Chapter 71 Kali
KALI
Istared at Peter’s headless body.
His paleness, the crimson saturating his shirt, the splotch across his groin…
I bit my fist to suppress a gag. The Head of Ilasall had pissed his pants.
But the scarlet river flowing from the rough edges of his neck called to me like a beacon, the leaking arteries and veins reaching for me, seeking to ensnare me with their liquid heat.
It already coated my arms, my face, dripped off my chin to my chest, plastered my hair to my temples.
The stickiness gradually cooled, lowering my temperature back to reasonable levels.
Slicing off Peter’s—Gedeon’s father’s—head had required much more effort than I’d expected. An ordinary combat knife might not have been the best choice for the task, but it’d gotten the job done, so I couldn’t complain.
Gedeon watched me wipe the mixture of sweat and blood off my mouth with a smirk, discoloration coloring his swelling right eye from the punch he must’ve sustained on his way to the Spire.
“Pretty birdie,” Zion rasped, gently holding Gedeon’s wrist to avoid hurting his wounded limb.
I still couldn’t believe he’d shoved a glass right into his father’s face. Even managed to break a tooth of two.
Swallowing, Zion ruffled his hair, painting his strands in streaks of red, a pattern so hypnotizing I missed him lunging at me.
He pushed me backward, shoving me into the floor-to-ceiling windows, and my shoulder blades collided with the thick glass. The bruises littering my back yelled in protest, voicing their concern by forcing me to cry out.
With his hips pressing me flush with the window, Zion locked me against him, and his mouth crashed into mine.
Softness didn’t grace his kiss—no, it was violent, as brutal as his crushing grasp. He devoured me. Consuming my whimpers, he delved deeper to devastate me, to raze the wreck, to open the gates to paradise.
“Let her breathe,” Gedeon commanded.
With a groan, Zion eased off me, resting his forehead on mine, his chest heaving.
I curled my arms around his neck. “Zion.” The hair dotting his nape tickled me as I caressed him, the hardness poking my lower belly unmistakable.
“I want you,” he strained to say, tense, not bearing to look at me. “I need you.”
Playing with his hair, silky and short, I savored how he trembled. Wired beyond return, he burned.
“Careful.” Pushing off the bar, Gedeon marched over to us, like a soldier, each movement calculated not to waste a drop of energy. Pausing at Zion’s back, he grabbed his nape. “Hold on.”
Zion choked, his hips grinding into mine, the movement soaking my panties. Trapped between the window and him, I couldn’t so much as wiggle, but any thought about escaping had fled my mind long ago.
My lips an inch away from his, I asked, “What’s wrong?” Without moving, I caught Gedeon’s eyes, his irises as dark as the night sky.
The severity of his look melted the pants straight off my legs.
Metaphorically, of course. Though I wished it’d been literal.
“He wants to fuck you.” Gedeon’s hand snaked to enfold Zion’s throat. The quivering puff of air ghosting over my mouth betrayed how Zion felt about Gedeon handling him.
“I’m not blind,” I muttered. “I can feel him wanting to destroy me. The question is, why is he shaking?”
“Crimson.” Zion ground against my lower abdomen, pressing me into the glass at my back. “So beautiful.”
“You are dripping red. And you know what blood does to him.” Gedeon tightened his grip, restricting Zion’s airway, keeping him an incremental distance away from me. “He’s afraid of breaking you if I let him loose.”
The most unhinged man in the universe was petrified of hurting me.
“Is it true?” I traced down Zion’s chest, over the rock-hard pectorals to his sternum, his heart pounding fast and hard under his rib cage. Even through the thin fabric of his skintight soldier’s shirt, his body radiated heat.
His throat bobbed under Gedeon’s hand. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
I scrunched up the synthetic fabric of his shirt. “Then ruin me.” A nod to Gedeon to show I was okay with this, and I murmured, “Break me, Zion.”
“Pace yourself,” Gedeon warned as he released Zion’s throat.
Without hesitation, Zion launched at me, grunting, growling, groaning, shoving his sounds down my throat as his tongue twined with mine. The deep gash in his cheek had to hurt, but he tended to enjoy a little bit of pain, like me.
Iron flooded my taste buds, but he didn’t relent, ravaging me like a starving man. Gasps fluttered out of me as I sought to survive the onslaught.
He scrambled to unbuckle my belt, the sole plastic button of my soldier’s pants, the zipper. Before I knew it, chilly air bathed my bare ass and thighs.
Leaving the material tangled around my knees, Zion spun me around, and the view of the city unfurled before me.
With the window cool under my palms, a stark contrast to the jumble of arousal swarming my belly, I rested my forehead on the transparent wall.
