Chapter
Twenty-Three
Galantia Present day, Deepmarsh Castle, Malyr’s chambers
or nineteen years, pain had been a stranger.
Malyr acquainted me, letting his merciless swats turn my rear into a blazing inferno. TheF most vicious of them repeatedly landed on the same spot, sending my entire body into such convulsions, I barely managed to suck in a breath. For someone who’d gulped down two cups of wine, his precision was terribly accurate.
Worse were the strikes that landed between my legs and how they reminded me of my brokenness, making me buck against his thigh, searching for pleasure beyond the pain. It wasn’t an easy thing to confess, how I sensed myself going slick, but… gods! I was wet. Wet and aching!
Aching for those burning tingles that made me feel how life coursed through my heated veins. But most of all, I ached for Malyr’s shockingly controlled touch. I sensed it in the brief pauses that followed each swat, the reliable pattern of where he struck, the even rhythm of his hand. Even through the pain—severe enough I worked up a sweat—this didn’t feel like atonement.
This felt like attention.
Ardent, undivided attention.
Gradually, I lifted my gaze to Sebian, only to find that he, too, was engrossed. He kept his smoldering green eyes on me, his lips parted, his breathing ragged with how his brown cuirass constantly shifted with it. Did this anger him? Bemuse him? Arouse him?
His hand answered that question, lowering to the leather ties on his breeches before wrapping around thick, swollen flesh. Sebian freed his cock and slowly ran his fist along his shaft, squeezing the reddish-purple head. Gods, the sight shouldn’t curl in my belly the way it did… When my limbs trembled and sweat pearled at my nape, Malyr swung at my sore hind once more, then stopped. He hooked a finger under my chin and turned my face toward his. His thumb swiped over a tear on my cheek that must have dislodged when I’d clenched every single muscle I possessed, but Malyr recognized it as that—merely an unavoidable reflex rather than me crying—and disappointedly let my head slump back down.
“I daresay you’re red enough, little dove,” he said. “For now, anyway.”
“Judging by that scent she’s giving off, I tend to agree.” Sebian pushed himself off the desk, hard cock bouncing as he took one step and squatted in front of me, brushing a damp curl from my face.
“You done atoning for now, sweetheart, hmm? Are you going to be good?”
I sucked gulps of air through my parched lips, my entire body submerged in fire. “Y-yes.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re going to be so good for us. And what do good girls get?” In one quick move, he rose, plucked me from Malyr’s lap, and draped me over his arms. “They get rewarded.”
Everything happened so fast, my mind spinning as Sebian carried me to the pile of pillows. At the edge of it, he stomped out of his boots, wiggled my shoes off my feet, and stepped inside. He lowered me to sit in a soft, cushiony ocean of black damask and silver embroidery, but its impact with my sore rear ripped a hiss from me, regardless. What was happening?
“Fuck, sweetheart, that scent of yours has been driving me insane. Are you going to let me have a taste of that, hmm?” Sebian removed his cuirass, gaze going to something behind me. “How are they?”
“Restless.” Malyr’s hiss scraped down the length of my spine as he suddenly sat behind me, framing my legs with his much longer ones before he placed his lips by my ear. “No matter how much I hate you, my shadows hate you more. Fight them, and they’ll kill you. It’s not a threat; it’s a warning.”
With his warning came black, icy tendrils that ghosted over my heated flesh, providing unexpected relief from the throbbing beneath my skin. Malyr’s shadows wrapped around my thighs, forcing my legs apart, prying me open.
Unable to force even a croak through my tight, dry throat, I clutched the bunched-up train of my borrowed gown, pushing the fabric down to cover my crotch.
“Fussing bores me,” Malyr ground out as he reached around me, pulling the silk from my fists, once more laying my spread cunt bare for Sebian to stare at where he stood and removed his breeches. “You’re trying to convince me of your willingness, remember?”
