Chapter 9 Best Maid Service Ever
Ysara POV
I ran my fingers along the hangers until I found it: the black and white satin maid outfit I’d worn in my most popular video.
Tiny apron, lace-trimmed skirt barely long enough to cover my ass, and a neckline so low my tits threatened to spill out with every breath. Perfect.
I grabbed two black ribbons from the drawer, twisted my long multi colored hair into high pigtails, and tied them off with bows. Then I slipped into the outfit, snapped the garter straps, and stepped into six-inch patent heels that made my legs look endless.
I stepped into the bedroom in the maid outfit and the world tilted on its axis.
I twirled the feather duster and gave them the line I’d practiced in the mirror a hundred times for videos, only this time it wasn’t acting.
“I think you’ve all been very bad, dirty boys,” I purred. “Should your maid clean you up?”
Four grown supernatural males lost the ability to form words. Rafe’s golden eyes actually crossed. Wyatt’s silver ones went molten. Kalesh dropped into the wide armchair like his knees had been kicked out from under him, with his legs spread, and his green eyes glowing feral. Darken’s tattoos rippled across his dark skin as his chest heaved.
I started the tease.
First Wyatt. I bent at the waist in front of him, pretending to dust the low table, and my skirt rode up high enough to flash the wet spot on my thong. My tits nearly spilled out; and the cool air kissed my ass cheeks. I heard him swallow a growl.
“Such a dusty corner,” I murmured, trailing the feathers up the inside of his thigh until they brushed the thick ridge of his cock straining against his jeans. I outlined every inch with the soft tips, then replaced feathers with my fingers, and I squeezed gently.
“Ysara,” he rasped, and his voice was shredded. I gave him one last stroke and moved to Rafe. Same pose, deeper bend. My cleavage brushed his chest as I dusted his collarbone, then dragged the feathers down the center of his abs to circle the head of his cock through the denim. His hips jerked involuntarily.
“Careful, sir,” I whispered. “Wouldn’t want to make more of a mess.”
Rafe’s hands flexed like he was two seconds from ripping the outfit off me with his teeth.
Darken stood like a statue carved from midnight and sin. I dropped to my knees in front of him, looked up through my lashes, and ran the duster up one tattooed forearm, and over the thick bulge in his slacks. He was massive, heavy, and already leaking. I traced the length with the feathers, then cupped him fully, squeezing until he snarled, with his fangs flashing.
“Good boys get rewards,” I teased. “Bad boys get punished.”
He exhaled a single demonic word that translated roughly to fuck.
Kalesh saved the finale for himself. I sauntered over, climbed into his lap without invitation, and my knees sunk into the cushions on either side of his thighs. The second my soaked thong met the hard line of his cock, we both groaned.
“Never had four at once,” I whispered against his lips. “You better break me.”
Then I started the lap dance.
Slow circles at first, rolling my hips so my clit dragged over his length through two layers of fabric. Faster. Harder. My tits bounced with every grind; and the bodice slipped lower and lower until both nipples popped free, dark and aching. Kalesh’s hands shot to my waist, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“Take it off,” he snarled.
I reached back, unzipped the maid dress, and let it pool around my waist. Naked except for garters, thong, and heels, I kept riding his lap like it was my job, because right then, it absolutely was.
Clothes detonated off of them. Literally. Fabric shredded. Cocks sprang free.
Wyatt and Rafe were identical down to the last vein, thick and flushed, their heavy balls drawn tight.
Kalesh lifted me like a doll, ripped the thong away, and speared me down onto his cock in one brutal thrust.
I screamed, and my head fell back. He was long, curved just right, and hit my cervix on every stroke. He fucked me on his lap, his hands gripping my pigtails like reins, using them to yank my mouth to his for a filthy kiss.
Darken stepped in behind me, his huge hands spreading my ass cheeks. “Hold her open,” he ordered.
Kalesh did, and his fingers dug into my thighs. Darken’s tongue licked a hot stripe from where Kalesh impaled me all the way to my ass. I sobbed into Kalesh’s mouth. Then Darken stood, lined up, and pushed into my pussy alongside Kalesh.
The stretch was impossible. I wailed, and my nails raked Kalesh’s shoulders. Two cocks inside me, sliding against each other, stretching me until I saw stars. They found a rhythm, one dragging out while the other slammed in, over and over until I was babbling nonsense.
Rafe and Wyatt watched, stroking themselves, and their eyes were feral.
“My turn,” Rafe growled.
They pulled out. I whimpered at the emptiness, until Rafe bent me over the ottoman, with my ass in the air. He slammed home in one thrust. He fucked me hard and fast, spanking my ass between strokes until it glowed red.
When he felt the knot swell, he snarled, “Gonna knot you, little maid. Gonna fill you up.”
He shoved deep, and his knot swelled inside me. The stretch locked him in place; and he ground against my cervix and bit down hard on my left shoulder. I came screaming, with my pussy milking his knot in rhythmic pulses. Hot cum flooded me in long jets. He pulled out slowly, his knot deflating just enough, and cum and slick dripped down my thighs.
Wyatt took his twin’s place immediately, sliding through the mess they’d made of me. He fucked me slow and deep, savoring every inch.
