Chapter 61
ALEX
I fell asleep reading The Iliad to Marcello. In and out of consciousness, I dreamed of my Knights and all the dirty things we did together last year in the temple. One after another, I chose them, claiming my Knights with the power of a queen.
Luca’s fingers wove through my curls as Sonny sucked on my clit.
He tilted my head to the side, his teeth grazing my hot skin.
I felt like the luckiest woman in the world with these gorgeous men worshiping me.
I’d been nervous about joining The Devil’s Knights for weeks, but this was where I belonged.
Marcello grabbed my hip, bending down to suck on my nipple as Drake bit the other. A wave of pleasure rolled off my skin, the sensation swirling in my belly. Luca held my arms above my head, wrapping them around his neck to give Marcello and Drake better access.
I glanced at the other Knights on their knees before us, watching with hungry eyes. “Cole, come here,” I said to the youngest Knight.
Cole pushed himself up from the floor. I extended my hand, and he slipped his fingers between mine.
My heart raced as I stared into his eyes, which were full of hunger.
I moved his hand to my stomach, letting him feel my skin as I inched lower.
With Sonny right beneath me, there was just enough room for Cole to rub my clit with his thumb.
I clutched his wrist as he made slow, tentative strokes that made me scream.
My heart beat so fast my head spun from pleasure.
I leaned back against Luca’s chest, consumed by their delicious scents—everything from Luca’s sandalwood to the cloves on Drake’s breath.
One night, I went from only having one touch me to five of them.
And I wasn’t even done with the others. I hadn’t even had the chance to feel them.
After I came twice on Sonny’s tongue, Luca snapped, “Sonny, stop being greedy. You have to share our queen.”
His head tilted back, and my insides clenched at the loss of Sonny’s tongue. I was on the verge of another orgasm, right on the edge of losing control for a third time. He was so fucking good with his tongue I would never get enough of him.
“Not yet,” I moaned, then grabbed the back of Sonny’s head, pushing his face between my thighs. “I’m so close.”
He looked up at me, his lips glistening with my juices, and then his eyes moved to Luca for confirmation. Everyone stopped touching me, waiting for my Devil to give his approval. Well, fuck that shit. Queens do what they want.
“I’m in charge tonight,” I told Luca. “And I’m not done with Sonny.”
Luca dipped his head down and kissed my neck. “Yes, my queen.”
Sonny gave me a satisfied smile before his tongue glided over my hot flesh.
Cole went back to rolling his thumb over my clit, while Marcello switched between massaging my breast and sucking on my nipple.
Drake was doing the same on my other side.
I took Drake’s hand and moved it to my inner thigh.
He knew what I wanted without instruction and plunged two fingers inside my wetness.
I could feel Drake’s fingers and Sonny’s tongue working in unison. Each of their names slipped from my mouth, one after the other. The combination of them hit a nerve, and within seconds, my thighs trembled, forcing my Knights to hold me up.
Luca swept my hair off my shoulder, his lips inches from my earlobe. “Who’s next, my queen?”
I licked my lips and turned my head to the side. “Marcello.”
My Devil pushed their hands off me, then led me toward the altar at the center of the room. His fingers burrowed into my hips as he lifted me onto the stone slab. I shivered from the chill, and Luca smirked.
“You’ll be warm soon enough,” he promised.
The Knights stood behind us, still dressed in their ceremonial robes. They stared at me with fire in their eyes, mouths parted like they wanted to eat me.
Luca stepped between my thighs, his hands roaming through my hair as he kissed me.
With each flick of his tongue, the kiss became more passionate, like he was trying to suck the air from my lungs.
We fought a silent war with our tongues, nibbling and biting and sucking until we couldn’t breathe.
This went on for what felt like an eternity until our lips separated.
Luca released his hold on my hair, his hand dropping to my thigh. “Think you can handle all of us?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered. “But I will try.”
An evil smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Then he glanced over his shoulder at the Knights and said, “Disrobe.”
Sinking back on my elbows, I watched them strip off their robes. I was completely naked, so this would not do.
Luca moved to my side, sitting at the altar’s edge, arms folded over his chest. “Tell them what you want, my queen.”
I spread my legs wider so they could see how much they were affecting me. “Take off your suits,” I ordered, and they did as their queen commanded. “You, too,” I said to Luca.
