“Just say the word, Cinders,” he whispered and I felt Kyan stepping back with a grunt of jealousy.
I reached behind me, catching his hand before he could leave, placing it on my waist.
“I dare you,” I spoke directly to Blake and his mouth curved into a wicked smile. I turned my head to look at Kyan, his eyes flashing hot with jealousy and I drew him even closer until his mouth brushed my temple. “Both of you.”
My gaze darted to Saint, my heart thrumming like the wings of a hummingbird as his eyes seared into us.
“You’re breaking the rules,” he snarled, but he didn’t make a move to stop us, instead sitting back in his seat, his legs spreading as he got more comfortable.
“Are you going to punish us for this?” Kyan jerked me hard back against him and I inhaled sharply.
“I guess you’ll have to find out,” I teased and he growled low in his throat, skimming his rough palm down the centre of my stomach towards my panties. Blake watched with a fervent hunger and I reached for him, needing his touch as much as I needed Kyan’s. He crushed his body to mine and his mouth landed on my jaw, his stubble grazing my flesh as he painted a trail of kisses up to my ear.
Kyan’s hand slinked into my panties and I moaned before he even touched me, my back arching against him. He reached lower, dipping his fingers into my wetness and I bit down on my lip as heat flushed up my spine. He laughed victoriously and I reached behind me, gripping his rock hard length through his jeans and squeezing to prove I wasn’t the only one desperate for this.
“You’re as depraved as we are,” Kyan spoke in my ear and my whole body trembled in his arms.
Blake dragged his tongue down my throat and I dropped my head back onto Kyan’s shoulder again to give him more access, clawing my hands into Kyan’s hair and freeing it from his topknot. I loved when he looked like this. Like he was a wild man about to eat me alive.
Kyan’s hand circled tauntingly between my thighs, not touching me nearly enough, making my hips rock with urgency as he held me still with his other hand.
Blake’s mouth reached my breasts and I moaned as he pulled the material aside and claimed one of my nipples, making another moan tumble from my throat. His tongue was made of pure sin, circling and teasing, and I panted as he worked my body with expert skill.
I turned my head to look at Kyan, reaching up to cup his rough jaw. His gaze fell to my mouth as his hand continued to torment me, not giving me what I craved. A breath snagged in my throat as he stared deeply into my eyes and for an impossible moment, I thought he might kiss me. I craned my neck, tip-toeing to try and initiate it, but he turned his head fast to avoid it. My heart twisted with the rejection, but I forgot everything as he drove two fingers inside me and pleasure danced through my body. Flames licked across my flesh as they built an inferno in me, waiting to be unleashed. Blake teased my nipple between his teeth as Kyan slowly pumped his hand, keeping me in a state of desperation as he didn’t give me nearly enough of what I wanted.
Kyan’s free hand wound into my hair and he turned my head with a sharp yank, forcing me to lock eyes with Saint across the room. His jaw was clamped tight, his gaze swirling with greed, lust and anger like he wanted to rip me from their arms as much as he wanted to join in. But he found himself frozen between those two decisions, instead watching me, devouring me with his gaze alone. Blake’s thumb caressed my other nipple in slow circles as they continued to corrupt me beyond return and I bucked my hips in a fervent need for more.
“More,” I demanded, unable to stand this torture.
“I’m waiting for you to beg, baby,” Kyan laughed, his breath hot against my neck as he kept my face angled towards Saint. “Just one little word and we’ll give you more, won’t we brother?”
Goddammit, why did he always want me pleading?
Blake lifted his head with a smirk that made my insides knot. He gripped my chin, dragging my eyes away from Saint and onto him. “Say it, Cinderella. And we’ll give you what you need.”
“I’m not going to beg,” I growled, though I knew my resolve was weakening as Kyan pulled his hand free of my panties and I was shamefully devastated.
“That’s a pity,” Kyan sighed, lifting his hand to Blake’s mouth. Blake took his fingers between his lips, sucking my taste from them and my cheeks blazed, my thighs clenching together as the sight of that did ungodly things to my body.