“You feel that?” he whispered against my ear. “Feel how perfectly you take me?”
He built speed, spanking the other cheek until both were scarlet. When his knot swelled, he flipped me onto my back on the rug, hooked my knees over his elbows, and drove in to the hilt.
“Mine,” he snarled, as his teeth sunk into my right shoulder.
Another knot locked, another flood of cum, another screaming orgasm that left me shaking.
Kalesh and Darken weren’t finished. Kalesh laid on the bed, and pulled me on top reverse cowgirl style. He guided me down onto his cock, then held my cheeks spread. Darken stepped between my thighs, pushed my legs wider, and slid into my pussy alongside Kalesh again.
I lost the ability to speak. Two massive cocks stretching me, and rubbing every nerve ending at once. They moved in perfect sync, one retreating while the other advanced, until I was sobbing, drooling, and coming in endless waves.
Darken’s hand wrapped gently around my throat.
“Ready for my bite, beautiful?”
I could only nod frantically.
His fangs sank into the base of my throat, right over my pulse. Black fire exploded behind my eyes. The final bond snapped into place like the universe exhaling. They kept fucking me through it, through the aftershocks, and through the toys they brought out next.
There was a vibrating plug in my ass while the twins took turns in my mouth. Nipple clamps that made me cry when Kalesh tugged them. A wand pressed to my clit until I squirted so hard it splashed the headboard.
Hours later, when they finally knotted me together, Rafe in my pussy, Wyatt in my ass, both knots swelling and locking at the same time, I shattered completely. Darken fed his cock down my throat while Kalesh painted my tits in thick ropes of cum.
I came so hard the world went white.
When I came back to earth, I was cradled between four massive bodies, every inch of me marked, filled, worshipped, and utterly, gloriously ruined.
I managed a hoarse, delirious laugh against Wyatt’s chest.
“Best. Maid service. Ever.”
Kalesh kissed the bite on my neck he’d given me first. “Welcome home, little witch.”
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Two hours later...
Darken POV
I should have been asleep.
Most beings would be, after the kind of night we just had.
A Ravelyn awakening was supposed to be a myth, something whispered in dead languages and traded for too much gold in the Shadow Market. But she was real, breathing softly beside the others, wrapped in our scent, with our marks on her skin glowing faintly in the dark.
It had taken all four of us, and all night, and an entire wall of toys to satisfy our little minx.
My mate.
That word felt like a blade pressed to my throat. Not painful… just undeniable. My phone vibrating violently on the nightstand was the first sign that peace had already died. I grabbed it before it woke her.
Sixteen missed calls.
Nine encrypted messages.
Two priority alerts from my security network.
“Fuck.”
Ravelyns hadn’t existed for centuries. Not truly. Not in a form powerful enough to matter. But news traveled fast in the supernatural underworld, especially where fear and greed were involved.
I opened the first alert.
RAVELYN CONFIRMED. THE BROKER WANTS HER.
My entire chest went cold. The Broker never wanted anything unless it was world-ending. The next alert was worse.
The exiled alpha is moving.
“Absolutely not.” I stood so fast the mattress barely dipped. “Not her. Not tonight.”
I dressed quickly, shoved the phone in my pocket, and headed toward the living room.
Wyatt and Rafe were already awake, their eyes glowing like molten coins in the dim light. Kalesh stepped out of the shadows behind them, looking like a feral god who hadn’t fully come down from the hunt.
“What happened?” Wyatt asked, his voice a low rumble.
“The Shadow Market knows,” I said. “About her. About what she is.”
Kalesh hissed softly, the sound more animal than fae. “Too soon. Too many eyes.”
Rafe ran a hand through his hair. “Who leaked it?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I rubbed my temples. “The Broker wants her. And the exiled alpha is stirring.”
That got all of them to freeze.
Wyatt’s jaw clenched. “Our father can’t know.”
I laughed without humor. “He doesn’t need to know. The Shadow Market told him for you.”
Rafe swore. “Fuck. Of course they did.”
Kalesh folded his arms. “The Ravelyn bond makes her a keystone. Every kingdom will want ownership. Every clan will want claim. Every hunter will want the glory.”
“And every monster will want the power,” I added.
The weight of it pressed down like a storm. She didn’t know any of this yet. She was asleep in the next room, her breathing soft and human… even though she was anything but.
Wyatt paced. “We can fight off rogues. We can fight off rival packs. But the Broker? He has armies of things that don’t even have names.”
“And father,” Rafe muttered, “has the old laws behind him.”
Kalesh tilted his head. “We could hide her.”
“From the Broker?” I asked. “He runs the underbelly of every major city on the continent. He has archives older than kingdoms. He has collectors, assassins, archivists, and curse-smiths. He’ll track her magic the second she uses it.”
“And she will use it,” Kalesh murmured. “Her power has not stabilized.”
The twins looked at me. I hated being the one who always had the bad answer, but I had it anyway.
“We need alliances,” I said. “Real ones. High court. Pack elders. Maybe even the Mirror Guild.”
Rafe scowled. “You want us to expose her even further?”
“No,” I said. “I want to choose who finds out. Before someone chooses for us.”