Shivering at the taunt in his tone, its malevolent cadence, I sucked in little flat breaths. I’d mentally prepared for all sorts of scenarios before coming here—from betrothal to death and everything in-between. But I hadn’t prepared for Malyr’s shadows to spread me while Sebian dropped his shirt, lowered himself to his stomach between my legs, and placed his mouth— “Oh gods…” I rasped out, back arching at that lap of Sebian’s tongue over my wet entrance.
His deep, masculine groans hummed against my cunt as his tongue dipped and circled, lapping at me like a starved animal. The urgency of it, the vigor with which his mouth devoured me thickened
my blood, turning me heavy until I sank deeper into Malyr’s chest.
Malyr’s fingers climbed to the green bands on my bodice, hooking beneath the loops and pulling with similar urgency as he opened up my dress. “What does she taste like?”
“Sweet. Fuck, she’s so wet, dripping straight into my mouth.” Sebian shifted his lips higher, framing my clit with them before he sucked, sending such wonderful spasms through the hard pebble, and I moaned in pleasure. “That good, sweetheart, hmm? Let me hear it. Come for us, Galantia.”
I gave voice to a whimper when Malyr roughly slid his hand into my bodice. His fingers kneaded my breast, lifting it from its constraints just as his other hand pushed the disabled contraption down.
He did the same with the other, both hands reaching around to squeeze and abuse the full flesh.
“Sebian told you to come for us, little dove,” Malyr whispered ever so quietly, pinning my nipples between his fingers until they ached. He rolled them, pulled them to throbbing, teased and tortured another moan from me. “There we go. That’s what my little dove needs, no matter how much she wants to deny it.”
Trapped between Sebian’s wicked mouth and Malyr’s evil torment, my breath turned to panting.
My clit throbbed with the mounting need for release, sending little convulsions into the surrounding muscles until everything seemed to twitch.
I dug my fingers into Sebian’s black strands, gripping hard enough that the leather tie holding them back came undone, letting his hair fall free. Gods help me, he was a glorious sight to behold, with the muscles on his back shifting, his firm buttocks tightening as he rolled his hips into the pillows.
“That’s it, sweetheart, come against my mouth,” Sebian groaned. “I want her to make a fucking mess of my face, Malyr. Get her there.”
When Sebian sucked on my clit once more, making my legs stretch and strain against the grip of shadows, Malyr ran his tongue up along the side of my neck. He bit down, clamping my throbbing skin between his teeth.
I cried out in pain, only for the sound to morph into a whimper of overwhelming pleasure. Heat rolled from my core with violent force, fizzling out along my limbs with such intensity, they turned heavy. My vision speckled, my breath caught.
“Such a fucking good girl,” Sebian crooned, moving his lips away from my clit to kiss around my entrance, up along the inside of my thigh, and over my mound. Once my body came down from this high, he sat back on his haunches, seemingly unbothered by the wet sheen spread across his mouth and cheeks, his gaze going to Malyr. “Given how you took her maidenhead, it’s only fair that I get what’s
left of it. I want her.”
He wants me.
Words that had once caressed my soul now scared a flicker of wit back into my head. Between the spanking, the orgasm, and the overwhelming presence of these two men, I’d all but forgotten my goal.
I glanced over my shoulder back at Malyr, finding his jaws a hard, unmoving line. “But… but what of the betrothal?”
Sebian groaned. “Please tell me I’m not about to fuck your wife, Malyr.”
“Whyever not?” There was a twitch in one corner of Malyr’s mouth as he brought a finger to the scar on my chest, scraping along the lines with his nail as he lowered his mouth to my ear. “Little white dove, you assured me you would be mine to do with as I please, remember? Mine to break.
Mine to hurt. Mine to torment. And mine to share.” I shivered when the warmth of his mouth disappeared, only to emerge on the other side where he whispered, “What could be more depraved than giving my future wife to my best friend, watching how he makes her moan like a whore?”
