Page 32 of Vengeful Melodies (Heaven’s Guilt Revenge Tour Duet #1)

“Switch,” Takoa growls from across the room, voice sharp with need.

Kaiser pulls out, groaning, sweat on his brow as he backs away—and before I can process the loss, Bash has me turning, on all fours.

I’m weightless for a second, then my knees hit the soft cushion below, and his hands are on my hips.

The transition from my back to my knees, is so quick it takes my brain a moment to realize how fast he was with getting me into the position he wanted me in.

He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t tease.

He thrusts in deep and hard, and I break, moaning his name as he buries himself to the hilt. His pace is ruthless, his grip bruising, and every drag of him against my walls has me unraveling fast.

“God, Bash,” I whimper, hands clawing at the soft cushion, body rocking with each thrust.

Alix kneels in front of me, cradling my jaw, his green eyes dark and full of fire. “Open.”

I obey, parting my lips as he slides two fingers into my mouth. I suck, tongue curling around them, and he groans low in his throat.

“Just like that,” he purrs. “Such a good girl.”

Kaiser’s back—stroking himself beside Alix, watching me fall apart. His lips trail down my spine, soft and reverent, a contrast to the brutal rhythm behind me.

And then Takoa moves.

He says nothing as he steps forward, but his presence swallows the air in the room. His hand curls around the back of my neck, firm, grounding. Bash frees himself from me with an audible groan of protest, as Kai and Alix step back to give Takoa the room he needs.

He grabs me—flips me onto my back—and in one smooth, rough motion, he’s inside me. Deep. Demanding.

My eyes roll back.

“Takoa,” I gasp, voice cracking. “Fuck—yes.”

“Say it again, Little muse” he growls, pistoning his hips.

“Takoa.”

“You take us so well, muse” he murmurs, leaning down to bite my lip. “You were made for this. For us.”

All of them are around me now.

Alix feeds me his cock as I moan and writhe beneath Takoa, his fingers gentle in my hair as he whispers praise against my ear.

Kaiser kisses across my ribs, his fingers teasing my clit in time with Takoa’s thrusts.

Bash watches from beside the chaise, stroking himself, eyes glued to where Takoa disappears inside me over and over.

Pleasure builds fast—hot and dizzying. I’m raw and stretched and worshipped. Their mouths, their hands, their bodies—it’s all too much and still not enough.

I come with a scream, my body shattering, every nerve lit and flickering.

Takoa doesn’t stop.

They flip me again. Hands reposition me, mouths steal mine, cocks fill me. I lose track of who is inside, whose hand is between my thighs, whose mouth is sucking marks onto my skin. I don’t care.

I’m theirs. And they are mine.

It’s beautiful and brutal, sinful and sacred—four bodies tangled around me, taking and giving and worshipping all at once. They pull me apart and put me back together, over and over, until I can’t breathe, can’t speak, can only feel.

When it’s over, I collapse on the lounge, limp and trembling, skin marked with bites and kisses, hair wild, lips swollen.

I'm not sure who moves me from the lounge, and to the master bedroom.

What hand cleans me like I'm fragile, and something to take care of.

But I feel the dips in the bed, and the guys slowly join in, each claiming a spot around me…

and deeper below the flesh, in my soul these four men are now part of me.

Kaiser curls around me first, wrapping his arms around my waist.

Bash sprawls across my back, still catching his breath, dropping soft kisses against my shoulder.

Alix pulls me into his chest, stroking sweat-damp curls from my face.

Takoa rests his hand possessively on my hip, chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths.

I fall back asleep like that—claimed by four rock-stars, held, safe in the storm of them.

The first thing I notice when I wake is the heat—radiating from every side of me, wrapped around me like a second skin.

The second is the ache. Between my thighs. In my hips. Across my neck where kisses turned to bites. Every inch of me hums with the memory of last night—raw, used, worshiped.

I blink open my eyes, sunlight bleeding through the curtains in warm gold streaks, and I’m greeted by Kaiser’s face—peaceful, soft, boyish even.

