CHAPTER 138

CHAPTER 138
AUTUMN POV

The world tilted on a soft, warm axis, a pleasant hum under my skin. Their faces swam before me, three sets of eyes wide with something I couldn’t quite name. Shock? Awe? It didn’t matter. The wine had melted the cold, hard edges inside me, leaving behind a bold, buzzing confidence.

Useful. The word echoed in my fuzzy head. They were so useful. So strong, so handsome, so… there.

My lips still tingled from the kisses I’d bestowed upon them. A claiming. A sampling.

“What?” one of them breathed, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards.

I blinked, trying to focus. Knox, I think. Or was it Adonis? Their scents were all blending together into one intoxicating, masculine perfume. Mine.

“You heard me,” I said, my words a little slurred but my intent crystal clear. My gaze traveled over each of them, a lazy, appreciative sweep. “I want to use your bodies. Consider it… part of your apology. A service to your Luna.”

Dante’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Autumn, you’re drunk. This isn’t—”

“Lily!” Adonis called out, his voice sharp with a panic that irritated me. The door opened almost immediately, and my maid peered in, her expression shifting from curiosity to concern.

“Yes, Alpha?”

“Please, take the Luna back to her room. She’s unwell.”

Unwell? A spark of anger cut through the pleasant haze. They were dismissing me. Again. After all this. My forgiveness, my goodwill, dangled in front of them like a carrot, and they were refusing to follow.

“No,” I stated, the single word laced with a cold finality that silenced the room. I straightened my spine, tapping into a regal authority I didn’t know I still possessed. “Lily, you are dismissed. Close the door.”

She looked between us, conflicted, but a hard glare from me had her bowing her head and retreating, the latch clicking shut with a sound of absolute finality.

I turned my attention back to my three would-be lovers. My three penitent sinners.

“You think you can summon my maid to usher me away like a child?” I took a step forward, the room swaying only a little. “After the spectacle you made of begging for my forgiveness? After you knelt on the floor for me?” My eyes locked on Adonis, and a flush crept up his neck.

“This isn’t you, Autumn,” Knox tried, his voice softer now, placating. “It’s the wine talking.”

I laughed, a light, airy sound that seemed to surprise us all. “The wine is just making me honest. You wanted to make me happy, didn’t you? You wanted to serve me?” I let the question hang in the fragrant, wine-soaked air. “Or were those just pretty words for a pretty dinner?”

I saw the conflict warring in their eyes—concern, desire, a deep, aching need to atone. I decided to tip the scales.

“Fine,” I said with a theatrical sigh, turning my back to them as if to leave. “I suppose my forgiveness isn’t as important as your comfort. I’ll just return to my lonely room, then. We can forget this… and the investigation… ever happened.”

It was a low blow, and I knew it. I was weaponizing their guilt, and the wine in my veins cheered me on.

“Wait.” The word came from Dante, strained but firm.

I paused, not turning around, a slow smile spreading on my lips.

“What… what do you want, Autumn?” Adonis asked, his voice rough.

I turned to face them, my expression one of cool command. “I already told you. I want to use you. But I want to do it properly.” My gaze swept the room, landing on a heavy, ornate chest in the corner. I’d seen it before, a relic from some past Alpha with interesting tastes. “Open that. Bring me the tools inside.”

Knox was the first to move, crossing the room with a predator’s grace and flipping the heavy lid open. His breath hitched slightly as he looked inside. He pulled out a few items, his hands surprisingly steady as he brought them over: a set of leather cuffs lined with soft fur, a sleek, black silicone flogger, and a few sleek, metal… things I couldn’t name but dearly wanted to try.

The sight of them in his hands sent a jolt of pure, undiluted heat straight to my core. Oh, yes.

“Good,” I purred. “Now. Knox.” I pointed to the flogger. “You. On your knees.” I pointed to a spot directly in front of me.

He didn’t hesitate. He sank to his knees, looking up at me, his eyes dark pools of surrendered control. The power of it went straight to my head, more intoxicating than any wine.

I took the flogger from him, running the soft, trailing ends over my palm. It felt divine. “Open,” I commanded Dante, holding out the strange metal device. It was a bar, with two round, smooth beads on each end. His eyes widened in understanding, but he parted his lips without a word. I slid the bar into his mouth, the beads settling comfortably inside, and fastened the thin strap at the back of his head. A quiet, muffled sound escaped him. Perfect.

“Adonis,” I said, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. I handed him the cuffs. “You know what to do with these.”

