Scorpius smirked like he knew what he was doing to me. “From your inhale, I’ll take that as a yes.”
Luka nuzzled his face against the back of my neck as the three kings stripped, revealing layers and layers of cut muscles.
Cherry blossoms drifted across Orion’s golden shoulders as he stared at me, steel glinted across Malum’s bronze neck, and a tattooed eye lazily opened across Scorpius’s pale skin.
The three of them were works of art.
When they pulled down their sweatpants, I forgot how to swallow. Holy mother of the sun god.
Abdominal muscles tapered into deep Vs across their torsos. I’d caught glimpses of them naked getting with other girls and while we changed dozens of times, but this felt different.
There was a gentleness about them that was new.
In tandem, they fell to their knees. Their muscles flexed, powerful bodies radiating strength.
John shook his head on my lap, and I realized I’d stopped playing with his hair. His eyes were open, and he watched Scorpius with hooded eyes.
I felt exactly the same way.
Luka’s fingers tangled around my wild curls, and I turned around to see if he was watching. His eyes flickered between me and Orion.
I wasn’t the only one enjoying the show.
I turned back to the kings.
Malum had moved. His face hovered mere inches away from mine. “Do you, Aran, accept us as your mates? Will you let me be your Ignis? Will you let them be your Protectors?”
My tongue was heavy in my mouth as I whispered, “I accept you as my mates.”
Malum’s smile was wicked. He finished crawling to me and leaned forward.
He gently kissed me. Whiskey, tobacco, and heat exploded across my senses. I’d never tasted anything so delicious. He pulled away, and the pain on my spine dissipated. He licked his lips, silver eyes gleaming with desire.
Orion whispered, “We accept you, Aran, as our precious Revered.”
I leaned in for more kisses.
“No, precious,” Malum whispered, cheeks flushing maroon as he backed away. “No pain. You tell us what you want us to do. You’re in control.”
“Um.” I was too chicken to say the words aloud.
Scorpius smirked like he could read my mind. “I know you’ve imagined us, Arabella.” He licked his lips. “I could hear your breathing change every time we fucked people at Elite Academy. We were fantasizing about you—and you were fantasizing about us.”
Orion mouthed, “Whatever you want, sweetheart. Just say it.”
I took a deep breath. “I want Malum and Scorpius to fuck Orion,” I said before I could lose my confidence.
Malum smiled. “That can be arranged.”
I moved to cover my flushed face, but Luka caught my wrist and held my hands down.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered into my ear, and I shivered.
“Keep your eyes on us, Arabella,” Malum commanded, his voice rough and heated.
He turned and kissed Orion roughly. Scorpius licked his fingers wantonly, then slowly dragged them down Orion’s body.
There was a loud slapping noise as Scorpius left handprints across Orion’s ass. Then he parted his cheeks and spit obscenely.
Luka groaned in my ear.
I agreed.
John shifted on my lap, his hands wandering beneath his pants.
Orion stared at me as he writhed in pleasure—he was shockingly pretty compared to the rough handsomeness of his mates.
The three of them were divine.
Luka massaged my scalp as I played with John’s hair. Gentle zips of pain streaked down my spine, but I barely noticed it. I was too entranced with what was unfolding around me.
Malum and Scorpius fucked Orion like they were savages. Their grunts and moans filled the room. Suddenly, they pulled their hard cocks out of Orion’s holes and crawled over to me. Each one of them gave me tender kisses, then Luka picked me up and gently handed me over to Malum.
John grumbled but let me go.
Malum sat so I was sprawled across his naked thighs. He repositioned us so his thick penis jutted out between my legs. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered huskily. Orion and Scorpius took turns sucking him off while I sat on his lap.
Desire pooled between my legs, but my pain level stayed manageable because no one was touching me. After Malum came down Orion’s throat, he laid me down beside them and tucked me under the covers so I was cozy.
I gasped as they resumed making love beside me.
Everything was a blur of masculine moans, grunts of ecstasy, and heavy panting as they leaned over—each one giving me featherlight kisses as they found their release.
An hour later, I drifted asleep with the kings piled naked around me.
“So glad you’re back with us, safe,” Malum whispered.
“Me too,” I agree.
“Love ya,” he said.
Orion whispered. “I love her most.”
Bodies shifted and nails dug into the sensitive skin on my neck. “False,” Scorpius said fiercely. “My love is superior.”
“No, it isn’t,” John and Luka said simultaneously.
“I love you all,” I whispered softly as I fell asleep.
I dreamed, and it felt like peace.
Chapter 59
Aran
THE FINAL BATTLE
Agathokakological (adjective): composed of both good and evil.
DAY 39, HOUR 5
It felt like I was floating on a bed of roses.
I was ethereal.
Light.
Warmth seeped into my bones, and peace radiated through me. I curled up around the source of heat. It felt divine. Pleasure and happiness bubbled.
“Report for the final battle. Repeat, all soldiers report now for the final battle.” Enchanted speakers blared, and sirens wailed.
I was wrenched awake.
The heat disappeared, and the room became a blur of movement as men scrambled to get dressed. At some point, the demons must have returned.
I sat up. Outside the window, the blizzard gusted in the darkness of early morning.
John pulled me to my feet. Luka handed me a pile of my folded battle clothes.
I sighed. I was getting awfully tired of going into battle.
Sirens flashed brightly.
Speakers repeated the directive with increasing urgency.
“How are you feeling?” Malum asked as he knelt at my feet and laced up my combat boots while I zipped up my coat.
“I feel good. How about you?” I stretched, leaning side to side. “Do you think the mating worked?”
Standing up, he said, “Maybe. I’m not sur—”
His lips parted with surprise as he stared down at me.
“What?” I asked as I rubbed at my face, wondering if I had something on it.
He hollered, “Everyone look at Arabella!”
The men paused getting ready, and one by one, their eyes widened with shock.
“What?” I repeated impatiently, but none of them said anything. Rolling my eyes, I stomped over to the destroyed bathroom.
I stared at my distorted reflection in the cracked mirror.
Sirens flashed.
Speakers wailed.
My fingers shook as I brought them up to my neck. The skin was uncomfortably cold to the touch, and I pulled my fingers away because they burned.
Shine refracted across the mirror.