“We will find new ways to torment you, my love, I promise,” he said, seeming to understand what she was thinking.
He flicked his eyes to the side and nodded almost imperceptibly. Iszak and Lukas returned to flank him. Both men sported immense bulges in their jeans and glints in their eyes. Her pulse raced in anticipation of whatever delicious torture the three of them had planned.
Nikhil himself still seemed unaroused, which bothered her. Had Deva’s singing affected him that much?
He dropped his hands to her breasts, cupped them, and grazed his thumbs over her nipples in a distracted caress. Then his marks flashed, his aura flared, and he grabbed both her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pinched hard.
She let out a surprised cry at the spike of pain. Her core instantly flashed with heat and renewed wetness. His groin swelled, stretching the front of his jeans to the limit of his zipper.
Releasing her, he barked, “Now!”
Both Iszak and Lukas stepped toward her, each one cupping a breast. They bent to tease her sore nipples with their tongues, tiny sparks of electricity arcing into her where they touched. She nearly missed the silver glint of the needles they each produced. All the air left her lungs and her entire body quaked with exquisite need that was soon met with the simultaneous spikes of pain through each nipple when they pierced her. She let her head drop back and moaned at the sensation of heavy adornments being inserted into the holes.
With another almost imperceptible nod from Nikhil, the brothers fell to their knees. Oh, Sweet Mother, did they love her.
Lukas coaxed one leg up while Iszak supported with an arm around her waist. Then Nikhil gave her a lazy blink and a half-smile as he dropped to his own knees in front of her. Her skin erupted in goosebumps when his hot breath feathered across her wet core. With a gentle touch, he stroked her outer lips, back and forth with the back of his index finger, then inserted the finger into his mouth to taste her juices.
“Lukas, if you please,” Nikhil said, tilting his head toward her pussy.
Lukas obeyed, parting her with his fingers. After glancing up and no doubt seeing her enraptured look of anticipation, he chuckled and kissed her thigh.
Nikhil was just as intent on pleasure as pain today. He dipped his head and darted his tongue out, hooking the tip beneath the hood of her clit and toying with the swollen, sensitive bud until she moaned an incoherent plea.
“I have missed giving you gifts like these, little beast,” Nikhil said. “I think perhaps you’ve missed them too.”
He took the proffered needle from Iszak, and with a deft press to the skin of her hood, he pierced her. She barely had time to enjoy the pain before it was gone and he’d inserted the golden hoop, a small, glimmering scarab dangling from it.
Lukas let go of her leg and she resumed standing on her own, driven to distraction by the new, yet delightfully familiar sensations the scarab jewelry gave her. Every breath made the ones at her nipples shift just enough for her to sense, and the throbbing pulse in her clit made the weight of that one acutely apparent. She could barely think straight when Lukas urged her down to her knees with a light press to her shoulders.
Iszak appeared from behind her again and she shook herself back to full awareness of her surroundings. She didn’t want to miss a second of what happened.
“You want to do the honors?” Iszak asked, holding up a handful of vines to Nikhil. “It’s not exactly a turn-on for me to tie up my own brother, but watching you do it . . .”
Belah’s eyes widened and Lukas grinned. “It looked like too much fun when he did it to you.”
“He’ll hurt you,” Belah said.
Lukas shrugged. “If it’s good enough for the goose . . .” He leaned down closer and in a lower voice said, “And between you and me, anything that gets a straight man to want to touch my dick is a bonus.”
Nikhil chuckled and grabbed Lukas by the wrists, yanking his arms above his head. “I think what any of us are is about as far from straight as you can get.” He leaned in and kissed Lukas savagely, eliciting a startled groan from the other man. When he pulled away, Lukas’s lower lip was bloody and his eyes glazed.
While Nikhil bound the irreverent man, Iszak moved behind her, his mouth at her ear. “Not enough room here for a whip, so I thought we’d try something different.”
Something cool, smooth, and flexible brushed along the top of her ass, then trailed between her cheeks. She tried to focus to figure out what it was, but couldn’t. Then he leaned back and a sharp, stinging smack hit her ass just beneath the knuckles of her bound hands.
