Chapter 66 Aurelia
Aurelia
It’s hard not to get caught up in this moment.
The music, the hard body beneath me, the scent of lust and excitement in the air. This…announcement.
With Ghoul, I see a glimpse of what my life could have been.
What the love of a family of my serpent community could have felt like—in the traditional clothes of the Naga, a serpent claiming his regina as his own, proudly telling the world that she is his.
But I know this is an illusion. This is theatre, and I have played my part well.
The long veil and my angle, pressed up against him, shields my body.
For all intents and purposes, I am Jade Brown, and this is a power play between the generals of the serpent court and its wider people.
My father needed a display of power to rally the beasts of his court.
A display of hope for his campaign. That is why he’d needed Ghoul to show himself with his bride.
A court with its own powerful mythical creatures—the heralds of death, no less—makes him a formidable enemy and a powerful ally.
None of the other courts would try to defy him after they realise he’s breeding his basilisk.
The warm, humid air of the club caresses my skin as the combined hissing fills my ears, a satisfying, communal sound.
After so many years of feeling like I belonged nowhere…
this does something to me. But the regina in my bones suddenly notices that she’s not alone with her basilisk.
Points of light appear through the dark of the crowd and gauze of the veil.
Savage gapes up at me from the snake pit.
Lyle and Xander look on seriously. And in the far corner, Scythe’s raw Antarctic power tunnels its way toward the stage, never one to be left behind.
I feel his piercing gaze on my skin and my actions tonight.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper through the air. “I should have told you.”
“But then where would all the drama be?” Xander’s voice is dark in my head.
“And I wouldn’t get to wear my sparkly pants,” Savage says quietly. “It’s okay, regina. You’re allowed to have fun.”
“Don’t let us stop you,” Lyle says, but he can’t hide the jealousy and possessiveness in his voice.
Suddenly, I’m aware that my mates are seething.
Ghoul’s chuckle is vicious in my ear because this is exactly what he intended.
I look to the spot of cold in the far corner that is Scythe, but he says nothing.
He merely stares at me. It makes my heart pound at a fast, feral beat.
My fingers twitch towards Ghoul’s neck, and I raise my hand, letting my fingertips trail down his scales in a soft caress.
The basilisk goes still under me, his head swaying like I’ve hypnotised him with my touch. Enamoured, I try it again, caressing him by the skin up near my face and dragging my fingers down in a sweeping motion. “So pretty,” I coo into his head. “So dark.”
He shivers then, and that mighty head lowers and bends around to face me.
I caress him a third time, but the opposite way and more lightly.
His big forked tongue flicks out, the tips licking my cheek.
Below us, the snakes writhe, the DJ plays a languid beat, and the beasts in their human forms cheer.
My inner thighs clench around the powerful body beneath me, and a low hiss rumbles from his throat in response.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t fuck you right here,” Ghoul hisses into my mind.
I give him a lazy smile, baring my fangs. “I don’t know, maybe you should.”
A long, slow chuckle comes. “Aurelia.” It’s Scythe’s voice, icy cold and dripping with malcontent that says, “Mace Naga has just entered the club.”
Every cell in my body is gripped by the force of my own adrenaline. “I hope you’re joking, Scythe.”
“No, I see him too,” Savage says. “Regina, you need to get out of here.”
Ghoul’s body slithers over the stage, and I’m paraded across it for all to see. I can’t see my father, but I feel the change in the air, the sudden tension as the king enters.
“Let’s go,” I say quietly to Ghoul.
“Are you frightened of the king cobra, snakelet?”
Lyle’s warning growl enters my head. Both of these things anger me. Send my blood thrumming to an old beat of long suffering. Am I scared of Mace Naga? So I do the only logical thing.
I stand up.
Placing one foot from my good leg on Ghoul’s thick body, I rise, getting my second foot under me and placing my arms around the basilisk’s upper body, throwing out my veil dramatically behind me, showing my thighs and ass.
Putting both arms around him, I caress the basilisk like a lover, before lifting the knee on the audience’s side and pressing it against his body.
If showing my ass to my ex-father doesn’t prove I’m not scared of him, then I don’t know what will.
I’d once fantasised about being a stripper to make money when my father forbade me from working outside of Charlotte’s shop.
Looks like this is the closest I’ll get to my dreams coming true.
I drag my fingernails down his scales, and that mighty hiss fills the stage again.
Suddenly, the music fades, and so does the light.
Ghoul winds around me, his tail coiling almost protectively.
“Uh oh,” Savage says.
“What?” I ask.
“Is there a door behind the stage?” Xander asks quickly.
“Yes,” I say.
“Guards are coming for the stage, regina!” Savage cries. “Go, go, go!”
Shit.
I leap off Ghoul and throw back the face piece of the veil, expanding my eyes into my owl ones.
The curtains are right in front of me, and I feel my mates’ heavy footfalls on the stage as I run on ahead to show them the way.
Ghoul kicked out everyone backstage so it’s empty now, but there’s still a way to go toward the entrance he brought me through.
When we get to the first door, I turn around.
Savage, Lyle, and Xander are wearing the most ridiculous costumes I’ve ever seen, and a hysterical laugh bubbles out of my mouth as Lyle tears off his clown mask.
Xander scowls at me. “Get it together, regina.”
There’s no time to scowl back. “Where’s Scythe?”
Savage is already peering behind us. “He was pretty far back.”
More heavy feet sound on the stage.
“Shit!” I say.
“Go on,” Savage says, reaching past me to open the door.
“Not without Scythe!” I snap.
Something heavy falls behind him, and we turn around just in time to see Scythe walking towards us like the grim reaper—correction, as the Grim Reaper, pulling off the scream mask to reveal his beautiful face aglow with a sheen of sweat. “Three dead. Let’s go.”
