22. Kiera
Chapter 22
Kiera
T he night dances around us. The sound of crackling flames and moans drift over the darkened sky. My skin is on fire, melting away at each impossibly painful touch. It’s only painful because it’s just a touch. If they would just give me something else—strip me down and delve into my core—it wouldn’t hurt anymore.
My hand reaches out, gripping the back of Ruen’s head. I hold him to me as I slip my own tongue past his lips. Our bodies come together, grinding, wave after wave of lust swelling up within us. It reminds me of the night I was forced to dress for the Day of Descendance and watch the orgy that took place during the celebration.
Men with men. Women with women. Couples. Threesomes. Foursomes. It doesn’t matter. If there is a hole to be fucked, a cock eventually finds it. This place feels much the same, save for the odd sensation that I’m missing something.
My head reels as Ruen is yanked away from me too suddenly. I sway forward, crying out as his flesh leaves mine. I crave touch. Someone to ease the burning inside my limbs. Then another body steps forward and the heat of the fire raging inside me eases once more. Sunset eyes and golden hair dip in front of me. My mouth is taken in a rough kiss, harsh hands finding the globes of my breasts and squeezing tightly.
My clothes are long gone, their whereabouts unknown. My nipples pebble against my skin and rise to meet Theos’ palms. The roughness of his calloused hands scrapes my soft flesh and I thrust upward, needing more of him. As his tongue slides against mine, fucking my mouth in the same way that I suspect he wants his cock to fuck my cunt, he squeezes me again. Contracting and releasing my flesh in his grip, a demanding and frustrated whimper works its way free of my throat. His fingers loosen and then flutter around my nipples, tugging, twisting, pulling.
It’s as if there’s a string connecting my nipples to the place between my legs because each time Theos causes a bite of pain, my pussy seems to clench, releasing another gush of wetness. A sob transfers from me to him when his hands leave me abruptly only to come back down, this time on my hips. He drags my ass forward, the rough stone scraping my backside raw for a brief second before he lifts me completely away.
For a moment, I’m suspended in the air with nothing to keep me grounded. I’m flying, my body against Theos’ as his mouth steals kiss after kiss from my lips. He holds me against him, my belly straining to touch his abdomen but held back by the swells of my breasts pressed to his chest. The place between my thighs begs for touch.
“ Theos .” A male voice calls for my lovely kisser. He tries to disentangle himself, but I keep seeking out his mouth.
“No,” I whisper, begging. “Kiss me again.” I don’t want him to stop. I need him.
“Put her here,” the man says.
With a snarl, I turn towards him, ready to threaten life and limb to get him to leave us alone so that I can get Theos’ cock inside me as quickly as possible, but my rage dampens when I realize it’s Kalix.
Kalix wants me too. He’ll fuck me if Theos won’t. His eyes fixate on me, so swallowed by the green that the thin slits of his pupils are barely visible. That whimper from earlier breaks free at the sight even as my insides weep for his touch, his cock.
Without waiting for a response from either of us, Kalix practically rips me from Theos’ arms and turns me. My nails find his shoulders, digging in until liquid greets my touch. I know I’ve broken skin but I can’t seem to care and Kalix doesn’t even flinch. He simply bends me over the stone table and?—
“Fuck!” I scream as fangs sink into the place where my shoulder meets my throat. My nails sink into the grainy stone beneath me, the rough surface scraping at my sensitive nipples. If I thought the sensations of lust were like fire, they are nothing compared to the jolt of agony that spirals through me as I feel a strange toxin ooze from his fangs and into my flesh. My pussy contracts as wetness slips free to glide down the inside of one thigh.
My body trembles and shakes, seizing as Kalix merely grips me tighter, coiling around me like a massive snake in human skin. He holds me, pumping me full of venom until the last of the trembles have ceased. I sag, no fight left in me as my cheek meets flat stone. A heavy cock prods against my backside, sliding between my ass cheeks as Kalix continues whatever he’s doing.
Breathing heavily, feeling my limbs tingle as a spread of euphoria engulfs me, I don’t even notice when he retracts his fangs until a forked tongue licks at the bite marks. Gods… I’d like to have that tongue somewhere else.
“Later, I will let my serpents hold you down for me again, little liar,” Kalix murmurs against my ear, making me realize I hadn’t just thought those words, but spoken them aloud. “And I will take my time devouring you. Perhaps…” A wide palm spreads up my back, smoothing over my spine until he grips my nape and tightens.
