Chapter Eight
Farren
I’m briefly aware that Loki is glancing up at me, but my gaze is currently glued to Mayhem. More specifically, his tattooed hand wrapped around his cock and moving lazily as his heated eyes watch me.
“Are you joining us?” I ask, my lips tipping up as his eyes fill with surprise, and Loki’s grip on my ass tightens.
Loki’s tongue swirls my clit once more before he stands up and turns around with me still in his arms. He slowly slides me down his body, as I feel Mayhem move behind me.
Loki turns me, his hands running softly down my sides before they grip my hips tightly and pull me back toward him, his cock resting against my arse. I wriggle, and his grip tightens as he lets out a sharp breath.
Mayhem’s tattooed hand grips my neck, his thumb rubbing gently across my jaw.
“Are you sure?” he asks me, his voice rough with desire.
“Fuck yes,” I reply simply.
His eyes blaze, his grip tightens, and his mouth meets mine in a fierce kiss.
The water beats down on the three of us as Loki starts to kiss across my shoulder.
Mayhem’s hand moves, skimming down my neck and chest, his large hand palms my breast. His fingers plucking my nipple as his other hand moves further down, reaching between us and strumming my clit.
I shift, grasping his dick in my hand and smiling against his lips as he hisses, his hips jerking.
Grinding my arse back against Loki, I pump my hand, squeezing gently and making them both groan with pleasure.
The sound of them both sends my need for them higher, and my orgasm starts to build quickly.
In complete sync, Mayhem’s fingers pluck my nipple and my clit at the same time, riding the line between pain and pleasure perfectly as Loki bites down on my neck, sucking as he draws blood and groans in pure pleasure.
A rush of pleasure mixed with pain crashes over me in a wave, and my orgasm explodes through me.
They ride out the aftershocks with me. Once I come back down to earth, I spin in their arms and push Loki back toward the very conveniently placed bench seat.
I look back at Mayhem, who's watching me curiously.
“Sit,” I say, pointing to the space in front of where Loki is sitting.
To my utter surprise, he simply does as he’s told, and from the surprise and heat in his eyes, I think he likes me ordering him around more than he thought he would.
I grin and then straddle him, my back to his chest, and he immediately understands where I’m going with this and hooks an arm around my waist, lifting me up and moving us both closer to Loki.
My hands move up Loki’s thighs, and his hooded eyes watch me closely, his fangs still elongated and giving him an edge that I find unbelievably sexy. Mayhem palms my arse, and I feel his dick nudge my entrance as I pump Loki in my hand and wrap my lips around his cock.
His head tilts back as Mayhem thrusts inside me, and we all let out a moan of pleasure.
Mayhem’s hand grips the back of my neck as he begins to move, my cunt clenching around him, as a second orgasm begins to build already. Loki’s hand moves into my hair and grips tightly, adding to the ecstasy that I’m feeling.
My mouth works Loki as my tongue swirls his tip before I take him in my mouth again, and Mayhem picks up the pace.
We move together, and their grip tightens, my nails digging into Loki’s thighs as orgasms crash over all three of us. I swallow, before yelling out their names as the biggest orgasm I have ever had hits me with wave after wave of pleasure, and Mayhem stills behind me.
We all collapse in a pleasantly exhausted heap, and Loki hauls me up off the floor and onto his lap, as Mayhem takes a seat next to us and runs his hand up and down my back.
I sigh happily.
They both kiss me gently, and my smile widens.
After a couple of moments, I sigh again, “I suppose we should probably finish showering and let the others use the shower. I hope the hot water isn’t limited.”
I would feel so guilty if we used up all of the water because we were fucking instead of showering.
My thighs clench at the memory, and I tell my vagina to calm the fuck down.
We absolutely do not have time for round two.
Do we?
No!
For fuck sake.
“Are you okay, Farren?” Mayhem asks. “You know it's very unlikely that we actually ran the water out, and even if we did, I could make more, and so could Rival.”
I shake my head and smile, “That’s a good point. I hadn’t thought of that. I was just arguing with myself. Don’t ask.”
Both Loki and Mayhem try to hold in their laughter, but don’t last very long at all before they chuckle. I would be offended, but I would probably laugh too, and I got kisses out of it, so I’m good.
We all quickly finish showering and get dressed.
As soon as we step foot in the hallway, the most delicious smell hits my nose.
My stomach growls loudly.
“No way was that your stomach!” Loki exclaims, looking amused.
Mayhem chuckles but doesn’t say anything as we continue down the hallway, and I shrug.
“I’m hungry, sex makes me hungry.” I grin.
Loki’s eyes heat, and his smile is full of promise as he replies simply, “Fair enough, I can’t argue with that.”
“Me neither,” Mayhem agrees.
The way that they’re both looking at me is not doing anything to help me calm my raging libido, and quite frankly, if they don’t stop, I’m going to insist that we go for round two.
The only reason why I haven’t suggested that we do that already is that I am aware that the others are most likely aware of what we were doing, and I have no idea how they’re going to react.
I would like to think that they’re going to react the same way that they usually do with this sort of thing and are fine with it.
I stop my thought process where it is as we get to the bottom of the stairs. If I carry on, then I am absolutely going to freak out, and that’s not going to help anyone.
When we walk into the kitchen, I can’t help but smile at the sight in front of me.
