clothes and pulls a box out of the pile. There’s a nervous energy to him, something I’ve never seen from him, when he approaches her. Goofy? Sure. Joking? A lot of the time. But nervous? No, he normally has a quiet confidence to him that can’t be denied, even when he’s trying to hide it.

We’re hoping our gift can be a promise for the future without the words. It’s something we’ve wanted to give her for a long time. It feels right to do it now with Bedlam having his patch since we’re one step closer to claiming her officially.

When Bedlam opens the box, her eyes light up for a moment, but then I see her hide some of her reaction away. I hate it, but I understand. Her eyes study the collar closely while taking in the design. The leather wraps around the back and sides of her neck with buckles at the back. On the front there is a length of chain fed through rings and doubled with an angel wings pendant. You can give a tug on the chain and tighten it, but normally the wings will hang right between her collar bones.

Heather swallows hard and then looks between us, her voice soft, “It’s beautiful.”

Bedlam’s voice is gruff, “You know what it is?”

“It’s a collar,” Heather’s voice is curious.

The fact that she doesn’t seem offended has me breathing a sigh of relief. Bedlam drops to his knees in front of her and holds out the collar so she can get a closer look. We won’t say the words we desperately want to say until we can claim her officially, but we needed to do something.

I don’t know if this is the right way to show her that she’s ours.

“It’s a sign of ownership,” she whispers.

“Will you wear it?” Zach sits down on the bed next to her as Bedlam stares up at her like she’s a goddess. All I can think about is how this isn’t nearly enough. “We’d like you to. We’ll know what it means, but no one else will know it’s about us.”

Heather swallows hard and nods. The way she raises her chin is a clear invitation. Bedlam’s movements are slow and deliberate as he unhooks the buckles and wraps it around her neck. Zach buckles it in place and all of us seem to hold our breath as we take a moment and appreciate our woman wearing our collar.

I want it to mean so much more. It could. It will.

We’ve been enjoying time with our woman whenever we can for far too long for it to mean nothing. I just wish we could tell her all the ways it means something.

Bedlam grips Heather’s hips and flips her onto her hands and knees, her shoulders hitting the pillows as she lets out a surprised yelp. He buries his face in her pussy without any warning. She moans as she thrashes against the hold he has on her hips. I can hear how wet our woman is by the slurping sounds he’s making.

I know how good our woman tastes and my mouth waters. But I want something even more. I move around the bed until I’m next to where her head and tap her shoulder to get her attention.

When she turns her head my way, her eyes are glued to my dick and her lips part for me. Zach chuckles and kneels on her other side to help prop her up with a grip on her shoulders. He probably wants to get in on having his dick sucked.

I slide between her lips and groan at how fucking good it feels. Warm. Wet. Fucking perfect.

“Never seen a sexier sight than you wearing our collar,” Bedlam growls against Heather’s pussy.

I brush her hair back from her face before palming the back of her head. My fingers tighten in her hair to pull her off my dick and turn her head so she’s facing Zach. Her tongue laps at the crown of his dick, scooping up the pre-cum beading there.

Heather moans around Zach’s cock as she tries to push back against Bedlam. I look over and his fingers are digging into the globes of her ass. He’s probably gripping her tight enough to leave bruises. They’ll look delicious on her.

I pull her off Zach’s cock and he shoots me a glare which has me smirking in return. Her body tightens and is racked with a full body shudder. It’s hot as hell.

“Fuck, yes,” she moans as she comes.

Bedlam pulls away from her pussy and kneels on the bed while rolling a condom down his length. He slams into her, and Zach shifts slightly in front of her to brace her as she’s pounded from behind. The way she moans is sexy as fuck.

To pull her up on her knees, Bedlam wraps his arms around her waist and his hips cradle hers. Zach kisses our woman as I reach between them and play with her nipples. The look of bliss on her face, the way she accepts our dominance, is a sight to behold.

“Just fucking perfect,” I growl. “After you take Bedlam’s cock, you’ll be taking mine and Zach’s at the same time.”

Heather’s eyes roll back in her head as she bounces on Bedlam’s dick. My eyes fixate on where he’s disappearing inside her pussy.

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