Chapter Sixteen
My pulse calmed whenI recognized the shape as Whist. Where the hell had he come from and when did he get in here? Damn assassin. He said nothing, instead he stood at the side of the bed, watching me with his gleaming moonlight eyes.
Had the others slipped in as well? I tried to search the shadowy corners for them, but only found Aster headed back for the bed, showing no surprise at the sight of Whist.
Whatever Aster had from the trunk he placed out of my sight at the end of the bed.
The slightest tendril of nerves trickled up my spine at having the two of them, my two most dominant kindreds, angry and ready to dole out punishment. The last time we played together, there had been too much relief at being reunited to bring much torment.
Aster mentioned a flogger. Was I really ready for that? I’d certainly enjoyed the spankings.
Whist turned on another light, brightening up the room a bit more and Aster stripped from his clothes, his eyes burning into me with blue flames.
I spread my legs as Aster joined me on the bed, but he laid himself out beside me instead of on top of me like I wanted. He spread stinging nips along my body, starting from my lips and traveling to the inside of my thighs, the nips deepening to bites. He marked my body.
A naked Whist joined us on my other side and make marks of his own. They bit and licked every sensitive spot they could find until I was a trembling, mewling mess. My skin burned where they branded me and the heat shot straight for my core.
Whist kissed me and dipped his fingers inside me and I opened up for him, wanting him deeper, harder, but he kept slow strokes that kept the ember burning but allowed no flames to burst into life.
He pulled them out, and I cried out a protest, yanking at my restraints. Aster knelt beside him and slid something hard and cold and curved inside me to replace Whist’s fingers. I remembered that. The carved cock. I shuddered as Aster pressed it against the soft spot inside me.
Whist tilted my hips and oil spilled between my ass, then another one was pushing past the tight ring of my back hole.
I sucked in a shuddering breath as the two fake cocks filled me.
My prince and assassin watched me, each holding a leg, each holding a carved dick inside me, keeping me open for their perusal. They moved them in tandem and I lifted my hips, chasing the sensation.
They pumped them in and out in lazy motions for a moment before they released me, dropping me back onto the bed.
Aster reached across me and pulled Whist into a kiss, making me whimper and moan at the sight. Whist crawled over me to join Aster and they rolled together away from me.
The bastards.
I remembered the threat perfectly now.
Aster pulled away just long enough to glare at me. “If you come before we’re done, I will make you wear the one in your ass all night. Maybe all day tomorrow too.”
I clenched around the plugs inside me, a desperate, reedy sound coming from my throat.
Whist and Aster proceeded to completely ignore me, lost in each other, stroking, kissing, teasing. Their touches changed, went from soft and exploratory, to harsh and turned into a battle for dominance.
They met in a clash of teeth and groping hands, rolling over and over, whoever ended up on top flashing a wicked grin. It was completely different than when Saber and Sky were together. There was a love and care between the two of them. Between Aster and Whist there was competition and loyalty, but not love. They were fucking for fun, for me.
Because they knew how beautiful I thought it was. And because the assholes wanted to torture me, punish me for making them worry and fear.
What did it say about me that I liked it?
I squirmed, short breaths panting from me as I drank them in—their corded muscles bunching and flexing as Whist bent to taste Aster, making him fist the sheets and growl in demand. Whist grinned around the length in his mouth and took him deeper, shoving two fingers inside Aster’s ass.
My nails bit into my palms as I shifted on the bed, the plugs rubbing against each other through the thin wall inside me. It shot pleasure and heat through me, making me gasp.
Aster surged up, grabbed Whist by his arms and flipped him to his stomach. Whist’s smile was all teeth as he raised his ass in the air, waiting for Aster to prepare and enter him. Even though Aster was the one topping this time, Whist certainly wasn’t a submissive partner. He shoved back onto Aster, fucking himself on Aster’s cock. They slammed together, their faces contorted in pleasure.
I yanked at my bonds, wanting to join them, taste them, feel them. My breaths grew heavier, my nipples hardened to the point of pain.
Aster stiffened against Whist and came with a roar I felt down to my bones. I was almost sobbing with need, my hands numb from how hard I thrashed against the rope keeping me from them. The plugs kept me right on the edge, but refused to knock me over.
Once Aster stilled, Whist pulled away from him, making Aster hiss. Whist grinned over his shoulder and raised to his knees to pull him into a kiss, a gentler one this time. They were so bloody beautiful.
And they were mine.
They crawled over to me, Whist yanking my legs apart, playing with the ends of the plugs until a haze fell over me and I ended up limp, no longer able to plead or protest. At this point, they could do whatever they wanted, and I’d welcome it.
The fake cock in my pussy slid out of me and Whist handed it to Aster, and then Whist’s cock replaced it, stretching me wide with the plug in my ass still in place, making me sing out relief in a warbled tone. I watched through half-lidded eyes as Aster grinned evilly at me and shoved the plug into Whist’s ass.
Whist growled and glared over his shoulder at Aster, who smiled innocently as he pumped the thing in and out of Whist. Whist slammed into me harder, making a keening noise whistle from my throat, the haze around me thickening as my body lit up with sparks and my veins ran hot with molten lava flowing through every inch of me, making me burn.
I erupted, shaking and bucking against Whist and the ropes, Whist following me into bliss.
When I came back to myself, I was unbound, cleaned off, and curled between them. They took turns kissing me and then scooted closer, their touch and scent lulling me.
“You all right, gorgeous?”
“Mhmm.”
The door creaked open and Sky and Saber padded over, climbing in with us. It was a tight fit, but we made it work.
Aster grunted. “We need a bigger bed.” He scooted closer to me with Saber on his other side. “We meet with the Council in the morning. Indigo and I wanted you to join us.”
I shot up with a gasp. “I forgot. Bastian and I found something that might help.”