Shattered: A Dark Romance

I go down willingly, my knees hitting the soft area rug. I feel small with the four of them towering above me, fully clothed in comparison to my nakedness.

“Open your mouth.” Noah demands, and I do, letting myself sink into the euphoria of my postorgasmic haze. I open my mouth for him to stick two of his fingers in, the two that were just getting me off. I suck the heady, sweet taste of myself from his fingers, my eyes flickering up to meet his. There's a wash of approval coating his features with a touch of lust.

“You believe me now?” he taunts. I think he loves to see me like this, on my knees for him. The power dynamic is completely in his favor, all of their favors really.

I nod my head and he pulls his fingers from my mouth with a pop. “Use your words, Mik,” he growls.

“Yes,” I whisper softly. “I believe you.”

A small smile flickers across his mouth, turning his lips up ever so slightly. “I need you to prove it now, baby girl. Can you do that for me?”

A chill runs down my spine at his words. Prove it. I shouldn’t be surprised that he needs my obedience, my loyalty in order for him to believe me. He needs to see me listen to him, to fucking obey his words in order for him to know without a doubt that I belong to him.

A year ago, I don’t think he’d question where my loyalties lie. But ever since that night, everything about us has been in turmoil. My head is in a fucked up place, keeping me on edge at all moments.

Everyone has an idea, a theory, something they believe in.

Except me.

I have no memories, no inklings. Only a shit ton of emptiness and a head full of confusion.

But the weed has made things clearer. Stripping back all the layers of doubt, calming all the noise and leaving me with what's right in front of me.

I look up again, meeting Noah’s dark eyes. He looks precarious, sinister even. A dark curl falls over his forehead and he looks down at me expectantly.

I feel the rest of them around me, stroking themselves and waiting for the okay to take what they want. They are waiting for me to agree, give my consent to what's about to happen here.

I nod.

“Words, Mikaela.” Noah orders.

“Yes.” I whisper first, and then repeat myself more clearly. “Yes.” Because I do want this. Regardless of the subtext beneath the action. I yearn to be touched by them, I want to touch them.

I wanted everything that comes along with being on my knees for these four boys.

Beckett. Vaughn. Pax. Noah.

Hell, I think I even want the subtext. I want to prove my loyalty to them, to transport myself back to a time when all of this heaviness wasn’t fucking weighing on me.

Noah smiles, this time wider, the corners of his mouth reach up farther. “Such a good girl,” he whispers, palming the side of my cheek.

It’s stupid that the praise warms something inside of me. It should feel demeaning, I think. But instead, I love it, I work for it, for Noah’s approval.

He gestures to someone, Vaughn I think, but I don’t move my head or take my gaze off him. Vaughn hands over something, it takes me a moment to recognize the piece of fabric as the tie he had been loosely wearing.

“I’m going to cover your eyes,” Noah tells me, holding the tie for me to see. “I want you to take care of my brothers, can you do that, baby girl?”

I nod my head, agreeing and Noah ties the fabric over my eyes shielding me from seeing anything else. It heightens the experience, having one sense taken away. Everything else is in overdrive, each hand on my body sets my skin alight. I can distinctly smell the weed wafting off of Beckett, the coffee and cedarwood scent of Noah.

“Open,” Noah says and I feel something hit the seam of my lips with a light nudge.

I part my lips, allowing someone's cock to enter. I take him in slowly, savoring the taste as he glides into my mouth. I use my hand to assist me, stroking him while I suck and lick and tease. Eventually it becomes too much and I can feel him tense in my hand. I pick up the pace, letting him sink his cock into me, hitting the back of my throat. He comes with a growl, which I’m certain belongs to Vaughn, letting the ropes of his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallow eagerly.

I only have a brief moment to inhale a deep breath before someone else comes to my lips, nudging me open. Hands run over my body while I work, working their way down until they reach my core.

“Open,” I hear Noah’s voice whisper cooly and I comply, spreading my legs for him.

I’m dripping, and his hum of approval confirms it for me. He drags a finger achingly slow through my folds, gathering up the wetness and bringing it to my clit. One circle and then he abandons my swollen nub, aching for any glide of friction.