Chapter 48 - Kali
KALI
Snuggling in my cocoon of fluffiness, I pulled the duvet up to my chin. Damia had provided me with the softest bedsheets and a mattress to die for. Or perhaps the twenty-six years I’d spent in the city had crippled my joints bad enough for them to rejoice in the tiniest bit of comf—
A hand clamped over my mouth.
It muffled my scream as my eyes bugged out. The fallen night drenched the room, obscuring whoever had crawled on top of me in my sleep.
A heavy weight settled on my hips, pinning me to the mattress, and a chill crept up my spine. Thrashing, I raked my nails down their muscular forearms. My feet slipped against the sheets as I tried to throw them off me.
I was not in Ilasall, I was not in Ilasall, this couldn’t be happening, no, no, no—
Sharp metal pressed to my neck. My mouth dried out, and I stilled, squeezing my eyes shut, as if that could transport me out of here.
Barely grazing, the knife glided to my collarbone, right above my heaving chest. A hot body leaned close, and their warm breath ghosted across my ear. “Pretty birdie, why did you fly away?”
He removed his palm, and I kicked harder, my pulse roaring. “Zi—”
A strip of duct tape stifled my scream, and two more pieces followed. Hooking my nails under the corners to tear them off, I—
Zion swiftly rolled me onto my stomach, putting an end to my futile efforts. As he tied my forearms parallel behind my back, I shouted endless curses into the makeshift gag.
How had he found me so fast? Eislyn had sworn she’d keep our trip a secret and pretend she had no clue about our whereabouts.
The neckline of my pajamas dug into my neck as Zion roughly gripped it and ripped the white t-shirt I’d stolen from him apart. He sliced the sleeves off and tossed the fabric aside, leaving me naked with my face stuffed into a pillow, muffling my protests.
A sudden burst of light scorched my vision, and I blinked rapidly to push the tears away. A tall silhouette came into focus, half of him illuminated by the bedside table lamp he’d turned on.
Gedeon’s shoulders rose and fell with a heavy sigh. “How many times do I have to tell you that if you try to flee, I will always find you and drag you back?”
“I always catch my birds.” Zion spun me around, and my arms became painfully compressed under my own back. “Always.”
Gedeon pinched my chin, his dark eyes boring into mine. “Is the tattoo not enough of a reminder for you?”
I began to yell that it never would be, but a streak of scarlet on his temple squashed my attempt.
Was that his blood? Was he injured? The dim light and half my hair on my face obstructed my perusal of his form.
He didn’t seem to limp or wince, so was it Zion?
Had he gotten hurt again? Did he require stitches?
My heart raced as the duct tape smothered my mumbles.
I was going to kill them for silencing me.
Gedeon nodded to Zion. “Do it.”
He hooked his knees behind mine, spreading my legs apart, and rested the tip of his knife below my left breast. Sharp pain followed the journey of Zion’s blade as he sliced a zigzag along my ribs, stopping at the valley of my breasts.
As blood didn’t gush, I deduced he’d ensured the wounds would be superficial, but the burn alone lured out my whimpers.
Especially when he licked off the crimson coloring the blade. “You taste like addiction.”
If my heart had been pounding from fear at the beginning, now it was beating thunderously from how his actions and statement had heated me up.
His knife clutched in his fist, Zion lowered on his elbows on either side of my waist and traced the lines he’d carved out in me with his tongue. The cuts prickled, and my back bowed off the bed as he teased the underside of my breast. “So fucking sweet.”
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, flicked it, and my moan melted into a cry as his teeth caught it. Zion released the sensitive nub, and a pulsing sting washed over me, pooling between my legs, encouraging him to delve back to abuse my other nipple.
My thighs trembled from seeking to close them, his own keeping them apart and making each tiny brush of air from my writhing feel severe against my wetness.
He sat back on his heels, and pure sin curved his mouth upward. I held my breath as steel glided down my navel and between my folds. I choked from the cold sensation on my clit.
“Get her on top of you,” Gedeon growled, his command as icy as a raging sea.
Zion ripped off his shirt, tossing it on the floor and exposing his sculpted and scarred torso, and my core twitched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
Spreading beside me, he manipulated my body so I straddled him while he lay on his back, and pushed his underwear down enough for his cock to spring free.
