Sired: A Dark Reverse Harem Romance (Ascension Book 3)

by Kenna Bardot

  When Hollis hit the back of my throat and pressed farther, restricting my breathing, I came, my legs tightening around Ryle's face until I collapsed to the bed. I still lay there half-dead, with Hollis' cock in my throat when Ryle repositioned his body between my legs and grabbed me under the ass to lift me. With my bottom half suspended, and my ass settled on the powerful cords of muscle in his thighs, he drove inside me.

  Hollis pulled out, letting me scream before he thrust back in more gently. I used my hand to work the part of him I couldn't reach with my mouth given the awkward angle. Ryle's thrusts into me came slowly, but struck deep, his hands pinching my nipples as he took me. I wanted it harder, and the bastard knew it. He knew I wanted him to fuck me, knew that my body craved their dominance despite the misgivings my brain once had.

  I'd long since stopped questioning it.

  They were mine, and I was theirs.

  That was all that mattered, not what the rest of the world might think of our sex life as I heard Char's flesh slapping against Tate's ass. I couldn't see them, not with how Hollis blocked my view.

  It was for the best, because I loved being able to focus on just two of my men. I loved having them all in the bed with me too, but when I had just one or two of them to myself it was an entirely unique experience.

  I quickened my pace with my hand on Hollis' shaft, willing him to spill down my throat, and he didn't disappoint me. He came with a shout, and the sound echoed behind me as Char came too.

  Always so in tune to one another, the lot of us. The taste of Hollis sent me spiraling over the edge too, and by the time I came down from my orgasm I looked over to find Tate working to swallow Shep's orgasm.

  I sat up, using all my strength to roll Ryle to his back on the bed playfully. He chuckled, swatting at my ass as I drove myself down on his length. I wanted him harder, deeper, wanted to be filled with him in all ways. He groaned beneath me, and I glanced back over my shoulder when Tate came up behind me. He barely gave me any preparation before his already slicked cock pressed against my ass and he pushed in.

  With the two of them inside me, I rode them both in hard, furious drives of my hips that made them alternate between shoving deep and drawing almost fully out of me. Ryle was the first to come, flooding me with his heat and the rightness of taking him inside the part of me that craved it the most. He shuddered beneath me, overcome with the feeling as much as I was.

  Tate groaned behind me, and I knew he regretted his decision to fuck my ass as he watched his twin twitch in pleasure, but even he couldn't resist the pulses of my third orgasm as I drew his from him and he collapsed on top of me.

  Coming down from that high was such a glorious feeling, but that empty sensation niggled at the back of my mind.

  I pushed Tate off of me with a giggle and rushed to shower off the mess. As they laughed at my back, I could admit they loved me.

  For that moment at least, I was content.

  Four

  Mireyah

  When Jaiya called me to her office, it perplexed me. Given the drama of the day before, I didn’t know what she could want from me, but mostly it irritated me. I should have left already, and now I was late to meet Shep for lunch.

  "Mireyah," the matron said as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She didn't bother to take her seat, and I knew that whatever she had to say to me would be blessedly short. She had children to torment and convert into mindless, well behaved little Northern Gods. "The past six months have shown us that the North is not an appropriate place for you to work. We've arranged for you to report to the West for your duties from this point forward. They've assured me they'll be more tolerant of your," she paused, her face twisting with distaste. "Unusual circumstances.”

  I stood from my seat, huffing a laugh in disbelief and smiling back at her bitterly. "I will gladly report to the West from now on, Jaiya. I appreciate the opportunity, as it means I'll not have to see your face any longer."

  She glared down at me with a smirk and delivered words she intended to hurt me. But they didn't, because I'd floundered without a proper home for so long, never belonging where I lived, that the fact that I belonged with my men was a blessing. "I hope the West is more tolerant of your poor attitude and inept nature with children. You should be grateful they’re giving a troublemaker in a disgusting relationship like yours a chance. I’ve warned them about your propensity for starting trouble, and they’ve assured me they are not the least bit worried. I suggest you do your best. I cannot imagine how it would feel to have two houses throw you out.”

