Chapter 26 Zion
ZION
All thoughts had deserted me. Or maybe they’d been eradicated by Gedeon’s question. His requirement to keep my hands off myself for the foreseeable future.
At minimum.
How was I supposed to endure the mornings if I awakened alone?
Or the showers when I knew one of them was lying naked in our bed?
Or when Kali trained with knives, fury and vengeance written across her features in bold letters?
Or when Gedeon pitched his voice so low it would become a growl, so predatory and dark my mouth would go dry, my limbs wobbly, and all my blood would give up the power to him, for him to command and to drain?
Though the latter hadn’t reached the light of day. Yet. One of these early mornings, when the dawn was about to break, I was going to convince Gedeon to take my blood while I consumed his.
So if he wanted me to stop jerking off?
I could concede to that.
I’d simply fuck them instead of my fist.
Good luck to their mouths, asses—because I was going to get into his too—and pussy, singular. Their five holes were going to take a beating in the following hours.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
Gedeon snapped the waistband of my sweatpants. “Speak up.”
My abdominal muscles tensed—the slight sting had recalled how Gedeon had wielded those two floggers.
How he’d showered me in pain, how I’d verged on falling without him even touching me.
The combination of his presence, the steady burn from the leather strips, and the blindfold had elevated the experience to the point where I’d debated whether I would survive it.
But when I’d endured, and he’d plastered his front to my back, his whispers ghosting across my sweat-streaked skin, I’d come so hard my lungs had imploded.
“Choose, Zion,” Gedeon pressed. Like Kali had once described it, pure night claimed his eyes, the black specks in his brown irises fueled by his yearning for dominance, his restraint fracturing.
“Choose,” he repeated, “or I will pick for you. But be warned that I will not take the lack of decision lightly. I will use your own ropes to bind you for a lesson on consequences.”
His exhale mixed with my inhale, the air he passed into me warm and heady, drugging me together with his vow.
“Okay,” I yielded, failing to spread my legs. His knees had locked them in place on purpose.
I had grown so hard it ached, like all those years ago in the shower of Gedeon’s parents’ house, when I’d resorted to getting myself off to the image of Gedeon in the training rings. To how sweat would gleam on his broad shoulders. How the beads of perspiration would trickle down his bare torso.
My hips lifted in a quest for friction. When my crotch connected with Gedeon’s palm, the faint brush was enough for a shiver to skate down my spine.
Was it the years of distance he’d put between us, or something else, I had not a hunch, but seeing him want me drove me so utterly crazy; I craved to drown in the madness.
“‘Okay,’ what?” He reinforced his hold on the sides of my neck. “You have three seconds to state your choice.” His tongue tickled the spot behind my earlobe, and a shudder rocked through me. “One.” Circling my nipple, he flicked it. “Two.” Then tweaked it.
The jolt rushed down to my hips. My thighs jerked in hopes of widening as I chased my fleeting sanity to respond to him.
He pinched the abused piece of tissue. “Thr—”
“My orgasms are yours,” I strained to say before the lack of oxygen could render me senseless, a puddle of weightlessness floating in the canyon of everlasting giddiness.
Gedeon hummed in satisfaction, and my throat constricted, parched, but not for water.
For the possibility of devouring that divine sound.
Grabbing his nape, I tugged him closer to crash his mouth to mine—
He ripped my wrist away, slamming it onto the few sharp rocks scattered along the hem of the blanket. Like thorns with poisonous tips, the jagged edges prodding my palm invoked prickles to slither down my body.
“Do not dare to move in any capacity at all.” Lowering to sit on my thighs, Gedeon pulled on my bottom lip with his thumb. The gesture screamed My property so loud I would’ve done anything for him to touch me, anywhere and everywhere all at once.
“Keep your arms behind you. If you change your position whatsoever, or if you try to rush this, I will not let you come for a week.” He pushed the finger into my mouth.
I pulled him deeper, up to the first knuckle, lapping at the digit and sucking the tip, seeking to lure him into snapping.
I could bathe in how his control turned me on. He was the only man I’d ever felt safe with to let go, to lower my guard.
But I also knew wildness lived inside him. I longed to set it free.
“I should warn you that your agreement means I will make you watch me fuck our woman into oblivion, but not for a single second will you be allowed to join or relieve yourself.” As he withdrew his thumb, his darker skin glistened from my saliva. “Am I clear?”
I croaked, “Yes.”
My mind whirled with the endless supply of fantasies he’d called out. Kali panting underneath Gedeon. Or bent over the table, her flesh rippling from his thrusts. Or suspended in the air from my ropes while he reddened her ass with the belt he was currently yanking out of his jeans.
The clang of the buckle echoed across the roof, fueling my anticipation—
He shoved the worn leather between my lips. The rich, earthy taste exploded on my tongue as he wrapped the belt around my head, fastening the buckle so tight the makeshift gag dug into my cheeks.
My eyes bulged at the realization he had extra holes punched out to be able to secure it like that.
He stroked the leather razing my skin. “You are so beautiful like this.”
Drool gathered in my mouth as I gurgled a nonsensical response, bathing in his praise.
With his eyes lingering on me, he turned to the roof’s entrance. “Isn’t he, little death?”