His hands were trembling as he took them. He moved behind me, his heat enveloping my back. I felt the buttery-soft leather encircle one wrist, then the other, clicking shut with a gentle but definitive click. He pulled my arms behind my back, securing them together. The feeling of being restrained by him, by the Alpha who had once ordered my banishment, was so profoundly arousing I almost came undone on the spot.

I was trapped. I was in complete control.

“Now,” I breathed, looking down at Knox. “You’ve been a very bad boy. You all have.” I swished the flogger through the air. “You need to be punished.”

I brought the falls down on my own thigh first, testing the weight. A delicious, stinging warmth spread across my skin. Oh. I did it again, a little harder. A gasp fell from my lips.

Seeing my reaction, Knox’s eyes glazed over with pure lust. He leaned forward, his hot mouth finding the reddening skin on my thigh, and laved his tongue over the spot, soothing and inflaming it all at once.

A moan was torn from me. “Yes… just like that.”

I looked at Dante, his mouth filled, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You. Come here. Use your tongue. There.”

He understood immediately, sinking to his knees beside Knox. He pushed the silk of my dress up higher, his hands gripping my hips to steady me as my cuffed hands pressed into the small of my back. Then his mouth was on me, his tongue delving into my core with a desperation that made my knees buckle.

The dual sensation was overwhelming. The sharp, sweet strikes of the flogger on my ass, each one followed by the scorching, apologetic kiss of Knox’s lips and tongue. And Dante… goddess, Dante… his mouth was worship, his tongue tracing every fold, sucking my clit into the heat of his mouth until I was crying out, my head thrown back.

The coil inside me wound tighter and tighter, a blinding pressure building. I was panting, begging, words tumbling from my lips without thought. “Yes! Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop! Right there, right there!”

The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, violent and all-consuming. My body convulsed, my screams muffled by the room's opulence as I shuddered against their mouths, my juices coating Dante’s face. He drank me down like a man starved, not missing a single drop.

I was boneless, weightless, held up only by Adonis’s firm grip on my bound wrists and the mouths of the men at my feet. The world was a blur of pleasure and sensation.

But I wasn’t nearly done.

Regaining a shred of coherence, I looked down at Dante, his chin glistening. “Did you enjoy your taste?” I breathed.

He nodded fervently, a muffled groan of agreement coming from behind the gag.

“Good.” I turned my head, catching Adonis’s eye. “Release my hands.”

The cuffs fell away. I flexed my wrists, the blood rushing back. My mission was clear. I pushed Knox onto his back on the lush carpet and descended upon him, my fingers making quick work of his belt and zipper. I freed his thick, hard length, and without preamble, took him deep into my mouth.

He shouted, his hands flying to my hair, not to guide me, but to fist the strands as his hips bucked off the floor. I loved the taste of him, the weight of him on my tongue, the helpless, guttural sounds he made.

I lost myself in the rhythm, sucking him hard, until Adonis was there behind me, his own cock pressing against my soaked entrance. He didn’t ask. He just pushed inside me with one long, devastating thrust, filling me so completely I screamed around Knox’s shaft.

The stretch was exquisite, unbearable. Adonis set a ruthless pace, each thrust rocking me forward, fucking my mouth onto Knox deeper. I was the link between them, the conduit of their pleasure and my own. Dante watched, his hand stroking himself roughly, his eyes locked on the lewd scene.

I felt another orgasm building, this one different, deeper, sparked by the feeling of being so utterly filled and used. Adonis’s grip on my hips was bruising, his grunts animalistic. Knox was chanting my name, a broken prayer.

Adonis’s rhythm became frantic, erratic. “Autumn… I’m….”

“Inside,” I managed to gasp, pulling off of Knox for a second. “I want to feel it.”

With a roar, he obeyed, plunging into me one last time as his release flooded my core, hot and endless. The feeling of him pulsing inside me tipped me over the edge again, my own climax seizing me, my body milking him for every last drop.

I collapsed forward onto Knox, and he took my face in his hands, crashing his lips to mine in a messy, desperate kiss as his own hips stuttered and he found his release, painting my stomach with his warmth.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex, wine, and sweat.

Slowly, Dante crawled over to us. He gently unbuckled the gag from his mouth, letting it fall away. He didn’t speak. He just lowered his head between my legs, his tongue lapping at the combined mess of my release and Adonis’s, cleaning me with a reverence that made my heart ache. His own body was tense, still throbbing with need.

I reached out a trembling hand, wrapping my fingers around his hard length. He moaned, his hips jerking into my touch.

“Your turn,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.