He gave me a sexy grin, then started taking off his clothing.
Marcello wore silk Tom Ford boxers that hugged his thick thighs and an even more impressive package.
With his fighter build and sexy ass body, I could hardly contain my excitement.
And then there was my golden boy. Hot damn, Sonny sure could wear a pair of boxer briefs.
His were dark gray and tight as fucking hell, leaving nothing to my imagination.
I licked my lips at the sight of Drake’s bulge…
and Cole’s muscular arms that were like solid steel.
My eyes moved to Bastian and Damian. They had the most sinister expressions, their gazes flicking up and down the length of my body.
Finn and Callum stood beside Sonny, toned and tanned with their blond surfer looks and blue-blooded smiles.
I felt like a girl in a candy store, and I wanted to lick and suck every inch of them like they were sweet treats. Mine for the night. They were like a wet dream, a fantasy I never wanted to wake up from.
My legs dangled from the edge of the stone table. Despite the cold in the room, I ignored the chills rolling down my arms and legs. After having five men touch me at once, I wanted to be a bad girl. Luca indulged my inner demons, and I wanted nothing more than to unleash them on my Knights.
Luca was about to drop his tie on the table beside me when I grabbed his hand. “No, I want to use it.”
He shook his head, smirking as he wrapped the red silky tie around my neck. “My dirty girl,” he grunted. “Wait until I have you all to myself.”
“Marcello.” I raised my hand and beckoned him with my index finger. “Come here. You too, Drake.”
Both of them stood before me, their big cocks tenting their boxers, waiting for me to give them an order. I leaned forward and pressed my hand to Marcello’s ripped chest, kissing his marred skin. His hand fell to the back of my head, his fingers weaving through my hair as I licked his nipple.
I inched my way down his stomach. My fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers, and he groaned as I shoved them over his hips. He fisted my hair tighter when I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft. As I stroked his cock, I held out my other hand and looked over at Drake.
They grunted with each pull, holding onto me as I stroked them.
Trying to juggle both wasn’t easy, but I made it work.
Drake closed his eyes as if he were focusing on getting to the finish line.
Not Marcello, though. His blue irises were on fire with lust, the same desire that had been present for years.
I’d always wanted a piece of Marcello, and I could tell he liked me, too. He watched the faces I made, each flick of my wrist like he wanted to remember this moment forever. When I stopped stroking them, they groaned. Drake’s eyes snapped open while Lonely Boy looked back at me sadly.
I shoved my fingers inside me. Silently, they observed me, chests heaving. Drake looked like he wanted to choke me for stopping so abruptly. Marcello just waited, patient as a python.
After I coated my fingers, I slid them down their shafts. Marcello’s eyes widened. So did Drake’s.
“She smells so fucking good,” Drake said to Marcello in a hushed tone.
Marcello smirked. “I bet she tastes even better.”
I dropped my hands to the table and leaned back on my elbows, my legs spread wide. Marcello gripped my thigh and made room for himself between them. He lifted me just enough to turn me so I lay across the stone altar instead of dangling off it.
Marcello moved to the end of the table and clutched my thighs, lifting me, and then his tongue parted my slick folds.
I screamed as he devoured me like a hungry beast, my legs shaking with each of his tentative licks.
He peeked up at me, his messy dark hair falling onto his forehead as he lapped up my juices.
Drake was at my side, dipping his head down to suck on my nipple, which was hard enough to cut through glass.
My insides felt as if they were on fire from Marcello’s skilled tongue.
He thrust his fingers inside me, sucking on my clit, tugging on it with his teeth.
Dangerous and wild, he looked like an animal.
Licking, sucking, biting, taking what he wanted.
They were all hunters.
My Knights.
And I loved it.
Luca sat on the table right in front of my head.
He leaned down and grabbed the tie around my throat as he kissed me.
I moaned in his mouth, then bucked my hips to push Marcello’s tongue farther inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his neck, smothering him with my thighs.
He squeezed my ass, dug his fingers so hard into my skin I saw stars.
Marcello’s tongue darted in and out of me, circled my clit. My orgasm rose to new heights, right at its peak. And then I unraveled as if I were floating above myself. Losing all control. I came so hard on Marcello’s tongue that he had to hold on to my legs until my body stopped convulsing.