by Kenna Bardot
And while they still had the ability to infuriate, torment and humiliate me they also had the capacity for such affection. The capacity to make me feel like I mattered. I just sometimes wished I could keep them at arm's length. Wished they could just be my friends.
But I was honest enough with myself to know that I couldn't do that. That I couldn't stop there.
"And why should you be getting used to not sleeping with any of us, Mireyah?" He ran a finger down the side of my face.
"If I win, I become Sylfe and I'm going to Sylfeshire. If not, I die." I forced a smile. "Hey, maybe I'm getting you used to the sensation of not having me in your bed any longer."
"Don't joke about shit like that, Mireyah." He grabbed my wrist as I twisted open the door and burst in. To my consternation, all his friends were there, which would not have been that bad except for the fact that Char was. And he had Annalee with him.
Shep looked over the moment we stepped in and smirked when he saw Tate's hand around my wrist. "What's up, Tate? Has our Snow been misbehaving again?"
Tate gave off a small grunt and pushed me towards a chair. He gave me a push and rested his hands on his hips. "She needs to be punished."
Char shot me one of his rare smiles made creepy by those stark white eyes glinting at me. "And how does our pet wish to be punished?" Annalee clawed at the sleeve of his shirt - there really was no other word for it - and whimpered next to him. Char just kept his eyes on me and ignored her.
I huffed out an annoyed breath at the presence of Annalee right next Char - like she belonged there. Like she owned him. It was just one more reason I didn't want to have any relationship with these Descendants. "No, thank you. I've no need to be punished. Least of all by you."
I glared at Annalee as she smirked. My eyes tracked down and noted that her hand was kneading Char's thigh, near which was a very conspicuous bulge. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Oooh, it seems our pet is a little peeved at the moment." Hollis shot me an amused look. I just threw him a glare, standing up and turning my back on them. I swung the bag off my shoulders and stomped towards their cupboard stores. I took out some jars and containers to place the bits and pieces that I'd foraged earlier that morning before I'd done my training.
"I didn't realize this was the common area. I thought I was in Hollis' room." I slammed the door shut a little too loudly and spun around to face them.
Ryle let out a full-bellied laugh. "Winter girl is definitely more than a little peeved, Hollis." I looked back to see him throwing a knowing look Hollis' way. "Although I doubt she's the only one who's peeved that we're all here."
Hollis shrugged, a stiff motion that had the satiny silk of his shirt glinting in the lights. "No fucking clue what you mean, arse."
"Who else could it be?" Shep cut in. "You told us to fuck off and go to the common area not even ten minutes later."
"Common area or not, we can punish my pet." Hollis stepped toward me, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. I don't know what it said about me or the way our relationship evolved that a part of me looked forward to him making good on the promise I could see reflected in his deep red eyes.
I almost reached out, almost smiled. Until I remembered who else was in the room. We were being watched and, most of all, by Char and Annalee. I stiffened and felt Tate swoop in behind me, hands running down my arms before encircling my wrists with his hands.
"How should we do it, pet?" His voice tickled my ear as he ran a hand down my arm.
I pulled myself away from them and muttered, “No. I'd rather just do my chores, thank you."
"Fuck that," Hollis cursed.
Annalee laughed. "Mireyah is useless where it matters. You shouldn't really bother with her."
I spun around to shoot her a dirty look. While I might tolerate a certain amount of abuse from the guys - because, really, I had no choice - I was not about to take the same abuse from her when she and I were equals.
But rather than meet Annalee's eyes, I met Char's, and the smile was gone, replaced by his usual unruffled calm. However, there was a quality to his face, the tightness in his jaw communicated to me he wasn't pleased. And I was the target of this displeasure. All I had to do was wait on what kind of punishment he would mete out.
He brushed Annalee's hands away and sat up from the bed. He straightened his shirt and patted down his pants. He shot the girl on Hollis' bed a look so glacial it could freeze even the most eager of glands. Her face moved to a frown.
"Char?" Annalee frowned at him and combed her hands through her hair in a flirty gesture.
"It's time you left. I need my room cleaned." Char turned his back on her, a clear dismissal.
"But you said earlier that we were coming here to -" Annalee stopped talking when Char shot her a raised eyebrow.
"I believe I didn't ask for your opinion. The strip of white around your waist still communicates that you belong to me and that you follow my orders. Don't presume to imagine that we are equals." Char pulled at the lapels of the jacket he wore, not even bothering to look at her.
Annalee bowed her head, but not before I saw the tears in her eyes well in hurt, her hands bunching into fists as she nodded and scurried away and out the door. Char didn't even comment or react as the door slammed shut behind her and instead straightened his jacket and came towards me.
With a simple gesture of his hand, he had Tate and Hollis stepping away from me. His hand, long fingered and cold, came up to grab me by the sides of my face and exert enough pressure to have my mouth hanging open.
He bent forward until I had no choice but to stare into the white nothingness that were his eyes. "Lest you forget, pet, you are human. Hollis owns you and by the relationship we all share, so do we all. If we tell you to bend over and let us have our way with you, then that's what you do. You are our plaything. Thing. A thing does not get rights. Do you understand?"
