Kyan squeezed my ass with both hands, then parted my cheeks and ran his tongue over the most intimate part of me and I jerked forward into Blake’s hands with a gasp of surprise. Kyan chuckled like a demon, licking me savagely as Monroe’s tongue seemed to find the exact same, wicked rhythm against my clit.
“Oh my god,” I moaned against Blake’s lips.
“Is that good, Cinders?” Blake purred and I nodded, my hips jolting and jerking as Monroe and Kyan seemed to battle for who could make me twitch the most. “It can be even fucking better.”
Blake’s hand slid from my breast and he dropped his shoulder, reaching under Monroe’s chin and slipping his hand into the party. Two thick fingers pushed deep inside me and Blake cursed at how wet he found me, pumping his hand and making me cry out at the unbelievable sensations the three of them were giving me. It was too much. I was falling or flying or fucking combusting. I gasped and moaned, unsure who was even holding me up because it sure as shit wasn’t me. Ecstasy tumbled through my body like an earthquake and I cried out, my head falling back as Blake’s mouth fell to my throat and licked up the length of it.
I was still moaning as he withdrew his hand and Kyan and Monroe’s mouths retreated from my body, giving me relief for my sensitive, quivering flesh. But I only needed a second because I wasn’t even close to done with any of them.
“Nash, you have her first,” Saint commanded suddenly. “Lie her on the table.”
“Fuck no.” Blake yanked me toward him and a breathy laugh escaped me.
Kyan caught my hips, tugging me out of his arms, his teeth sinking into the shell of my ear. “I’ll fight to get inside you first, baby. I’ll lay them all out for you.” His hard, throbbing cock pressed against my ass and Monroe growled, shoving his forehead to knock him back and pulling me against his chest with a demonic look that said he was about to do anything to win this fight.
“I want all of you,” I insisted as Blake and Kyan’s palms fell on me again. I nuzzled into them as the three of them surrounded me, my hand curving around Kyan’s neck behind me and my other hand moving from Monroe’s chest to knot in Blake’s hair as they caressed and pawed at me. My gaze fell on Saint again as the final piece of my jigsaw alluded me.
“Join us,” I demanded but he just licked his lips, leaning back against the couch and slowly pumping his beautiful dick.
“I will when I’m done enjoying the view,” he said, his eyes two wells of hunger and I guessed I didn’t mind putting on a show if that was what he liked.
“Come on, princess, make a choice,” Monroe growled urgently, nipping at my jaw and my breaths came too heavily.
“Saint can choose,” I decided, knowing he revelled in it. And I kinda did too. If he wasn’t going to come over here and put his hands on me then he could at least have this connection to us instead.
Kyan growled his disapproval, looking over at Saint in frustration.
“Nash it is,” Saint reiterated smugly and Monroe clearly didn’t care to argue with Saint when he was being picked, so he grabbed my waist, lifting me up and carrying me to the table.
He lay me down, spreading me out on it like I was his favourite meal and I grinned at him as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my soul igniting from the way he watched me. My crown fell to the table and I didn’t bother to retrieve it as I was captured by the sight before me, my dark angel towering above me, ready to show me the depths of his sins.
“Eyes here,” Monroe commanded, pointing to his own blue gaze and I nodded, biting my lip as he tugged his boxers down, freeing his impressive, throbbing length.
His eyes lingered on my lips as he guided himself to my entrance, feeling how soaked I was and he sighed as he circled the head of his dick in my wetness.
He held my jaw so I couldn’t look away, not that I wanted to look at anything but him in that moment anyway, then he shoved his hips forward, slamming himself inside me fully and making me cry out. His gaze locked with mine as he pounded in and out of me, his teeth bared as his fingers dug into my chin and his whole body tensed, his abs tight, his muscles gleaming, making me even slicker for him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his other hand moving to caress my swollen clit as my back arched against the hard wood table. “Yes.”
“Slow down, Nash. I said you could go first, not that you could finish first,” Saint said cuttingly, but Monroe ignored him, driving harder into my body as another orgasm built and built in me from his skilful touch.
“Nash,” Saint snapped.
