18. Lex
18
Lex
F ucking Ivy.
She’d always been able to read me better than anyone, and this was far too close to the truth for me to let it continue.
I grabbed her out of her seat by her waist, throwing her over my shoulder—fireman style. Sure, she was tall for a woman, but I still had eight inches on her and nearly a hundred pounds.
“Lex, damn it!” She squirmed in my hold, wiggling to get free, and when I slammed her down on the mattress, she bounced and tried to right herself.
“DC, maybe you should go easy.” Carter walked to stand next to me, but I focused only on stripping my belt off my pants and wrapping it around my fist so I could approach Ivy.
“Shut the fuck up, Chicago, or you’re next.” I shot him a glare as I fought off Ivy’s attempts to get free, grabbing her wrists and shoving them over her head so I could loop the leather over her forearms.
“Damn it, Lucifer, let me go.” Ivy writhed against me, struggling hard enough that one of her hands slipped through mine and slapped me against the cheek hard enough to sting. I winced and dug my nails into her skin, making her grimace as I tied the belt harder. She knew the safeword; she knew how to stop me. When she didn’t call for mercy, she’d given consent.
“Oh, yeah, fight me, X.” I growled, standing up so I could unbuckle Carter’s belt, resisting the urge to smile as he grumbled something about not bringing him into this. Once I had the leather thing off him, I grabbed Ivy’s ankle and stretched it out so I could latch it onto the bedpost, relishing in her flushed skin and aggravated growl. “The night before the big battle and you’re tied to a fucking bedpost.” She looked so hot like that, so flushed and harried and easily tamable. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Fuck off, you monster.” She yanked at the straps, but they wouldn’t budge, and she threw her head back in a huff.
“Gladly.” I chuffed out a laugh, stood, and patted Carter on the chest, nodding back toward the table. But he seemed resistant, looking at his Weeds with desperation and longing in his stare. “Don’t worry about her. She likes it.”
I recalled a snowy day at our cabin when Carter had walked in on a similar scene between Ivy and me, her strapped to the dining room table, me edging her until she sobbed for release.
Carter pinched his eyebrows together, but he didn’t argue or try to save his beloved Weeds. He turned from her while she whined and groaned for help, and he followed me back to the table where I held a hand out to Miri, hoping she’d take it and stand to appease my threat to Ivy.
She looked at me skeptically before flicking her mahogany gaze over to our wife, who still struggled on the bed.
“What are you up to, my prince?” Miri raised an eyebrow, clearly seeing through me almost as much as X.
“Why don’t you come with me to find out?”
She sighed, popped one last strawberry in her mouth, and took my hand, allowing me to pull her to her feet. When she stood in front of me, I kneeled to slide my hands up her legs and under her skirt, twisting my fingers around the waistband of her panties before shucking them down to her ankles. Looking up at her, I helped her step out of them, letting her use my shoulders for balance as she wiggled her shoes through the holes. Then I walked back to Ivy, who still protested the entire thing.
“Let me go, Lucifer,” Ivy said. “This is some sick way for you to avoid—” She froze when I straddled her chest, crumpling Miri’s panties in my fist before grabbing her jaw with the other hand.
“Open up, X.”
She glared at me, steeling her jaw before glancing at the underwear in question.
Yeah, maybe I was asking too much, being too demanding when all Ivy wanted was to connect. I’d promised them the truth, no more lies, no more secrets. But this one? Well, this one would ruin the whole night. I didn’t want them spinning on something that wouldn’t happen anyway.
There would be no sacrifice. I would make sure of that.
I control my life. I control my fate.
End of story. So there was no sense talking about it or wasting our time together. If tomorrow was the face-off with the king, I wanted to have them like this. We could plan until our hearts exploded, and it still might not make a difference. Fucking them was the only pure bliss I’d ever known, and hell, I just wanted one nice thing for myself.
Ivy pursed her lips before slowly dropping her jaw, allowing me to slide Miri’s panties over her tongue. I stuck two fingers under her chin to close her mouth again.
“If you spit those out before I tell you to, I’ll turn your ass purple in front of our knight and princess.” I wasn’t kidding. I hoped she did spit them out. I hoped she fought me the whole goddamned time so I could show Carter and Miri what it really was between us. I wanted them to know that truth, to remember why Ivy and I brought out the worst in each other.
Carter had once made me swear to be nice to her, to put her back together when she was broken, but that wasn’t what she needed from me. It never was. It was this. It was the king to her queen, her counterpart, her equal.
When Ivy nodded, I swung my leg off her and returned my attention to Carter and Miri, who stood next to the table with their heads bent toward each other, foreheads touching, whispers on their lips.
“Not keeping secrets, are we?” I tsked my teeth as I walked closer, eyeing Carter from head to toe. “Ivy’s not the only one who likes a purple ass before I fuck it.”
Carter had the nerve to blush, the little slut, but I didn’t miss the hint of a grin. He wanted this. They both did.