I don’t need telling twice. We’re through the door in a flash, and Lyle picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder with a hand over my naked ass. “Punishment,” he says, slapping my flesh in a way that vibrates through my pussy. “Fucking punishment.”
Savage and Xander run ahead of us as I shout instructions, but the back corridor doesn’t have too many crossways and makes for a clean path.
It’s not until we get to the exit to the street outside that I realise we might be in trouble.
Savage and Xander are ready for it though, because heat and light warm my legs as Xander blows open the door.
Screams resound outside along with screeching tires and Eugene’s greeting squawk.
Male shouts and one scream greet us as we enter the cold open air.
More quickly than I can imagine, we’re loaded into a car, and I find myself on Lyle and Scythe’s combined laps as our SUV screeches down the road. Eugene squawks excitedly from the front seat, and Savage kisses him loudly on the head as we speed away.
“Oh no they fucking don’t!” Lyle roars before winding down his window and waving his hand through it.
A massive bang sounds from behind us, and I cry out, scrambling to my knees to look out the back window. Two cars are upside down on the road, still bouncing on their roofs and blocking the street. Lyle growls and tries to open the car door, but I grab his hand.
“Stop!” I cry. “What are you trying to do?”
“Kill them!” he growls into my face.
I open my mouth to reply, but instead he slams his mouth over mine in a bruising kiss. He then pushes me aside and pulls open the door yet again. I leap for the handle and slam it closed. “No, Lyle!” I cry, pulling his hand away from the door and planting my weight in his lap.
“You better deal with him, regina,” Scythe says from behind me, his voice abyss-dark and silver eyes glittering with rage.
“Seriously!” I cry in anger before reaching down for Lyle’s zip.
My crazed lion stops his fussing as I undo the button of his trousers, making his hard dick spring out.
I position my knees in the middle seat and lean down, taking him into my mouth.
Lyle groans, low and gruff, his hips lifting off the seat, those big hands slamming against the window.
I accept his length into my mouth, and as pre-cum spills onto my tongue, and he grows to his full, massive length, I moan around him.
Scythe moves behind me, slapping my ass. “Safe word.”
I don’t want to risk taking Lyle’s cock out of my mouth, so I cry, “Fairy bread!” into the group chat.
My shark slaps my ass, and I jerk at the contact.
Wet fingers find my slit, bracketing my vulva, sliding up and down in a sweet caress before he slaps my ass again.
Oh gods, I don’t know what type of punishment this is, but I fucking deserve it.
The sound of Scythe’s zipper coming down makes my insides clench, and I suck hard on Lyle’s cock, laving my tongue along the thick veins.
He growls breathlessly above me, stroking my hair back with one hand.
Scythe’s cock nudges at my entrance as he says into my head, “That’s the first and last time you taunt us with the basilisk, regina. Do you understand me?”
He stretches out my entrance, and any protest fades as I grab Lyle’s thigh, groaning around his fat head. There’s a sharp smack to my ass and I’m writhing my pussy against Scythe’s first piercing. “Please,” I say over Lyle’s cock. “Oh gods, please.”
“I don’t recall telling you to stop, angel.” Lyle grabs my chin and pulls me up for a fierce kiss, dragging his tongue across my lips and then biting my lower lip in a greedy, punishing way. I sigh and bend over him again, flicking my tongue over his slit.
Scythe eases his cock into me, piercing by piercing, and I make my ass still, savouring as his inches give my pussy the attention I always crave from him. “Scythe,” I beg.
He fingers my ass with a thumb. “Did you understand what I told you?”
“I give the commands,” I tell him.
“Not today, you don’t.” He sheathes himself fully. I cry out, arching my back before Lyle places his hands on either side of my head and fucks my mouth furiously fast.
Scythe fucks me without warning, grabbing my hips and thrusting with equal ferocity, my inner walls vibrating with pleasure.
My mates slam into me from both sides until my eyes roll into the back of my head and I’m screaming around the both of them.
My pussy convulses, drenching Scythe’s cock while Lyle’s pre-cum fills my mouth.
Stars glitter in my vision, and my body coils into tighter and tighter circles until I’m lightheaded from the sensation.
“Hold my regina’s ears!” Savage cries as he winds his window down from the front passenger seat. “Xander, take Eugene!” Lyle’s hands shift to cup my ears just as three gunshots ring out.
I squeal around Lyle’s cock, wrenching away to stare out the back window.
Three motorbikes, each with two armed riders, fishtail and crash into each other, their front wheels blown out.
I turn the other way to see Savage drawing most of his body back into the car with a satisfied grin on his face.
He returns the black handgun into the glove box and puts his hands up as if to say, ‘That’s enough for today. ’
“That was the last of them,” Xander says, checking the rear-view mirror.
Lyle makes an animalistic sound, and I quickly take him back into my mouth, my heart pounding in my head.
Xander takes a sharp right turn that makes the tires screech, and I ram back onto Scythe’s cock.
My shark groans before coming, pushing me back onto Lyle and rutting his release into me with hard, jerking movements.
Lyle comes a moment later, roaring and holding my head in place as his hips move in stuttered, broken thrusts.
I come, swallowing Lyle down, my body vibrating around the both of them, my hips jerking around Scythe as he reaches around for my clit, fast fingers knowing exactly how I like it.
When our breathing has calmed down, they both pull me between them, arms cocooning me as Scythe drapes his Grim Reaper costume around me like a blanket.
They hold me like they wished they’d never let me go tonight, noses buried in my neck from either side.
My heart swells between them, just as my soul trembles with anticipation…
because it’s cool black scales and a deep guttural hiss that I dream about.