45. Camilla
“Now what’s this I hear about you almost severing your cousin’s hand for touching you?” Kovu rumbles as he crawls over my naked body.
It’s a heady experience being bare for a man like him, but add Kaos to the mix and have them both fully clothed, and it’s surprising I can even breathe at this point.
“And more importantly, why was I not told about it immediately? You know how I love it when you’re bloodthirsty.”
I smile up at him because, for the first time in my life, I feel like I’ve found someone who understands the darker side of me. The side that didn’t flinch the first time I killed someone. The one that took to torture like a duck in water. “I can probably get the security footage from the office,” I offer.
“Fuck,” he groans, and Kaos moves closer, his dark eyes dancing with amusement.
“I think you just made his day, Princess.”
“No, my day will be made when I’m balls deep in her tight pussy. But I could definitely see me fucking you again while we watch that video on repeat.”
The laugh that escapes my throat feels almost unnatural because it’s real. It’s not forced. It’s not a game or a farce. It’s just me. More and more over the last two months, I’ve found myself becoming more and more myself, and it’s kind of freeing to not have to pretend to be something I’m not all the time.
“On your hands and knees, Camilla,” Kovu orders as he pushes himself up and reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants. He makes quick work of stripping his clothes off, and then turns to Kaos with an expectant look.
I shake my head and quickly move onto my hands and knees. I’ve had enough punishments to last me a while, even if my pussy clenches at the thought of the pain. There’s something seriously wrong with me.
They both groan when I’m situated, and when I glance over my shoulder at them, I find them staring at my ass with their hands slowly pumping their cocks.
Kovu is almost too well-endowed, and whenever I see him, I wonder how the hell he fit inside me, but when I catch sight of Kaos’s cock for the first time, my breath stutters in my throat.
Because not only is he fucking huge, to go with the rest of his size, I suppose, but there are small silver balls up the length of him that have me forgetting how to breathe.
“Think she just saw your Jacob’s Ladder.” Kovu chuckles as he moves toward me. He crawls onto the bed, and I watch with rapt attention as his cock bobs up and down with each kneeled step he takes until he’s in front of me.
A moment later, Kaos’s hands are trailing over my ass. The bruising from Bishop’s belt has disappeared, but the ghost of pain still remains, reminding me every time I sit down about what he did to me and how fucking much I loved it.
“Did you like what you saw, Princess?”
I nod, my words caught in my throat.
A heavy palm slaps down on my ass and tears a cry from my throat. Jesus, his hands are huge. I don’t want to be getting too many spankings from him, that’s for sure. “Words, Princess. We need your words.”
“Yes,” I choke. “I liked what I saw.”
Kovu grasps my chin between his fingers and wrenches my face up until I’m staring into his wild eyes. “Imagine how fucking good that’s going to feel when he fucks you, Little Lamb.”
I groan at the thought, and they chuckle in unison. How many times have they shared before? The question comes out of nowhere, but my stomach plummets at the thought. Is this a practiced routine? Do they know exactly how this is going to play out because they’ve done it so many times?
Kovu’s brows tug together. “I don’t like whatever’s going through that pretty little head of yours, Camilla.”
I shake my head as I try to pull away from his hold, only to be rewarded with another huge hand coming down on my ass harder than the first.
“Don’t run from us, Camilla,” Kaos says from behind me as his palm massages the heat into my ass. His touch is both overwhelming and comforting, and the conflicting feelings are making it hard for me to concentrate.
“If you’re scared or unsure, we need to know about it,” Kovu tells me, his thumb moving in gentle circles across my cheek.
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth and nibble at the soft flesh as I try to find a way to say this without sounding like a jealous teenage girl, even if that’s exactly what I am. “You seem…good at this. Like you’ve had a lot of practice.”
Kovu’s eyes flare with understanding, but he doesn’t react the way I expect him to. Where I think he’s going to laugh it off, he drops down until our eyes are at the same level and his palm is resting on my cheek to hold me in place. “We have had a lot of practice, Little Lamb. Kaos and I have been sharing for a long time. But it’s not the same with you. First of all, no woman before you has ever been allowed to touch me.” He carefully pulls one of my arms out from under me and presses it to his chest. The heat radiating off him is stifling, but it’s the earnestness in his eyes that catches me off guard. “Normally, to be with me, I need a woman restrained because I can’t risk it. But it’s different with you.”
I nod, some of the uncertainty falling away. But I think there will always be an element of that with these men. I’m in over my head in almost every facet of our relationship, and while I desperately want this to work, I’m still hesitant to hand myself over completely.
“And I’m always a fuck and get out kinda guy,” Kaos says from behind me. “I don’t do foreplay unless it’s to get my dick sucked. And I don’t stick around afterward to cuddle or whatever.”
His admission does the opposite of comforting me, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t know if I can do this. I might think I can have casual sex, but despite how ruthless I can be with some of my emotions, I don’t think this is one of them. I don’t think I can do the whole no-strings-attached thing.
“Kaos,” Kovu warns, his gaze flicking from me to his friend and back again.
“Shit,” he murmurs, and the bed dips as he moves up until he’s lying beside me, his head propped up in one hand while the other runs soothingly up my back. “What I meant to say is that when we’re done here, I’m not going to be able to just fuck off. I’m going to want to hold you.”
A smile tips up the corners of my mouth, and I get a rare, lopsided grin from the usually brutal man.
“This might all be new to you, Princess. But it’s new to us too. The women we’ve shared before, even the ones we’ve had here on a more permanent basis, were nothing like you. It was all about convenience, and I never want you to feel like that’s all you are to any of us. Especially me,” he admits.
“Thank you for explaining,” I whisper and look up at Kovu, who is watching Kaos like he’s seeing him for the first time. I don’t know how to be vulnerable with these men, but it seems they’re not sure how to return the favor either.
“Alright, now that’s over, can we get to fucking you?” Kovu asks, and I can’t stop the laugh that tumbles from my throat. I don’t know what it is about the man that everyone I’ve ever met is terrified of, but with me, he’s like a goofy teddy bear, with an added kink for blood and pain.