  "The only House that matters to me is the one I share with my Sires," I told her. "I pity you that your own marriage offers you so little solace that you have to seek approval from others. Perhaps consider adding another man to your relationship. It seems to keep mine happy." I grinned at her shocked face, watching as it twisted in fury with a glee I hadn't felt in a long time. I'd been so fixated on holding my tongue, on trying to gain allies, that I hadn't stopped to see the fact that I would never find allies in the North.

  Not from the general masses, at any rate. They were too set in their ways and their traditions, the same Gods who sent their children to Godsvail so they could rule over the very humans I hoped to free from the bonds of slavery.

  "Get out and consider yourself officially unwelcome here," she hissed, pointing a finger at the door to her office. Without another word, I made for it, feeling oddly giddy despite my outright annoyance that I was late to meet Shephard.

  So late in fact that I half expected him to be waiting outside the building for me, but he was nowhere in sight. So I hurried on my way to the Springen Express, taking quick steps that didn't seem to carry me across the space nearly quickly enough. With it located at the edge of the Northern plaza, I had plenty of time to return the glares of the Gods who watched me go.

  When one woman got too close, sneering at me in disgust, I snapped at her like I might bite. It truly entertained me when she scurried back a few steps and got out of my way. I practically skipped the rest of the distance.

  I felt a sense of urgency, like a call. Shaking it off, I attributed it to my excitement. Because I truly was so excited to plan for the twins’ birthdays. The problem came in figuring out what you gave to Gods who had everything they could need.

  My vision blurred, my brain emptying as I lined up for my turn with the Springen. Perhaps I was more tired than I realized.

  I reached the front of the line and approached the Springen, who nodded at me. “Where to?” he asked.

  I stared at him and he repeated the question, “Where to?”

  “To her.” A pulse, a weak beating pulse seemed to echo in the void that I could never seem to fill.

  “And where would she be?” he snapped out and the tone to his voice allowed me to shake off the feeling.

  “Sorry. The main square, please.”

  And I disappeared in a flash of yellow as every thought flew from my head.

  ✽✽✽

  Shephard

  Another elbow jostled me as I stood inside the busiest Springen Express station in the whole of Demiorgo. The main one, right smack in the middle of the main square. Impatience surged inside me as the minutes ticked by and Mireyah kept me waiting.

  With every moment that passed, the desire to bash my fist against a face grew. I hated people, and the busiest square in Demiorgo during the lunch rush meant Gods were everywhere.

  But I had to see Mireyah and cursed for the millionth time that I hadn't insisted I go to the North and pick her up instead. I was still on duty, but Mireyah insisted we talk about the surprise we would throw the twins for their birthday in a few days' time.

  Being that I loved surprises, I couldn’t resist. Still, I was an idiot for not meeting her in the North. She could have been waylaid by a God who was so interested in her he would ignore the markings plainly visible on her left wrist.

  My fists bunched at my side and I had to talk myself down from the ledge of my
own jealousy.

  I huffed out a breath as I looked at the clock. Two minutes late. My fists bunched again when a Springen Goddess rushed up to me. “You have to line up if you’re looking to take a trip.”

  “I’m waiting for someone,” I assured her.

  “If that’s the case, go outside. It’s too crowded in here. Out!” She pushed at me, and I stood my ground but saw that around us, other Springens herded the milling crowds out.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but she just shook her head when I didn’t move. “I don’t have time for this. You can wait outside.”

  She grabbed me by the wrist, and in a flash of yellow, I was outside the station. “What the -”

  Suddenly, the crowd that gathered in the main square gasped in unison before a hush fell. A tingle passed across the ground, electrifying me to my core like a bolt of lightning. There were very few things that could cause such a reaction for Gods, and as I felt the tension from the crowd, I could not help but pull part of my attention away from the station.