“Shut up,” Monroe spat, still not letting me look anywhere else but at him.
I moaned as I gave myself to his power, my eyes half rolling back into my head as my thighs clenched around him. Ecstasy was about to crest through me like a wave, but before I could dive into that sea of pleasure, Monroe was yanked away from me and I yelped, half sitting up as I found Saint tugging him aside.
“Hey!” I snarled.
“Kyan, get under her,” Saint tossed at him and Kyan didn’t hesitate, grabbing me off the table and pulling me down to straddle him on the carpet.
I turned my head to try and see Monroe, but Kyan lifted my hips and slid himself inside me with a powerful thrust that made me fall forward over him. My mouth met his and he bit hard on my lower lip, grabbing my hands and holding them at the base of my spine as he controlled me riding him.
“Motherfucker,” I panted and he laughed.
“Blake take her hands for him,” Saint commanded and Kyan growled as he drove himself in and out of me.
I dug my knees into the carpet to try and gain some control, but as Blake took hold of my hands for him, Kyan was free to grip my hips, his thumbs slipping beneath the straps of my suspenders and I lost any power I’d had at all as he pumped himself in and out of me, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me and making me release noises that sounded purely fucking animal.
“Jesus fucking – Kyan,” I gasped for air as he didn’t slow even a little, his ruthless thrusts almost painful, but they were so fucking good too.
He squeezed my ass, slapping hard enough to leave a mark before doing it again and again.
“You’re a savage,” I growled angrily, loving it almost as much as I wanted to punch him for it.
“I would’ve thought you’d be used to that by now, baby,” he said, smirking as he watched my breasts bounce, looking like he was in heaven.
“Fuck her from behind, Blake,” Saint instructed and Blake’s hands shifted on my wrists so he held them in one while moving his other to slide into the arousal between my thighs.
“Ah, that’s my balls, asshole,” Kyan grunted and Blake growled his annoyance while a breathless laugh escaped me.
“You like it really, baby,” I taunted and Kyan gave me a sadistic grin that spelled trouble.
He pulled out of me, lifting me by the hips and forcing me to turn around so I faced Blake. I steadied myself on Blake’s shoulders, having no time to prepare as Kyan eased himself into my ass instead, using the slickness from my body to open me up to him.
“For fuck’s sake, Kyan,” Saint huffed. “Do as I say.”
“Asshole,” I snarled at him as he ignored Saint, but the breathy pleasure that filled my voice kinda lessened the sting of my insult.
“Are we naming places I plan on fucking you today? Pussy, mouth, tits,” Kyan said casually in my ear, grinding his hips in a slow, teasing movement that told me he wasn’t going to be a complete beast about fucking me this way at least.
“One day I’m going to buy a strap on and see how you like it,” I panted and he chuckled, biting down on my neck.
“Good luck with that, baby,” he purred.
He pulled me back to lie on him, his hand moving to my clit as Blake knelt between both of our legs and snared all of my attention. My golden boy had a playful grin on his face as he stared at my body, clearly not too bothered about the change of plans as he got to look at me fully. He knocked Kyan’s hand away from my clit, leaning down t
o suck it and make me whimper, my eyes falling on Saint and Monroe who stood just beyond him, watching as they stroked themselves, seeming hypnotised by the view. Their eyes on me were enough to push me over the ledge I was already teetering on thanks to Kyan and Blake, and I moaned as pleasure rippled through me once more.
Blake ran his mouth up my body as Kyan slowly rocked his hips, controlling our movements as I gripped Blake’s shoulders tighter. I slid one hand down to line up Blake’s twitching dick with my core, running my thumb over the bead of precum waiting for me before twisting my hand down his shaft and squeezing it at the base.
He released a low noise of total desire as he thrust his cock forward and I drew him inside me. His body weighed down on mine and Kyan grunted as he was pressed down too and holy shit, there weren’t many better places in the world than being crushed between these two Adonises as they brought me to ruin.