He waited for a response, but I did nothing. I speared him with my eyes. Pouring all the anger I could feel in me through my eyes. I let out a breath when his hold tightened on me. "Go rot in Hell, Charolais Vide. You and your human pet."
He narrowed his eyes, and I felt a low sharp pain near my stomach - a gift from him. I mustered all of my willpower and strength to ensure that I did not show how affected I was by it.
"Why do you insist on making us want to break you when you can just remain safe easily enough, Mireyah?" He stepped back and with him, the pain. "I'll never understand."
I took a deep breath and crumpled to the floor the minute I was no longer competing against the pain.
All I knew in that moment was pure hate - hate for him and for me. Ryle and Tate rushed towards me and gathered me up in their arms. I kicked out and pushed against them and ran out of the room. Away from them.
I needed to get away from them.
Chapter 18
Mireyah
They were being weird, staring at me like I would grow or had grown a second head.
In the meantime, I'd never felt so relaxed, laying draped over the twins on the couch. My head in Ryle's lap as his fingers stroked through my hair.
So gently.
Considering the size of his huge hands, I felt a moment of surprise before it faded into the ether. I could even feel Char's eyes on me, his gaze scorching me despite how much I hated him. "Are you tired, Mireyah?" Tate's voice sounded like a melodic whisper, making me hum in contentment.
"No, not tired," I answered, tilting my head to smile at him. I let it fall back to Ryle's thigh, wincing at the impact. The man was like a rock.
"You've been keeping us at a distance. We don't like it," Hollis said, slipping out of his chair gracefully. His hand trailed delicate, almost loving fingers from my calf up to my knee. I shivered in my relaxed state, giving away too much. Not that they were foolish enough to think me unaffected by their touch, even under normal circumstances. There could be little doubt where that was concerned, but after Char's reminder of exactly what my place was, I'
d been trying to maintain my distance sexually as much as emotionally.
Ignoring the subtle little touches, I tried to stay impervious to Tate's warm flirtations and Ryle's teasing to get me to laugh. Turning off how soft and fuzzy I felt every time Shep's thunderous glares turned towards people who looked at me the wrong way, and the way Hollis' languid body movements made me tingle.
By the subtle relaxing of my body, everything I'd been dutifully pretending didn't exist, slammed into me full force. Tate tugged the flats off my feet, dropping them to the floor one by one with echoing taps against the stone. I jolted, knowing something was wrong.
I wouldn't just give in. Wouldn't just purr like a kitten after what Char had said. I was too stubborn, too-
"Shh, Mireyah." Ryle smiled down at me, those fingers massaging my scalp until I resettled in his lap. "Let us make you feel good."
Hollis' hand curled around to the inside of my calf, teasing and tormenting as he pried my legs apart slowly, so slowly I could almost believe it wasn't his doing at all but my own. Those traitorous fingers smoothed up the inside of my knee, coaxing a moan from my lips when he touched the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
"You want to feel good, don't you, my pet?" Hollis whispered, and there was something in his voice. Something like longing, tinged with something darker, more carnal.
Possessive.
Ryle leaned down, claiming my lips in a gentle kiss as he explored every inch of my lips with his own. So lost in him, I let Hollis draw my panties down smoothly, discarding them along with my shoes. When Ryle finally pulled away, it was to sit me up and tug my dress over my head until I was naked between them. Pressed between the three of them like a cage. A comfortable, padded cage that gave me the illusion of safety.
And I knew that to be a lie - it was the farthest thing from being safe. Nothing about the five of them would ever be safe for me.
But there was nothing to be done for it, nothing to stop the fact that when Hollis slid an expert hand between my thighs, I was already wet for them. Vaguely, I could feel Shep and Char in the matching chairs, watching the show with rapt attention. But even that something I was always so aware of, seemed dimmed compared to the way Hollis' fingers stroked through my folds. Hypersensitive, each subtle touch was like a live wire, sparking arousal in every part of me. My back arched, and Ryle groaned just before taking my lips in a harsher, unforgiving embrace.
Lips wrapped around my breast, nipping and sucking with fervor that made me moan into Ryle's mouth as fingers pressed inside me, stretching me. I knew, without a doubt, that this was different compared to the other times they'd touched me. There was purpose in their actions, the focus solely on me.
And theoretically? I knew why. But I couldn't seem to wrap my head around the fact that it was wrong. A very terrible idea. That if any of them entered me, I would never be the same. Our dynamic would never be the same. My body strove for it in a way I should know better not to.
Wanted it.
Hollis drew his hand away, and I grasped his wrist to shove it back - to let him work me with those expert strokes only he seemed to offer.
"This greedy little cunt," Tate said, and even the word couldn't distract me from the pleasure I felt when he shifted his body. His breath tickled against my core, and my hips rose up of their own volition. "Needs to come," he finished, and then he thrust his tongue into the entrance Hollis stretched open.
My teeth clashed with Ryle's when I jolted, thrusting a hand to grasp the back of Tate's head and press him into me more firmly. The longer silver strands on one side of his head brushed against me, soft against my palm in a way that was entirely too soothing.