Holy shit, why is that so hot?
Kyan barked a laugh and Blake chuckled as he dropped his friend’s hand, moving up closer and pressing a wet kiss to my mouth. “You’re delicious, sweetheart, just ask nicely and I’ll devour you like my favourite dessert. Which is chocolate cheesecake by the way, but I think you might be a contender.”
I bit down on my lip to stop the words from escaping and Kyan pinched my chin, yanking my lip out from the grip of my teeth.
“Say it,” he demanded, his dick grinding into my ass as he pressed against me. Shit, I wanted them so bad, I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Please,” I panted and Blake dropped to his knees before me. He brushed his nose up the centre of my panties, making me squirm with need, but just as he took hold of them, Saint spoke.
“Stop,” he growled and we all looked to him. He took a long sip of vodka before leaning forward so his face was illuminated by the firelight. I was ready to tell him to go to hell if he really thought we were going to stop at this point when he went on, “Kyan, sit her on your lap in the armchair.” He pointed and my brows lifted in surprise, my heart thundering out of tune.
Kyan laughed darkly then pulled me over to the chair, dropping down and planting me on his lap. His hands rested on my waist and I couldn’t help but circle my hips against his hard on, making him groan heavily.
“Blake take her panties off,” Saint commanded and his powerful voice sent a violent tremor through me as Blake moved to obey.
He unhooked the suspenders before pulling down the lacy underwear which were soaked with my desire. My gaze moved to Saint again, my chest rising and falling as we all waited for his next order.
“Kyan, place your legs between hers and force them apart. Don’t let her close them.”
My throat tightened as Kyan did as he said, spreading my legs either side of his so I was totally exposed. I wriggled my hips, trying to adjust to the uncomfortable feeling. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but being held like that made me totally vulnerable to these men who’d captured and persecuted me. But something about that was so deeply erotic that it made my toes curl and my belly squeeze with need.
Kyan pulled me back against him so his mouth was by my ear and he pushed my bra down to reveal my breasts, his calloused thumbs circling and pinching them roughly, making electricity and pain dagger across my flesh. My hips writhed again as part of me fought against being restrained, but Kyan only forced my legs wider the second I did.
“Make her scream,” Saint ordered, his eyes glinting as they caught the light of the fire.
Blake dropped down between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider and making me writhe against Kyan’s firm grip.
Saint observed us, his elbows perched on his knees as he sipped his vodka, savouring it on his lips. He didn’t give any more orders so I guessed he was satisfied for his friends to take the lead now, and I started to pant as Blake’s mouth brushed against my inner thigh.
Kyan released me with his right hand, lifting his hips to create a space between our bodies and pushing his hand down under my ass. I wriggled wildly as his fingers skimmed between my ass cheeks then landed on my wet centre, curling backwards to enter me.
My head fell back against his shoulder and Blake laughed against my thigh as he worked his way ever higher, the sound vibrating through my body. Kyan’s fingers massaged and rubbed inside me in a way I had never felt in my life. My whole body was shaking as I tried to close my legs, but his thighs kept me trapped in place. Blake’s tongue suddenly ran up the middle of me and I shuddered full bodily, crying out so my
voice echoed off of the high roof.
“Fuck,” Kyan growled, his cock throbbing beneath me as my ass ground against him.
Blake’s mouth closed over my clit the same time Kyan started pushing his fingers into me harder and faster. I was already so close to losing my mind. Blake’s tongue circled and flicked until I was practically blacking out, my widened legs making it all so intense.
Kyan chewed on my ear, tugging it savagely between his teeth as his fingers worked hard to bring me to ruin. Blake brought his hand up to my hot core and my whole back arched as he pushed two fingers into me too, stretching me until I screamed with pleasure like Saint wanted. Their hands worked in perfect synchronicity with Blake’s tongue, which lapped over me again and again.
