Kian’s large, tattooed hand frames my face. “I would say you look beautiful, but the word doesn’t do you justice.’
Axel smirks before kissing my cheek. “I can’t wait to rip the wrapping paper off you so I can get to my present underneath.”
Ronan bends down, kissing my hand. “I’m blessed to be spending my life with you, Rabbit.”
“Okay, okay, this sappy shit is freaking me out. Well, except for you, Axel. You kept the cocky shit in your sappy line. Let’s get married already.”
Ronan winks at me before turning to our loved ones. “Thank you all for being here today. As you can see, this wedding is a little unorthodox, just like we are. Family is something you are born into or something you forge. I’ve been blessed because today, I get to say ‘I do’ to the three people I love. Since technically what we want to do isn’t legal in all fifty states, we’ve thrown a different shindig.”
Ronan eyes Kian, who’s slicing his hand with a blade. “We’re going to profess our love to family and friends and bind ourselves to each other our way.”
Kian passes the knife to Axel, who does the same thing. He hands it to Ronan, who repeats the action before finally, the knife gets to me.
The blood of my three men trickles from the blade, landing on the white rose petals. I inhale the fresh air around me as I slice my palm.
I hold up my hand as each man presses his palm against mine before merging them into each other. We link our hands, forming a circle, and chant in unison, “Today, I marry my best friends, my lovers, my confidants, my soulmates. Until death do us part, and even then, we’ll find each other.”
“Should we kiss?” Axel asks, his voice low and husky.
Kian and Ronan gaze at each other before they all turn to me. I laugh, throwing my arms around them, pulling them to me before I crush my mouth to theirs, and we kiss. A four-way act of debauchery in front of everybody.
ChapterEleven
KIAN
“We got you a present, wife.”I dangle the diamond choker in front of her. A thin band with a larger diamond circle in the front.
“You did? I didn’t get you anything.”
I push back from her, placing the necklace around her neck and clasping it. “You’re about to.”
I pull out the vial from my pocket and cut her chest with the same knife we used during the ceremony. My cock thickens at the sight of her fresh blood oozing from her chest. “I want your blood, Sweet Girl.”
My hand trembles as I place the vial under the cut. I watch as it pools drop by drop until it fills. “You have your collar, and I’ve got mine. I’m yours, Stella, tied to you in every single way. There’s no escaping me.”
Ronan pulls on his necklace, a gold chain. “I had a lock of your hair melted with gold to make the chain.”
Her eyes fall to Axel, who has a wicked grin on his face. He tugs at his necklace. “Remember when I made you squirt into that water bottle?” Stella nods. “There’s an artist who makes jewelry from bodily fluids. I got her to make this from your cum.”
“Now that’s taken care of, I think it’s time we consummate this union of ours,” I say, and the door rattles as I slam Stella against it and push my body into hers. She coughs as my forearm presses against her throat, holding her in place.
My cock hardens when she flinches from the pain I inflict by fisting her upper thigh. Stella is so pretty when in pain. “I want to cut you, Stella, to bathe you in blood and capture your pain on canvas for the world to see.” I press my cock against her, and she shivers. “I want you to scream for me as I cover you in cum.”
Her fingers trace the minor cut on her tit, and she laughs. “I think you already cut me.”
God, I love her laugh. It’s the sweetest sound in the world. For someone like me who’s rarely seen light or goodness, it’s rare to hear something so pure.
I crush my lips to hers, letting the taste of her flood my senses. I could get lost in Stella. She has this power over me to make me forget everyone and everything. She’s my calm in a frantic world. I love the guys, but Stella is the center of my heart. Without her, I couldn’t function. I couldn’t survive.
She slips her tongue into my mouth, and my teeth sink in, digging into the soft flesh, drawing the blood my monster craves. Few women could handle me and be open to giving me what I need. But Stella gives in to me selflessly.
“I love you,” I whisper against her pillowy lips.
She brushes my mouth with a smile. “I know.”
My hands circle the collar she’s wearing as I clip on the dog leash. “Now get on the floor, whore, and present me your ass.”
Stella drops on all fours without hesitation. Her soft hair is like silk under my hand as I caress her head, tugging on the leash and moving her into the apartment. “Good girl.”