“Better than a whip, I would say,” Iszak said, tapping it against her thigh before raising it up for her to see. He held a long, thin switch that had likely come from one of the Haven’s trees.
“Let me see that,” Nikhil said, tightening the last knot around Lukas’s upraised wrists. He took the switch from Iszak, eyed it appreciatively, and without warning swiped it at Lukas’s stomach. The turul flung his head back and cried out. The breeze curling through the place picked up. When he lowered his head, he was gritting his teeth and his eyes sparked with lightning.
“Still think you can take the pain, brother?” Iszak taunted. Another sharp sting hit Belah’s ass from a second switch Iszak had apparently held onto, followed by a gentle stroke as he bent down and brushed his hand over her flesh. “Better to mix the pain with pleasure, isn’t it?”
He dipped his fingers between her spread legs and pushed them into her. Belah moaned, her core clenching around his fingers.
“I agree,” Nikhil said. He tucked the switch between his teeth and moved behind Lukas. Reaching around, he unfastened the turul’s jeans and reached inside, pulling out his cock. The sight made Belah’s mouth water and she eyed him hungrily, fascinated by the way Nikhil stroked him—hard, then gentle for several passes before stopping. Then with his hand at Lukas’s neck, he pushed him forward.
Lukas stumbled forward a step until he was as close to Belah as he could go without falling over her. His cock hovered inches from her face, but she instinctively awaited her master’s command before acting.
Nikhil moved to her side and threaded his fingers at her nape, tangling her hair around his fist and holding her head.
“Make him come, little beast. Don’t remove your mouth from his cock until I command you to.”
Holding her hair in one hand, he grabbed Lukas by the cock once more and aimed him at her mouth. Belah took a breath and descended on her lover, swallowing his shaft in one smooth motion. She reveled in the way his hips bucked into her and he let out a long, slow curse of pleasure.
Iszak toyed with her until she whimpered in protest. She didn’t want to come, but neither did she want to hold off after being pushed to the edge, though she knew better than to hope for a slow burn from these men. She had trained them too well, and they were fully aware of what the ritual required. They would push her to a state of near-delirium before they let her climax, then repeat the process until they knew the ritual had been completed.
Another strike sounded and Lukas bucked into her mouth with a gasp, followed by a groan, his cock spasming against her tongue. She smiled inwardly. He was enjoying this too. She lifted her gaze, careful to keep up her tempo on his cock, as Nikhil’s muscular arm swung down once more behind Lukas, and Lukas again jumped and groaned.
Behind her, Iszak alternated between short bursts of stinging strikes of the switch and tormenting her to the edge with his fingers before retreating again. After only a few more strokes from Nikhil, the whipping stopped and Nikhil moved closer. He dropped the switch and grabbed Lukas by the hair, pressing his mouth to Lukas’s ear. “Time for something a little more intimate, I think.”
Lukas’s eyes widened, flashing partly with fear and partly with desire. Nikhil held him with an arm around his chest and Belah could make out the movements of his other arm unfastening his jeans behind Lukas’s back. Nikhil only paused once to spit into his palm and drop his hand between t
hem before plunging in with a hard thrust
“Oh, fuck!” Lukas bellowed, pushing hard against Belah’s mouth. Her body thrummed with renewed need as Lukas’s aura swelled to bursting from the fresh pleasure Nikhil inflicted on him, no doubt with plenty of pain in the mix with such little preparation. But it only took a handful of brutal thrusts before Lukas’s entire body quaked and he groaned, the wind kicking up as his cock erupted and hot semen streamed down her throat.
She swallowed every salty-sweet drop, her body humming with the infusion of magic. Her turul lovers’ orgasms always filled her with power that made her crave flight, owing to the essence of wind in their blood. Then a hand tightened in her hair and yanked her back. Her body torqued under the force, her aching breasts pushed out and her thighs aching from the stretch.
“Now my brother gets to watch and wait for his turn again,” Iszak said. He held a lit candle over her breast and searing wax dripped over the golden ornament, heating it before trickling down onto her skin.
