Chapter Fifty-Seven

***REMI***

Keiran kneels before me on his throne.

His hand travels up and down my bare leg. “The only mouth that will come near my cock is your mouth.” He fists the fabric of my dress and bunches it around my waist. “The only girl who will sit on my lap like a pretty little fuck toy is you.” I gasp as he hooks a finger in my panties and yanks them aside, baring me to him. “The only little girl I will treat like my personal whore is you.” He sits forward, putting his mouth over my wetness, giving me a taste of my own medicine.

My hips rock forward in anticipation.

“Will that suffice, little Doe?” he says.

I nod eagerly. “Yes.”

The King flicks his tongue over my clit in answering, just barely a skim. It’s a tease more than anything, but I can barely keep it together as it is.

“Say it again,” he orders.

“Yes, that will suffice.”

Keiran slides his fingers up the slit of my pussy, dragging his knuckle over the wetness, and then my clit.

I tremble with the weight of it, with what it isn’t.

“Yes, what?”

My cheeks turn red. I sink back into the diamond chair, but it is just as unforgiving as the four male faces watching me. “Yes…sir?”

Keiran spits on my pussy, and slides two fingers up to meet my clit, then pinches. “Try again.”

“Yes…” I inhale sharply as he travels back down and sticks a finger deep inside me. “Yes, King.”

“Perfect little girl,” he says, and finally gives me what I want and crave and need. His mouth is on me.

He licks and teases and fucks me with his tongue.

My back arches in the chair, squirming to escape.

Keiran’s hands clamp down on my hip bones hard, tethering me in place.

I can feel them all watching me. And the embarrassment of what their King, what Keiran is doing to me, makes my body react in a way I’ve never fucking felt before.
I tilt my head back and moan.

Somehow Keiran shifted the show. Made me attracted.

My hips buck beneath him, and I whine. He holds me tighter, catching the weight of me and making me face the consequences of my actions.

“Come for me, Offering,” he says slowly from beneath my thighs. The vibrations of his deep voice send me soaring. “Come on my tongue.”

Magic floods my system at a rate I’ve never known. Until I’m hot and cold and panting all at once.

I come so loudly, so brightly, that my magic explodes from my chest and fills the room with a bright, white light.

My hand finds its way into Keiran’s tousled dark blonde hair and I guide him over me as my orgasm pounds through me like a storm, destroying everything in its path.
I think I hear more windows shatter.

I am nothing but the pleasure and heat of him.

Nothing but Keiran and his mountain and his rivers and himself.

When I finally come down from the heavens, I’m collapsed in Keiran’s arms, breathing slowly.

He sets me gently back in the chair, and I swear, something like feeling and caring glitters in the Dark God’s eyes.

He slowly rises over the top of me, the lines of his tattoos cut and throbbing.

I take in several slow breaths as I observe his magnificence.

My dark, lovely immortal.

“You wanted us, and now you have us,” he says. “But if you want this, you have to follow my rules. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Say it, Remi.”

I jolt a bit from my spot.

Remi.

Never has the King said it before.

“Yes, Kier–King. I will follow your rules.”

He shifts. “If you’re desperate for cock, you have four to choose from. Four and no more.” He hooks his hands around my thighs and yanks my hips to the edge of the chair. “If I catch you touching anyone else, I will not be happy.”

I nod, my eyes distant.

There is still one more male in this room, one more I have to service.

“Tell me you understand, Offering.”

My eyes dart back to Keiran. Whenever he uses that tone…I become nothing more than a little girl. “Y-yes, sir,” my hands move to cover my chest, and I suddenly turn a bit awkwardly.

I peek over the King’s shoulder. The twins are smoking, nothing more than wraiths in the night. “W-will Kallias fuck me now?” I ask, my voice nothing more than a mouse.

Keiran lifts me up with a wisp of shadow, drops me standing, and collapses onto his throne.

“No,” he says, “they will not.”

My heart drops a little at his words. He’s still hard but appears barely affected by his lack of release. And that kind of sexual control irritates me.
I can barely keep myself from orgasming again right now all over the floor.

Just behind me, Rhodes growls at my thoughts.

I had forgotten, for just a few moments, that they all could hear my thoughts. I had forgotten that I fully belonged to them.

“Get used to it,” Keiran smirks from his throne, and my breath catches. "Cause I can't wait to see what twisted little things you dream of us doing to you."

If he truly is only mine, I’ll have to build him up until he can’t control himself anymore.

Keiran responds with a cocky grin, tilting his head back and raising his arms casually above his head.

What do I do now?

The answer to my unspoken question is leaning against the doorframe in the shadows.

There is one more male to satisfy. One more I’d like to crawl to.

When I move to my hands and knees, Xaden shakes his head.

So I take the quicker option and stalk over to him.

Fear and terror slither down my spine, and the Demon Slayer’s eyes turn to a more profound red.

I am not afraid of him. Not anymore.

Slowly, I reach for the bandages covering the injury on my hand. The cut on my hand I made to heal Kallias just…what was it, hours ago?

Xaden smells the blood and then goes rigid. From the corner of my eye, I catch the glint of Rhodes’s favorite weapon.

“Offering,” one of them warns, but I keep walking forward, removing the bandage.

The blood from my injury springs free the second I get to Xaden.

I reach up with the bleeding hand, determined to have him.

Then faster than I can fathom, faster than I can move, Xaden wraps his hand against my throat.