Chapter 35 Aniyah #2
“And?” I gave him one last chance to say it.
“I want us to come together… and for you to seal it with a kiss.”
Smiling, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his throat, easing him down until his head rested at the edge of the bed. His muscular body stretched out, cock glittering like a prized weapon.
“Tie your hands behind your back.”
Vines slithered up his spine like they’d heard me, wrapping around his wrists with deliberate care. He could touch my wings at the end, but right now, I wanted him to feel what I was doing to him.
I leaned over, lips brushing his as I whispered, “You beg so beautifully, Van. It makes me want to reward you over and over again.”
Spreading my legs as I stood over him, I positioned myself above his cock. He tried to lift his head, to watch, but I clamped my hand around his throat.
“Ah ah, my Van. This time you feel, not see.”
The desperate ache in his face was intoxicating. I moved slowly, deliberately lowering myself onto him, keeping our gazes locked. The moment his cock touched my entrance, his eyes rolled back.
“Eyes on me.” My voice cracked like a whip.
They flew open, revealing that vivid, endless jade that had always held secrets. How had I not seen this sooner? The love, the loyalty. He craved me. Respected me. I’d thought we were just relieving stress, but now I saw the truth. Every word, every look had always been meant to soothe, to worship.
But this time, it was about him.
I sank down slowly, kneeling over him now, letting his cock fill me inch by inch. I clenched harder when those diamonds scraped against my inner walls, and although it was difficult not to come, I held steady for him.
Once he was fully seated, l let us stay like this for a moment, letting him feel me. Letting us settle into the truth of what this was.
Then I rose up and slammed back down.
His eyes went wide. I pushed my thumb up beneath his chin and began kissing down his throat as I moved up and down in slow, purposeful, devastating strokes. His moans, ragged and raw, filled the room.
All my other mates watched. Their gazes burned into my skin, but I stayed focused on Van. This was about tearing him apart.
My rhythm grew faster, my thrusts harder. I bit and sucked at his neck as his arms strained behind him, resisting the urge to break free.
He didn’t. He knew I’d be disappointed. Instead, he gave me every sound, every cry, every trembling piece of himself.
We were both so close. I could feel us tightening, the heat building like pressure behind a dam.
I lifted him upright by the throat, wrapping my arms around him as I bounced on his cock, fucking him harder and faster.
The diamonds inside me made me delirious. My body convulsed around him. His face flushed, his eyes glazed with lust.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
He nodded, barely able to move.
Gripping his hair, I crashed my lips onto his. Teeth, tongues, and lips collided in a primal kiss as we went over the edge.
Coming together, we moaned into each other’s mouths. Sweat slicked our skin, and it was the most sensual, loving moment I’d ever experienced.
Something shifted, a snap sounded, and then his arms circled me tight, locking me against his chest as he fingered my wings with a delicate touch.
“I love you, Ni,” he whispered against my lips. His voice was shaky. Bare. Real.
“I love you, too, Van,” I whispered back, meaning every word.
A dark, sensual voice ghosted against my ear, velvet danger lacing every word.
“Oh, my star, you haven’t forgotten about me, right?”
Van glared over my shoulder, his cock still twitching inside me, but I knew Ras was right. I had enough of his magic buzzing in my system to take one more.
I lifted my arms, and Ras was there, catching me effortlessly.
Van’s fingers trailed down my thighs, reluctant, clinging, like they wanted to pull me back into his lap.
I whimpered at the loss of Van’s pretty, pierced cock before Ras turned me with a hungry smirk and lifted one of my legs, spearing into me in a single deep stroke.
Our synchronized moans laced the air, thick with sweat, magic, and sin. Cum spilled out around him, dripping between my thighs, soaking us both. It didn’t matter. None of it did, only that I was in his arms, beneath his wicked gaze.
Ras groaned, exhaled in breathless worship.
“Oh, my star… being inside you like this, bathed in sin, it’s everything I imagined.”
His forehead pressed to mine, his hips giving me slow, indulgent thrusts that made my eyes roll back.
“Watching all of it unfold in real time... getting the 3D experience? Fuck, you’re art. Timeless. A beacon for sin and sex wrapped up in a dangerous little package.”
My body had turned to liquid, becoming boneless and limp against him, clinging to him because I didn’t have the strength to do anything else. The way he held me, smiled at me like I was the center of his universe, it told me everything. This was what he wanted—me, helpless, wrapped around him.
