“Alright, have fun!” I reply, fake excitement lining my voice.
She smiles and pats my shoulder before walking out the door, Carden trailing after her like a lovesick puppy. He’s so totally into her, but I have yet to notice whether or not she returns his feelings. Either that, or she just doesn’t show it in front of me. Is she afraid of how I’d react? Hell, I’d be after witnessing my breakdown from a few days ago. I snort while shaking my head. What a mess. Instead of dwelling on it, I stand, deciding to do what she suggests.
Pursue having a good time.
Time to coax my lords to spend the night with me. It’s true that I’ve barely had time to see any of them, leaving me aching and wanting without them. That all changes tonight. I’m done waiting for them to show up at my rooms. They’re going to come to me in our giant couples suite. That is, if I can find where in the hell it is. I’ve been searching for it for over an hour. There are no secret passageways off the main hall here, and it’s not in any of the rooms nearby. I’m about to give up the search when Eden walks by. An idea lights in my head and I snatch her hand, pulling her closer.
She yelps in surprise before her eyes focus on me. “Good lord, Blair. What do you need? And why are you sneaking around in the shadows? You’re making yourself look suspicious.”
I shrug sheepishly. “I’m looking for the royal suite. Do you know where it is?”
“Yes, but I’m not sure why you’d need to get in there tonight. . .” she trails off, cheeks coloring with the realization of what I’m intending to do there.
Embarrassment floods my chest, and a crimson blush climbs all the way from my neck to the roots of my hair. Maybe asking her and alerting her to my plan was a horrible idea. Will she think I’m a total horn dog now? And do I really care if she does or not? I wring my hands in front of me, watching her with all my focus, trying to get her to buckle and tell me where it is. Eden looks me over, that shocked expression still on her face before she grasps my wrist and tugs me along.
“I’m only going to do this on one condition,” she says, conveying Scarlet’s no nonsense tone perfectly.
“Anything,” I reply.
“No one can know I was the one that showed you, say that you found it yourself or another servant showed you. Scarlet would kill me.”
“Done, my lips are sealed.”
We fall silent as she rushes me through two hallways and down a set of stairs before coming up to a familiar dark hallway. It’s almost identical to the one in Michael’s castle. The walls are carved with symbols I don’t quite understand, interlocked with flowers and vines all the way down. Once we get to the massive double doors Eden stops, releasing me. I run my fingers along the carved doors, marveling at the intricacy of the pattern. I’ll have to ask the lords about it later. They must know what it all means.
“This is as far as I’ll go, any farther and they’ll know my scent. You have to go in by yourself,” Eden murmurs, rubbing her arms.
I give her a weird look. “Are you cold?”
“No, there’s an odd feeling in the air here. It makes my skin crawl. You don’t feel it?” She asks, giving me a quizzical look.
In truth, the closer we got to the doors, the more at ease I felt. Being in the castle tempers my nerves, swipes away my doubts and inhibitions. It might be the curse, or it might be destiny, or a little bit of both but either way I was meant for these men, meant to be here. Even if I explained to Eden, I’m not sure she would understand. Would it be better to lie?
“No, I feel. . . fine,” I finish lamely.
“Uh-huh,” she replies, clearly knowing that I was omitting some information. “Alright, I’m gonna go. Good luck.”
“Wait!” I stop her, pressing a quickly scribbled letter into her hand. “Have this delivered to them, please.”
She gives me an exasperated look before nodding and bustling down the hall. I turn toward the grand doors, running my hands along the wood once more. It takes me a few minutes to build up the courage to open them. When I do, they emit a loud ominous creaking sound that makes me cringe. This time there’s no fire lit in the fireplace, no vanilla scented candles burning to make the space inviting. In fact, it looks like no one has been in here in months. Dust covers every surface except for the bed. It’s the only thing that looks pristine, as if it’s spelled to never become dirty or aged.
