“More,” I begged. “I want all of you. I want to please you all. Use my body,” I said, my inner sex demon awakening to come and be a total kinky freak.
“You heard the woman,” Niall said gruffly, slowing his pace, the strain in his posture telling me he was working to hold off his own release. “All of ya use this perfect body like she wants it to be used.” Niall fisted one hand in my hair and the other gripped my cuffs as he dragged me upright, remaining inside me as he gave room for Mateo and Jack to approach. Mateo laid down on the bed in the spot I’d vacated and Niall lowered me onto him, Mateo’s hands steadying me before he lined his cock up with my pussy and Niall spread me even wider for him.
I gasped as Mateo eased inside me, the two of them within me making me shudder with pleasure as Dead Man sunk all the way into me, stretching me out until I’d taken all of him.
“Follow my lead,” Niall commanded, drawing halfway out of me before starting to fuck me again.
“Fuck you,” Mateo snapped, starting to fuck me too and I whimpered as they moved out of rhythm, defying each other.
“Stop,” I begged and Niall reached past my head, locking his hand around Mateo’s throat. “You fuck her right, or you don’t fuck her at all.”
“Hijo de puta,” Mateo snapped, shoving Niall’s hand off of him.
“Hold him down, Jack,” Niall commanded and AJ’s hand closed around Mateo’s throat instantly, the sight of that making me nearly purr in delight.
“Good boy,” Niall chuckled, fucking me faster. “Now behave little donkey, or I’ll enforce a pussy ban on you for a month.”
Mateo growled and thrashed, but as Niall weighed me down to stop him from rising and Jack worked to keep him in place too, Mateo slowly gave in, starting to fuck me in time with Niall until my moans were colouring the air like a glittering rainbow.
“Let him go, big fella. He’s being good now,” Niall said.
I kissed Mateo as Jack eased his hand off of his throat and my Dead Man gave me a look that said he was descending into his dark place. He gripped my hips, fucking me hard and starting to move me, working with Niall as they held me between them and without my hands, I could do nothing but go along for the ride.
“C’mere, Jack. Our Spider looks like she wants more. Don’t you, love?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Jack moved onto the bed beyond Mateo, his large hand moving to grip my face before he leaned forward and thrust the head of his cock between my lips. I moaned around his tip, tasting his precum before taking him in as far as I could.
Niall spanked my ass as he came with a groan that lit me up inside and Mateo kicked him back, forcing him away from me and dominating my body as he claimed it for his own. He locked his legs around mine and thrust up into me with a fury that had me gasping around Jack’s cock.
AJ gripped my chin, drawing my gaze up to his, and one final flick of my tongue had him spilling himself down my throat with a beast’s roar.
I barely had time to swallow before Mateo tugged me off of Jack and rolled us over, my hands pinned behind my back, turning numb with pins and needles. Mateo pressed me down and drove himself into me, his nails digging into the flesh of my legs as he lifted my hips so he could fill me to the brim. He was always so careful when he fucked me, working not to snap so that he wouldn’t go to his most depraved place. But I didn’t want him holding back with me this time. I wanted to feel every bite and raw edge of his power. I knew he feared hurting me, but that was a risk I was willing to take because being at the mercy of this monster was a thrill like nothing I’d ever known.
“I trust you,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t hold back.”
Mateo’s dark gaze flashed with a mixture of hesitation and heady desire.
“Don’t pull him off,” I told the others firmly as their shadows drew closer.
“Can’t promise that, love,” Niall said as he took the new taser from his nightstand that he’d bought in Vegas.
Mateo’s hands closed around my throat and a vicious grin lifted his lips as he started to swell inside me and I lost the ability to breathe. He pounded into me hard enough to hurt, but I loved that pain, I loved seeing him lose control and fall into the chaos of the darkness within him.
My ears popped and blackness started to curtain my vision, a sense of euphoria filling Mateo’s eyes as he watched, and I loved that I could give him this. That my death might just be the biggest turn on of his life, even if only for a moment. But he wasn’t going to kill me. I knew that, really. He loved me, and he’d never actually hurt me.
“Mi sol,” he rasped, a moment of clarity finding him and his fingers loosening like I’d known they would.
But then Niall’s taser drove into his side and I cried out as the electricity poured through me too, and suddenly I was coming so hard I was almost blinded by it. But if this was the last thing I ever saw, then take my damn eyes and cast them into hell.
Mateo growled in pain, his fingers falling from my throat and as Niall withdrew the taser, my Dead Man drove deep into me and stilled, coming with a groan that set me on fire inside.
Mateo panted and clawed at the sheets, surrounding me entirely as every muscle in his body tensed and I was one with him for an eternal, perfect moment.
His forehead fell to mine and a beautiful smile spread across his lips as he realised he had unleashed his demon fully and controlled it.
“You freed me, Brooklyn,” he panted. “From every shackle that has ever been wrapped around my soul. Gracias, chica loca. Te amo más de lo que amo el sabor de la muerte.”
SEVEN YEARS AFTER THAT
“M ierda,” I muttered, my hand stroking down the cold spine of the big bastardo of a dog who had spent the best years of his life within our family.
It had been weeks of failing medications and a long road to this point, but his time had finally come. He was a good dog, violent, actively aggressive and all kinds of problematic, but then so were the rest of us.
We’d known his end was coming, and in all fairness, he was at least a good five years older than a dog his size really should have lived. But despite having been prepared, I still felt a weight of sorrow in my chest over him leaving us.
I sighed, stroking him again and eyeing the scar on my fingers which would now serve as a memory to him beyond his passing.
I reached out carefully and shook Niall’s arm. The four of us had all slept in the big bed in his room with the dog every night this week, knowing his time was drawing close.
Brooklyn had been in denial of course, claiming he was just in need of extra snugs and kisses, but Niall, Jack and I had seen the truth of it.
Niall jerked awake, a blade he’d gotten from fuck knew where pressing to my throat so fast that I didn’t even have time to block it and I cursed at him beneath my breath as he blinked himself awake and took in the state of things.
“Ah, shit,” he murmured, withdrawing the knife and reaching out to pet the big dog’s body, a look of genuine grief crossing his features which bonded us together for a moment as we accepted that the brute really was gone.
Niall’s eyes turned to Brooklyn who was curled up against Jack’s chest, his eyes open and fixed on us as he took in what had happened.
“We can’t let her see him like this,” I murmured in a low voice and Niall nodded.
For years we’d all been trying to convince Brooklyn to release the dog from her vow of suicide in the event of his death, but she hadn’t budged an inch. And as much as I loved my insane woman, I was certain that she would truly end herself over this loss. She really was that loco. But there hadn’t been much we could do in preparation for it aside from make some loose plans to try and cover up what had happened.