Chapter 27

Our breathing is heavy and the knife is pressed between us, but the look of feral hunger in Killian’s face only intensifies. “Are you going to use that on me, Everly?” he breathes out, his voice husky.

I smirk, bringing the tip of the knife up to the hollow of his throat. “Do you want me to?” I ask, starting to trail it downward again.

His chest rumbles and I’m surprised that Damon and Rayth haven’t interfered yet. I can see them in my peripheral vision, watching, waiting. “You would need to make it count to stop me from fucking you right now,” Killian growls.

Digging the knife a little deeper I drag it through the material of his shirt and the fabric parts, but so does his skin. He hisses, and brings his hand up to his chest, swiping his fingers through the cut I left behind before looking at the blood.

His whole body shudders, when he looks into my eyes again I know I only have seconds before I will no longer be in control of the situation. “Do we have condoms?” I ask because I know I never thought to pack them.

“We sent off your blood when we rescued you; you’re clean,” Rayth replies and I can’t even protest the invasion of privacy at that moment.

Bringing the knife back to Killian’s chest, I grin as I start to drag the blade back down it again. I make it halfway.

He rips it from my hand before he grabs my arm roughly with his other hand, hooking his leg behind mine and taking me down to the ground hard. The blood on the tiles beneath me has me sliding before he straddles my hips with his large body.

As Killian pins me down, his weight pressing against me, I feel a rush of excitement. His eyes burn with intensity as he holds me in place, the knife still gripped tightly in his hand. My heart races faster, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I can feel the heat between us.

He leans in close, his breath hot against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. ”Let me show you how to really play with a knife, angel,” he murmurs. My pulse quickens at his words, my body responding to his.

Suddenly, Damon”s voice cuts through the haze of desire. ”Do you remember your safe word, precious?” he asks, bringing me back to reality. My mind races for a moment before I remember. ”Strawberry,” I breathe out, the word barely escaping my lips.

Killian trails the flat of the blade over the skin of my chest, causing me to shiver in anticipation. For a brief moment, I fear the knife may only remind me of the torture I survived from Owen. But as he drags the knife along the same path, a completely different sensation washes over me.

The pain takes a moment to register, but with it comes a rush of adrenaline that floods my veins. My heart pounds in my chest, and arousal courses through me, mixing with the fear and excitement of the moment.

Killian watches my face intently, his eyes scanning every emotion flickering across my features. Whatever he sees seems to ignite something primal within him, and he stands abruptly, his hands moving to his pants.

”Get her pants off, now,” he snarls, his voice low and commanding. Without hesitation, Damon and Rayth hasten to help me out of my clothes, stripping me bare as quickly as they can. My pants are pulled off, along with the remains of my shirt, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

Before I can fully comprehend what”s happening, Killian is back, tearing off his own clothes with urgency. He wastes no time in lifting my leg with one hand, the other still clutching the knife, and thrusting his cock inside me with a force that leaves me breathless.

There”s no preparation, no warning, just the sudden, overwhelming sensation of him filling me completely. The stretch burns, but it hurts so good, and I close my eyes and breathe deeply, whimpering as pleasure and pain collide within me.

For a moment, he doesn”t move, giving me a chance to adjust to the intrusion. But then, the knife presses against my chest again, the tip digging deeper into my skin. I whimper again, the pain becoming more pronounced and when he shifts his hips, pleasure battles for dominance.

I want him to move, desperately craving the release that he promises with each thrust. The needy ache within me builds with each passing second, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

But instead of thrusting into me, he begins to carve something into my flesh, the movement of the blade precise and deliberate. I can feel the sting of each cut, the sensation both painful and intoxicating. When he”s finally done, he holds the knife out, and Rayth takes it from him.

Killian”s fingers press against the carving, tracing the lines. It”s his name, etched into my skin. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks the blood with a groan.

Feeling a surge of boldness, I press my own fingers to the cuts on my chest before tracing my name on his. His eyes shine with unhinged intensity.

He snaps, his hand bracing against the floor as he starts to thrust into me with a ferocity that leaves me reeling. His other hand wraps around my throat, using it as an anchor to keep me from sliding on the blood-slicked tiles beneath us. Our bodies move together in a frenzy of lust and violence, the line between pain and pleasure blurring until there”s nothing left but the raw need driving us both.

Our bodies are a tangle of heat and desire, slick with blood and sweat as Killian”s movements become more urgent, more savage. With each thrust, he drives deeper into me, his grip on my throat tightening as he loses himself in the frenzy of the moment.

The pain of his fingers digging into my skin only heightens the pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me with each rough touch. I arch my back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, lost in the overwhelming sensation of him inside me.

I know Damon and Rayth are watching, bearing witness to our shared descent into madness. But in this moment, I couldn”t care less about anything but the man above me, his body pressed against mine, his touch igniting a fire that consumes us both.

As Killian”s movements become more erratic, I feel myself hurtling toward the edge of oblivion. Pleasure and pain blend together until they”re indistinguishable, leaving me teetering on the brink of release.

