Chapter Seventy-Three

***REMI***

The shadows dance across my skin like whispering silk, cool and teasing, as they tighten their hold around me. I hang suspended, wrapped in Rhodes’s power, feeling every inch of me exposed and at their mercy. My legs quiver, still trembling from the orgasm they so effortlessly drew from me moments ago, yet the shadows keep me upright, a puppet on their strings.

Kallias steps back, his violet eyes dark with satisfaction as he surveys me, bound and helpless. “Look at her, Kal,” he murmurs, the words a low rumble that sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. “Our Offering, so beautifully tied up for us.”

Rhodes’s shadows flicker and pulse, tightening just a fraction more, and I gasp at the sensation, my body arching instinctively toward them. His scarred hand traces the outline of my jaw, a feather-light touch that contrasts with the firm grip of his shadows. “She’s always so responsive,” he says quietly, almost to himself, but I catch the undercurrent of hunger in his voice.

“I think we’ve barely scratched the surface,” Kallias replies, his gaze never leaving mine. “What do you think, Remi darling? Ready for more?”

I try to speak, but the words catch in my throat, swallowed by the intensity of their combined presence. The air around us crackles with tension, the kind that makes my heart race and my body ache with a need only they can satisfy. I swallow hard, finding my voice. “You think I’m going to survive more?”

Kallias chuckles, a dark, sensual sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Oh, we know you will, Remi. And you’ll love every second of it.” His magic flares slightly as he steps closer, his hand brushing the hair from my face, fingers trailing down my neck to the collarbone. “Brother, let’s see just how much she can take.”

The shadows respond immediately, sliding down my body, slipping beneath the thin fabric of my dress to tease at my nipples, to circle my waist, to press between my thighs. The sensation is maddening, a mixture of pleasure and torment as the cool tendrils of darkness explore every inch of me. I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips as one particularly bold shadow wraps around my clit, teasing and flicking until I’m panting, desperate for release.

“Shhh, Remi,” Rhodes murmurs, his voice like velvet as he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “We’re just getting started.”

The vines—no, shadows—slither higher, more insistent, pressing against my entrance, slipping inside, filling me with a cool, silken pressure that has me moaning despite myself. Kallias’s hands are on me now, sliding up my thighs, parting them further as he watches, eyes gleaming with wicked intent.

“Good girl,” he purrs, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin just above where Rhodes’s shadows are working me open, stroking me from the inside out. “So wet for us already.”

I try to steady my breathing, to maintain some semblance of control, but it’s impossible. Every nerve in my body is on fire, every inch of me tuned to their touch. The shadows pulse, thicker now, twisting inside me with a rhythm that makes my toes curl. And just when I think I can’t take any more, Rhodes’s voice, low and commanding, reaches me.

“Come for us, Remi.”

It’s not a request. It’s a demand. And gods help me, I want to obey. I’m teetering on the edge, body trembling with the need to let go, to give in to the pleasure they’re wringing from me. Kallias’s hand slides up to my throat, not squeezing, just resting there, his thumb brushing over the pulse that’s racing beneath my skin.

“Do it, Remi,” he whispers, his voice pure seduction. “Show us how much you need us.”

“I—can’t,” I cry out, slackening against the rope. “I can’t cum anymore.”

Rhodes, ever dominant, grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “You can and you will, now Remi.”

The words, combined with the relentless onslaught of Rhodes’s shadows, are my undoing. I shatter around them, the orgasm tearing through me like a wave, drowning me in pleasure so intense I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel. The world narrows to the points of contact where they’re touching me, shadows and hands and lips, all working in perfect, wicked harmony to draw out every last bit of my ecstasy.

When the aftershocks finally subside, I’m left trembling, boneless, barely able to stand. The shadows release me just enough to keep me from collapsing completely, but I can feel the intent behind their hold. They’re not done with me yet.

Rhodes steps back, his expression inscrutable, but his eyes—those dark, endless eyes—are filled with heat. “She’s perfect like this,” he says softly, more to Kallias than to me, though the words send another shiver through me.

Kallias nods, his grip on my throat tightening just a fraction before he releases me, his hands trailing down my body in a way that leaves no doubt as to what’s coming next. “Our baby girl always is,” he says, voice rough with desire. He steps back and exchanges a look with Rhodes. “Let’s see how much more she can take.”

The shadows tighten their hold on me again, lifting me slightly off the ground as Kallias’s shadows flare wide, a predatory grin spreading across his face. My heart pounds in my chest, anticipation and desire swirling in a heady mix that leaves me breathless. I know what’s coming, and gods help me, I want it. I want all of it.
Because in this moment, in their hands, I’m not just Remi, Princess of the Solaris Kingdom. I’m theirs, body and soul, to do with as they please. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.