He’s spooned against my back, one arm locked tight around my waist, hand splayed low on my stomach.

I can feel his morning wood nestled against me, and despite the soreness, a quiet throb pulses low in my belly.

There’s a heavy weight draped over my legs. Bash. He’s tangled sideways across the bottom half of the bed like he tried to stay close and gave up halfway. His face is buried in my thigh, soft snores escaping him.

In front of me, Alix sleeps on his back, his arm hooked loosely under my neck, letting me use his chest as a pillow. His hair is a mess, his lips parted just slightly, and his tattooed torso rises and falls in a slow rhythm.

Takoa’s sitting on the edge of the bed, already awake. Shirtless. Legs spread. Elbows resting on his knees as he scrolls through something on his phone. The muscles in his back flex when he glances over his shoulder at me.

“You’re awake,” Takoa murmurs, voice still thick with sleep.

“Barely,” I whisper, trying not to wake the others. “What time is it?”

“Too early,” Takoa says, but there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips.

I shift slightly, and Kaiser groans behind me, burying his face in the back of my neck. “No moving. Stay,” he mumbles like he’s talking to a puppy.

“She’s gonna need a minute before round two,” Bash mutters into my leg, his voice hoarse and amused. “Poor girl probably can’t even walk.”

I snort. “I can walk just fine.”

“Bet you’ll limp, though, Little Songbird” Bash says with a sleepy grin, eyes cracking open. “Badge of honor, sweetheart.”

“You’re an idiot,” Takoa mutters, but there’s no bite in it.

“I’m a legend,” Bash counters, throwing one arm up and flexing it dramatically before it drops back down over my calves.

Alix shifts, his lips brushing the top of my head. “You good, Darlin?” he asks softly.

I nod. “More than good.”

Kaiser’s hand slides down, fingers grazing my thigh. “You sure? We didn’t push you too hard, Siren?”

I twist a little in his hold and kiss his jaw. “You gave me exactly what I needed.”

Kai grins, dimples flashing. “Yeah, we did.”

Takoa stands, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’m making breakfast. Alix, you’re on coffee. Dreya, shower. You’re covered in sweat, cum, and bite marks..”

Bash perks up. “Can I help with that?”

“You can,” Kaiser says, already sitting up, voice husky and full of promise, “but only if I get in there first.”

“Dreya gets to choose,” Alix says, stretching with a lazy yawn, muscles rippling. “She’s the one who did all the work.”

I roll onto my back, arms flung across my face dramatically. “All of you are insane.”

“And you love it,” Bash purrs, already climbing out of bed and offering me a hand.

I let them pull me up—naked, sore, sorely tempted all over again.

Kaiser tosses me one of his shirts, but I just laugh and head for the bathroom without bothering. Bash follows, whistling low.

“Dibs on the loofah.”

Kaiser’s right behind us, voice thick with amusement. “Dibs on her.”

The shower’s already hot, steam curling through the air, clinging to the mirrors. Kaiser steps in first, pulling me in with him. His hands are instantly on my waist, guiding me under the water, his mouth pressing to my shoulder like he can’t keep from touching me.

“Still okay, Siren?” Kai murmurs, brushing wet curls from my face.

I nod, looking up at him. “I really am.”

Kai leans down and kisses me—slow and deep, all warmth and wet skin and the press of his body against mine. The metal from his piercings bumps against my skin, and I shiver at the memory.

Behind us, Bash climbs in with a grin, the water streaming over his chest. “Goddamn, this is the best way to wake up.”

“You mean crowded?” I tease.

“I mean naked with you two.” Bash lathers up his hands with soap, then runs them slowly down my back, grinning like the devil. “Let us take care of you, Songbird.”

Kaiser tilts my chin up, his voice low and sinful. “Let us worship you once more, Siren.”

The hot water runs over us as their hands glide across every inch of my skin—gentle this time, soft and coaxing. They don’t rush. They touch me like they have all the time in the world.