I have a lot of work to do before the lords arrive, so I kick off my heels and bustle over to the fireplace first. There’s a hefty stack of wood there that I use to start a meager fire, and it lights up the space nicely, making it ten times more inviting. I warm my hands for a minute before going into the bathroom looking for a rag. Taking one from the closet, I wet it with sweet smelling soap and wipe down every surface in the room. It leaves behind a pleasantly sweet odor, and I smile when the fire light shines off the newly polished tables. Even if they show up now before I’m completely done, it’s presentable enough that they’ll be pleased.
I throw the rag on the ground in the corner of the bathroom after wiping down the porcelain as well, leaving it sparkling clean. Next, I take the lighter and walk around both the bathroom and the sleeping quarters to light the candles. They smell of fresh pine and snow rather than vanilla, and I breath it in, shivering when it heightens my desire by reminding me of Raphael. For some reason, over the course of my cleaning spree I’ve become more and more turned on. As if even being in this room makes me dripping for them. If that’s the case, I might be certifiable.
Shaking off the pointless thoughts, I march into the bathroom and turn on the tap. Warm water gushes out, filling the tub quickly as I throw in rose petals and dump some sweet smelling bath salts into the water. Just as I finish, the grand doors creak open again. I bustle out of the bathroom and stop in my tracks in the doorway when I see all four of them standing there, marveling at my work.
“You did all this?” Uriel asks, walking to the fireplace to throw on another log.
“Yeah, I guess I just wanted some time alone with you,” I reply while looking down at my toes.
Raph walks up to me, tilting my chin up to meet his mouth. We kiss, our lips melding together so perfectly that I sigh into his mouth, my limbs trembling with barely restrained desire. He pulls back, growling with approval when he inhales the scent of my already raging desire. The sound of the water still running brings me back to earth. Before he can pull me into bed I rush back into the bathroom, turning off the tap just before the tub overflows with water. The others follow me, crowding into the room and inhaling the scent of my desire mixed with the bath salts and candles. Their eyes fade to deep crimson, fangs elongating as they step forward while shedding their clothes.
“I want to fuck you in the bath,” Michael murmurs lowly, and the deep timber of his voices makes my knees shake.
“Yes, I think that would be a perfect way to start off the evening,” Gabriel adds, stepping forward completely naked, the hard length of him out for all to see.
My core throbs as I stare at it, remember how it felt pumping in and out of me. My mouth waters for it, and struggle to reach behind me to unzip my dress. Uriel spins me around, making quick work of the gown as it falls to the floor in a heap. My underclothes are next, easily shredded by his razor sharp talons. They glide against my skin, never cutting me, but leaving delicious lines of fiery desire in their wake. I pant with it, letting my body fall back against his and savoring it when he leans down to trail kisses along my neck.
The others growl behind us, clearly upset that their younger brother is monopolizing me. Despite their warning sounds, I don’t move, in fact, I grab his hand and put it against my dripping pussy, aching for him. He hums in approval as his fingers slide easily through my slick folds, finding that sweet spot and making me cry out. Uriel chuckles against my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin right over my artery. I arch against him, practically begging him to sink his teeth into me. He doesn’t, only kisses the skin sweetly while continually circling my clit with slow, languid
strokes. It builds the orgasm slowly, aching so.
As if they're done waiting, the others crowd around me, trailing their fingers down my skin. Michael kneels, taking one nipple into his mouth while twisting the other. I cry out again, bucking as release powers through me, sending shivers of pleasure across every inch of my skin. They drag it out, nipping and sucking all parts of my body. My nipples, the apex of my thighs, my neck, my ear. It’s sensory overload, and before I know it, I’m falling over the edge again, knees buckling. Michael catches me in his arms before I can hit the floor, guiding me safely to straddle him. He claims me with his mouth, thrusting his tongue in and swirling it against mine. I moan at the contact, my core heating up once more, clearly ready for more and more pleasure. As much pleasure as they’re willing to give me.
“Did that feel good?” He murmurs against my lips.
“Y-yes,” I pant, shivering when Raph kneels behind me, dragging moisture from core back to circle around my ass. “W-what are you doing?”
“Relax,” he coos, circling his fingers around my tight hole. “It will feel good, I promise.”
