Chapter Eighty-One

We’re not alone here anymore. This I’ve known for a while. But Remi, based on how she reacts, did not. 

My chosen brothers. 

The Little Doe goes completely still in my arms. Stops breathing, too. When she sees the shadowed figures just off in the distance. 

“Try again,” I say simply. 

Remi is still as ice in my hold, processing the fact that Kieran, Rhodes, and Kallias are all in the shadows, watching us. The twins are perched on a tree about fifty yards east, causal as bats, and Kieran is a little further off, arms crossed, and casually leaning against a pine tree. 

Maybe this adds to the humiliation. Maybe it doesn’t. But this is how it had to be. Out in the open. 

I nudge Remi slightly. And she makes a choice. Same as all of us. She leans into my neck, rocking her hips backwards and sliding up just a bit onto my buried cock. 

I swear, even from across the field, I see Kieran’s eyes narrow. But Remi has chosen. And the three men watching love her enough to respect that. 

“I’m sorry, Master Xaden,” she breathes. 

I release the grip around her throat ever so slightly. She’s turned on by them watching. Just as she always has been. 

“There you go.”

Without saying anything, I press Remi’s face into the icy ground. She moans in pleasure at the cold to her cheek, likely cooling her off. Her ass sticks up in the new position, and I begin rocking into it slowly. Then I grab a fistful of her hair in my hand, crane her neck up, and force her to look onto the field, straight towards Kieran. 

It only adds to her desperation. The humiliation, the sick, twisted need she has inside of her. 

If tonight confirmed anything, it’s that Remi is just as fucked up as the rest of us. 

And that is a wonderful, freeing thought. 

“P-please let me cum,” she manages. And it takes me a second to realize she’s not asking me, nor the twins, but the king. 

Even fifty yards away, we can all feel Kieran’s presence. 

And despite Remi’s begs and sobs, the cruel king says nothing. 

My grip on Remi’s hair tightens. My brothers, it seem, are playing into her punishment, and the poor little girl has no idea what to do with herself. 

Her desperation and neediness is only growing, and I can’t deny the darkest parts of me want to take full advantage. 

“You heard him,” I mock her, pulling out and denying her need for orgasm. “Get on your knees.” 

Remi is a mess when I pull out, her heart thumping wildly, and wetness dripping down both her legs. 

I didn’t say I wouldn’t break the girl. Only fuck her. 

“Open your mouth.” 

“Cum inside me,” she begs, “please Xaden.” 

I lean over her and place my hand on her chin. “Such a pretty, ruined girl,” I smile at her, “I said open your mouth.” 

The young girl pouts and shakes her head. She has no idea what to do with herself right now. It’s lovely. 

“Fine,” I growl, then with one hand, keep her on her knees, and the other fist myself. 

“Wait–” 

Before she can process the humiliation of what I’m doing, my cum shoots right onto her hair. Onto the top of her head. 

Loads pile on her, and from a distant tree, the twins let out a few dark laughs. Remi can barely process what I did to her, and just stares up at me with her pretty little mouth half open. 

“Serves her right from running off on us,” Kallias jokes, arriving in the clearing with his twin brother. 

Remi is crying silently, and guilt slams into me. We’re all just twisted bullies. Maybe we don’t know how to love her. 

“A-are you okay, love?” Rhodes asks, walking up to her quietly with a teasing smile. 

Remi raises her head, my cum has completely ruined her beautiful hair, and when she runs her fingers through it, she gets it all over her hands. 

“I-I don’t know…yes?” 

Kieran is here now. My brother of all black shadow, only piercing through the darkness he’s created with those lagoon blue eyes. 

He’s calm and collected, dusting a stray snowflake off his black jacket as if it couldn’t be anymore insolent for daring to touch him. Remi’s shoulders visibly relax, but the twins and I know our King well enough to know he’s only attempting nonchalance. 

He’s livid. 

Lagoon blue eyes pin onto Remi. “You look ugly with ruined hair.” 

For Kieran, once sentence is something punishment enough. 

Remi bursts into tears at the comment, likely releasing a held back hysteria from her second climax build-up. 