Frozen in the doorway, Kali gaped at us.
But after what felt like an eternity, she croaked, “He is.”
Smugness flooded me. So she did think I was beautiful like this—at Gedeon’s mercy.
I wished for nothing more than to pull her down next to me, but at the same time, I didn’t want to disobey Gedeon. I stayed rooted in my spot, praying to the gods he’d cease torturing me and would grip my cock. Or lick it. Swallow it. Sit Kali on it. Any holes of theirs would have done it for me.
“Close the door.” Shuffling down my legs, Gedeon tugged down my sweatpants. “Or he will raise alarms with his howling.”
Kali stepped away from the entrance. As the door shut behind her, she jumped, scrambling to keep hold of the three colorful food containers and flushing the most beautiful shade—crimson.
To help Gedeon yank the fabric down, my hips lifted of their own accord. The chill swirling around us didn’t hesitate in assaulting the wetness at the tip of my dick.
If I didn’t receive stimulation within the next ten breaths, I was going to lose my sanity. If I even had one to begin with.
Gedeon grasped my cock, firmly and roughly. But he didn’t pump, no, he just held me at the base. “Won’t you?”
I curled in on myself, trying to hump his fist, to coax him into moving, into sliding up and twisting, but my efforts were fruitless. Gedeon kept still, and I bit down on the belt, ignoring my protesting molars as saliva dribbled from my lip corners.
Frustration caused my pants to morph into the howl he’d talked about.
Looking at Kali, Gedeon indicated a spot on the blanket. “Sit.”
While she made her way to us, he stroked me up, lightly squeezing. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I throbbed in his hold. More, more, more went round and around in my brain—the last coherent thought.
Once she lowered on her heels beside me, he told her, “Now spit on him.”
“What?” Her wide eyes darted from my lap to Gedeon’s face.
“Spit on his cock, Kali.” He wrapped her fingers around me, both of their palms sitting at the base. “Now.”
Hesitant at first, she leaned down, tucking her hair behind her ear and glancing at me from under her eyelashes.
“Mhrm,” came out of me instead of Do it, please, do it. The gag garbled my words.
But she did as she was told, and her drool dribbled down my underside, all the way to their fingers enveloping me.
She gulped. “Did you like that, pretty boy?”
I nodded in quick succession, frantic and a bit disoriented. Her smile bloomed, and the sight of it grounded me. It always did.
A second gush of heat made me jerk. Wiping his mouth, Gedeon straightened. His saliva ran down my length, mixing with hers.
Taking the lead, he moved their hands up, spreading their wetness over me, and then went down. And repeated it all over again. Up and down, up and down, twisting at the top, drawing out my groans.
I choked on the toxic cocktail of them seizing the last shreds of my rational thinking. My fists curled, but I didn’t move an inch. I refused to.
I’d wanted Kali since I saw her. I’d wanted Gedeon since…whenever. Couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment. And now I needed them both. Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Right this second.
“I want to see you go down on him.” Kali’s quiet request dispersed the haze trapping me.
Gedeon’s answering smile was one of a hunter’s: predatory and dark. “As you wish.”
He pulled her in for a short kiss before sliding backward to hover above my shins. His breath tickled the moisture at the tip—
A strong hand clamped down around me. Then his lips spread to accommodate me, to wrap snugly around my girth, and I threw my head back.
My groans escaped in tandem with his head bobbing, his cheeks hollowing as he withdrew and his throat opening as he lowered, accepting me fully.
The muscles low in my stomach spasmed until they wound up so tight I hissed.
My balls tightened, and spots of black peppered my vision as I teetered on the verge of fracturing apart.
Gedeon hummed, sending vibrations rocketing through me—
I broke. Shattered. Crumbled into dust particles, each carrying a piece of me as they floated away.
Tremors ensnared me, locking my joints and collapsing the reality around me, narrowing my existence to the man who’d pushed me away for so long only to protect me.
Who had become the anchor of our trio, the steady mind we lacked.
I blinked while my atoms gradually returned to their dedicated positions.
Crawling off me, Gedeon unbuckled the belt and threw the makeshift gag aside, the clang of the buckle hitting the concrete and zapping down my vertebrae like an electrical current.
He tapped my cheek—a faint slap of sorts.
I gawked at him. Dizziness had done a job on me. He’d sent me reeling.
Seizing my short hair the best he could, he yanked my head back. My jaw fell, and he parted his lips. A milky substance dripped off his tongue and onto mine, the liquid slightly salty.
He spit into my mouth. “Taste yourself.”
Before I could swallow the residue of my cum mixed with his saliva, his lips collided with mine.
It wasn’t sweet or exploratory. Roughness fueled him as he silently demanded full control, forcing me to take, to endure, to survive the assault he’d launched on me.
“You taste like heaven.” He hooked his teeth around my bottom lip and tugged. It slipped out with a pop, and he groaned, leaping for a second round.
Lightheaded, I didn’t put up a fight in the battle for dominance. There was no point in struggling when famine had clearly pulled him under its spell, and I wanted to serve as his last meal. His breakfast. His nighttime snack. His comfort food. His obsession.
His partner.