I was about to fall apart, the combined sensations driving me crazy. I started shaking, falling, tumbling into oblivion as they shook the very foundations of my being. Fireworks sparked in my head and pleasure washed through my body so hard, I couldn’t even hear my own screams as they ripped from my lungs. I was saying all of their names, praising them, cursing them. I wanted to destroy them for giving me so much pleasure, and adore them in equal measures as the orgasm tore through my flesh like an earthquake.
Blake stood up between my legs and Kyan eased his fingers out of me as he breathed heavily in my ear. Blake started unbuckling his belt as my eyelids drooped and a stupid smile pulled at my lips.
“Well, that escalated quickly,” Saint muttered and a laugh tumbled from the depths of my chest.
“Do you think you can handle two of us, baby?” Kyan asked, his dick rock hard and about to explode beneath me. I didn’t immediately know the answer to that question, but as I regained my senses I remembered how little they deserved anything from me. One orgasm didn’t make up for all of their shit, no matter how mind-blowing it was.
Kyan released my legs and I staggered to my feet, reaching out to graze my hand over the huge bulge in Blake’s pants. He smirked at me and I tip-toed up to press a feather light kiss to his lips. Then I dropped down, hooking up my panties and pulling them on, then fixing my bra before stretching my arms above my head with a long yawn.
“Nah, I’m good. Time for bed isn’t it, Saint?” I arched a brow and Saint jumped up, glancing at the clock and nodding firmly.
“Wait a second,” Blake looked to me with a flare of desperation in his eyes.
“I’m sure you can finish each other off, right Kyan?” I tossed him a wink and Kyan glowered at me from his chair, his dick looking like it was about to bust out of his jeans and blast off like a rocket to the moon. His hands curled tightly over the ends of the chair arms as his eyes turned to a deadly shade of midnight.
Saint coiled an arm possessively around my waist, guiding me away from them and I snorted a laugh as we headed upstairs. I stared down at the two beautiful men below me now sporting the bluest balls in the history of the world.
Saint walked me directly into the bathroom, pointing at the shower. “Wash. I don’t want you smelling like them by the time you come back to my room. And be prepared to face the consequences of your actions when you do.”
My heart jolted as he shut the door in my face and I headed into the shower with a pout. I spent way too long washing, running my fingers across every part of my body Blake and Kyan had touched like they’d marked me permanently. There was something primal about this feeling, like I’d just been claimed in a whole other way I’d never known existed.
I couldn’t help a laugh when I finally exited the shower, recalling their horrified faces as I’d left them hanging. Serves them right for being dipshits ninety nine percent of the time.
I may have enjoyed delighting in their flesh tonight, but I wasn’t going to forget what they were. And I wasn’t going to stop delivering my revenge either. So they’d better get used to it.
I opened the bathroom door, finding a navy blue night dress folded at my feet. Saint’s back was to me, shirtless and his muscles flexing as he waited. I dropped my towel, pulling on the nightdress and pushing the bathroom door closed behind me as I stepped out.
Nerves warred in my belly as I waited for Saint to speak, padding silently closer to him as I walked toward the bed.
“You will punish Kyan and Blake in your own time and as you see fit,” Saint instructed sharply.
“Okay,” I said slowly, about to pull back the covers and slide into bed, but he whipped around and I noticed two zip ties in his hand. Oh shit.
“And you’ll sleep bound and gagged for tormenting me tonight and for breaking your own rules,” he said sternly. “If I don’t hold you accountable then no one will.”
“Tormenting you?” I scoffed. “You didn’t seem that tormented.”
“Well thank you for your inaccurate assessment of my feelings, but I am aware of exactly how your little act was intended to torture me.”
“You gave them orders!” I planted my hands on my hips. “You’re just jealous.”
“Jealous?” he spat, storming towards me and I couldn’t help but back up a couple of steps in alarm.
He caught my wrists, sliding a zip tie around them and yanking it tight until I winced. “I am the only one in this house abiding by the rules!” he boomed. “It is perfectly rational for me to be angry.”
Saint grabbed my waist and threw me on the bed, making me gasp in alarm. He caught my ankles and I fought the urge to start kicking, suddenly recognising the crazed look in his eyes that reminded me he needed this to calm down. He had to take back control of the situation by dominating me and punishing me for how uncertain the rule breaking made him feel.
