Veiled Calls at Twilight

22. Kazia

22

KAZIA

T he wind whipped through my hair as I was hurled through the dark void of my dreams. Within the blink of an eye, I soared over the familiar meadow of flowers. The twilight rays peeking over the horizon made me realize I was transported to this exact moment in time every time I dreamed.

A breeze caressed my cheek as I soared overhead, and I mumbled out a hello before I dove head-first through the dark and murky woods. As I moved through the thick, dark air, my momentum slowed, branches smacking me from every direction. Shielding my face with my arms, I tried to avoid getting an eyes gouged out. I hoped that whatever was gilding me knew what it was doing.

Once the shining rays of moonlight peaked at the end of the forest, hope bloomed in my heart, and I was pushed forward. Silently, I thanked whatever this force was for not leaving me in that gnarled, dank forest where it felt like death was waiting around every corner. I broke through the tree line and zoomed out faster, catching a glimpse of a familiar lake and shoreline. That’s when I remembered how the last dream ended—and where I was being taken.

Dread filled my bones as I saw the familiar-shaped rock. Nowhere was the wolf in sight, but a chill unfurled at the nap of my neck as I was placed in front of the rock where I’d last seen my doves. The air around me twisted and turned, spiraling up to the sky as it dissipated.

In the back of my head, needle-like pinpricks of a violent gaze had me twisting and turning to find its owner, but nothing was disturbed. Not a leaf among the trees or a rock along the shore. The only hint that the wolf was still around was the taut space around me, the eerie silence of a hunter's patience. Everything stopped, waiting with bated breath for something to happen.

A soft, broken coo pulled my attention away from the tree line, and there laid my doves, all three of them still mangled but alive.

I crashed to my knees, our hunter gaze weighed me down, helpless and unsure how to save us. How to get us out of this mess. This knotted feeling of being tied down, immovable, a waste, filled me. How can I help them? Their wings twitched like they were reaching for me. Even in their broken state, they’re searching for hope, needing that glimmer to get them through the darkness.

Delicate threads of despair weaved down my face, falling like rain and disappearing in the sand. Absorbing so quick, that if felt like all of that sadness and dispair meant nothing and that… that was unacceptable.

No more.

I will not be a victim anymore.

Those threads of despair turned into watery tendrils of fury as I glared at the tree line. We were not going to go out like this. I won't allow it.

It was just a wolf. Sure, it was scary and mean. Its teeth were sharp, and it had claws and agility that were hard for someone like me to combat, but the fact remained that it was just a wolf. A mouth-breathing, blood-pumping wolf… and wolves, no matter how strong they were, could be taken down.

The ground began to shake with my anger. The space around me reacted and my lips turned up. Scanning the forest line, I reminded myself that this was my fucking dream, and I was not about to lose in my fucking dream.

The three dove tattoos glowed, shifting from inky black to a golden shimmer—filling me with strength as I had something worth fighting for. “Stay here,” I called to them, knowing they could hear me. “I’ll be right back. I need to take care of this first.”

I didn't look back at them when they began their weak squawking, trying to pull me back, but I wasn't swayed. I needed to end this with this wolf, once and for all.

At my foot was a rock with a bit of blood, the same rock that I threw last time. It must be my lucky rock. Bending over, I picked it up. The weight felt significant, running my thumb along the jagged edges, the whispers of fate telling me to avenge them.

A growl erupted, echoing in the wind, reminding me why I was there. My steps grew more sure and steady as I headed straight for the dim, predator-filled forest. If he wasn't going to come out, then I was going to go in.

It seemed like hours of trekking through the muggy, moss-covered forest, listening out for each rustle of leaves or sounds of twigs breaking underfoot, but still, the wolf had not shown its face.

Worry for my doves grew as the golden tattoos faded into their standard black color, and frustration filled my limbs. Kicking at the dark ground, I bellowed into the thick decaying air, “Come on! I know you want this! Come show me what you're made-.”

