Chapter 4
MIA
The look on Aries’s face is priceless. He’s beet red, unsure if he wants to be pissed or impressed that the hustler is being hustled.
He tosses his pants to the floor next to his Italian leather shoes. “Let me guess. Bones?”
I nod and giggle. You’re not the only one I have secrets with. “Yup. So many late nights at the garage… He’s been teaching me all his tricks.”
The bulge in his stark-white briefs springs. He licks his lips as he chalks the tip of his cue stick. “And to think I was going to go easy on you. Tsk, tsk, little lamb. No mercy now.”
Draven cracks open a bottle of Blackwell gin, makes us each a dirty martini, and then leans back against the wall to watch the show.
The poison Aries slipped me earlier is working its way through my veins like a steam train building up momentum the longer it chugs down the track. A warm glow stretches from my fingertips to my toes, quelling my anxiety and uneasiness.
I can’t wipe the lopsided grin off my face when Aries misses his next shot and banks the cue ball instead of the nine. “You’re losing your touch, Thorn.”
Draven nearly blows gin out his nose. “Are you flustered, Ries? I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Watch it, Dray. My mood is quickly souring.” His nostrils flare as he stalks around the pool table, glaring at it like it just punched him in the face.
The buttons of his crisp white linen shirt go flying when he rips it open.
He tosses it into the hearth, letting it burn, as if it didn’t cost him more than the average person’s monthly car payment.
I strut around the table in just a black lace camisole and matching panties.
Once I retrieve the cue ball from the corner pocket, I set it down where I want it and take my shot.
But when I pull the stick back, it throws me off balance.
I stumble for a second before righting myself.
But it’s too late. I miss the shot. Fuck.
Aries howls with satisfaction. He charges toward me, backing me up against the edge of the table. “My turn.” He fingers the thin spaghetti straps of my camisole. “Off. Now.”
I swallow hard, turned on by his aggression. The look in his eyes is ferocious. “Rules are rules,” I rasp.
A low growl rumbles from Draven’s chest as he watches me pull the camisole over my head and toss it to the floor. My nipples are taut, reddened like the flush that sweeps across my neck and chest.
Aries lets out a satisfied breath. He wedges his cue stick between my breasts and presses the length of it against me. “For good luck.” He twists the cube of chalk around the tip of the stick, sending particles of the green powdery substance across my skin like dust.
I back up and let him take his turn without interference. “It’s not over yet,” I taunt.
He snickers and sinks the next three balls without breaking a sweat, each time winking at me before taking the shot.
Draven presses into me from behind. He snakes one arm around my waist and another around my neck. “One more ball left, little lamb. Then you are at the mercy of both of us.”
A fluttering stirs between my thighs. Fucking hell. They aren’t going to hold back. They never do…
Aries flashes me a wicked grin. “You know what, fuck it. I’ll give you a free one.” He pulls his white briefs down and off.
My mouth waters at the sight of his swollen cock.
Draven purrs into my ear as his grip around my waist tightens, “Fuck… hurry up and beat her, Ries.”
And without wasting another second, he does exactly that. My stomach flips the second the eight ball drops into the right corner pocket. The clanking sound mimics the quick snap of my heartbeat.
“To the victor, go the spoils,” Draven proclaims. He joins Aries against the pool table. Side by side, they look more dangerous than ever.
“Off,” Aries commands.
“Yes, sir.” I push my panties slowly down my legs and over the pointy heels of my boots. I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to hide my sweat and arousal. He loves when I play hard to get.
Aries stalks toward me in massive strides. I gasp when he grabs my throat and pulls me to him. “You will never best me. You’re my little fucking lamb, and I’m the big bad wolf.”
I nod and claw at his hands. My throat burns with each breath he allows me to have. The harder he squeezes, the more I need to cum.
He pushes me onto the pool table. “Be a good girl and lie back so we can get a better look at you.”
I can’t resist his dominance. I sprawl out across the pool table, arms above my head and legs spread wide. As the poison in my veins peaks, my skin runs hot. I’m feverish and tingling all over.
Draven downs the rest of the gin straight from the bottle and sets it between my legs. “Arch your back.”
The second I do, Aries wedges a pillow underneath my lower back. Draven grabs the bottle and inches it between my thighs. “I want to see how well your pussy can swallow a bottle of Blackwell gin.”
My heart beats even fast when they both tower over me. Fuck. I can barely catch my breath.
Aries pinches my shoulders back, pinning them to the table. I gasp as Draven inserts the tip of the glass bottle inside me. “Oh, fuck,” I whine. There must be something wrong with me for liking this. Instead of being repulsed, I crave more.
“That’s my girl,” he praises. He spreads my pussy open with his fingers and pushes the bottle farther in.
“Oh, my… Fuck,” I cry out.
“Don’t be so gentle,” Aries barks.
Draven chuckles. “We’re getting there, aren’t we, Trouble?” He moans as he strokes me. I rock my hips as he thrusts the bottle in and out, my puckered hole slick with arousal. “You look so fucking hot taking it like this.”
Aries climbs onto the pool table and forces me to sit up so he can scoot in behind me. He cradles me to his chest while Draven twists the bottle in circles, shoving it in deeper. The tip of the bottle hits my G-spot. “Relax, baby girl. Wouldn’t want that glass to break inside your pretty cunt.”
The threat of injury on top of the carnal depravity pushes me right up to the edge. “Right there. Oh, fuck. Please. Don’t fucking stop.” I scream out as I contort around it.