The guys are all spread out along the table that I could have sworn wasn’t that big when we first arrived.
The book has gone, and I’m assuming that one of them, most likely Rival, put it in his bag to keep it safe for when we’ll actually be able to read it.
Actually, now that I think about it, I think the whole place is actually bigger than it was when we first arrived. I would say that’s impossible, but I think that almost everything could be considered impossible when it comes to this realm.
The house shouldn’t look like it does on the outside and then look like this, and be fully functional on the inside, and yet, here we are.
“Hey, guys,” Zev says with a smile that immediately puts me at ease. He gestures to the empty seats. “Have a seat, we managed to make a meat stew.”
“You say that like it was a struggle to find the ingredients,” Hades says as he pats the seat next to him for me and kisses my cheek when I take the seat.
“It wasn’t?” Mayhem asks, reaching for the ladle and dishing himself up some food.
Storm shakes his head, “Surprisingly not. I think that it’s reasonable to say that the house knows what we need and is able to provide us with it.”
“Agreed,” I mumble around a mouthful of food. “This is awesome.”
What can I say? I’m a lady.
The table falls silent as we all continue eating, and once we’re done, I’m more than ready for bed.
Before I can suggest that though, Storm reminds me that there is something else that we need to deal with first.
“Alright, we’re here, we’re safe, and we’re surprisingly comfortable,” Storm starts as he levels Aldrastos with a look. “So, fill us in on what we need to know about these pocket compounds.”
“First, there are only a handful of the pocket compounds left, and ours is the biggest. Most of the other ones have been taken over and absorbed by the criminals and dark souls that once occupied the punishment side of this realm.”
“Does the punishment side still exist?” Rival asks curiously.
Aldrastos nods, “Yes, although no one can get into it.”
“What do you mean?” Kill asks.
“It opened long enough to let almost everything out of it, and then the aeons-old magic kicked in and locked the whole place down, but it locked it down so well that nothing can get in or out, not even the guards, and legend has it that the King couldn’t get in either.”
“And it’s still closed? Even with the realm on the verge of extinction?” Khaos asks.
He nods, “Yes. Which, unfortunately, means that we can’t put anything back in it. Not that anyone has had the inclination to do so because everyone has been too busy trying to survive, and the pocket compounds keep us all relatively safe.”
“Why the frown?” Zev asks, with a knowing glint to his eye.
Aldrastos sighs, “Because I wouldn’t exactly call living in the compounds safe.”
Hades' eyebrows rise slightly. “I think it’s best that you start to explain exactly what you mean by that. We need as much information as we can possibly get to ensure that we can do what we came here to do and stop the realm from closing and the balance from being thrown off.”
Fuckers.
He nods and takes a moment to gather his thoughts before he says, “I’m not really sure where to start.
I’m not exactly well-liked at the compound.
I’m stronger than I should be, and I ask a lot of questions.
Questions that no one wants to be asked, let alone answered.
So I started poking around myself. I found out that the leaders of the compound have been bartering and meeting with the leaders of the Others.
That’s what we called those who escaped from Peanasachadh, the punishment side.
There is no reason for that conversation to be happening.
No good reason anyway. Before I could look into it any further, I made the mistake of telling someone who I thought I could trust about the situation, and then I found myself in isolation. ”
The way that he says isolation makes me think that actually, he wasn’t left alone at all.
I would be willing to bet that he was tortured, although if he found out such sensitive information about them, and they were up to no good like he suspects they were, then it makes me wonder why they didn’t kill him.
It would have been the easiest option.
It’s also pretty clear to me that he isn’t telling us everything, and that’s fine. We haven’t shared everything with him.
He continues, “I overheard them talking, and they were going to hand me over to the Others. I think they have been trading with them for a long time, possibly since almost the beginning of the end. Although I’m not certain of that.
They are supposed to protect those within the compound from the Others, and instead, they’re handing them over.
I think they’ve been feeding the creatures to them as well.
There is a lot that has never sat right with me.
I was surprised that they wanted me to go over to the Fae Realm and do such an important job, and then I realized what it really was.
They never thought that I would survive, but if there was even a slim chance that it would work, then I was the best chance they had at succeeding in pulling it off. ”
“Well, they sound like assholes,” I mutter.
“Do you want me to kill them? We can take a detour, fuck the plan, we can head there anyway? Or was the plan to head there? My brain is fried, and I’m in a food stupor.
I can’t actually remember what the plan was.
Either way, it would take me twenty minutes tops to sort the problem, and I'll have all of their heads for you.”
I’m pissed, as pissed as I would be if someone had imprisoned and sent one of the others on a suicide mission.
Heat flares in Aldrastos’ eyes, and Loki chuckles, slapping him on the back and saying, “You’ll get used to Farren and her bloodthirsty ways. The good news is she likes you if she’s threatening to kill shit for you.”
I fight a blush. I probably like him more than I’m willing to admit at this point.
Raising an eyebrow, I reply, “Or I just really want to kill something. I’m getting that itch again.”
The guys chuckle, all of them looking at me knowingly. They all know me well enough that they don’t bother to point out that I killed something on the way here.
It doesn’t matter, I’ve still got the itch.
Storm clears his throat, “Unfortunately, I don’t think we have time for that, but we do need to keep an eye out because chances are they’re going to know that you’ve come back and will either assume that you’ve succeeded and come looking for us . . .”