Chapter Fifty-Three

***REMI***

Strong, calloused hands, coated in tattoos, wrap around my waist and yank me away.

The guard snaps out of his daze, blinks up at us, then goes pale.

“My apologies, King Keiran, I just haven’t drunk in so long!”

Keiran doesn’t pay him any attention and instead rights me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I straighten my back. He’s so much taller than me I have to look up to the roof of the watchtower. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“My men are not allowed to touch you,” he says and points vaguely at the guards. “Let alone feed on you.”

I cross my arms over my chest. It’s taken me eighteen long years to find my voice, and Keiran is not going to take it from me. “They aren’t allowed to touch me, yes,” I laugh darkly, “but I am allowed to touch them. And given how you’re finding and indulging in…other company, I will touch and fuck whomever I want, whenever I want, as well.”

From a few feet behind us, Kallias and Rhodes snort their laughter.

The flame in Keiran’s ice-blue eyes could freeze over the whole world. “Let’s discuss this inside.”

I stand my ground. “No.”

“No?”

The only sound is the howl of the wind, far and distant on the mountain peaks.

“No?” Keiran repeats, and I have the shame and humiliation of being a naughty child that the King is scolding.

The guard I jumped on top of takes a step back. Everyone else hasn’t moved an inch.

Keiran definitely regards me like a naughty child, and then he’s suddenly there, grabbing me, and hosting me over his shoulder like he did so many moons ago.
I must do little to vouch for my maturity because I pummel my fists into his back. “I’m not your property!”

Of course, Keiran doesn’t relent. He’s as unyielding and solid as a mountain. He carries me back into the castle, barely acknowledging my punches against his back.
When we pass the twins at the door frame, I push up. “Help me?”

“Sorry, Offering,” Kallias says with a devilish grin. “You got yourself into this one.”

I stop fighting Keiran. Simply, I hang over his shoulder, my thighs tingling with what is to come. When he comes into the throne room, nearly all of the courtesies are gone, smart enough to know the rage of their king. But the women still hang around his throne.

He snaps at them as if they are chickens. “Get the fuck out of here, now.”

The girls scurry away, heels clomping down the main staircase. One of them shoots me a death glare, Whitney I think, then trips and falls flat on her face.

Keiran drops me onto his black diamond throne and points at me, silver rings glinting beneath the moonlit glow of the room. “Wipe that smile off your face, I’m in no fucking mood.”

“Funny, after defeating your greatest enemy, saving your Hunter’s life, and finding your Pearl, I wasn’t in the mood to come downstairs and find some Third Isle whore sitting on your lap.”

From his same place at the door frame, Xaden whistles.

Keiran loudly drags a carved armchair forward, placing it right before me. He plops down, spreads his long legs wide, and lights a cigarette in his mouth with a snap of his fingers.

He takes a long, deep pull.

Smoke curls before his lips in rings.

After he’s exhaled, he props an elbow on the arm of the chair, flicking the cigarette with his thumb and forefinger. He looks at me, blue eyes glittering in the light.
I’m turned on a terrified all at once.

I wanted to play this game, engage with the darkest creature in the realm in a dance of power, and now I sit on his throne.

“I am a simple and straightforward man,” he says. “I’m not one for little girls who like to play chase and games. If you have something to say to me, say it to my face.”
I breathe out through my nose.

Do I have something to say to him? Not really. It’s more of a feeling, a childish, needy want. All I know is that when that other girl was all over him, I couldn’t fucking stand it.

And between me and Keiran…there’s always been space. The weight of the crown, how he constantly passes me off to the twins to be taken care of.

This might be the first time I’ve directly had the chance to address him since coming here.

So might as well say how I feel.

“I want…” fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be. “I want to be yours.”

He opens his mouth to cut me off.

“More than I have before,” I say. This shuts Keiran up and makes even Xaden perk.

The weight of the four male’s gazes is enough to make me shrink into the throne. But I hold my head high, no one ever gets what they don’t ask for.

“I want to spend more time with you,” I say to Keiran, and I watch his shoulders slacken. “You always pass me off to the twins, and while I love it, I want to be with you…more often.”

Keiran looks like he’s won some sort of contest, but is trying not to gloat. “And why is that, little girl?”

I hesitate for a moment. Why exactly do I want this?

I don’t really know.

“I want time and space to figure it out,” I say.

Keiran leans back. “You want to explore things.”

My gaze darkens. “I want to explore…everything,” I say, I know enough about these men at this point to know I command power. Emotionally and literally.
“But,” I continue, drawing lazy circles around the diamond armchair of Keiran’s throne. “If I am exploring with you, I don’t want you to explore any others.”
Keiran narrows his eyes.

“If I’m not allowed to touch anyone else, then neither are you.”

And if Keiran doesn’t touch any others, none of the boys will follow.

Keiran runs his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip. His eyes never leave my face and the intensity of his dominance has me rubbing my legs together to try and sedate the buzzing in my clit.

Go to the King first, then the others will follow.

That’s the power he holds over me.

“We are four very hungry, very dangerous men,” Keiran finally says. “Do you really think you’re capable of keeping up with our appetites? As a virgin?”

The word leaves my mouth before I can even think. With Keiran it’s always been dangerous, always been impulsive. “Yes.”

His gaze turns dark, as if he knew all along that I’d bend. Maybe from day one, in my mother’s throne room, when I knelt before him and let him violate my mouth, he knew where this would end.

“And who do you want to take it?” he asks softly, eyes on me yet playing with his lips.

My virginity, he means.

I don’t hesitate at this one, either.

I’m no longer the little girl he stole in the night.

“Kallias,” I say, and Keiran breathes out. Not in jealousy, nor in anger, but in pure, wicked bliss.

He shifts in his chair, then leans forward and cocks his head. His proximity sets my veins on fire. I want him to touch me.

“If you say yes to this,” I nearly melt as Keiran’s hands come to rest on my bare knees. “This will be the first, and last decision you get to make. Once you say yes, you’re fully mine, and you will obey my commands without any hesitation, or the whole thing’s off.”

I open my mouth, then close it. I’m not wearing any panties, and with Keiran positioned like that, I’m not sure if he can notice.

I nod, slowly, and Keiran pulls away, triumphant.

“Prove it to me,” he says.

“How?” I ask.

“You want all four of us, then get on your knees and put that naughty little mouth to work. Show me you can be our submissive little Offering whore.”

The buzzing in my stomach intensifies and my clit swells to a desperate bud.

Can’t back down now, Remi, I tell myself. If the King wants a performance, he’ll have to get one.

I move to sink to the floor in front of him, but he shakes his head. “Twins first. I want to watch you choke on them.”

His words are meant to scare me off, to test me and frighten me, but if that’s who he thinks I am, a scared, flustered little girl, then Keiran doesn’t know me very well.
Because my stomach is full of butterflies, and the magic pumping in my blood is making my royal pussy throb.

The hard edge of Keiran’s mouth tells me that if he orders the twins to fuck my mouth until I cry, they will.

I suspect if they do it, I might like it.

Two dark and wicked presences make themselves known. I don't have to turn around to know that the heat is two hard cocks.