Under his grasp, I feel controlled, dominated by a being far larger than me, far more dangerous. “I’ll even show you another change my body can produce than these fangs,” he whispers his promise like a threat, and oh, how I want him to make good on it.
“Hmmm.” My thought comes out in a garbled hum, no actual syllables seeming to make it past my throat.
He presses a soft kiss to my earlobe before that forked tongue flicks out and he uses the tip of one fang to carefully, gently pierce it. I arch up, the slight bite of pain renewing my sense of self. A gasp escapes me and he chuckles darkly.
“Did you know that snakes have two cocks?” he whispers in my ear, making the words sound like a naughty secret. I grit my teeth, imagining…
“How would that make you feel I wonder … would you like having a cock in your ass and the other in your pretty pussy?” My nails scratch at the stone beneath me hard enough that the beds throb with discomfort. Kalix laughs again, a wicked sound that only serves to make another rush of liquid heat pool in my stomach and escape down the inside of my legs.
“My brothers are here, too, you know. Why don’t we give you a taste of it tonight?” he asks and then without waiting for me to answer, Kalix’s palm on my nape reaches up, spearing into my hair. He grips me tight and yanks me up to standing. I cry out, reacting to the pain in my scalp even if it only serves to heighten the sensations brushing my skin.
Cold night air on my naked flesh. My breasts rising and falling as my nipples, tight little buds that they are, throb with a need for someone to pinch them, suck them.
“ Ruen ,” Kalix growls. That’s all he has to say and Ruen is climbing atop the stone table in front of us. I blink, glancing around, sure there were other things on that table earlier. Kalix doesn’t give me more time to think about anything but them though.
Driving me forward, he compels me to mount the table with Ruen. I swing my leg up and over Ruen’s thighs, my hands smoothing up the hard ridges of his abdomen. Scars or not, he’s a beautiful man and my lips curve upward as he grips my hips in his calloused palms. My hair is released once Ruen is under me.
I arch up, lifting and rolling my hips as I slide my pussy over Ruen’s cock. The hard length of him reaches up towards his belly button, the vein on the underside as pronounced as the one ticking in his jaw when he tightens his hold on me. My cunt slides along him, wetting him with my juices as my clit throbs with need. Ruen’s upper lip pulls away from his teeth. Unlike Kalix’s, Ruen’s are flat and white. Still, the sight of them makes me grin.
I drive my hips down, grinding atop him even harder, letting him feel the wetness oozing from my insides. Some of it was caused by him and some was caused by his brothers. Breathlessly, I scratch my nails up and down his chest. Curiosity has me using the sharp little edges on his own nipples and Ruen nearly jerks me off the table as precum drips from the head of his cock onto the small trail that leads from his belly button to his groin.
“Fuck!” he curses, midnight eyes flashing red. “You little tease.”
Laughter bubbles up out of my chest. Yes, I am a little tease. I’m a liar and a thief and a tease and a killer. I am all of those things and I don’t care anymore. In this place, I can be anything that I want and that’s alright.
Sweat trickles beneath my breasts and from the nape of my neck down to the crack of my ass. I feel breathless, panting, as if I can’t suck in enough air. The fire from the mountain of petrified wood has burned to nothing but embers, but ash still falls all around us. I don’t want to think about that. I don’t want to care why we’re here, I just want to be .
Ruen’s hands leave my hips. The heat of his palms drifts up my body, our skin brushing so closely together that I forget where I end and he begins. He cups my breasts, squeezing lightly as his thumbs feather over my nipples. Biting down on my lower lip, I arch up, pushing myself further into his grasp. It isn’t enough. I reach down, covering his hands with my own.
“ Harder ,” I beg.
Ruen’s sharp gaze meets mine, his eyes widening slightly despite the drunken look in them. The sound of male voices interrupt the quiet between us—Kalix and Theos. The clink of something metal or perhaps glass? I ignore it and give my whole focus to the man beneath me. Kalix chose to leave me with Ruen again, so Ruen gets all of my attention now.
Soft moans and footsteps linger in the air somewhere else in the garden. I know we shouldn’t do this here. In fact, I know that were I in my right mind, I’d be scrambling off Ruen and searching for my clothes that seem to have disappeared right off my body. Mors pallium or not.
Death comes for me? Death has been my companion for years. My father’s. My pride’s. Those brought at my own fingertips. I have been death’s apprentice for so long that I’ve forgotten what it actually feels like to live.