“The smells, the sounds, the taste…” His eyes flared crimson as his pace grew punishing, and the tips of two red horns pushed through his dark, wavy locks. “It was a once-in-a-lifetime feast for the eyes, and now that I’ve had a true taste, I’ll never go back. I have to have you, forever.”
His lips crashed into mine, not just kissing, but binding us in his dark promise for forever. Whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed. All of it was his.
A scraping noise ripped through the haze, and we both looked down. Maso, wild-eyed, feral, was crawling toward us, vines wrapped tight around him, dragging him forward like he was possessed.
Ras let out a long exhale, half-laugh, half-growl, then leaned down and bit my bottom lip until blood bloomed, like he was punishing me, but I didn't mind a little blood. In fact, I thrived on it.
He moaned at the taste, licking it away as his nose skimmed my cheek like he was savoring every inch of me.
“Let’s give your wolf a show,” he purred. “He’s not going to settle until he comes. He already had you once tonight, but we can help him again, can’t we?”
Maso’s eyes locked on mine with a blazing heat that nearly matched Ras’. Van moved the vines like puppet strings, dragging Maso upright onto his knees even as he struggled against them.
Ras slid out and turned me around, pressing my back flush to his chest. Then he lifted me up by my thighs, spreading me wide so Maso could see my drenched, pulsing pussy before Ras drove back into me with a groan.
My head lolled onto his shoulder, and he kissed my chin with a coo that dripped adoration.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. That wolf’s going to blow just from watching, but I want you to see it too. I want you to feel how all of your mates can’t look away when your body is being claimed again and again.”
I clenched around him at his words. His dirty talk? It was exactly my kind of poison—raw, worshipful, and all about me.
This time, there was no slow build. No tenderness. He fucked me hard and fast, pounding into me with the force of everything he’d kept caged until now. I bounced on his cock, moaning shamelessly, my voice breaking into short, desperate gasps, each one loud enough for the whole room to hear.
I looked down. Maso was vibrating with need, his gaze devouring every inch of me. The vines coiled around his cock stroked him, milking him, as Van watched from the side, winking at me like this was all a performance he’d planned.
As Maso edged closer, Ras stepped us right in front of him, so close that he could almost taste me, and that was all it took.
With a guttural snarl, Maso came, thick ropes shooting across my pussy, coating me in his heat.
Ras had been right. Maybe I did have a cum fetish because, the second it hit me, I lost it.
My head snapped back, and I screamed his name into the ether. “Fuck! Fuck! Rasmus!”
He convulsed behind me, hips slamming deep, fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to bruise as his own climax ripped through him. He shouted my name like it could carry across dimensions.
For a few long seconds, there was only the sound of our panting.
Ras’ chest heaved against my back, breath hot and uneven, and I could feel the way his body tried to calm even though his fingers refused to let go.
Maso whimpered below us, spent. Van’s quiet sigh came from somewhere off to the side.
Alic’s deep inhale countered Lucus’ breath of relief.
The slow drip of sweat and cum mixed between my thighs.
My body pulsed with every aftershock, every twitch of overstimulated nerves. I could feel the echo of every touch, every gaze.
Ras kissed my shoulder once, then again, and a third time like a promise.
He pulled out, sliding his hand up to cradle the back of my head. The other slipped under my thighs, lifting me like I weighed nothing, and maybe, in that moment, I didn’t. I felt like vapor, floating in the afterglow.
He carried me toward the bed, past the vines, the stares, the chaos we’d made. Every step was quiet now, sacred.
The sheets were cool as he lowered me down, and somewhere nearby, I heard the water running. Lucus’ voice joined it like a lullaby.
“Niya, we’re going to get you cleaned up. Give you a massage so your muscles don’t cramp. How’s that sound?”
I hummed in reply, too gone to form words.
Familiar arms lifted me—Alic—holding me like I was breakable. I could hear Ras in the private shower, telling him to hand me over. Alic’s fingers tightened, Ras scoffed, and Van started to tell them not to fight, but I didn't say a single word.
I learned from my mom that sometimes, you just needed to let your mates figure it out.
Eventually, they all took turns cleaning me like I was precious. Each one quietly claimed a piece of me as they washed away the mess while I drifted.
When I was lowered back into fresh, warm sheets, Van’s lips brushed against my cheek, giving me a sweet kiss. “I’ll close the night out. You’ve had enough fun for one evening.”
And for once… I let go. Let them lead. Let them care for me.
For once, I wasn’t the owner of the Winged Palace. I wasn’t the Glovefox boss.
I was just theirs.
* Song: High Off Her by Tennessee Reaper