His words send me panting again, and my head falls back against his shoulder. Raph takes that opportunity to explore my neck with his mouth, his fingers still teasing my ass, never entering, just teasing. The sensation it brings is a totally different kind of pleasure from somewhere deep inside me. It makes my pussy weep with desire, ready for whatever comes next.
Michael positions me over him, and I suck in a breath when he slides in, pumping slowly. Raph slides one finger into my ass at the same time while sinking his teeth into my neck. My orgasm explodes immediately, thundering down my spine and gripping me wholly. I cry out and buck against them, crazed with it. Michael picks up speed, pounding into me over and over again until he too comes, roaring with release and sheathing himself fully. The moment I feel him unleash himself within me, I go over the edge again, softer this time. Raph pulls out of me, dragging me off of Michael in the process.
He showers kisses across my face while caressing my body and licking my neck to close the wound. “Are you alright? Was that painful?” He asks, worry in his voice.
“Oh no, it was. . . divine,” I whisper, voice hoarse from screaming my release.
He chuckles against me, leaning down to trail more kisses up my neck. But before he can, Gabriel hoists me into his arms, growling. “My turn.”
Raph returns a growl, standing up and narrowing his blazing red eyes. “You had her already.”
Uriel steps forward too, clearly wanting a turn inside me. Leaning back against Gabriel’s chest, I reach out and grip their hands, pulling them closer.
“Everyone can have me,” I say, pouting at them. “Just two at a time at first.”
Their eyes light up at the suggestion, knowing exactly what I’m referring too. Leaving the bathroom, Gabriel nearly tosses me onto the bed on my stomach before yanking me back up on my knees. The possessiveness in the gesture turns me on even more, and a moan escapes me. He sheaths himself inside me with one thrust, smacking his hips into my ass with an audible sound. Leaning down, he trails his lips along my back, licking and sucking.
“You like it rough, don’t you amante?” he groans.
“Yes, Gabriel, god yes!” I cry when he pounds into me faster and harder.
Raph appears in front of me, positioning his cock right over my lips. I take him inside my mouth, running my tongue along the soft velvet of his shaft. My eyes nearly roll back in my head when he moans and grasps the back of my head, pumping in and out of my mouth. Giving him pleasure is feeding my own, and I match Gabriel’s wild pace with my mouth, sucking and licking down to the skin.
“Fuck, Blair, you’re pussy is so, so wet,” Gabriel groans before giving me one final harder thrust and releasing himself within me.
I cry out, an orgasm hitting me at the exact moment that Raph’s hot seed coats my throat. I suck him through his own orgasm, swallowing easily and moaning against him. He hisses a string of curses before pulling out of my mouth and leaning down to kiss me hard. I’m panting with the exertion of our sexual escapade, but it’s not even done when Uriel takes Gabriel’s place behind me, entering me with far more gentleness. Raph explores my mouth as Uriel pumps into me with an exquisitely slow pace. My desire builds again, flying higher and higher. Michel and Gabriel climb onto the bed beside me, positioning themselves on either side of my neck before biting down and drawing blood.
Raph absorbs my cry of pain mixed with pleasure, riding it with his tongue. To my surprise, Uriel leans down and sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my back, drawing his own fill of my blood. Magic swirls into my chest, heightening my desire and pleasure, causing me to buck against Uriel’s dick, forcing him to speed up the tempo. He allows me to set the pace, more focused on feeding and stroking my clit over and over again. When he takes it in two fingers and squeezes, I combust, arching up and off the bed, forcing them out of my neck, blood spraying. Raph holds me down before it can get out of control, licking along my wounds so they close.
At some point during my dizzying orgasm, Uriel had come as well, dripping into me. When he pulls out, I collapse onto the bed, my chest heaving, body covered in sweat. And yet, I feel sated for the first time since we all came together before. A deep sense of peace envelopes me, and I smile to myself while I try to catch my breath, pussy sore and quivering. The lords shower me with kisses and lick up the excess blood on my body, moaning when it’s mingled with my sweat. I nearly flush with embarrassment at the thought before pushing it away, these men want all of me, and clearly aren’t embarrassed by my human sweat. Nonetheless, I really want to scrub myself clean.