Something flung at my body, taking me down to the ground hard, and a menacing growl crawled in my ear. Those knife-like fangs sank into my shoulder, and I screamed out in agony. While this hurt like a bitch, it also woke me up, and I slammed the rock that I had in my hand along the wolf's throat.

Fangs retracted as it let out a cry and let go of my shoulder. Not wasting a second, I scrambled up to my knees, my shoulder on fire and my vision blurred. I tried to crawl away, but the mud I fell into was like glue, sticking me to the ground floor like it was helping this wolf.

With lightning reflexes, it switched tactics, and instead of going for me with its mouth, it raised its claws and shredded everything in its path. It didn't take long for my pants to be shredded, black fabric pieces blending in with the forest floor like it was nothing. Leaving no traces of this fight between us.

The cold, sharp talons didn't take long to carve their way through my flesh. A cry burst free as they pushed in deeper, nerves igniting like a wildfire coursed through my veins. Over and over, they kept going. The violent claiming of flesh painted in scarlet strokes on my body, and all I could hear were my screams bouncing around in the forest, echoing back to me.

The rock slipped from my fingers, and I thought to myself, this was how I was going to die. Fingers curled up, fisting the dirt and leaves beneath them. If I was going to die, I was going to go out swinging.

Throwing my first fist, I clocked the wolf on the side of the face. My hand crunched underneath the hard bone of its skull, but the whimpering noise it made was like a sweet melody to my ears. I never thought I would relish in violence, but here I was, getting all excited.

Pushing up with my other hand, I was determined to give this wolf another punch into its face, ready for it to be my last ditch effort, when a fluttering came from above. While the white and the gray dove swooped down in different directions, disorienting the wolf, the black dove fell straight down on top of the wolf and dug its feet right into its eyes.

A guttural wailing howl sliced through the forest, the depths of its agony wild and broken, like it can't believe what just happened. It swiped its claws in the air, a desperate grab to get vengeance, but without its eye, it was useless.

The two other doves joined in, all using their beaks and feet to slice and peck open skin, spilling the wolf's ruby liquid onto the forest floor repeatedly; they kept going like savage beasts, overtaken by their thirst for blood.

Once it was over, the wolf slumped onto the forest floor and took a weary, meaningless breath before closing its eyes and falling into a forever slumber in front of its assailants.

That's when those devilish birds turned my way. The marks on my body flared to life, reminding me of our connection. Their soft, fluffy feathers were caked in blood, their beaks dripping crimson drops, and I swear I saw them smiling.

Cracking open my eyes, I flinched as I realized I was face to face with a sleeping Ion. Struck dumb by his angelic beauty, I clutched at my rapid beating chest. Sleeping next to him was not good for my heart.

I was about to turn around, feeling a second body behind me when I caught the smell of something earthy and smoky in the room. Is something burning?

Sitting up, I saw a faint orange-red flicker coming from the chair across the bed like a calling sign. Curiosity took over, and I glanced down at both Ion and Cezar’s sleeping faces, feeling braver with them at my side. Making sure I didn't wake them, I scooted inch by inch to the end of the bed, keeping my eye in the general direction of where the flame came from.

Taking a deep breath before I stood up and walked over to the figure of a man sitting in the chair, still shrouded in darkness. There was only one man I could think of who would sit there watching over me and his brothers, and it was the man I felt the most indebted to.

He took a deep drag, lighting up his face for only a second, and I gasped, falling to my knees. With shaky hands, I fumbled around, fingers hovering over his face and body until his hard, sure ones gripped them tight. “I’ve had worse.”

Taking another drag of his cigar, I saw clearly how swollen one of his eyes had gotten, so big that his eye was almost half closed. The other side was black and blue with a bleeding cut above his eyebrow and his lip busted. Deep crimson strands wound down his neck, disappearing underneath his black shirt.

“I'm sorry,” I choked down a sob. Even if I knew logically this was not my fault; that all the fault lay at the feet of that horrible man, my heart couldn't catch up.

Letting that guilt push me forward, making me bold, I grabbed the first aid kit Cezar got for me. There were a couple of minor cuts on my knees from when his father threw me to the ground, and he bandaged them up because he couldn't stand the sight of me bleeding.