I sighed, going limp and the tension ran out of his body too as he slid the tie over my ankles and tightened it. He lifted me into his arms, flipping the covers back and laying me down in my usual spot, arranging my hair around me on the pillow as a veil of calm fell over him.
“Good girl,” he sighed before heading back to his closet and returning with one of his school ties. He sat on the bed beside me, holding it up to my mouth. “Open.”
I did so somewhat resentfully, but swallowing down the rebel in me to give him peace of mind. I shouldn’t have done it for him, but some part of me wanted to soothe that barbaric creature in him. I opened my mouth and he slid the tie between my teeth before tying it around my head, placing the knot to one side so it didn’t dig into me.
He pulled the covers over me then moved to get into his own side, sliding under the sheets with a breath of relief. He picked up the book of Poe’s poetry and read one to me while I lay bound and gagged beside him like this was totally normal.
“So lovely was the loneliness of a wild lake, with black rock bound…and the tall pines that towered around. But when the night had thrown her pall. Upon that spot, as upon all. And the mystic wind went by, murmuring in melody. Then- ah then I would awake…to the terror of the lone lake.”
His voice crept over me as the light went off and I sensed those words hanging in the air like an echo. I rolled towards him, curling my legs to my chest and my hands rested on a pillow he’d placed between us. I felt the coolness of his body reaching toward the heat of mine like he ached to dive into the fire and never be cold again. And a part of me wanted to invite him right in.
I realised I’d desired all four of the Night Keepers tonight. Nash, Blake, Kyan, Saint. I didn’t understand the part of me who craved so many men at once. It wasn’t something I’d ever imagined for myself. But the idea of choosing one of them meant refusing another. And somehow, I didn’t want to do that. This whole thing was abnormal, I was well aware of that. I was their captive and their queen. And while it lasted, maybe it was okay to lean into my urges and explore the darkest parts of myself. Because as all-consuming as this seemed now, it wasn’t going to last forever. One day soon, this kingdom would fall.
Football practice wasn’t as much fun in a storm, but Monroe was still a fucking dictator even when the season had officially been put on hold indefinitely. Practice games were about all this was ev
er going to amount to this year and as we were seniors, I didn’t really see the point in practicing in all weathers. We’d never play a real game as a team again. Although, I didn’t mind the winning part of the practice sessions so much. Which my team had done. Again. As standard.
We’d skipped the showers in the sports hall for once, choosing to run back to The Temple as it was raining so damn hard. We would just end up freezing cold, dripping wet and splattered in mud again on the way back anyway and even Saint’s ritual had to bend to accommodate that. Luckily, he’d conceded that a shower at home was less of an upheaval to his routine than having to shower and change twice.
Monroe turned down our offer of hanging out with us tonight and headed back to his own place as the three of us ran home. He hadn’t hung out with all of us together since we’d baited him with that sex tape and his Moody Mandy routine was getting old fast. We’d be calling him out on it soon if he didn’t quit bitching, but tonight wasn’t the night.
We made it to the path which led up to The Temple and the pounding beat of music reached my ears from inside, loud enough to be heard over the storm.
Kyan strode right up to the door and jammed his key into it. We’d made Tatum promise to keep it locked while we weren’t here, letting her stay behind instead of coming down to stand in the rain and watch our practice. But it made me uneasy to leave her alone while we still hadn’t figured out which fucker in this school had been stalking her.
Saint had gone full psycho, pouncing on anyone who so much as glanced her way since finding out about it and Kyan had already beat up five different guys this week. But so far, we weren’t having any luck in figuring out who the hell was taking such an interest in our girl. And to make it worse, she’d had her fucking panties stolen in P.E. again and had received another creepy ass note.
So all in all, I’d be glad to get back to her and even more so because tonight she was going to be sleeping in my bed. And I was fully prepared to take whatever punishment she wanted to give me so that I could hold her safe in my arms for the night.
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