Chapter 36 #2
I shriek with delight when it actually hits the board this time. It’s at an angle, pointing up into the target rather than horizontally like his and Jace’s, but at least it’s in the board.
Hopping from foot to foot, I turn to him. “Take off your trousers.” I want to see his pierced cock. I want to touch it and suck it and edge him like he’s edging me. I want Jace and Deirdre to watch as he fucks me.
He chuckles. “You’re getting a bit ahead of yourself, my queen.”
His knife strikes the middle of the target. Deirdre’s lands beside his, and Jace’s ends up beside his first throw – not on the target at all.
“So who won that one?” I ask.
“King Morningstar,” Deirdre says. “Mine’s right outside the bull’s eye.”
Jace walks up to the board and gestures for me to join him. Once there, I notice the tip of her blade is outside the gold circle.
“Oh.”
He grins as he twirls a small triangular blade around his finger. It’s half the size of his palm. He spins it once more, then lets the ring of its handle slide down to his knuckle. The blade facing up, he closes his fist. It juts out severely, as if it can cut my very breath.
Bringing it down to his chest, he carves a bright red line parallel to one of the many straight lines he has tattooed.
“Does it mean something?” I ask, nodding at him. It’s a complete work of art. Geometric shapes connect across his entire chest and around his sides but only with straight lines. Even the circles have been broken into small dashes.
“They’re tallies,” he says flatly, then walks back to the others. His back is covered the same, but there are parts of the design that looks incomplete, as if whatever he’s tallying hasn’t finished being counted yet.
Standing beside Richard, Deirdre goes to undo another belt, but Jace grabs her wrist. Without a word, he cuts through all the belts of her shirt. As it falls to the floor in scraps, she looks at him, her eyes hard.
“That was my favourite shirt.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you pushed me tonight.” Sliding his triangular blade across another part of his chest, he leans down and sucks one of her nipples into his mouth.
Lust slams into me, shooting down to my pussy before ricochetting back up to lie trapped in my throat on a whimper. Richard’s hands are on me, massaging both my breasts as he pinches my nipples. His lips claim my neck. His teeth my collarbone. Arching my neck, I breathe in short little gasps.
“Take off your jumpsuit,” my king demands.
Jace lifts his head to look over at me.
Shivering, I wet my lips.
His eyes lock onto my mouth, then drop to my chest as I fumble with the buttons of my jumpsuit.
One hand cutting lines across his body, the other holding my bra against his cock, Jace waits hungrily for me to pull my sleeves down.
I slide the fabric off me slowly. His gaze tracks it to the floor, taking in every bit of dried cum, every mark of ownership placed by my king, before rising back up to the chastity belt between my legs.
“You’ve fucking soaked it,” he rasps.
Richard cups both of my breasts, but he doesn’t hide my nipples, letting Jace look at them freely. Letting Deirdre too. Her eyes are on me just as hungry. Wriggling against my king, I whimper with a need to have something of his inside me.
His lips tracing up the smooth skin of my neck, he grabs my earlobe in-between his teeth.
His hands still my hips, digging tight into my flesh.
“There’s six more hours before midnight.
So you’re going to watch Jace and Deirdre fuck while I lick your pussy, and if you come –” He steps back and slams his hand down on my ass.
I cry out as I take a step forwards. Jace cuts another line across his chest. “I will add another two days.” Spinning me around, he kisses me hard.
“Colour?” he asks as he lifts his head.
“Green.”
“Then it’s your turn to throw.” Grabbing one of my knives, he walks away from the target.
“We’re increasing the distance already?” This isn’t good. I’m never going to see him naked at this point.
Stopping just in front of the bar, he gestures for me to throw it. Although I can still see the target clearly, it might as well be on the other side of the planet. My knife, not surprisingly, doesn’t get anywhere close to the thing.
I frown as my king steps up to take his turn. Knowing I need to even the field, I walk in front of him, then drop to my knees. With a sly grin, I kiss him through his trousers.
“This would feel so much better if these weren’t in the way,” I tease, my eyes lifting to his as I trail my lips across his cock. It’s trapped against his thigh, but it jerks as I move across it.
He hisses out a breath, and his free hand digs into my hair. Holding me to him, his eyes on mine, he tosses the knife. I lick the outside of his trousers. Turning my head smugly, I look over my shoulder to see –
Another frickin’ bull’s eye? Really!
