Chapter Fifty-Five

***REMI ***

There’s a tingling sensation in my body that I’ve never felt before. I’ve been a deeply insecure and weak person my whole life, but something about Kallias makes me strong. Something about all four of them.

Of course, I want it to be Kallias.

He was the first one that I met here that was nice to me. And even though he claimed it was just to ease my mind, to get something from me, I fell for him.
Hard.

The thud of Rhode’s boots against stone matches my beating heart. They are all so large, and so powerful, and I am just at the mercy of their desire.
I wouldn’t want to be anybody else.

Rhodes comes back with a dark red rope. It takes him less than two seconds to tie my hands behind my back.

Half of me wishes he’d tie it around my throat and use it to choke me more.

“Do it,” Keiran suddenly says.

Even with my arms bound, I whip around and face him.

“That was a private thought,” I growl.

The King grants me a languid smile. “Do I look like a give a fuck?” He stands for a moment, towering over me, and I flinch. “Let me make this really clear, little whore,” his hand comes to my neck, and his shadows force me to turn my head, “Nothing you feel or desire here is private, understand me?”

My body leans towards the twins, willing for them to protect me, but there is only the emptiness of the Midnight King.

“Answer him, Offering,” Rhodes orders.

My eyes dart back to Keiran. “I-I understand,” I manage, and his finger presses into my chin harder.

“You understand, sir,” Xaden corrects from his chair.

I gasp when he speaks, at how deep the tone of his voice is. The terror I suddenly feel, it’s not just from Keiran, but his second in command as well.

“I understand, sir,” I answer Keiran.

“You understand what?”

My heartbeat picks up tempo as Xaden’s red eyes corner in on me. He’s absolutely overwhelmed with it, and I wonder if this is his way of getting off.
But there are the steadying and sure arms of the twins just behind me. Their presence calms me.

“I understand,” I begin, swallowing hard and raising my voice. “That when I’m with you, when I’m serving you, none of my thoughts or desires will be private.”
Keiran’s blue eyes flash with lightning. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle.

“There you go,” he praises, turning back and plopping back into his chair–the throne, this time. “There are those gorgeous words I’ve been looking for.”
Keiran likes words. Noted.

“Go on,” he instructs the twins, and the heat in my stomach returns to its full warmth. “Put it around her throat.”

Oh, fuck.

Despite being normally calm, Rhodes jolts at the command. I nod to him to confirm my interest and the heavy weight of textured fibers falls around my shoulder.
Kallias lets a breath out between his teeth at the movement. I’m pleasing them. I’m being a good girl. And that rips me right out of Xaden’s psycho power play and throws me right back into the moment.

Licking my lips, I still taste Kallias’s cum in my mouth. But I know that this is just the beginning. I still have three to go.

Rhodes has sharper edges than his brother, and when he yanks the rope, choking me slightly, and forcing me up, I moan. He’s a darkness I can get lost in, his violet eyes full of more violence, more forced power.

His hands skim over my arched body. I’m still wearing my dress, but when he runs his hands over my nipples, I hardly regard the fabric.

“You enjoy this,” Rhodes notes. Rhodes is an observer, a hunter, he notices more than most.

Maybe he notices more about me than I do, too.

I am wearing a leash around my throat for him to control.

“You enjoy being used, don’t you little Offering whore?”

Do I? No one has ever cared how I feel before. What I enjoy, or want.

“That’s a complicated question,” I say.

“Try your best.”

I take a deep breath. “Yes, Rhodes, I enjoy being told what to do.”

I close my eyes as his hands skim my breasts, teasing the tip of my nipple. I hiss out as my pussy throbs with want and desire. “Why?”

“Because I enjoy turning my brain off.”

“And?”

He shifts his hand to my other breast. I moan. Then without mercy, pinches my nipple, hard.

My underwear at this point is soaked.

“Because I’ve always lived for others, but not the right others.”

My admission of the truth catches me off guard. Rhodes is cunning, and conniving. He’s good at taking exactly what he wants from his captives.

Rhodes undoes the belt buckle of his pants. Then leather and metal thump loudly to the floor.

“We’re the right others,” is all he says, but I am hardly listening. His cock is throbbing against the fabric of his underwear, and my hands strain against the rope.
It’s torture, not being able to touch him.

Torture the twin seems to enjoy.

I’ve only ever had Rhodes once in my mouth, the same as his brother. But the size of him tonight, he’s bigger than I remember him. Bigger than Kallias, and maybe even Keiran himself.

I don’t know how I’m going to fit him in my mouth.

Kallias comes around behind me and positions his hand around my throat. He angles my head towards his brother, then kisses my forehead like we’re some sort of fucked caravan traveling town to town to perform for royalty.

Maybe we are some fucked up circus. A freak show for King Keiran.

And maybe none of us have enough morals to care.

My heart hammers in my eardrums. My stomach is in knots.

I can do this. I can take Rhodes and his large size in my mouth.

I must.

He rubs the head of his dick near my lips, and I dart out my tongue to meet his skin, causing the Hunter to groan deep in his chest. Usually so calm and restrained, the pure warrior instinct of it sends a thrill down between my legs.

He wants to take his time in fucking me, but I can already tell he’s loose on his threads.

Dragging his thumb over my bottom lip, he presses into my mouth, and I begin to suck.

“We’re fooling ourselves,” he says, his eyes hooded, his voice a low groan. “We’re not the right men for you. Not even fucking close.”

And then Rhodes drives his dick into my mouth.