Turning on a small dim lamp in the corner of the room, I tiptoed back over to him, biting the inside of my mouth to keep myself from gasping. I tried to smile, but I was sure it came off as a grimace.

He didn't say anything as he took another drag from his cigar, his dark, bloodshot eyes meeting mine, watching me approach him like a wounded predator caught in the corner. Tired, weary, on edge, ready to strike at any moment.

Making sure he always saw my hands, I set down the kit on the dresser next to him, opened it up, and started cleaning his wounds. Pulling the hydrogen peroxide, I whispered, “This might hurt.” He puffed out a chuckle, wincing right after, and I knew he had more injuries than I could heal. Do the ones that you can. You owe it to him .

It was intimidating having his eyes on me the whole time as I cleaned each of the wounds and patched him up as best as I could. I’d taken a few courses on minor medical emergencies, but this was beyond my knowledge. His hand shook as he took his next drag; the hand on his knee furiously tapped against his thigh. He still had yet to say a word to me, but everything told me that he was hanging on by a thread.

How could I help? What more could I possibly do?

Once I was done packing up the kit, his finger reached up toward my neck, and I flinched back on instinct. Pain and disappointment flashed in his eyes before he looked down at the floor, staring at it like he could put a hole through it. His shoulders were bunched up, his hands fisted, and the energy around him felt frenzied and wild, even as he stayed still. He needed to relax, find something else to ground himself, to remind himself that he was in control.

The dim light played peekaboo with the shadows of his face, all those darks and highlights on display, reminding me of some charcoal drawing that would be called something like ‘On the Edge’. A piece of hair fell into his face, and my fingers moved before I told them not to, causing them to comb it back into place for him.

He stood up, his hand snatched mine, fingers coiling around my wrist like a boa constrictor. His dark pools peered down at me, and I fell into them, finding those dark eyes swirling with more emotions than he'd ever let slip. There was a crack in the cold-hearted, ruthless mask he’d always worn, breaking apart bit by bit, spilling out all his unwanted feelings that he desperately tried to keep inside.

Running on instinct only, I kept my eyes on him as I slowly lowered to my knees. His void-like eyes shifted, and a flicker of emotions filed them, warring with all his others. Desire, hunger, lust.

Keeping my movements slow and deliberate, his whole being watching me like a hawk. Raising my hands, I unbuttoned and unzipped him. Taking his velvety hard shaft in my hand, a raspy, needy voice slipped from my lips as I looked at him through my lashes. “Take back control, Nicu. Use me and take it all back.”

His eyes flew open, and his breathing kicked up a notch, but that didn't stop me. Like I said, I was running off instinct and the need to make this right, to let him know I could care for him like he cared for me.

Running my fingers along his thick, strong hand, I carefully grabbed it, placing it on the back of my head before I rubbed the head of his hard cock along the seam of my lips. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling on the roots tightly, and I swiped my tongue along the head of his silky cock.

“Are you sure, princess? Are you sure you can handle me?” His husky, deep voice caused shivers to run down my body. I wanted to be bathed in that voice. It was like whiskey-covered smoke that had the strength of iron—telling me that I would be okay. That I could trusted this man.

Nodding up and down, he coolly said, “Words.” His voice went deeper, his hand yanking my head back so I was completely focused on him. “When I ask you something, you will respond with words, princess.”

“Yes,” I breathed out. My eyes flicked to his cock in front of my face, growing harder by the second, and I licked my lips, the anticipation was killing me. “Yes. I can handle you.

His lips curled and something devilish passed over his face. “Let’s see,” was all the warning I had before he tilted my head down and shoved his hard thick length past my lips, burying himself so deep I gagged. Yanking me off just as fast, he chuckled as I caught my breath. The fingers on my head snagged more strands, getting a firmer grip, making my scalp sting. “I’m going to fuck this mouth hard, fast, and deep,” heat unfurled in my belly. He bent over, getting right in my face as he rasped, “take two of your fingers and fuck yourself. Now.”