  I turned, and I saw it again. Drawn to it like all the others, I studied what I could of the majestic dragon that had crash-landed in the middle of the main square that morning. In the hours that passed since, the dragon had not moved. Gods whispered, speculating that the dragon couldn’t fly. That it had been injured in the crash that explained the cracks in the marbled square surrounding it.

  The dragon’s scales were a deep burnished gold with a greenish patina over it that shined dully in the late afternoon sun. Its enormous eyes were half closed as a plume of smoke curled up from its parted mouth. Its wings were curled up against its sides and even from a distance I could see that a part of its scales had been disturbed, as though injured.

  The last time I'd seen a dragon that close had been in the final Sire Trial, when a dragon guarded Mireyah and we'd been too far away and helpless to get to her, watching impotently as Lathyn rescued her. That day I'd hated the dragon for not stopping the Majele, when I'd thought we’d lost Mireyah forever.

  Without the horror of losing her, I could only be in awe of its majesty - mixing with the pity I felt for its obvious suffering.

  Zeevar's elite, the Dragon Guard, had installed a perimeter around the creature to keep anyone from getting too close, but they needn't have bothered. The ground around the dragon was singed and blackened, obvious evidence the dragon was still perfectly capable of expelling fire.

  But that wasn’t the reason I’d felt the electricity surge through me. That came from Zeevar himself, who stood in front of the Dragon Guard. A tall figure who commanded attention with one gesture and a simple smile. In response the crowd, that had already begun to whisper, quieted once more.

  "My children, please. Let us not disturb the beauty that lies before you." His voice was not loud, but it reached my ears as plainly as if he stood beside me. As it would feel for all the Gods in the square. Zeevar’s immortality was legendary and his power comparable to only one other.

  An ethereal light twinkled, and a warm envelope of comfortable air blanketed the square. Just as I had thought of her, Rhiannon appeared. The foil to all the dark and disturbing that was Zeevar.

  Her green hair was loose, a sight that was most peculiar. She strode up to Zeevar, standing on the tips of her toes to reach for his arm as she wrapped a small, delicate hand around his wrist. They stood like that for a few moments - silent, but I knew that given their history they could speak multitudes with barely a glance.

  I tore my gaze from them and looked back towards the station and at the steady influx of Gods and Goddesses the Springens on duty transported. Still, no blue and bronze hair appeared. Where the fuck was Mireyah?

  "Zeevar, please," Rhiannon spoke finally, and I turned back around to look. "There is no beauty in watching pain. We need to help her." She clutched a hand to her breast as she turned to look at the dragon who released a long, low keening sound full of pain that pierced even my heart.

  "I cannot." Zeevar pried her hand away and pushed her so she would not be near the dragon. She fought back, swiveling around him and taking two steps towards the creature. The Guard pressed closer together as the dragon made a broken roaring sound.

  "Don't be such an evil bastard. She's dying,” Rhiannon reprimanded her counterpart.

  "Sad as that may be, it is her fate. In her claws, she holds the destiny of someone else, and I am not one to stand in the way of that." He reached out and ran his hand down her cheek. “Trust me, dearest. Her suffering cannot end until her duty is fulfilled.”

  A single tear, like a drop of light, fell down her cheek. "But…." she trailed off and buried her face in her hands. Zeevar simply pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. “I know. I know.”

  He turned to the Dragon Guard and said something under his breath that had them pressing closer to one another. Like something was happening, the dragon’s wings twitched, front legs clawing into the marble ground.

  I looked back towards the station, determining that I was done wasting time. I would fetch Mireyah from the North myself.

  As I took my first few steps, the ground began to shake. The dragon let out a gigantic roar that drowned out the voices of everyone who spoke. I stumbled a bit and put my hands out to steady myself. A look over my shoulder revealed to me that that the creature was thrashing about - in pain or impatience or anger, I did not know.