My exhales fogged up the glass, but they couldn’t soothe the raging tempest in the streets: a fight after a fight commenced, the outcome of war impossible to tell from this high up.
Zion snatched my right hip, his cock sliding along my slit, and I rose onto my tiptoes, my lungs ceasing to function from the anticipation.
He notched himself at my entrance—
His pelvis smashed into my ass as he slammed in.
A cry lodged in my throat. The sudden stretch made my pussy clench around him, and his approving groan intensified my spasms.
His fingers dug into my flesh, shading my skin in bruises, razing my nerve endings. Without pulling out, he dragged me a foot away from the window. “Keep your hands on the glass.”
With my legs quivering and my pants twined around my knees, I was forced to arch my back, to accept there was nowhere to run. “Okay.”
A few steps away from us, Gedeon leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window. “Eyes on me.” He folded his arms, crossed his ankles—a picture of nonchalance if there ever was one. “I want to see him tear you apart.”
On Gedeon’s last word, Zion withdrew and surged back inside me, bottoming out, rattling my bones. His heavy breathing and curses curled my toes as he pounded into me unwaveringly, squeezing my hips to lock them in place.
I relished the dull pain, the vicious rhythm Zion had set, the moments of nothing but pleasure whenever he hit that spot.
“You take him so well, Kali,” Gedeon praised. I had to blink a few times to focus on him so close and yet so far from us. “I wish you could see how your pussy swallows him.”
I reached toward him, my arm snaking across the glass, coming up empty as he stood too far. “Gedeon.”
“That’s right.” He rubbed his thick bottom lip, the motion smooth and graceful, like a predator stalking his prey. “You know who to pray to.”
“Please,” I begged without a clue as for what. “I—”
Zion rammed inside me, particularly roughly. It wrenched a gasp from my lungs, my peripheral blackening, the squelching sounds of our bodies slapping together setting me aflame.
“Yes?” Gedeon quirked a dark eyebrow, the fog beating against the window casting shadows on his face, covering him in creatures sculpted out of smoke and the absence of light. “Is Zion not enough for you?”
“I—” The answer evaded me. The only conclusion I could reach was that my body craved more. “Please.”
He hummed. “If you are not going to speak up, I guess you don’t really need your mouth, do you?” Striding toward us, he barked, “Zion, on your knees.”
“Godsdamnit,” he muttered through clenched teeth. Yet holding on to me, he backed us a few steps and lowered to the ground.
With my clothing limiting my range of motion, I caught myself on all fours, whimpering from Zion spreading my legs apart as far as they would go—
He plunged back inside. “You’re not flying anywhere now.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Peter’s head facing us. An unrestrained giggle rocked through me, and I contracted around Zion.
He slowed. “Fuuuck.”
A fist yanked on my hair and forced me to look up. Gedeon’s jaw feathered as he crouched down before me.
“What’s so funny, hmm?” He pulled, unraveling my high bun and gripping my strands at the roots.
My scalp prickled from a thousand needles, but still, I tried to match Zion’s thrusts. “Peter is watching us,” I murmured before falling into a fit of snickers.
Gedeon tilted his head aside. “You like the notion of my father witnessing you getting railed?”
“He can’t,” I cried out as Zion switched the angle, locating the small area on my inner walls that made my thoughts grow incoherent. “He’s dead,” I rasped between my pants.
“Precisely. It’s just me and Zion here.” Gedeon’s knuckles brushed down my cheek, the caress feather-light. “If only you could see how lovely you look stuffed full of him.”
“Heavenly.” Zion emphasized it with a snap of his hips, driving me mad. “Like your pussy was made for us.”
Gedeon tipped my chin up. “Now show me that pink tongue of yours. I want to see the mouth that belongs to me.”
I did as told, opening wide, and his hum of approval shot straight between my thighs.
His thumb pushed my tongue back inside, pressing on it hard enough for my eyes to water. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I fought the instinct to gag.
“You will choke on my cock,” he stated, not asked. “You will also swallow my cum, but if you miss a single drop, you won’t get to come. Am I clear?”
I curled the sides of my tongue around his digit, trying to suck, to tease him, and the responding sound that rumbled from his chest…
It slickened Zion’s pounding.
Tugging his finger free, Gedeon caught me under my armpits and hauled me up, until my back collided with Zion’s front.
Catching me before I could sway, Zion paused his destruction. “Will you be good and lick him until he explodes?” He punctuated his question with the slide of his dick, dragging it out and pushing back in torturously slowly.
My brain had dissolved into goo, yet my vocal cords exerted their opinion as I promised, “Yes.”