“Carry me to the bath,” I command, rolling over and holding out my arms for someone to pick me up.
“Yes, your majesty,” Uriel chuckles, pulling me up and into his embrace.
The others follow us in, and I moan when my body sinks into the water. My muscles instantly relax, going near liquid against the hard marble seat. My lords surround me, pressing in close and petting my skin as if they can’t get enough. I laugh and push them away so I can dunk my hair, scrubbing it free of any sweat and blood that clings to it. When I surface I see that they’ve spread out, sinking into the bath to enjoy it themselves, seemingly shaken out of their lust filled fog.
“You are truly amazing, Blair,” Uriel murmurs, sinking lower into the tub.
“I second that,” Raph says, eyes closed.
“Agreed,” Michael and Gabriel say together, grinning.
I blush. “Oh stop it.”
The crowd into me again, nipping and stealing kisses along my skin until I’m yelping and laughing while swatting them away. Uriel and Raph pull me across their laps and whisper loving words while the others massage my sore muscles, working out the strain our love making had put into them. This is how a queen is treated. I am no concubine, no disposable lover as I had once thought. They care for me, and I for them.
If someone had told me three months ago that we’d end up like this, caressing each other and murmuring sweet nothings in the bath, I would have laughed in their face. But now. . . they mean so much more to me than I ever would have thought possible. After all the women they were with, loving each of them in turn, I never believed there would be enough room for me. But the way they made love to me, the way they are cherishing me now. . . I feel it. I feel that little love plant inside me preening in the sun and opening it’s bud, if only a little.
Each time we come together a piece of me is given away to them, and I’ve come to find that I don’t mind.
I don’t mind one bit.
Chapter Five
“Ugh,” I groan, rolling over in bed, only to find myself lying on top of two other bodies.
My face flushes when it brings back memories from the night before. I sit up, looking down at Raphael’s sleeping face. His expression is so soft right now, so kissable. Well, he’s always kissable, but he’s especially so right now. They all are, lying beneath me
with their arms or hands wrapped around some part of me like it’s even painful in sleep to let me go. Seeing them like that, so vulnerable in comparison to the feral strength they display when awake, is truly. . . magnificent.
A small sigh escapes my lips when I run two fingers down Raph’s naked chest, marveling at the muscles there. The sound is all it takes to wake them, and all four of my terrifyingly beautiful lords blink up at me, sleepy smiles on their faces. Michael rolls toward us, all of his nakedness on display, making me bite my lip as desire surges through me like liquid fire. All at once their nostrils flare as they scent my desire, and nearly identical wicked grins show off their canines.
“I wouldn’t mind a morning wake up call,” Uriel growls from beneath me, bringing me up to straddle his already rock hard cock.
I splay my hands across his chest, relishing the feeling of it, wanting to rake my nails down it. As if sensing that need, he nods up at me while licking his lips. That nod is all I need to sink down onto him, throwing my head back at the luscious feeling of fullness it brings. The others crowd us, running midnight soft talons along my skin. The sensation builds my desire, forcing me to grind against Uriel harder and harder until I’m bucking wildly, moans escaping me.
Michael and Raph come up on their knees on either side of me, running their smooth cocks along my skin. I take both of them in my hands, pumping them hard and fast to match the rhythm I’ve set with Uriel, needing a hot and hard release. Gabriel trails lazy kisses along my neck and spine, arms wrapped around me and fingers twisting my nipples. His cock rubs up against my ass, nearly entering it several times with how slick my pussy has made me. I gasp each time, shying away from it. He doesn’t push it, only rides me as much as I’ll let him. The desire builds, a wave of it so tall and heady that I’m panting their names.
“Say my name, love, say it,” Uriel groans, gripping my hips and pounding into me with a savagery that I delight in.
“Oh Uriel! Please don’t stop, please!” I nearly wail as I come.
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