Nikhil had disappeared from sight. Soft splashes of water echoed through the space, and then her brutal warlord reappeared, glistening from a quick bath and scented of woody soap. His cock still stood immense and rock hard.
He strolled behind Lukas and gave him a swift, hard smack on the ass. Lukas smiled lazily. “That’s what I like,” Lukas said.
Iszak held her tight against him, the position forcing her thighs apart as he switched candles and dribbled more hot wax over her breasts and belly, and lower. He stopped just short of her mound and the throbbing ache of her clit, the heavy ornament pulling at the hood and grazing her sensitive nub with every quiver of pleasure.
Nikhil was taking his time digging through her old chest they’d carted in with them, thrilled to have an opportunity to use all the toys after letting them gather dust during her pregnancy, and then after Layla was born.
He returned with a familiar toy and her lower muscles spasmed, but he didn’t come to her. In his other hand he held a glass bottle filled with her favorite oil, which he upended over the tip of the bulbous egg-shaped stone. The smooth, polished surface glimmered beneath the oil that coated it.
“That’s not going where I think it is . . .” Lukas said, eyeing the anal plug with brows pulled together.
Nikhil chuckled. “I need to make sure you’re well attended while Isaak and I take care of Belah.”
Behind her, Isaak set the candle down and hooked his hands beneath her armpits, lifting her to a standing position again. He unwrapped the coiled vine, then proceeded to untie her hands and refasten them above her head. While he bound her wrists, Nikhil leaned over behind Lukas, grabbed him by the ass, and inserted the plug.
Lukas let out a guttural cry of protest, followed by a stream of foul curses. Nikhil just laughed and reached down, giving Lukas’s fully hardened cock a little smack. “You love it.”
“It’s fucking torture, and you know it,” Lukas retorted.
“What would be the point otherwise?” Nikhil grinned, then turned to focus on Belah.
His mirth dissolved into pure desire, his aura returning to a steady, red-gold glow. Isaak completed binding her wrists and she waited for more vines, but none came. Nikhil glanced behind her, his look carrying a silent command. The grating sound of a zipper hit her ears, and a moment later, Isaak’s hot, hard body pressed against her back, his cock a rigid length along the crease of her ass.
“I have missed this so much,” Isaak rumbled. He reached around and cupped one breast, wax cracking and falling away beneath his palm. He grazed his lips beneath her ear as he toyed with her breasts, tiny jolts of electricity sparking through the metal scarabs into her nipples, the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.
Nikhil fell to his knees before her, eyes filled with both worship and the promise of domination. He licked his lips and gave Iszak a small nod. Iszak dipped slightly, slid his palms down the backs of her thighs, and gripped her behind the knees. In one smooth motion he lifted her legs, keeping her upper body braced against his chest as he spread her open for Nikhil.
Belah’s body ached for contact, yet Nikhil only rested there, gazing at her for several seconds, his hands mere inches from her core.
“Your body weeps for me, little beast,” he finally said. “I think I enjoy making you wait, but tormenting you with my tongue will be even sweeter.”
He bent his head and darted out his tongue, but only teased and flicked at the tiny scarab ornament he’d attached to her earlier. Nikhil proceeded to inflict sweet torture on her clit, never quite touching where she needed, but driving her desire even higher.
She let her head fall back and moaned, thighs flexing in Iszak’s hands. Beneath lowered lashes she met Lukas’s avid, hungry gaze. He licked his lips, but looked about as pained as she felt. Impulsively she exhaled a stream of blue smoke and directed it the few feet between them. Lukas inhaled deeply when her magic reached him and expelled his own deep breath in return. A moment later, she breathed in his magic and immediately felt the deeper link of their minds.
Within that connection, she understood how much Lukas loved everything about this moment: being forced to watch Nikhil and Iszak destroy her will with pleasure; not just enduring, but outright enjoying the pressure of the orb that filled his ass; loving every bit of attention Nikhil ever gave him, whether it resulted in agony or bliss.