Kyan wrapped my hair around his fist to keep it out of his face. It might have been awkward but it was so damn hot. Blake pushed in deep until I was so full of both of them that my moans became garbled noises that were somewhere between whimpers and demands for more. They started moving in and out of me at different times, one of them thrusting while the other pulled back, their pace matching each other’s as they built me up and up towards impossible heights.
I wrapped my legs around Blake’s waist and Kyan gripped the backs of my thighs, moving me to his demands until I was lost to both of them as they took complete control of my body.
Kyan growled in my ear, cursing and biting and suddenly he was stilling and swelling within me, his breaths hot on my neck.
“God you’re fucking perfect,” he groaned, slapping my ass hard again before drawing out of me.
Blake laughed victoriously, lifting me off of him and planting my ass on the back of the couch, his mouth meeting mine as he circled his hips and rubbed my insides in a way designed for purest pleasure. I moaned and panted, my nails tearing into his back as his forehead pressed to mine. Sweat beaded on his chiselled body as he finished with one final, earth-shattering thrust that had me coming apart again too.
He pulled out of me, kissing me sweetly and I pushed back on his chest, letting myself flop down onto the cushions of the couch to catch my breath, a heady laugh escaping me as I felt the evidence of two of my men’s desire for me seeping between my thighs.
I swung my legs around so they hung off the side of the couch and two dark demons moved into view around it, making my heart rate spike. Monroe held a glass of water in his hand, holding it to my lips and I drank it greedily as my eyes locked with his. Saint watched me with intent and as Monroe placed the glass on the table, I bit my lip with excitement, ready for more.
“You sure you haven’t had enough?” Monroe asked with a smirk and I shook my head.
“I need you both. I can handle it just fine,” I said, reaching down to fist his hard cock and tease him as I pumped it slowly.
“That’s enough, siren,” Saint purred. “Get on your knees for us.”
I wet my lips, nodding eagerly and moving to obey, a thrill rushing through me from his bossy tone. Saint moved in front of me beyond the arm of the couch, nodding to Monroe who drew my hips back to line up with his cock, angling his tip against my pussy. Saint waited as Monroe thrust into me and I groaned as Monroe showed me no mercy, his fingers biting into my hips as he powered in and out of my body.
I tightened around him, moaning his name and Saint gripped my hair, yanking sharply to make me look up at him.
“Say my name like that,” he commanded greedily.
“Saint,” I moaned as Nash slid his fingers onto my swollen clit and demanded even more pleasure from my body, but I was unsure if I could really come again. There had to be a limit, right?
“Good girl,” Saint sighed, stepping closer and bringing his cock to my lips.
I took it into my mouth without needing a single command, slackening my throat and taking him in as far as I could before drawing out again in a deliberately slow move. He swore as I swirled my tongue around his shaft and I sucked the tip in a way that made his whole cock jerk in my mouth.
Monroe’s fingers dug harder into my hips and I felt his dick swelling as he came close to finishing. I sucked Saint’s shaft, pushing my ass back against Monroe as I swam in the ecstasy of claiming these two men who had once been bitter enemies. Nash’s fingers worked miracles between my thighs and I almost bit down on Saint’s cock as I found another burning release, pulling my mouth off of him at the last second as I shuddered my way through the pleasure. Nash followed me into oblivion, his hands sliding up my back as he finished deep inside me with one fierce thrust that shook the foundations of my body.
Saint laughed darkly as Nash pulled free of me and fell back into the closest armchair with a sigh of satisfaction.
Saint leaned low to speak in my ear. “Now you’re all mine.” He took my hand, guiding me over to his wingback chair and dropping into it, tugging me down to straddle his lap. He angled his cock against my opening and drew me down onto him with a groan, his penetrating eyes gazing directly into my soul.
I lay my hands on his shoulders as he held my hips and we started moving, staring at each other in a trance as we rocked in a perfect rhythm with one another. I placed one hand to his chest, pinning this monster in place as I rode his solid length, my lips parted in an O as I felt every inch of his thickness claiming me. His hands grasped my butt cheeks and I cursed as he slid two fingers into my ass, making me ride them along with his cock as he smirked cruelly at me.
“Ever the devil,” I panted.
