Chapter Eighteen

Lysander closed the gap between us in two fluid strides, gripping onto my waist and pulling me flush against his gorgeous body. It was a good thing I was so repulsed by his personality. If this turned me on, my loves would never let me forget it.
I could already hear their hearts practically beating from their chests as they watched him hold me.
"I'll warn you, darling. My saliva has it's own aphrodisiac." He whispered, his eyes focused hungrily on my lips. *Wait, what?*
My eyes widened in panic, but it was too late. He gripped onto my jaw, striking before I even had the chance to think. As soon as his lips pressed into mine, he pried open my mouth. I reluctantly complied, knowing it had to be open for the power exchange, but not expecting his tongue to join the party.
*Holy shit, he wasn't kidding*.
The second I tasted the mix of caramel and honey on his tongue, a deep moan escaped my body, making me melt into his arms. At the same time, a bright light, similar to that which strikes during a seal being granted, poured from his mouth into mine in one glorious display.
I felt like I was literally suspended in air, my body hot as come pooled between my thighs and my core was filled with a thrill unlike I had ever experienced. I don't know why I thought kissing a god would be simple, but it was far from that. It was extraordinary.
He cradled my face with both of his uncallosed hands, running the tips of his fingers into my hairline as he worked his lips masterfully over mine. As he deepened it, I began to feel it. The swell of power within me, the uncontrolled energy that seemingly modified my very DNA and altered a part of my spirit.
It was incredible! I had never felt stronger and more confident in my life, so much so that I wondered if the power he had given me was his own arrogance.
But then, at a certain point, it started to burn. Like, I felt like I was walking barefoot through flames, burn. The aphrodisiac was helping, but only by turning the sensation slightly pleasurable. I didn't know if I should scream or moan, and I tried to open my eyes to communicate the pain.
"Just a little more, Queen." I heard Lysander's voice ring in my head, bringing comfort and peace to my soul, causing me to embrace the burn and use it to empower me rather than break me.
Within seconds, it was done, and Lord Lysander broke the kiss with a smile on his face, staring deeply into my drunken eyes with adoration and pride with his hands still weaved in my hair.
"You did a wonderful job, my Queen."
I flushed, not because of what he said, but because whatever the hell his kiss left me with was about ten times stronger than even Rory's venom. It took all my self control not to rip off every ounce of my clothing at that very second.
His eyes flashed red briefly, but he shut them, clearing his throat and stepping back.
"Right. Sorry about that. I'll let you be with your, um, Kings." He nodded in the direction of the couch, where I saw both men with straps of light seemingly restraining and gagging them, their faces contorted in rage.
With a snap of Lysander's fingers, the light was lifted, and they both lunged at him, only to have him disappear by the time they reached him.
"That son of a bitch!" Rory shouted.
"Perverted fucker! If I ever see him again..." I would have laughed at the irony of them finally seeing the menacing quality of the vampire god, but I was far too gone for that.
I fell to my knees, dragging my shirt over my head drunkenly, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I fought to catch my breath. Bastion sniffed the air, his black eyes landing on me in an instant with Rory's glowing gaze to follow.
"Fuck, the venom." Bas growled, cradling me in his arms as he carried me to sit on the couch.
"Aria, are you alright?" Rory asked, standing back for a second while I rolled my leggings down my thighs, kicking them off, and reaching for my men. I managed to catch both of them by the collars, pulling them towards me as I growled, "Fuck me right now."
Their terrified gazes turned determined, and they immediately began to undress. Rory was already using haste, so I switched my attention to focus on helping Bastion with his pants while he pulled his shirt over his head.
Rory tossed the extra cushions behind the couch while bastion tossed me onto it, glancing at Rory to see if he wanted to go first. I honestly didn't care who went first, I just needed to be fucked ASAP before I literally went insane or burst into flames.
Rory answered by moving to my top, turning my head so he could latch onto my mouth. Meanwhile, Bastion moved to between my legs. When I expected to feel him thrust into me, I felt the warmth of his breath instead. He was going to-
"Get that fuckers taste off her mouth." He commanded Rory, the vibrations of his words tickling and tempting me.