Despite being furious at them, I helped him align himself with me. Once his tip was inside me, he yanked my hips down, burying himself completely, and I gasped from the stretch.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, and I wished I could lose myself in the madness swirling in his eyes.
“Lean down,” Gedeon ordered, and Zion pulled me down on his chest, his hips shifting as Gedeon settled behind me.
He spread my ass cheeks, and something cold and wet dripped down the slit.
“I told you what I would do the night of your tattoo.” Gedeon’s finger circled my puckered hole before pushing inside, moving with deliberate efficiency to prepare me, and I instinctively tensed. “I do not go back on my word.”
A second slick finger joined the first, pumping in and out of me a few dozen times, and a third one slipped inside. I clenched from the rough invasion, whimpering into the duct tape.
“I do not ask for permission, Kali. I simply take.” He braced a hand on my lower back. “And so will you. All of it.”
Gedeon inched inside, his fingers digging into my hip to hold me in place as Zion’s arms wrapped around me.
“That’s just the head. You have to relax or it’s going to hurt.
Only I will not stop either way,” Gedeon hoarsely promised.
“You trashed my study and Zion’s underground, and then ran away from us.
” He rocked forward and fully sunk in, his pelvis colliding with my ass.
“Do something like that again and I will not hold back.”
I wanted to shout that if they dared to leave me again, I would be the one not holding back, but the duct tape hushed my yell into unintelligible sounds.
Gedeon hauled me upright, and my back hit his chest. “That’s right. You cannot talk. You can only take it. Because you crave what we give.”
He was right. They made being powerless feel so good.
I used to simply endure sex to get it over with, whether by my choice or whoever was on the receiving end of my favors.
But Gedeon made me desire more of it. To get off on it.
And Zion used me as his doll, twisting and bending me as he wished, sinking his canines into my bottom lip every chance he got.
It was still slightly swollen and aching from his vicious kiss the morning they’d left for the auction.
“You are ours,” Gedeon grunted out. Grasping my throat, he pressed a hand above my pussy, and that and him moving in my ass rubbed Zion’s cock right along my inner wall. My head dropped back as my vision began to swim.
“Ours,” Zion echoed, his voice strained. His thumb found my clit, and I squirmed to get away from him, panting as the air I inhaled stopped being enough.
Gedeon tore the duct tape off my mouth, my lips coming off with it, and a gasp lodged in my throat as pleasure rippled through me. My breathing stuttering, I cried out, contracting around them both. “Please, no more, I can’t—”
Zion cut me off with his continued assault on my clit, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until it flamed up, lighting me on fire. Gedeon sunk his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and the dull pain overfed the blaze.
It crashed, sending me into nothingness as I fell apart, losing my grasp on my surroundings. Everything felt too much and nowhere near enough, too slow and too fast, too torturous and too ecstatic.
Yet they didn’t relent even as I writhed in hopes of getting away, my flesh too sensitive for further stimulation.
“I have told you this before. I will make you come for each minute you make me wait.” Gedeon’s gravelly tone burrowed into my bones. “Swear you will not run again.” He plunged inside me, his thrusts brutally deep.
“I can’t,” I croaked out. With my muscles burning from the unending tension, I wanted to beg them both to cease and to never stop, because as long as I had them with me, everything was going to be okay.
Gedeon squeezed my throat, cutting off my oxygen in a warning. “Say it,” he demanded, and slammed into me so hard I almost fell onto Zion.
“You already have us. Now let us have you,” Zion gritted out, clutching my hips, his thumb persistently continuing its caresses on my clit. His eyes shone in such intense blue, like midnight was consuming them, that something reached from inside my chest toward them.
“I won’t run away,” I whispered.
“Tell me you are ours, Kali.” Gedeon moved in tandem with Zion, raising me up and down, groaning as I squeezed around them.
They fucked me so relentlessly, Gedeon had to hold me up as my legs quivered, refusing to work properly.
“Tell me it’s not a deal. Tell me it’s not just your body.
Tell me we own you entirely, your fascinating mind and a fighter’s soul. Tell me you choose us.”
His request was dangerous. A deal I wouldn’t be able to back out of and with no palpable value. A bargain without him providing me with anything previously agreed upon in exchange for my word.
He wanted a promise.
But I’d never felt safer than with them around. I’d never laughed so much or rolled my eyes so often. I’d never felt so valued before I’d met them. I’d never…missed anyone before.