Chapter Forty-Seven

Ido my best to swallow back the painful cry I want to release as Dom begins fucking my ass so hard I see stars. He needs this, I need this. We all do. My eyes come to Zayden, who is still fucking me gently.

“Where is your knife, Zay?”

He frowns at that. “Nightstand. Why?”

“Get it,” I say.

He pauses for a moment, slowly pulling out of me before he grabs it. It’s the same knife he’s used on me before, obviously his favorite, and when he flicks the blade out, fear clenches inside of me. I push it away, though, as I speak.

“Use me.”

For some reason, he hesitates, shaking his head as he sinks his cock back inside me.

“Not today, angel. You don’t need it today.”

“You do, though. All that anger is still inside of you, Zay. From your parents, your childhood, from today. You need this, and I need you to have it. Let it out, make me bleed.”

He closes his eyes tightly, a hazy look taking over when he opens the knife again. Zayden begins tracing my skin with it like he always does, the sharpness of the blade a mere tease for what’s to come. Goosebumps erupt across my skin regardless, as he drags it over my nipples and between my breasts.

Dom’s grip on my throat tightens as he grunts and groans through his own trauma and horrors. They are everything for me, everything to me, and I want to be everything to them, even in the darkest of times.

Without warning, Zayden slices my stomach just to the side of my belly button. I wince as I look down at the four-inch cut. Fuck, I think that’s the biggest he’s ever done before. Blood immediately comes to the surface, and he leans down, his tongue licking at the seam. It stings at first, but the pleasured groans that come from him make it worth it.

He lifts his face up, his lips tinged red before he greedily licks at them, his thumb coming to the cut, massaging over it lightly like it’s my clit. Maybe it is because, for some fucked-up reason, it makes my pussy pulse, that pain and pleasure overwhelming me as Dom continues fucking me like he’s trying to ruin me.

“Do you like being cut up, baby? Does it feel good?” Dom asks in my ear.

“Yes,” I moan. “I like what it does to Zay. He goes feral for me, and it fucking soaks me,” I moan as Zayden makes another cut beneath it, smaller this time, but it bleeds quite a bit all the same.

Zay stares at the blood, completely entranced, as he fucks me deeper than before.

“So perfect, angel. So goddamn perfect,” he grits through clenched teeth lifting the knife to his mouth, running his tongue along the bloodied blade as he does.

Something about this moment shakes a memory loose from the first time I experienced this, something he said. The words spill from my mouth as I moan, “Mark me, Zay.”

His thrusts skip a beat as he looks down at me, his clear, crystal blue eyes practically a dark indigo right now.

“What do you mean, angel?”

“Make me yours. Mark me forever, please,” I beg.

His eyes practically roll into the back of his head like that is the most erotic thing he’s ever heard before he lowers the knife.

“Right here,” I say over my heart. “Just like your tattoo. I want to match you.”

He hesitates for a moment before he cups my left breast, lifting it up and pushing the tip of the blade against the skin, just a hair beneath it. It’s lower than his, and I want to say that when he speaks.

“I don’t want anyone to see it but us, it’s only us, angel.”

In the next moment, the knife bites into my skin, causing my body to clench and both of the men to groan as I do. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It hurts way more than the other little cuts, but I don’t think Zayden would stop even if I asked him to right now, he’s power- and blood-drunk as I look down and watch him carve a perfect Z into my skin.

“And a D,” I grit through clenched teeth.

Dom’s thrusts falter as I turn to look at him.

“Mark me for Dom too, please.”

Zay watches me for a moment before nodding, cutting a D right beside it. Once he’s done, Zayden presses his hand over the Z, and I feel Dom’s hand come around me to cover the D.

“Even in death, forever mine,” Zayden says.

“Forever ours,” Dominic agrees.

I nod my head as my orgasm begins to creep up on me. Zayden’s other hand reaches down and begins rubbing my clit, causing me to pant out my words.

“Forever.”

His hand slaps down across my clit in the next second, forcing a scream out of me as my entire body tenses and both Dom and Zay to release.

We all still as one, heavy breathing and sweaty skin, Zayden presses his lips to mine before forcing me to turn my head to Dominic, kissing him right after. I can’t think of an easier promise I’ve ever made in my life. There isn’t anywhere or anyone I’d rather be with, ever. No matter what happens, I know that will never change. I’m forever theirs, I always have been.