  Annoyed, I straightened and sprinted to the station before it could catch me off-balance again. Then it caught my eye.

  That unique and distinct mix of blue and bronze I'd been looking out for. She walked straight into the crowd gathered at the square. She didn’t even stop to look for me.

  I took off as quickly as I could to follow her. But with the riot the dragon caused, the Guard changed to a more defensive position. In the sky, more dragons flew, roaring and blocking out the late afternoon sun. I swore and pushed my elbows out when bodies pressed against me, stopping me from reaching Mireyah. I called out her name, the sound echoing even over the chatter of the square.

  She didn't turn, and I felt like she didn’t even hear me. She walked forward, and it annoyed me to note that her luck allowed her to walk forward practically unhindered. Like the dozens of bodies pressing in from both sides were not there.

  "Stop!" one of the Guards shouted at her. Less than ten feet from the angry dragon, she didn’t seem concerned with the armed guards before her.

  The dragon roared, low and loud once more, this time rising on its hind legs and tilted its head to the sky. Up above, the other dragons roared, like an answer to her call. The dragon in the square spread its wings and those Guards who had been standing too close stumbled, lurching into the watching crowd. We all fell in a domino effect, and I became another helpless victim in the stampede of bodies.

  The sound of the dragon crashing down on all fours reverberated throughout the square before another tiny earthquake as it fell down on the ground, breaking the marble and stirring the dust that impeded my vision. The surrounding Gods used their powers to clear the air. I closed my eyes as the dirt and dust flew into my face.

  "Children, please," I heard Zeevar call out, and I felt a blanket of peace wrap around us as the crowd stopped pushing and pulling. The feeling of it was something I knew I could attribute to Mother Rhiannon.

  I coughed as the dust settled, my eyes blinking against the particles that settled against my eyelids. I raised my hand and made a small swirling motion over my head until tiny drops of rain fell down onto the top of my head and cleared the dirt. I cursed as the cloud of dust still impeded my vision.

  Where was Mireyah?

  Then I saw her.

  Fuck.

  Rather than be pushed back as all the rest of us had been, she’d walked through the Guard and straight up to the dragon. It turned its colossal head towards her and made a low growling sound, baring its teeth even as she walked even closer..

  Taking the opportunity while I had it, I pushed forward and shouted, "Mireyah!"


  As the Guards stopped me from moving closer, the dragon expelled a plume of dark, angry smoke.

  “Mireyah!”

  ✽✽✽

  Mireyah

  Close. So close.

  She was close, and it was the only thing that mattered.

  I kept walking forward. My steps didn’t fail me even as I felt the brush of other beings around me. I knew I had to walk forward because it called to me.

  I knew, with a certainty that frightened me, that I needed to be there. That my life had led to that moment, so I could be in the square with that dragon.

  "Step back slowly before the dragon hurts you," the sound of a male voice snapped me out of a bit of my haze, and I turned to glance at him. My legs wouldn't move, wouldn't step back. I stood rooted to the spot, and then that pulsing that I felt from inside me, from the empty void, made me turn back to look into the dragon's flaming red eyes.

  Even closer.

  As soon as our gazes connected, pure air flooded my lungs. It felt like my first true breath. Like I'd only just come alive for the first time and everything before had been nothing. A simulation pretending to be life.

  The missing piece snapped into place. Warmth filled the cold void inside of me, leaving me suddenly complete.

  I stepped up onto the first rocky shard from where the dragon had shattered the ground of the square, my body feeling like it wasn't my own any longer. I vaguely sensed the slow steps, the steady pace that brought me closer and closer as the haze returned just enough for me to tune out the danger. I was vaguely aware of my gratitude that my boots were sturdy enough to traverse the terrain so smoothly, but it felt like the thought came from another person.

  Like she wasn't me, but rather the woman I had been before.