And then, it crashes over us both and I’m dragged under in a whirlwind of sensations. My body spasms with ecstasy, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. In that moment, there”s nothing but the raw, primal need driving us both, a need that can only be sated by each other”s touch.

As the world fades into oblivion around us, I cling to him, lost in the storm of our passion. And I know one thing for certain: I never want it to end.

I’m still trembling when Killian pulls out of me, and I whimper at the feeling of emptiness inside me. “Don’t worry, little dove, I’ve got what you need,” Rayth murmurs as he takes Killian’s place above me. He is already naked, his cock hard and throbbing.

With a desperate need, I reach out to him, my fingers leaving crimson trails against his skin as I pull him closer. I can feel my pussy clenching in anticipation as he pushes into me.

A moan escapes my lips as he fills me, pleasure and need flooding my senses. My back arches instinctively, seeking more of him, more of the exquisite pleasure he offers.

I find myself lost in the sensation, lost in the overwhelming need for more. ”Mark me,” I moan, the words escaping my lips without conscious thought. ”Make me yours, like Killian did.”

He doesn”t ask if I”m sure, he doesn”t hesitate; he simply takes the knife Killian offers and starts carving into the skin under my left breast. I”m more prepared for it now, and this time I savor the feeling of the knife cutting into my skin, of knowing he is carving his own name into me, leaving his mark on me.

My pussy throbs with need, aching for more of their touch, more of their possession. As Rayth finishes carving his name into my flesh, he leans down and kisses me savagely, his lips demanding and hungry. He rolls us over until I”m above him, and I moan as I rock my hips, enjoying the movement of his cock inside me.

But then, another hand touches my back, and I know without looking that it”s Damon. I moan again, shifting back in invitation, craving more of them both. Damon seems eager to grant my wishes, but not in the way I expect.

Cold liquid drips down the crack of my ass, and I gasp, pulling away from Rayth to look over my shoulder. Thankfully, it isn”t blood that Damon is using; he must have found Mitchell”s supply of lube. Without hesitation, Damon pushes a lubed-covered finger into my ass, and I clench around the intrusion, my body hyper-aware of all the sensations raging through me.

I beg and whimper, asking for more, more pain, more pleasure, more everything. My need is consuming, driving me to the edge of madness. Damon doesn”t hold back, pushing another finger into me, stretching me until I”m writhing beneath their touch.

Finally, he withdraws his fingers and slicks up his cock, positioning himself at my back entrance. He pushes in slowly, past the ring of muscle, and I gasp at the sensation of being filled, of being stretched so completely. Damon rocks into me, burying himself to the hilt, and I”m overwhelmed by the feeling of being so full, so utterly possessed by them both.

We all groan as my body clenches around them, the sensation driving us to the brink of ecstasy. And then, just as I think I can”t take any more, I feel the tip of the knife against the skin of my shoulder blade.

The moment it digs in, it”s like fire ripping through me, igniting a need that consumes us all. My body trembles with pleasure and pain, the lines between the two blurring until there”s nothing left but the raw need driving us forward.

My body writhes between them as the last of them claim a piece of my flesh, and with it a piece of my body and soul. I am completely theirs and I can only hope that the blade”s work is permanent, that their names stay forever etched into my skin. Marking me in the most primal way possible.

It isn”t long before the blade goes clattering across the marble floor when Damon finishes marking me. Their hands grip me tightly, holding me between them as they set a relentless pace, driving me to the brink and beyond. At first, the pain mingles with the pleasure, sending waves of sensation coursing through my body. But soon, the pleasure takes over, consuming me completely as they take what they desire.

But they feel so good, so right, and there”s so much blood everywhere, beneath Rayth, all over my body, dripping from my cuts. And they were right, against the marble tiles, it looks epic.

The sound of our bodies colliding echoes through the space, the scent of sex and sweat and blood surrounds us and only heightens the savagery of the moment. I’m so full with their cocks filling me over and over again, the pleasure building inside me and threatening to drown me as my body starts to tighten around them. Every thrust, every touch, every drop of blood seems to push me closer to the edge of sanity, yet I find myself craving more, unable to resist the intoxicating pull of their desire.

I can feel the tension building within me, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. Each thrust, each touch, pushes me further and further until I”m teetering on the brink of release.

And then, as if sensing my imminent climax, they become unrestrained, uncontrolled, unhinged, driving me violently over the edge into a whirlwind of sensation. Pleasure floods my senses, drowning out the world around me as I succumb to overwhelming ecstasy.

I cry out, a scream torn from the depths of my soul, as waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me breathless. My body trembles with the force of my release, my muscles quivering in the aftermath as we all collapse onto the blood covered tiles.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as we bask in the afterglow of our passion, our bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat. And as I lay there, surrounded by them, I know that I am forever theirs, marked by their touch and etched with their names, bound to them in a bond that is beyond anything I have ever known before.

In that moment of blissful surrender, I am complete.