I broke free for just a second to beg, "Please, Bastion!"
Rory moved his hands to gently caress my nipples, whispering into my ear before running scorching kisses down my neck. "Shh, love. Don't worry, we'll take care of you."
And at that moment, I believed him. That's what my Kings were so good at, taking amazing care of me.
I took a deep breath, only to expel it with great force when I felt Bastion's entire mouth cover my pussy.
His tongue slipped out, teasing my opening and sucking up all of my juices that the venom had already produced.
"Oh, shit..." I drawled out, my back arching from the couch.
Rory held me down, moving his own lips to my perked peaks and doing a dance with his own tongue. It felt heavenly, and the knot in my stomach wound with extreme urgency.
Bastion was messy and rough, nothing like Rory who was calculated and precise when eating me, but it felt just as amazing. His animalistic growls only added to the excitement and I bucked my hips further into him.
"Oh my- you guys are so fucking good." My voice was so laced with lust that I almost didn't recognize it, and my men were feeding off of it. Bas groaned against my clit while Rory stopped his ministrations long enough to reply.
"Yes, love, keep talking. It's so fucking sexy."
This boosted my confidence, feeling on par with my loves who were practically oozing sex appeal with their ragged breathing and bedroom eyes.
My hands reached up, one pulling Rory in by the back of the neck to kiss him while the other grabbed hold of his cock and began to pump it.
He hissed into my mouth, his tongue then diving forth to replace every bit of Lysander's taste with his own.
In a few short seconds, the pressure became too much, and I had to let go. My legs trembled and I had to pull my hand away from Rory's appendage so I didn't hurt him while I came. It had been so long, and it hit me like a train.
"Fuck, yes, Bas. Hah, a little mo- Shit!" My spread legs tensed, threatening to close as Bastion drank up my come with abandon, lapping every single drop that escaped me like a thirsty dog.
Before I even came down from my high, Bastion had aligned his cock with my drenched pussy. He had one arm holding him steady with the back of the couch, and the other on the base of my hip.
"I've missed you so much." He groaned, sliding into me slowly to allow me to adjust to his size. The familiar feeling of being stretched was incredible, and I wished I could throw him down and ride him until he physically couldn't get back up, but I knew we needed to go slow. It was special for us to make love after what happened, and I was immensely grateful that we could all share in it together.
"Bastion, please, fuck me." I begged, sounding as pathetic as I felt, but he obliged, his hips picking up strength and pace until I felt like I was completely falling apart and he had to move both of his hands to stabalize me.
Rory moved his mouth back to my nipples, suckling gently and drinking the traces of milk that came up, but I didn't care. The fire that came from his every touch was all-consuming and I wanted it to engulf me. His hand crawled down south, reaching my clit and rubbing it slowly in a circular pattern as Bastion pounded into me mercilessly.
It was the perfect combination of seductive and aggressive, my two loves working in perfect harmony to bring me to my next orgasm, and it worked.
My walls tightened around Bastion's cock, pulling it in and milking it into submission as I cried his name.
"Fucking- baby, I'm..." His shudders finished his thought, as he clenched his teeth and drove into my womb with force, filling me with his delectable seed.
I was beyond grateful for Rory's blood, because I couldn't imagine having to wait six weeks to have sex after giving birth to the twins. I needed them so badly.
Bastion didn't have time to collapse on me and cuddle, because he knew Rory was just as eager to make love to me. He stepped off the couch, offering the spot between my legs for Rory, but Rory had other ideas. "Bastion, lay down. I want her to drink while I fuck her ass."
His eyes widened for a millisecond, but he complied, laying across the bearskin rug as I crawled over him. I hadn't drank from him in weeks and I desperately missed the taste of him. Part of me hoped that this wouldn't remind him of the bitch, but I quickly decided that I wouldn't let her sick actions ruin how I showed love to my mate.
I bared my fangs, watching his eyes closely to make sure he was okay with it, but all he showed was eagerness and admiration. I took that as a positive, and buried my fangs into his artery.