Every word he spoke a command, one not to be questioned and followed immediately, so I nodded and did just that. Lifting up the bottom of the mens dress shirt I was wearing, I shoved my fingers underneath my panties, following that wet path to my center, and sunk them in deep. A moan slipped from my lips and he growled out, “Take them out and rub your clit, then do it again.” I did as he told me too, working myself as he stared down at me with those dark pools of controlled desire.

His tongue swiped along his lips, eyes tracking every quiver and sound I made. The more he watched, the more worked up I got. Looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, I salivated for his next command.

“Open your mouth.” I did as I was told. “Stick your tongue out.” When I stuck it out, he shoved his thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, opening my jaw wider. “I’m going to fit this whole cock in your mouth and down your throat, stretching your lips so wide you’ll tear up. This is your last warning.” A part of me wanted to help him regain his control, to show him my gratitude, but another, more filthy part of me enjoyed this freedom all too much and shivered in anticipation. I wanted this more than he knew.

His eyelids shuddered as he saw my acceptance and without warning, he removed his hand and his long, stiff shaft penetrated my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. At first, the feel of him stretching out my mouth was all I could think about until I gagged and he pulled back, giving me only a second to breathe before he did it again.

Over and over he would go in as deep as he could and then pull out just as fast. My eyes fluttered as the feel of him taking me, using me, filled a part of my soul I didn't know needed this. I had let go, let him take over completely and in that was this free feeling I’d been missing these past weeks.

“Don't forget to fuck yourself.” His tone told me that if I did, there would be hell to pay, so I kept my fingers moving, my pleasure rolling through me as it was gaining traction.

His manly pleasure noises from above made me even wetter, flooding my panties as the sharp pain of his hand gripping my hair contrasted with the pleasure I was giving myself. Tears pickled at my eyes as he kept going further and further, inch by inch, forcing me to deep-throat him as far as he could go. Each time his cock cut off my air supply a euphoric feeling took over and my mouth relaxed more and more. “Fuck,” his controlling tone shook, “I could fuck this little mouth all day and still crave more.” His words only made me more excited as I focused on working myself up farther and farther as he used me.

Tears streamed down my face. Saliva escaped from the sides of my mouth, making a mess as the sloppy gagging noises echoing back to me like my own filthy melody, but this raw, controlling fucking was just want I wanted. To let go, be free, not think, and only feel. Feel how good it felt as his breaths turned into tortured groans. How good it felt to feel each thrust grow more and more desperate.

“Fuck. Such a good little princess.” I whimpered at his praise, feeling that flood of pleasure building from my core, threatening to spill over into oblivion. Desperation peppered the edge of his voice as he commanded, “Sink three fingers in deep.” I did as he said my eyes rolling into the back of my head and his unforgiving final tone came out, “Cum. Now.”

I didn't even realize how close I was until my pussy clenched down on my fingers, and a body numbing pleasure shook through me. A garbled cry forced its way around his cock as my panties turned into a wet, sticky mess of cum. He let go of my hair for a brief second before taking both hands, grabbing the sides of my head, and fucked my mouth like he was running out of time. Like he needed to fuck every second out of me.

His hands squeezed on either side, and I wrapped my lips around this cock and sucked down on him like his cock was the straw to my milkshake. His whole body shook. His hot cum shot down my throat and I drank it down like a starved woman, wanting all of it, every single drop. The garbled, unintelligent sound he made had me smile with a mouth full of cock, licking up and down his shaft to get every delectable inch of him before I let him go.

He stared down at me, a mix of awe and surprise filled his eyes, but he no longer looked like he was about to break. He looked whole and something inside of me clicked, like everything was in its rightful place.

His thumb brushed against my bottom lip in reverence, and I soaked it all up. “You’re ours now, you understand?” His hand gripped my chin tight, a crazed touch outlined his eyes, “No one is to touch you, no one is to have you. No one but me and my brothers. Do you understand?”

That was fine by me since I could barely handle them as it was, so I purred, “Yes, sir.”

