Chapter 93 Dark gods
LYS
My nipples were hard chips, my face pressed into the couch as my inhale chased his.
And then we were in sync.
“Good girl,” that raspy bass whispered right in my ear. My body twitched.
Hale was back. I smelled the mint, before I heard his steps.
For a second, there was complete silence, and then two hands became four, gliding down my calves, massaging my soles, moving up the dip along my spine.
I sunk my teeth into my arm. Hale...
I knew exactly where he was because of those fingers, those magic fingers that set fire to my skin. They turned Rhea into a panting mess, made my core ache and my toes curl.
“Hold your inhales, fairy,” his voice came from around my feet, “count to four and then exhale with your mouth.”
I was groaning into the divan at this point, the space between my legs hotter, wetter.
Their hands covered every naked space on my back, activating every inch of muscle, but circling my intimate areas without touching.
My limbs were looser, joints unhinged, sinking into the divan.
“On your back, doll.”
I flipped.
The sight of the men, large and intense, hovering over me as their shoulders blocked off the ceiling made my clit kick.
The Alpha’s lips curled up.
I gasped. He was listening to my thoughts again.
He gave me a conspiratorial wink, but mercifully did not tease.
Their hands descended on me again, massaging my anterior like they had done my back. Knuckles, palms, heat packs, fingers, caressing, kneading as the sweet floral of jasmine drifted into my lungs from an incense nearby.
My walls started to throb, shamelessly quivering for attention.
This was nothing like I had expected.
A massage? Really?
It was calming, soothing and did my muscles a great deal of good. But it was nothing like the rumors said.
Monster gods. Sex gods.
Hale flicked my nipple at that moment and my body bucked. Both men exchanged a look and chuckled darkly.
That was the only time they touched an intimate area.
“Ready?” Silver eyes stared down at me, his long dark hair spilling over one shoulder and tickling my abs.
“Yes.”
Hale produced a long coil of jute rope. “On your feet.”
Draki claimed the rope from him as I climbed off the divan and proceeded to stand at the center of the room.
I felt movement behind me and coarse silk caressed my neck. Dropping my gaze, I watched the rope drop below my collarbone like a necklace.
“Hands up.”
I obeyed. Round and round the rope went, above my breasts and below the band of my bra.
“Take your hands back and grip your elbows.”
I did, cupping my left elbow with my right hand, and repeating the same movement on my left.
“You have to be honest, and tell me exactly how it feels, doll. Comfortable, intense, or too much.”
“Yes sir.”
Hale moved and stopped in front of me. His eyes burned into mine, a confirmation check.
“Feel her, Mon amour.” Draki said softly from behind me. I inhaled as those magic fingers traced my skin, caressing just below the ropes.
Next, he pinched, holding my skin with light pressure between his fingers.
He looked over my shoulder and gave the dragon a nod.
And snap, all the ropes tightened around me at once, binding me like a straight jacket. The whole time, Hale watched me closely, as though they could not trust me to admit I was actually in pain.
“Tingling,” he said now. “Buzzing, pins or needles, you say something immediately.”
I gave him a nod.
“Flex your wrist.”
I moved my wrists in a circle behind me. They were free despite how tightly my arms were bound to my torso, my elbows forming a square behind my back.
“How do you feel?”
“Good.”
Hale frowned in dissatisfaction, apparently expecting more.
“Somewhat heavy,” I added, licking my lips nervously, and that earned me a small smile.
They ordered me back to the divan where they bent my legs back till my heels were touching the back of my thighs. And then tied my legs individually.
I lay on my belly, feeling like a butterfly. I felt even more so when Draki picked me up and walked towards where the X-shaped cross stood, at the opposite end of the red-hued room.
My skin was alive, my heart drumming. This was it, the point of no return.
He lowered me to the floor gently, and my ears perked up to the sound of metal rubbing together as I tried to concentrate on my breathing.
And suddenly, I was off the floor, swinging slightly in the air with my body turned sideways.
Those silver eyes glinted with a wicked light as he flashed a full smile. “This is hardly what you both planned for your wedding night all those years ago, is it?”
I stared at him quietly, unable to decide if he was mocking us, the romantic picture Hale and I had painted in the skies, or his jab was meant for just me.
But I did not mind.
That version of Lys had been young and naive. The woman I was now loved this, and could not think of her wedding night any other way.
He kicked off his pants, and straightened with a large erection spearing the air in front of him.
I swallowed, taking deeper breaths now.
He was staring at me, with burning eyes that intensified the ache between my legs, that made me aware of just how hard my nipples were beneath the bra I still had on.
Hale hissed. I glanced at him, and he was watching us with jealous flames in his eyes.
Draki started to close in on me, and the tingles shooting around my skin now were not from the ropes.
Even hanging sideways midair, he looked like a god to me.
A dark god with thick thighs and hard abs, long hair, silk and straight, falling all around him.
When he reached me, he lowered his face to my eye level.
“How do you feel?”
“Good.”
He fisted my hair and pushed his tongue in my mouth.
My body jerked against the ropes.
His lips were hot, his tongue impatient, spearing into my head.
My nipples began to hum and tingle, and I was so aroused that even the sound of my wet lips moving against his caused my clit to throb consistently.
Finally, he pulled back, and my chest rose and fell as we stared into each other's eyes.
“What’s my name?”
I blinked. “Mordaine.”
“You'll only call me by my name from now on.”
He pressed his thumb to my lips, staring deep into my eyes as he massaged my bottom teeth with the delicate flesh. “Open up.”
I parted my lips as he straightened up.
His thumb was still running over my lips as he grabbed his shaft, bringing it closer.
Then he grabbed my head from behind, fisting my hair tightly as his fat crown pushed slowly into my mouth.