Page 42 of Beautiful Beasts

E very man in Bella’s life has treated her like trash, like an object to be used. Griffin took and took and continued to take from her. He didn’t care about the damage he was inflicting. She doesn’t trust easily; sometimes, I can see in her eyes when she is waiting to figure out what I want from her. She is waiting for me to take from her like everyone else in her life has.

I won’t do it. In fact, I am going to prove to her that I will bleed for her and only her. I will prove to her that she is the only one I need.

I have been watching her on the cameras with Harley, and I know what he is doing to her right now. I thought it would sting. Talking about him loving her and claiming her is one thing, but watching it happen is different. I watched him whisper into her ear, watching them watch each other as his hand went into the boxers she was wearing, and watching him ease her onto the couch while he was being gentle with her didn’t cause jealousy to come to the surface. Instead, appreciation came forth.

I appreciate that he can give her something I can’t. I will not lie and tell her I can be that for her when I know it is not in me to do so. But Harley, he can give her that emotional and mental stability that I can’t. I am the physical one, the one that will burn this house to the ground and kill anyone who touches her. I am the one who will show her that I love her by how I make her body sing for me.

Harley is different. He was her friend first. He was patient, kind, and understanding, hanging out with her, talking to her, and reading books with her. He is a better man than I am when it comes to her. That is just the fucking truth.

He and I will complete her. I can see that we will complete each other by watching them now.

I want to be what she needs, but right now, she needs him. I can physically show her again that I am hers, that she is the only one I crave, and that no other woman will take her place by my side. But the only way I know how to show her all of this is by actually fucking bleeding for her, by bonding myself to her in a way I have never done before.

There is nothing more intimate than blood play. Doing it right can connect you to someone in an intimate, passionate way that can never be undone. If you do it right and allow someone to scar you because you love them, the scar will hold a different meaning.

Scars remind us of what we have survived, but tonight, the scars will remind us that we have given ourselves to a woman that we will forever need to continue to earn her love and trust. We will have to work at it, and I know Harley and I will do whatever it takes.

Harley and I have scars from our past, scars that remind us of the darkness we have become, but these scars will remind us that we can be more than what our past has made us.

Bella deserves two men who would do anything for her, even allow her to scar them however she wants. Her scars are not something we will ever be able to cover up, but I am hoping that with time, we will be able to kiss away the pain and replace them with our own when she is ready.

I hear moaning from the library, and my heart races as I open the library door. I wanted to come in sooner but needed to give them their time together. She deserves to be worshipped and loved, and that is what Harley is doing for her right now, but I can’t just watch on the camera anymore. I need to be in the room to hear her moans, see her release, and watch her body shake as Harley gives her another piece of himself in a way he has never done before. I need to watch them both get off.

I step inside, close the door behind me, and quietly make my way over to the fireplace. Leaning against the stone, I tighten my grip on the knife as I watch Bella. Her head rests on a pillow, her neck is stretched out, her back is arched into Harley, her mouth is open, and her breathing is unstable. Harley is biting and sucking on her neck as he continues to push his fingers into her wet pussy.

“Harley!” She screams. Her body is shaking as her release takes her away from us. He continues to work her pussy until she comes down.

Fuck me, seeing her like this with him is fucking hot as hell.

Harley stops moving, and Bella sinks into the couch as she tries to catch her breath. Harley pulls back and looks over her beautiful, sweat-covered face.

“We belong to you, Bella, in every sense of the word, and it is time we show you,” he says as he leans down and kisses her forehead.

He pulls his fingers out of her and slowly stands up. She opened her eyes, and we watched him as he stuck his fingers into his mouth. A growl escapes him as he tastes her juices on his fingers.

Holy fuck.

Harley stands up and reaches out his hand to Bella, and she takes it without question. Knowing she trusts us with her heart, body, and soul; fuck, it makes me feel something I don’t have words for yet.

Harley moves to the side as I push off the stone and walk over to her, pulling her into my chest.

“I think it is time we show you that we love you, Sweetheart,” I confess.

She looks over my face, her eyes burning deep into me. “How?” She asks curiously. That is my good fucking girl.

I tilt my head to the side as I eye her neck, seeing the teeth marks that Harley marked and claimed her with. I gently brush my fingers along her neck as I look into her eyes. They are filled with darkness, confusion, desire, and need.

“It is time for you to mark us,” I say in a low, dark voice.

“What do you mean?” She asks concerned.

To the outside world, we are fucked up, and we might not make sense, but pain, marking all of it, is something we are used to; it is a type of language we can understand. She wants to know us and for us to be vulnerable like we are silently asking her to be; well, this is the way we need to do it. This will be the start of us all coming together as one, and once it starts, there is no way to fucking take it back.

I take a deep breath, lift my hand with the knife, and show it to her as I slowly unbutton my shirt. Harley comes to my side, knowing what this is. No words need to be said between us.

We have scars from our past, but now we need one from her. Fucked up, I know, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is the meaning behind the scar she gives us tonight.

“Pick one of the scars on our chests and make it your own,” I instruct.

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