If he stopped, I might have had to kill him.
"Please," a voice begged, and it took me a while to realize that it was me.
"You’ll make us feel good, aren't you sweetheart?" Ryle's hair - half gold, half bronze was a mess, and I knew it to be from my fingers. I locked eyes with him as his twin licked a path from my entrance to my clit, over and over. He only gave me a brief bump against that area I wanted more attention before pulling back and teasing me. Tormenting me. Pushing me into giving them the answer I could feel they needed.
"I- my mouth," I whispered, turning to Hollis where he smirked at me arrogantly.
"Not today, pet. We want everything. If you say the word, Tate will make you come, and we'll each take exactly what we want from you."
"I - I don't think that's-"
"You want this," Ryle whispered and the words wrapped around me, enticing and suffocating. "We've done nothing to you that you didn't consent to, that you didn't want." Tate pressed fingers inside me, circling my clit with his tongue twice just to torment me.
"I want this pussy to strangle my cock, Mireyah," he whispered against me. "Don't you want us to fill you up?" Hollis licked my nipple as Tate spoke, and I watched warily from the corner of my eye as Char stood from his chair and stalked toward us slowly. He bent down, using Ryle's hand to grasp my hair tightly and pull until my head tipped back, and he could turn those smoldering white eyes to my face. Reading me.
Seeing me.
"Yes, Mireyah. Say the fucking words," he ordered. Even in the pain, I almost shook my head, feeling the pain against my scalp as the hand pulled at my roots. I felt a fog wrap around my head, my thoughts even as the sensations running through me sharpened and heightened.
Tate gave another slow, torturous lick to my center, curling those fingers inside me so perfectly that my voice hissed the one word I thought I'd never offer them.
It was the one word that was ringing in my head over and over. "Yes."
Hollis and Tate resumed their activities with vigor, Tate wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking lightly and Hollis fixating on my breasts while Ryle watched in fascination.
Char held my eyes with his - a promise and a threat. Both of which I instinctually responded to but intellectually didn't understand.
My body betrayed me, shattering between them as light flooded my vision. My soul shattered along with my body, feeling like the end was near.
The end of what, I didn't know.
Of me.
That's what my inner voice was screaming, whispering. The end of everything I knew.
Tate was the first to withdraw, sliding out from between my legs so smoothly that it felt like just maybe the entire thing had been a cruel joke. Playing my body against me, flooding me with the horrific reality of what they could make me do. Make me become.
Then Hollis drew away, but the smile on his face held nothing but pleased relief. There was no remorse, no guilt over whatever it was they'd done with me, and even as I laid there and Ryle slid out from under me, there was the threat of another orgasm pulsing under my skin. As if something convinced my body it wasn't done, something told it to hold on to the energy from the climax because it would need it.
I suspected it was right.
Alone, I fell to the cushions, the massive couch cocooning me in its embrace like a lover might. It was wide, wide enough to be comfortable for the larger-than-life Descendants who I knew found themselves in many compromising acts on it regularly.
Beyond the initial torment and the moments where Char threw Annalee in my face, I realized I'd never seen them indicate that there was anyone other than me they shared their bodies with. It was a startling realization, as the rumors amongst the humans would show that they were known for getting around with humans and Descendants alike.
It was as I lay there thinking that I knew what was happening to me. With the absence of touch, and the guys distracted by their conversations among themselves, there was this nagging sense of something being wrong. My eyes widened, and I turned wide eyes to Hollis and tried to sit up. The moment his red eyes connected with mine, he approached and touched a hand to my cheek affectionately. The fog returned, the lust pooling between my thighs again.
"It's okay, Mireyah," he whispered. "I can't make you feel anything you don't already want."
; "Hollis," I whispered, conflicting emotions blurring in my head. I rubbed my thighs together as the overwhelming craving took control again. In the end, it was Char who stripped his clothes off first, making quick, efficient work of the task. He had no concern for putting on a show for me, only sought to make certain it was done as quickly as possible. I couldn't even be upset, not when I suddenly had this intense need to be filled by one of them.
He settled between my thighs, and his face remained a mask.
"Char," Shep's voice was chastising, and it was one of the first times I ever heard any of them question him. Doubt him. A hand grasped his length, stroking gently between my thighs as he sat on his heels and stared at me, spread out in front of him and completely at his mercy.
"Please," I begged, hating the tone to my voice. I was not weak. I was not needy.
But there was nothing but need inside me at that moment. Nothing but need that choked me inside out.
His head dragged through my pussy, notching against my entrance as those intense eyes judged me for everything that I was.
Everything I would never be, and he wanted me to be, regardless.
With a twist to his lips, he drove forward, spearing me on his length in a hard thrust. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't go balls deep inside me. I was too tight for that, too small compared to his size. He groaned as I squealed at the harsh pinch of pain, feeling him pause within me. I had to wonder if it was even possible for a human to take a Descendant all the way, if the humans ever truly enjoyed sex as they pretended to do. His thumb circled my clit as he withdrew, shoving his way back in like my pussy was something to be conquered.
In the face of the discomfort, a bit of the haze of my lust faded away. Awareness threatened to trickle back in.