Both turul men adored her ancient blessed mate. She hadn’t realized to what degree until now. They hung on his every command, but not just because they feared him or even respected him. They truly, completely loved him now, as much as she ever had. It may have only begun as an extension of her . . . of the tie Nikhil had to her through the blood they shared, the part of her soul she’d given him. Their souls reacted to him as though he were their One as much as she.
But over the past year, she realized that love had grown and blossomed into something even greater, owing in no small part to how easily Nikhil had taken to their daughter. If there was nothing else she knew about her domineering mate, it was that he took his role as father seriously, and though Layla was biologically the product of Belah and the turul brothers, Nikhil considered her his.
“Do you want to give me another child?” she asked, her voice raspy with need. Nikhil paused and tightened his grip on her thighs.
He slowly lifted his gaze to hers, his brows creased and his eyes dark with lust. “Do you wish for another?”
She exhaled and thought for a second, sharing a look with Lukas as though testing his reaction. Within her mind, his magic only swirled with curiosity and absolute willingness to do whatever pleased her most. “I have no need, now that my family is all together. I have you—the three of you—and Meri is dead. I wish for nothing more. Except perhaps to come back here and do this again soon.”
Nikhil’s eyes brightened and he smiled. “Then I need nothing more, either. Except for this . . .” He leaned into her and pushed his tongue deep into her aching channel, teasing around her entrance in a languid circle that she watched enraptured and panting for breath. Her avid observation was broken when Iszak gripped her throat, holding her against him as his teeth grazed her neck.
Between them, he dropped his hand and grip his cock, rubbing the head back and forth between her parted cheeks, all the way from the bottom of her entrance back to spread her moisture farther around her rear opening. He only teased, but each stroke pushed her need ever higher.
Nikhil released one thigh and used the tiny scarab to pull her hood back from her aching clit, then bent and stroked the exposed nub directly with the tip of his tongue. The acute contact was like open flame to dry tinder, and Belah cried out more loudly than if she’d been struck by the switch.
At the same time, Iszak pushed the head of his cock into her soaked core, the stretch creating a distracting contradiction in sensation. Nikhil’s torturous licks made her body contract with pleasure while Iszak’s slow, languid push stretched and filled her.
“Need to see you fuck her,” Lukas g
rowled.
She shot him a look. His entire body was taut with need, every muscle starkly defined and damp with either sweat or condensed moisture, she couldn’t be sure. Nikhil chuckled against her core, but she sensed him shift, and a moment later her body rotated clockwise ninety degrees, with Iszak taking a step in the same direction. When they stopped, Nikhil lifted her leg a little higher, exposing her more to Lukas.
Iszak pumped into her with slow strokes. “Let’s give him a show, baby,” he said, returning his grip to her breasts and letting Nikhil take over holding her thighs while he fucked her. Nikhil wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, drawing the bejeweled hood between his teeth and grazing the underside with his tongue, languidly toying with it until Belah was sure she’d lose her mind.
“Not yet, little beast,” he said, releasing her and rising up, hooking both her legs around his hips. “Not until we’re ready.”
With a swift nod to Iszak, the delicious tight friction in her core disappeared, but she only had a split-second to miss it. Before she could blink, they both slammed into her together, Nikhil pushing his immense, curved cock into her slick pussy and Iszak shoving hard into her ass. It happened so fast she barely had time to prepare.
She cried out and Nikhil immediately began to fuck her hard, his gaze fixed on hers as he cupped her jaw. He held her head back so she was forced to look into his eyes. Tears streamed from her eyes but Iszak caught them with his tongue.
“Relax, baby, you’re so damn tight and I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary.”
She had no breath to tell him it didn’t hurt at all, but her body was too confused by the invasion to know up from down. It took Nikhil’s command to jolt her into action. “Open up for us, ‘Iilahatan.”
She gave in, letting her body relax and trusting the pair of them and Iszak’s clever knots to hold her up. Her head fell back against Iszak’s shoulder as they fucked her, filling her body with pleasure from both sides and somehow understanding when to draw it out and when to push her higher.
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