Page 333 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two

In my bedroom, Oliver and Wren are already undressed, and they make quick work of me and Ell. Oliver sees my knife and must get an idea of what I have planned because he waits for further instruction after that.

I shove Elliot forward. “You, get on your back in the middle of the bed.” Once he does, I straddle him, running my hands over his bare chest. My fingers trail down his side to where the butterfly tattoo sits on his ribcage. “Oliver, Wren, come here.”

Both of them climb onto the bed. Oliver is on my left, and Wren is on my right. They’re both watching me eagerly.

“Kiss him,” I say, flipping open my knife. “Distract him from the pain.”

Oliver goes first, dipping his head down and sealing his lips to Ell’s. For a few brief seconds, I take in the sight. There hasn’t been an instance where watching them togetherhasn’tturned me on.

Placing one hand on Elliot’s shoulder to hold him down, I slowly lower my knife. “Stay still.”

Carefully, I slide the edge of the blade over the skin just below Elliot’s collarbone. I start with an “R,” smiling as blood wells from the cut. Elliot hisses from the pain when Oliver pulls away.

“Your turn, sweetheart.”

She caresses his face before leaning down and kissing him. I do a “W” next, and Oliver smiles when he sees. Just like I did with Wren, I keep the cuts as shallow as possible. Scarring isn’t Elliot’s thing, and it doesn’t take much to get enough blood.

Once I’ve finished, I quickly move onto the “O.”

“Rhett,” Elliot groans tightly once I’m halfway through.

“You can take it, pretty boy.” I do the last section before pulling away and admiring the way it looks. “All done.”

Wren pulls back, and she smiles when she sees. “You did all of us.”

“Fitting, don’t you think?” I run a finger through Elliot’s blood and use it to draw a small heart on Oliver’s chest. When Wren did it to me all those weeks ago, I thought it was sweet. Oliver seems to agree because when he sees it, his face lights up.

“Perfect,” he whispers.

I do the same thing to Wren and Ell, and just as I’m about to do it to myself, Elliot grabs my wrist. With his free hand, he dips his finger in the blood and paints the heart onto my chest himself.

“God, I love you,” I mutter before leaning down and slamming my lips to his. When he opens his mouth, I thrust my tongue inside, and he sucks on it before I pull away.

For a second, I let myself stare at the three of them. In all our time together, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt closer to them.

We did it. We actually did it.

Elliot wraps his hand around my cock and strokes, so I do the same thing to him. His skin is soft, and his dick is already hard.

“You like it when I make you bleed, Ell?” I ask him. “You like it when I mark you as ours?”

With a groan, Elliot nods. “You know I do.”

Oliver grabs the lube for us and squirts some onto my hand when I hold it out. Just as he’s about to do the same thing for Elliot, I knock his hand away and begin stroking both our dicks together.

“Wren, sit on his face,” I say.

“Fuck yes,” Elliot moans. As Wren crawls on top of him, he caresses her thighs. “Fucking suffocate me.”

“Ohhh,” she gasps when he pulls her down. She reaches out and grabs onto Oliver’s shoulder as her eyes widen. “Oh god, Ell.”

With my free hand, I grip her chin and angle it upward so she’s looking at me. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

She does, and I spit onto her tongue. Satisfaction swirls through me as I watch her swallow. She cranes her neck upward, her eyes begging for a kiss, and I happily give it to her. When we pull away, Oliver is there, and his lips brush against mine.

“Let me?” he asks, and I feel his fingers feathering over the back of my hand.

Nodding, I let go of mine and Ell’s cocks. My hand is quickly replaced by both of Oliver’s as he kisses me fully.