Chapter Fifty-Four

***REMI***

When I do turn for the twins, Kallias already has his cock in his hands and looks as if he’s been waiting for this his whole life.

His violet eyes, dark and fathomless, seem to hold the secrets of the universe, drawing me in with their mesmerizing depth. When he smiles, the corners of his lips curve with a seductive charm, revealing a hint of mischief that sends shivers down my spine.

And then there’s Rhodes. His tall, muscular frame moves with a feline grace, each step exuding an effortless confidence that makes my heart race. The scent of him—clean and intoxicatingly masculine—lingers in the air around us, wrapping around me like an invisible embrace.

I cross the room to Kallias and sink between his legs. I want to be submissive, good, in a way I’ve never felt before.

Kallias fists himself, stroking long and slow. Pre-cum already glistens at the tip of his cock, and he rubs it off with the pad of his thumb, then presses it into my lips.
My pussy throbs as I lick it off my lips, savoring the taste of him.

Kallias moans at my movement, and his cock throbs in his hands.

“You want it to be me who takes that cute little pussy?” he asks. “My cock be the one, out of all my brothers, that claims you?”

An answering jolt of electricity coats down my spine. And perhaps it’s the adrenaline, or wane of my magic, that sparks my defiance.

“Only if you can handle it,” I say to Kallias, and the Warrior smirks.

Then he groans deep in his chest, grabs a fistful of my hair, and shoves my lips around his dick.

My throat burns with the length of him, and I begin to bob my head slowly around his cock.

Kallias barely fucking stands this, positioning himself better in my mouth, and shoving himself down my throat.

I choke at the sheer size of him. I barely have time to adjust before he slams into me again, then again.

When I finally gag, Kallias moans, then guides me off him, leans back in his chair, and smiles triumphantly.

He is satisfied, gentle, and I am happy with this too.

But the Midnight King is not.

“Don’t go easy on her, Kal,” Keiran commands from his chair. “She asked for it, show her how it goes.”

Kallias brings his hand to my chin, staring at me with violet, sweet eyes. “And who am I to deny what our King wants?” he asks me, then pulls my shoulders forward with a wisp of magic.

He slaps me once across the face with his cock. Then I stick out my tongue and he slaps it against the wetness of my tongue, too.

“Stop being a fucking tease, Offering. Go on.” He smiles at me, a grin that could end wars across his lips.

Fine.

I'll be a whore.

I reposition so I’m no longer kneeling before him, but half raised on my knees. Kallias smirks at the effort, at the desire, and my submission tingling in the air between us.

Without waiting, I wrap my lips across him, then begin bobbing up and down on him. Never before have I…moved on him, he’s always fucked my mouth, and the submission of putting in the work to make a male cum makes my clit swell even more with need and want.

“That’s a good girl,” Kallais buries his hands in my hair and yanks hard. “Look at me.”

I raise my eyes the best that I can so I can meet his gaze. Dark, twisted satisfaction fills his face, and the approval and his eyes makes my nerves soar.

I want him to fuck me, now. Or his brother. Or Keiran…or Xaden.

“Just like that, Offering.”

He rocks his hips, taking over control.

I let him, fully.

“Fuck yes.”

I can barely catch my breath as I surrender to him. Tears spring in my eyes and he hits the back of my throat. All the while I try my best to breathe, to accommodate him.
To make him cum.

“Fuck, Remi.”

I can feel the texture of Keiran’s gaze on me, drinking in my subservience like water. There’s something about this being a show that awakens something within me that’s darker. Yielding.

Kallias pumps faster, fucking my mouth like it’s punishment.

And when he finally spills inside me, cum blooming on my tongue, I take a deep breath and try not to break until he’s fully emptied himself.

His cum is warm and hot on my tongue. I’m sitting and shaking and horny and not sure what to do with myself.

Kallais angels my body as he pulls out of my mouth. “Did you swallow? Let me see your tongue.”

See my tongue?!

Am I supposed to??

My face must have revealed my question, or perhaps, every one of the males is reading my thoughts, because suddenly, four large, dominant men all say some version of it. “Be a good girl and swallow it now.”

I look around, wide-eyed and innocent at all of them, but finally bend to Keiran.

If the King says to swallow Kallias’s cum, I swallow.

I think I hear Xaden moan when I stick out my clean, flat tongue.

“That’s my Remi,” Kallias praises, then leans over from the couch and bends down to kiss me. Euphoria blooms in my stomach as his lips press against mine.
Whatever this is…serving him, pleasing him, it’s benefiting myself. More than I think I know.

The responding groans of two of the men confirm that they all, indeed, are reading my thoughts. Maybe for fun, but maybe as some sort of cautionary that I’m consenting, that I want this.

“If you wanted to check if I’m enjoying this,” I say to no one in particular, “you could always feel between my legs.”

Kallias looks like I’ve just handed him diamond stones.

“I think I will,” he says, then stands. "Are you sure me to take your virginity? We can wait--"

"I want this," I say too quickly. "I'm completely sure."

Kallias smirks. "As you wish, Offering."

“Rhodes,” he straightens, “get me some rope.”