“We think you’re the one that should be tied up,” Carter said, causing a muffled laugh from the bed. He crossed his massive arms, tilting his head to the side as he narrowed his beautiful eyes on me. “We think you’re keeping secrets again.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but Miri shook her head and stepped forward, running her hands over my chest and up to my shoulders. I stood, bewildered and curious, waiting to see where this went. Most of the time, when the four of us played, I took the lead. Occasionally I let Carter fuck me, but even then, I was the dominant. I liked to be fucked almost as much as I liked doing the fucking, but to see the two of them eyeing me like this, it sent a surge of lust straight down my spine, into my balls.
Fuck.
Miri unbuttoned my shirt, taking time to press tiny kisses to my chest as she did. I was so focused on her, I didn’t notice Carter moving in behind me, not until Miri shucked my shirt over my arms, forcing me to put them together behind my back so she could pull it off. But Carter took advantage of my being entangled and twisted the fabric around my wrists before yanking it up, so my elbows were bent at my lower back. I arched into him, his chest between my shoulder blades, his mouth at my ear. I had an inch on him, but he’d come to outweigh me by at least fifty pounds of muscle.
“Such a fucking meathead,” I murmured, but Carter put a giant palm over my mouth to silence me, leaning my head back on his shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up, DC,” he said, mocking my earlier tone. “You like it.”
I chuckled low in my chest, my knees damn near wilting at how hot he was when he teased me. Miri had that look in her eye, the one that meant she’d make me work for whatever she wanted, and in this case, they wanted me to tell them what the queen said.
I should have been honest. I should have just been out with it.
“Now that you’re at our mercy,” Miri said while she ran her nails down the center of my chest, ducking them under the waistband of my trousers before yanking my hips closer to her, “tell us what the queen said. Do not lie to me, Alexei Fairfax.”
Fuuuccckkk. When Miri used my full name, I turned to butter. It rolled off her lips in such a delicate display of syllables and consonants that the first time she’d ever said it, I almost came in my pants like a goddamned virgin.
“She said I’m the sacrifice,” I mumbled behind Carter’s hand, forcing him to remove it so I could continue. “But I never believed in any of this horseshit. Fate, destiny, fairy tales, none of it is real.”
They went silent for a moment, some kind of telepathic communication happening between them as they looked over my shoulder at each other. Both of them turned to Ivy, who gave a stiff nod, as if they should continue. Miri looked at Carter for one more moment before returning her soft, gentle stare to me.
But I knew better than to believe those pretty doe eyes. Miri had always lived in the frost. Like me, she had a darkness, a side she only brought out when she was trying to match my own. Those eyes glittered with that coldness now.
“It feels pretty real,” Carter said, biting my earlobe hard enough to hurt. I hissed in a breath, but my cock ached for attention. Who knew mutiny would turn me on so much?
“If one of us dies, we all die,” I said. “That’s why it’s bullshit. That’s why it doesn’t matter what the queen says. Because I’m the one keeping us together, so if I go, we all go.” I curled my lips into a cruel smile. “How about it, Princess? You once promised me forever. Ready to die by your word?”
My heart pounded in my chest while I waited for a reaction, but she didn’t give me the one I was looking for. I had hoped she’d haul off and smack me or perhaps call off her guard dog so I could make good on my threat to fuck them all like they belonged to me. Instead, she grabbed the back of my head, twisted her fingers into my hair, and yanked my face forward. Our lips collided, and I took my time to devour her mouth, sucking down anything she gave me. Her tongue explored mine while Carter held me tighter, adjusting his stance so his cock rubbed up against my ass. I arched into him, stifling a laugh when he gasped and clenched his hand harder around my wrists.
Miri reached between us to grab my dick, giving it a squeeze that had me sucking back a sharp inhale. She tightened her fingers against my scalp, tugging my head away from her while she bit down on my lower lip hard enough to hurt before letting it go with a snap.
“How dare you keep that from us, Alexei?” She snarled, shooting daggers at me from behind her brown gaze. She nodded to Carter, who hauled me over to the bed, snickering in my ear as we walked.
“You’re in trouble now,” he murmured, making sure to give me one last kiss before twisting my arms around so they were above my head. Then he pushed me down on the mattress next to Ivy, who eyed me with a tantalizing mix of fiery anger and amused mirth. Her steel eyes sparkled in the candlelight, making her seem ethereal like some archangel of retribution here to smite me for my many crimes. Carter straddled my chest and tied my hands to the headboard the way I’d done to Ivy.
He smirked at my fiancée and went for her pants, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper before shucking the linen down to her ankles. Without a second’s thought, he yanked her underwear from her body, ripping the sides of them so he could get them off without untying her.
“Open up, DC.” He nodded as he fisted the fabric into a ball, focusing on my mouth until I complied. The delight in his eyes blended with the brilliance of his smile, and I found myself unable to resist.
Diana had said it herself. I was the vortex that had sucked these three phenomenal people into my orbit. It should be me controlling this scene. I had wanted it to be at the start. But leave it to Romeo and Juliet to take the spotlight, even from royal American shitheads such as X and myself.
My lips parted, and Carter stuck Ivy’s expensive silk underwear into my mouth, closing my jaw the same way I’d done to her.
“If you spit those out before I tell you to”—Carter leaned down to whisper the words against my lips—“I’ll turn your dick purple before I even start to get you off. There’s no saying I’ll stop. I’ll suck you all night, DC, and that’s not a promise. That’s a threat.”