The feeling of euphoria after taking his blood was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but moan along with him as I drank. Thanks to my venom, he was already eager for more by the time my ass was coated in lubrication.
He pushed my hips down over his shaft, effectively sheathing inside of me once again as I drank.
Rory followed soon after, the tip of his cock pushing through my asshole with a stinging pressure. I flinched, but Rory rubbed circles over my cheeks.
"Relax your body, love. It won't hurt if you relax." I removed my fangs, licking Bastion's neck before I accidentally drained him, and moved my lips to kiss him. He responded eagerly, not even deterred by the taste of his own blood on my tongue.
Rory was right, and as soon as my muscles eased, he was able to slide into me the remainder of the way. A deep growl flowed through me, and I just knew that my eyes were red by the heat I felt through them.
"Yes, love. So good. Let us fuck you at the same time." His hand came down with a sting on my left ass cheek, but all I felt was bliss as Rory began to rock his hips back and forth, creating a punishing rhythm that kept me full of my two loves and crying out for more.
"I fucking love you two so much. Please, make me come." I met Bastion's eyes with mine, and his widened with astonishment.
"Aria, fuck. Your eyes are glowing."
I smirked. Hell yea, they were. I was horny as can be. But why point it out?
"Love, I'm close. I want you to come with me." Rory begged, and I responded with an emphatic nod.
I was beyond ready to come. I never lasted long when they fucked me that way, and they knew it. I buried my nose in Bastion's shoulder, breathing in his Hugo cologne and letting the arousing scent tip me over the edge once again.
"Yes, oh gods, yes. Fuck me just-"
Bastion growled, and I could feel his heart beating against my breasts as he wrapped his arms tight around my back, pulling me in flush while Rory's pace tripled. It felt unlike any orgasm I had ever had, and the pure raw power of it had me whimpering into Bas' hair.
The two men followed close behind, Bas once again filling my pussy while Rory coated my ass with his hot semen. It was a nearly out of body experience for me, my mind feeling detached from the immense emotional and physical pleasure I was enduring, and I could feel myself fighting the urge to literally float.
"Holy shit, Aria!" Rory's voice made my eyes snap open, and I felt him unsheathe himself and scramble back against the couch.
Bastion pushed my shoulders back, making me sit on his still inserted cock as he looked at me with intrigue.
"What?" I asked, sated and tired. That's when I felt my hair fall to my shoulders and back with a thump, as if it were previously suspended. Wait.
"You're hair was floating. And glowing." Rory rushed, his whispering displaying his panic.
"Yea, and so were your eyes. Like, not red. But green and glowing."
My arms settled on Bastion's broad shoulders, trying to catch my breath.
"Lysander's power?" I questioned, not expecting the asshole to show up when I asked.
But he did, right beside me.
I squeaked, wrapping my arms fully around my mate to cover my breasts.
"Yes, dear. The power is telekinesis, but you can also use it to levitate yourself. I half expected you to lift the lot of you, but you kept a good handle on it. I'm impressed."
I growled in his direction. "Go away, and stop watching us!"
He shrugged, his smirk darkening. "So prude. It's nothing I haven't seen before. I just thought I would answer you directly so you didn't have to try to figure it out yourselves."
I rolled my eyes, ignoring my men who were looking around, trying to spot him for themselves, likely so they could kill him.
"So are you going to teach me how to control it?" I asked, but he glanced at his watch.
"Mm, it's been fun, dear, but I must go. See you soon!"
Then, he vanished. *Maybe. Fuck, he could still be there*.
"He's gone." I assured them, and they grumbled.
"What did the bastard say, babe?" Bastion asked with a clenched jaw. I kissed it to soften it, thankful that it worked.
"I guess his gift was telekinesis." I mumbled, hearing them both gasp.
"As in, you can move things with your mind?" I nodded, climbing off of his lap and crossing to retrieve my robe.
"Bath?" I offered, needing some hot water to distract me from the major news dump I was just hit with.