“Oh, fuck, yeah. You’re such a good fucking slut for us.” Aries pulls my pussy lips apart, pinning them back so Draven can use both hands now. He flicks his forefinger against my clit hard. The sharp sting is jarring. And it’s enough to break me.
I scream as my orgasm destroys me, cumming so hard my entire life flashes before my eyes. My messy release drips down the bottle, coating his fingers and wrist. I arch back against Aries, who pinches both my nipples hard between his fingers. “Yeah, come here, love. Just like that. Lean into me.”
I slam against the bottle, fucking it harder as I succumb to the well of pleasure that threatens to consume me.
My vision blurs, white stars dotting the black spots that invade my line of sight.
I don’t care if I pass out or die from this.
I can’t control my pulse, my screams, my breath…
I am chaos. Out of body. Untethered to this world.
The darkness seeps in, my eyelids heavy.
“Yeah, baby. You’re doing so good. You look so pretty. Fuck, yeah,” Aries breathes into my ear.
“Mmm, yes, she is perfection,” Draven praises as he continues to dominate, controlling my pleasure.
But their voices grow fainter as my body burns with need. Another deep orgasm claims me as Draven still fucks me with the bottle. The room darkens. I can feel the sting of the gin but not the table underneath me. It’s like I’m floating amidst the stars in space. The unknown blankets me.
What the fuck? They are gone.
Or I am. Am I?
Did I disappear?
My pussy is raw, but I keep fucking the bottle, desperate to cum again and again. I’m a greedy little slut for their wickedness.
Skelker.
My heart flutters.
I peer through heavy lids while my body still rocks back and forth. I glimpse resin. Amber stones in eye sockets surrounded by jagged bone. I gasp. His essence is thick, suffocating. He comes closer.
No. This isn’t real. I scream out.
Aries grips my throat. “Mmm, I could do this to you all night. You’re so fucking naughty for us.”
They don’t see him. They don’t know he’s here. Fuck.
Your time is almost up, dark one. I’m coming for you.
His voice is in my head, stabbing my brain like a thousand needles. I shiver. I convulse. But I cum. Again.
Draven is in front of me. He slows his rhythm, and I lift up and down, gently rocking as he softly twists the bottle in and out. We move as if we’re one unit—Aries behind me, massaging my nipples, Draven stretching me with the empty gin bottle.
But all I can see and feel is the devil who haunts me. Distant drums beat loud in my ears. I scream, and tears stream down my cheeks. I try to warn them, but they are oblivious. They are entranced by my pleasure and the way I take it.
And this also feeds him. The Skelker. My carnal arousal is his sustenance.
I lick a bead of sweat off my lip, and another one replaces it. The room is an inferno. Pitch-black except for those golden resinous eyes.
He comes closer, bare-chested, his muscles carved as if from stone.
His robes drape behind him like shadows.
His velvet pants hang low on his hips. This is not the body of a man.
But the body of a god. No. A devil. The bones of his body protrude, pushed by his ribbed veins.
And yet his skin is smooth and supple, pulled taut.
You will feel me soon.
My stomach drops. No. I shake my head. I try to scream, but my voice is nowhere to be found. And still I sway between Aries and Draven.
Until I can no longer lift my head. I slump back against Aries’s chest.
Skelker.
He’s at my side. His icy breath on my cheek, so cold it burns.
Will you be a good little whore for your devil too?
I claw at my own throat. Never.
I look forward to breaking you into submission… See you soon, dark one.
A burst of light blinds me as the room comes back into focus. The felt of the pool table burns my ass. I cry out. “Please…”
Draven pulls the bottle from my pussy and presses it against my mouth. “Wrap your lips around this and suck.”
My body is alight with need. But something tickles the back of my neck as a cold draft blows past me. He lurks. Watching. I moan as I mouth the bottle and let Draven fuck my throat with it.
Aries grabs a fistful of my hair, wrapping the ends around his wrist. “You’re putting on such a good show for us.”
This is the sweetest sabotage. The most brutal release. I cum again while they take turns fingering me. I close my eyes, drunk on gin and poison and the devil’s threats. Dizzy from ancient curses that threaten to enslave me.
They turn me over. They bend me and pull me in different directions. I’m on all fours. Aries buries his cock inside my pussy while Draven shoves his in my mouth. They slam into me, paddling me back and forth between them.
You owe me so much more than this.
Darkness covers me like a cloud. He is perverse. Intrusive. Unnatural. No. Leave me alone.
Draven threads his fingers through my hair as he thrusts his cock down my throat. I gag as copious amounts of saliva drool down my chin. “Mmm, my messy fucking lamb. I love how you choke on me.”
Aries slams into me hard from behind. “Ahhh, fuck. I’m cumming.” It runs down my legs, hot and milky. Slow and sticky like molasses.
I collapse. Aries scoops me off the table and carries me upstairs. Both he and Draven sandwich me between them in a sea of pillows and black satin sheets. I let them be selfish tonight. Everyone does. Bones and Nox allow them to play these games with me. But tomorrow there will be penance.
I will pray and scream and pound my fists on the Wishing Tree. I will beg him to release me. I hope that this will be the time that he agrees. Even though I know it’s foolish.
With each night, my fear grows. He looms closer. Skelker.
He will have to take because I will not give…
As I lie you down to sleep, I claim to you, your soul I’ll take. And when you wake, I claim to you, your pleasure and your pain. I take. I take. I take. I take…
I’m being pulled under, forced into a dreamless sleep. I cower in fear inside my very own mind while Aries and Draven lie content beside me, unaware of the darkness that lurks among us.