“Always,” he promised, his expression tensing as my hips moved faster and all we could do was pant and groan as we wrung pleasure from each other’s bodies harder and harder, working ourselves up to a sweaty, wild rhythm that had me struggling for breath.
Saint came with a string of filthy words and I followed him, falling forward so my face rested against the strong column of his neck as all the strength went out of my body.
“Shower!” Blake cried, snatching me off of Saint’s lap before I had a moment to recover and throwing me over his shoulder as he ran for his and Kyan’s bathroom. A thundering of footfalls came after us and I lifted my head in a daze, seeing Nash and Kyan charging after us. Blake made it into the bathroom, swung the door shut in their faces and locked it before racing to the other side of the room and locking that door too.
“Blake!” Kyan snapped, the sound of a heavy body hitting the wood. “I’m not beyond breaking this door down.”
“Can’t hear you,” Blake sang, switching the shower on as he stepped in and planted me in front of him.
He kissed me and I laughed, wrapping my arms around him as he washed me, soothing the aches away that I was left with after claiming my four Night Keepers together. “I love you, Cinders.” He nuzzled my neck and I moaned lightly, pushing my fingers into his wet hair.
“I love you too, golden boy,” I breathed and he sighed, closing his eyes as he relished those words. I carved my fingers over his face and into his hair, my soul rising to the surface of my flesh for this boy. “I love every ray of sunshine that’s housed in your skin, I love that each one burns into me and makes me feel lighter than air. But I love your darkness too, the shadowy side of you that lurks beneath that sweetly cruel exterior. I want both halves of you, Blake Bowman, because they make you real. They make you a villain and a hero. A god and a devil. The creature in between it all is the most tempting, beautiful man. And he’s mine.”
“Fuck, sweetheart, how am I ever gonna live up to your love? It’s too fucking pure,” he growled, pulling me closer.
“You already have,” I said firmly, drawing him into a passionate kiss.
We didn’t leave the bathroom for nearly half an hour as Blake decided to make me come once more with his mouth and hands before he let me go. And when we returned to the living room in sweats, I was feeling thoroughly satisfied and aching all over in the best way. The others were dres
sed too, clearly having all used Saint’s bathroom.
My gaze drifted to the door as I had the urge to go and find Mila, hug her and tell her I was okay. But if I did that, I knew I’d be putting her at risk. Troy Memphis was too dangerous a man to put her in the line of his fire. The knowledge of my whereabouts was best to remain within these walls until we could figure out how to get him off our backs. I just didn’t know what we were going to do long-term. I couldn’t stay holed up here forever.
“We’re going to need to work out some new ground rules. I’m not living this caveman way where our girl is grabbed by whichever neanderthal gets to her first,” Saint commanded, his ankle balanced on his knee as he pushed his hand through his tightly curling hair.
“Agreed,” Monroe said and they exchanged a look as Blake and Kyan shared one of their own that said they preferred the caveman lifestyle.
“That kinda seems like a you guys issue, so I’m gonna get some food,” I said, grinning as I headed to the kitchenette and took out some bread to make a sandwich, my stomach growling loudly. “Anyone want one?”
“Me.”
“Me.”
“Me.”
“I shall have smashed avocado spread on toasted rye,” Saint said and I looked over my shoulder at them all with an arched eyebrow.
“Well I’m gonna need a hand for all those, kay? I’m not your servant anymore,” I said lightly and Monroe jumped up, seeming more than happy to help as he joined me and grabbed the mayo from the fridge, placing a kiss behind my ear that made my heart flutter.
“Anyone wanna go for a run soon?” Blake asked, stretching his arms above his head.
“Do you ever run out of energy?” Saint inquired and Blake laughed.
“Nope,” he said, pushing out of his seat and heading to the closest window which was covered by a blind. “I hope it’s not raining anymore…” I heard him open it as I buttered some bread and he swore loudly, making me turn around in surprise.
My heart stalled as I took in what looked like red paint on the window, the word mine written in thick letters across the glass. As the sun came out from behind a dark cloud, it cast the Temple in a deep red glow. My gut knotted and my breathing came unevenly. What the fuck?
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