His eyes fluttered closed, his cock already starting to get hard again when I heard a yawn from the bed. “Now that you have taken care of that, bring her back so we can take care of her. I can't have my wife having three husbands and only one orgasm. That's like having the chicken before the lizard.”

Glancing to the bed, I saw Cezar leaning against the post, hands crossed, but his eyes bright with lust, like he couldn't decide if he was pissed or turned on. Ion was also awake on the bed, on his knees, his dick already in his hands.

“Only if she wants you.”

These were the only words Nicu said in response, but they were the right ones, and they put me back in power. Rising from the floor, I approached Cezar and demanded, “Kiss me.”

His whole face changed, morphed into a man who was elated with his new job. Snaking a hand around my back, he yanked me to his chest, landing with a thud, and dove in for a kiss like he was starved. His hot tongue filled my mouth, kissing me like we were the last two people on earth, and it didn't matter what we did here or now. His hands ran up and down my body, making my skin quake where his bruising grip vacated.

Turning us mid-kiss, we crashed onto the bed, and he tore at the fabric on my body like it was offensive. I almost cried out, knowing my shoulder was going to scream in pain, but he took out his knife, running that razor-sharp cold steel along my belly, watching my eyes flare in excitement before he cut it down the center.

“Want to put on a show? I think Ion needs to see how to fuck you properly.”

Ion growled at Cezar’s words but didn't stop watching as Cezar tore off his pants and moved me to my side, getting behind me. One hand found its way underneath me, cupping my breast, while the other lifted my leg, my sex on full display.

Cezar whispered in my ear, “You know what to do. Drive him wild.”

I gulped, leaning against Cezar as I looked Ion up and down, unimpressed. “Watch how I like to be fucked, Ion.” His eyes were already glued to me, and he nodded. “And don't you dare fucking cum. I want to use you as a toy after. You’ll like that, won't you, fuckboy?”

Ion groaned, and Cezar kissed my shoulder from behind, running his nose along my skin. He opened his mouth and then turned to the side, whispering, yelling, “No, you can’t try out my dick, Cal! Fuck off!”

Whipping around, grabbing his face, looking him right in the eyes, and said, “Leave you, dirty pervert! I want Cezar to myself right now.”

Cezar’s eyes twinkled, bringing his hands to my face as he rested his forehead against mine, looking me deep in the eyes. “I’m always here with you. You have all of me, all of the time.” My heart crashed into my chest, wanting to leave me and jump into his arms. How can you not fall for this man?

Turning me back around, he lifted my leg, whispering along my back how beautiful I looked on my knees, how I looked like an angel with wings, flying so high. He took that moment to sheathe himself inside of me, already wet from his brother, and I shuddered. Biting my lip, I tried to keep my groan to myself, but my body was like a live wire and he knew just how to tap into it.

Someone's fingers trailed down my leg, and I looked over to see Nicu staring at me, well really, staring at my pussy as he lifted my leg higher. Cool air whipped past my exposed center and I hissed, feeling even more turned on than before. He then bent my leg at the knee and wrapped a tie around my leg. Where did he find that? He took it up a notch and tied it to the bedpost, keeping me in an exposed position. “This is a better view.”

Cezar glared at him but let it go as his lips worked down my back; his hand around my breast pinched the nipple between two fingers, and I gasped out as he thrusted. Nicu’s long, strong fingers rubbed at my clit, playing with me as his brother fucked me, making my thighs tremble. “That's right, princess. Get worked up. We’re going to have you dripping out cum, making a mess of these sheets.”

Biting down on Cezar’s hand, I moaned against him, loving all of the attention. “That's right, my Roma,” Cezar whispered, “bite me, kick me, do whatever you want because it doesn't matter. You’re ours and we won't let go.”

Cezar picked up the pace, thrusting into me harder and harder, making his point, which made Nicu’s fingers rub faster and faster. “Fuck, you’re fucking beautiful.” Ion’s voice pulled me out of this three-way cocoon, seeing him watching as his hand moved up and down his cock, choking it as he got to the head. There was something incredibly sexy and intimate about watching someone pleasure themselves to you being fucked.