Whatever.

I never said I wasn’t a monster. Only that I was in love with her.

The twins, upon Kieran’s silent command, gather the mess of the Offering in her hands into their collective arms. 

Kieran and I listen to her choked sobs as they walk her back towards the castle. 

The second they enter the portal the King conjured for them, Kieran walks across the frozen clearing and punches me square across the jaw. 

“Fuck.” 

Even as a near immortal, it still hurts when another one (debatable lesser) hits you hard across the mouth. 

But Kieran is fucked, too. 

When his hand made impact with my mouth, he accidentally sunk his hand into my left fang. 

And whatever dark, cunning monster that runs in the High King’s blood, is deathly allergic to vampire venom. 

“FUCK!” 

This time it’s Kieran who uses profanity. He twists on his heel, and grabs his hands to his chest in pure pain. 

He’ll die if we do nothing. We both know this. But I care a heck of a lot less ever since up until two minutes ago. 

Kieran’s shoulders raise, then drop in a defeated sigh. He’s beyond angry with me for fucking Remi, anyone could tell, but he has no choice. He extends his bloodied hand behind him, in my direction, without looking back at me. 

“You have to suck it out,” he says. 

Oh, hell no. 

“Call one of the twins,” I say back, already headed towards the deeper forests. Remi’s blood was fantastic, but after fucking her I need something else to drink on. A snow leopard or two will do.

“They’re busy taking care of her after you defiled her.” 

I stop fast in my tracks. I don’t turn to face Kieran, either. 

“What do you mean, defiled her?”

“All I mean this Xaden, you took it too far. Even you know that.” 

Oh, fuck him. 

I turn on my heel. Kieran is already facing me, however he’s no longer standing. Sitting against the base of a tree, and hand outstretched, I can see the pain he’s in. How my venom is poisoning him. 

Kieran may be a dick, but he’s still my best friend. 

I walk across the field and lower myself down to Kieran. Weakly, he extends his hand, and in anger, I lift his bloodied knuckles to my lips and begin to suck the venom out. 

“Remi made her instructions clear,” I begin between sips. “The first one of us who told her they loved her, could fuck her.” 

“And that’s exactly what you did Xaden,” Kieran begins, his head to the sky as I drain him. “You fucked her. Like some random woman from the streets.”

I instantly stop drinking. Kieran winces. “Oh, don’t get all romantic on me now, Kieran. What was I supposed to do? Lay out roses at her feet at the temple?” 

Kieran’s blue eyes narrow. “If you loved her, yes.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. Anger simmers beneath me. I bring the dick’s bloodied hand to my lips and suck out what remains. 

The venom clears, and Kieran’s pale white begins to returns to it’s usual golden tanned. 

Handsome fucking bastard. 

“I fucked her,” I say, “I loved her, the only way that I could. If that wasn’t good enough for you, I don’t care. It was good enough for Remi.” 

Kieran stiffens. 

“You love her, you all do,” I rise to my full height, my mind heavy on that mountain leopard. “I was just only one of ud unafraid to take her the only way I knew.” 

Kieran, for once in his arrogant life, has nothing cocky to say. 

“And that may make me sick, and yes I may have bite her, and bled her, and came in her pretty long hair, but I love her, and Remi loves me. 

Kieran shakes his medium length, blonde hair. “Never thought I’d be taking relationship advice from the Demon Slayer,” Kieran sighs. 

“Stop being scared,” I say. Kieran’s brows raise. 

“You’re all too afraid that Remi will be scared of your desires, but none of you give her enough credit. She’s a person too, Kieran. And she is allowed to want and need the same sick things we want and need without us projecting onto her that she’s some depraved animal the same way she doesn’t judge us for the same. She craves what I gave her, loves it, maybe even needs it. So accept that she is allowed to want the same things as us.”

Kieran contemplates my words carefully. He takes a long pause, then finally says. “So what do you suggest I do?” 

The King has come to me for advice for centuries, but never have I felt significantly older, or wiser, on any answer than this. 

“Punish her," is my answer. "Publicly.”