I force Ruen’s hands to move against my body, contracting my fingers around his so that he is forced to dig into me. Rotating my hips again so that my entrance glides up the underside of his cock, I relish in the quick inhalation of breath he takes. Rising up and grinding myself down over him again, I leave a sticky trail in my wake, covering him in me. I like the feeling of marking him as mine. I haven’t had something that was purely mine in a long damn time.
“ Please .” I gasp, my head careening back as my hair falls down my spine. With the wet glisten of sweat coating my skin, several strands stick to my shoulders and arms and neck. “I want it.” I drag in another gulp of air. “I need it, Ruen.”
He must be as desperate as I am because the words have barely left my lips when he’s releasing my breasts and gripping my hips to lift me up. I cry out, the sound choking me, as Ruen growls out a curse, holding me just over him for a beat right before he fits the head of his cock to my opening. Our gazes clash and his are completely swallowed by the dark circles of his pupils, barely discernible rings of midnight around them.
Then he slams my body down over his and the sharp intrusion has me screaming out. He cuts through me like a sword through flesh—easily, painfully, deliciously rough. My nails dig into his pecs and I grind down over top of him as the base of his cock comes right up against me. My thighs quiver at the sensation of being filled.
I’m filled to the base, the width and length of his cock stretching my inner walls. It makes my desire for more seem inconsequential now that I have it. More isn’t enough. I will always need something else.
Desperate tears prick at my eyes. Why isn’t it enough? What else can I want? What else can I need?
“Shhhh.” Ruen hushes me as he sits up, our chests pressing together. My lashes flutter shut as he kisses first one tear away and then another before fitting his mouth over mine. “Just feel me, Kiera.”
With his hands on my body and his tongue in my mouth, I do. I sigh and pant and whimper as he lifts me up and down over him. Our bodies come together only to separate as a slick stream of liquid drips down his shaft, soaking into the neat thatch of hair at the base of his cock. Throwing my head back as he skims his teeth over my throat, I stare up into the night sky.
Stars glitter all around us. Above and below until we’re surrounded by their presence. Lights flicker in the garden of statues. More candles lit now that the main fire has died down, the logical part of my mind suggests. In my more dazed dreamy state, all I can see is the sparkle of stars.
When a second pair of hands joins Ruen’s on my body, I cant my hips back in surprise, sheathing Ruen’s cock into my body in a rough movement. Ruen groans through gritted teeth as fingers grip my chin and tilt me towards a new mouth.
Resistance is futile and even if it weren’t, I have no desire to fight the pull of these Darkhaven men. Cruel. Monstrous. Damaged just like me, I want them to rip me apart and use me to seal their own scars. Maybe then I’ll have actually helped someone rather than hurt them.
The soft brush of gentle lips over mine makes guessing who’s kissing me no difficulty. Only Theos could ever be this sweet. I part my lips and drink him down, distantly realizing that it’s not him I’m drinking, but more of that delicious bubbly wine. I swallow as his tongue delves into my mouth and then I suck the remains from it.
Opening my eyes when he stops kissing me takes strenuous effort. The glint of his golden gaze softening when it meets mine is all-encompassing. His thumb strokes my bottom lip where it juts out.
“You’re so pretty like this, Dea,” he murmurs. “Surrounded by us.”
Panting, sweating, unable to stop myself, I respond with a moan of anguish. “I need more. Theos … please … make it stop.”
I’m begging, pleading with him, to make my mind stop spinning. My body to stop aching. My soul to stop splintering apart. If anything can keep me together, it’s them.
He kisses me again, swooping down to steal away the last of my air. “We will,” he breathes against me. “Just be patient.”
No. I don’t want to be patient. I can’t be patient. If they don’t do something soon, I’m going to die. I just know it. The fire in my blood is burning too hot. It’s going to expand and by morning, I’ll be nothing but a pile of ash and bone.
Wind is rushing through my ears, and whatever he says next is lost to the sound. Ruen lies back down, his chest leaving mine open to the cool night air. My nipples tighten and with gritted teeth, I reach for someone—any of them. I snag Theos’ hand and drag it up to my left breast.
Pressing my nipple into his palm, I gasp for breath. “Please…” That seems to be all I can say. Never before have I begged for something like this. I’ve never thought to, never wanted to. Until now.
“Soon.” The whisper of an answer comes not from Theos nor Ruen, but from the man that appears like a shadow at my other side.
Kalix.