All three of their hungry eyes on me, watching me, was overwhelming in the best of ways. A hot fever took over and my eyes screwed shut while my body felt the tingles of pleasure pulling me down, dragging me into the abyss of bliss, and I couldn't fight it anymore.

“Open your eyes.” That commanding tone had my lids flying open, looking to Nicu for direction again. His lips curled up. The menacing edge he was giving had my heart pounding harder. “You watch what we’re doing to you. You watch and feel every bit of what we do as we take your body over the edge.” His fingers rubbed my clit faster, taking my breath away.

Not wanting to be in the background, Cezar’s teeth grazed my back, making me pay attention to his bruising grip on my hip before he began to piston his way into my body. All my senses were on overload.

Nicu leaned down, gripped my bouncing face, eyes taking me in like he was remembering every inch of this moment. “Cum around my brother's cock, Kazia.” His lips crashed into mine, lips, teeth and tongue, claiming me just as much as his brother’s cock.

My toes curled, and I was pushed over the edge, clenching down on Cezar’s cock with my bottom lip between Nicu’s teeth. My orgasm crashed into me like a freight truck, taking over my body in spasms as I came.

Fighting to keep my eyes open, Nicu jerked upright, and I saw his cock out and in his hand before he groaned out a low, tortuous sound and his cum shot out against my exposed pussy. I looked up to see his eyes drilled into mine, the feeling of chains being locked, the sense of forever in his gaze had me trying to catch my breath.

Cezar, not wanting to be outdone, thrust into me so deep my mouth flew open. He bit down on my shoulder, his teeth digging into my skin in the most painfully sensual way as his warmth filled me and my eyes went back into my head. He mumbled under his breath about his claim being more complete, but I wasn't paying attention as I was riding out the remaining shockwaves of this second orgasm.

Nicu trailed his fingers, covered in my arousal, along the leg that he tied up. The muscles in my leg trembled beneath his fingers. He bent down, giving my thigh a sweet, soft kiss that seared my skin and made that arousing heat fill me up all over again. It only took one tug for my leg to come free, but the damage was done. I wanted more.

Glancing at Ion, his face was twisted and torn. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he gritted his teeth, trying desperately not to come since I told him not to. I had to take pity on this poor, beautiful man.

Crawling out from Cezar’s grasp, I made my way over to Ion turning around on my knees and backed up into him. Lifting a hand behind myself, I ran it up his neck to the back of his head. His breathing grew ragged as my ass hit his flat muscular stomach, and I sighed out. His taut stomach clenching along my ass, desperation and need clung around me, making my body sing with anticipation. No thinking, just feeling, and I was feeling like I wanted more.

Letting go of his head, I reached down between my legs, grabbed his cock and lined him up at my cum covered entrance. “Is that enough lube for you, fuckboy? Can you fuck me with your brother's cum dripping out of me? Or is this not something you can do?”

Like the words had snapped the ropes keeping him back, he grabbed my hips and shoved himself inside of me, daring me to keep talking my shit, but I was already so spent that all I did was reach back up with my good arm and stick my ass out further as I moaned out.

One of his arms moved, snaking out around my waist while the other carved its way into my hip. His hands had this possessive grip like he would never let me go, even if he had to play tug-a-war with death himself. His face ran alongside mine, our huffing and puffing matched; everything about our joining synchronized as our two bodies moved as one.

It didn't take long for both of us to turn breathless, to cry out, to fall over the edge together in bliss.

Being completely spent, my body melted against his, unable to do anything else but be a limp noodle.

Cezar laughed as he said he was going to run a hot bath. Nicu was already trying to force feed me some water, and Ion held onto me like he thought I would disappear this second. When Cezar said the bath was ready, Ion swooped me up and went in with me.

The old me would’ve told myself that I was delusional. That I was sinking further and further down a dangerous and destructive pattern, one that I couldn’t get out of. Sinking into the steamy water, having Ion lathering me up, I smirked, realizing Stockholm syndrome was real and didn’t want to find a cure.