Gripping my hair, he pulls my head back around and then tugs down, forcing me to look up at him. He cups my cheek before pressing his fingers against my lips. “Suck me deep.”
“That’s a good little slut,” he groans as I take him in to his knuckles. He pumps his fingers in and out of my mouth, hot, deep growls rumbling from his chest. “Take off your shoes.”
As he holds my chin, I bring a knee up and reach down to untie my laces. On the second one, a knot forms, and when I glance down to look at it, his fingers tighten their grip. “Eyes on me,” he demands, and they fly back up in an instant.
I breathe heavily, my nipples hard and sensitive in the electrified space between us.
My fingers fumble with the knot, wishing they were tugging at the belt around his waist, pulling him free so I can lean forwards and suck on him. Panting, resisting the urge to tear my eyes off him, I yank at the knot until it slips free.
He pulls me to my feet and helps me balance as I tug off my boots. Then he spins me around, his hands on my hips. He lifts my ass, and as his cock nestles between my cheeks, my eyes snag on Jace and Deirdre.
He’s wrapped my bra around his naked cock. His knife trails across his right thigh, leaving a small trail of red. On her knees in front of him, Deirdre licks the blood clean.
A whimper passes my lips as I watch her head move to the left and –
My mouth falls open as I blink sharply, pretty certain I’m seeing things. But nope. There it is in bright neon colours.
The tattoo on his chest is black and masterful, but the two on his left thigh are… Oh my gods.
“Is that an ass taking a shit?” I giggle, looking at one of them.
Jace’s eyes meet mine, but instead of the grin I expected to see, pain lingers behind his teal gaze. Then it’s gone as he wraps his fingers in Deirdre’s hair and thrusts hard into her mouth. He cuts a line down his stomach as he fucks her hard, his eyes dropping from mine.
My nerves twist inside me as I stare at the tattoos on his thigh. Both done in rainbow colours, one is an ass taking a massive shit. The other is a cock either pissing or shooting cum everywhere. My smile falls as Richard’s hand clasps over my mouth.
Whatever those tattoos mean, Jace doesn’t want to talk about it.
And the only time I’ve ever seen him this haunted is when we talk about Aurelia.
My heart aches for him, for whatever love they clearly had between them.
“Deirdre,” Richard says. “Your turn.”
Grunting, Jace releases her. Multiple slashes of blood seep down his naked body.
Only wearing his boots and socks, he pulls her to her feet by her hair and turns her around.
A slap sounds on her ass, jiggling her breasts as she jumps.
Smirking at us, she picks up her knife and comes over to stand by the bar.
As she lines up to throw, Jace moves behind her. His arm wraps around her and dips below her belly button. When he slides his hand through the waistband of her skirt, little pants leave both her mouth and mine. Her throwing arm shaking, Deirdre moans as she rocks against him.
I lick Richard’s hand, wanting his fingers back inside my mouth. Watching Jace finger her, I cup my pussy over my belt, only to cry in frustration.
Fucking belt.
Fucking Richard.
Fucking ugh!
With a nip to my neck, my king covers my hand with his. A chuckle leaves him.
I want to stab him.
“Six hours,” he whispers as he pulls my hand away and tugs it behind me. His presses into my hand, and I squeeze it tight.
He cups my breasts. I start jerking him off. Sagging against him, I rub my thighs together. “Please,” I rasp. “I need…”
“I know exactly what you need.” His fingers caress the underside of my breasts before pinching my nipples.
I cry out, shaking in his arms as Deirdre moans.
She tosses her knife; who knows where it went.
“But you have six hours until you get it,” he says firmly.
Then steps back. I turn to face him, reaching. Wanting.
“I’ve knocked your knife,” Jace calls out, and my king turns his attention to the board. His eyes narrow. Mine widen in delight.
“Does that mean you lose?” I gasp as I spin around. There are three knives in the bull’s eye now – but only two are pink. The other is lilac.
Grabbing my chin just as I notice the third pink blade resting on the floor, he yanks me back around.
He kisses me hard, his hand dropping to cradle my throat.
As he starts to squeeze me, he kisses me rougher.
More desperately. I rise up on my toes, needing more. More air. More him. More everything.
“Take off my belt,” he growls as he pulls back.
My hands shaking, I tear at the clasp around his waist. When I finally tug the leather free, he spins me around, snatches the belt out of my hands, and whips it across my bare ass.
I yelp as I turn towards him, my body desperate to be flush against my king.