Malyr slipped out from behind me, letting my back sink into the cushions the way all my earlier
bravado sank into the pit of my stomach. “But—”
Sebian’s big body suddenly hunched over me, long black hair framing his tender gaze. “You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this.”
“As did she.” Malyr grabbed the silk of my dress, relieving me of it with Sebian’s help and a pull over my head. “She moaned your name in her sleep.”
“Did you, sweetheart? Did you dream about me making love to that sweet, tight cunt of yours, hmm? You want me?”
My heart shook, stuttering over arousal and fear alike. Yes, I wanted him—had probably wanted him for a while—but… I needed Malyr! Needed his child. I turned my head, staring at where he sat leisurely beside us, one leg spread and the other slightly folded. Was this a trick? A game?
“Don’t look at him. Look at me.” One arm suspending his upper body, the other tugging on my chin to return my gaze to him, Sebian lowered himself down, slightly angled to one side. “I’ll be so gentle with you. You know that, right?”
My mind numbed as the blood in my veins heated. “Yes.”
I knew Sebian would never hurt me, but that was hardly the issue here.
Not until I stared down between us, catching sight of his hard cock. It jutted and strained mere inches from my opening, thicker and longer than I remembered, with a small droplet of something
glistening on the slit on his crown.
This was going to hurt.
“Shh… you’re tensing. Relax your muscles.” His warm skin pressed against mine, robbing me of sight, but I could feel it. How his crown set itself against my entrance, sending my heart into a dizzying speed. “I’ll go slow. Like this.”
His crown pressed against my entrance, dipping in slightly but not truly entering. When his hips gave a testing push forward, pressure emerged. The moment it started to strain muscles I hadn’t known I possessed, he drew back, letting it all morph into a desperate tingle. His next thrust glided deeper, stretching me until I whimpered.
“You’re going to take him, little dove, do you hear me?” Malyr commanded. “You’re going to take every inch of Sebian’s cock, or I swear, I’ll grab you, turn you around, and fuck into you with not even a fraction of his care, ripping a whole bunch of new sounds from those pretty lips of yours. I’ll make you fucking sing.”
Sebian groaned, slipping deeper into me with quick pulsations. “That’s my good girl. You’re doing so good, Galantia. Open for me.”
At his next thrust, my entire body quivered with an intensity that shook my breath. “Sebian…”
“You have no idea how tight she is, Malyr. Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.”
Sebian rolled his hips slowly, letting that fullness at my center ebb and rise in a calming rhythm as his face contorted in pleasure and pain. “That’s it, sweet thing. I’ll make this good for you, I promise.”
I moaned each time he slid deeper into me. Stretched me, filled me with his thick shaft. Rubbed along my tight walls until they warmed. Each time his hard body pressed into my mound, rubbing over it with dense muscle, my clit throbbed anew.
He kept his rhythm, rubbing his muscled body over my throbbing bud with each stroke while his teeth barred more and more. Deep groans hissed passed them, his expression taut as though it took him great effort to hold back his more primal urges.
But he did, thrusting at a sensual pace, gleaming down at me with great focus. His senses seemed to catch every reaction. When my pelvis retreated, he slowed. When I breathed harder, he rocked deeper. When I shifted, so did he.
“Fuck, your cunt is so tight,” Sebian said, “milking the cum up my shaft so nicely.”
At his next thrust, harder and deeper than all others, my lips parted with a silent moan. Sebian smirked and gave another hard thrust, trapping my cunt beneath tremors that shook me to the core.
I writhed beneath him, wanting to escape this mounting heat that built behind my pelvis, wanting to get closer. Sebian pressed his pelvis flat against mine in answer, snapping his hips in quick pulsations.
That heat erupted in a flare of tremors and convulsions, forcing all breath from my chest in a scream. “Sebian!”
He lost his breath, fucking into me harder, losing his rhythm. “I’m going to load you up so nicely, sweetheart. Here it comes.”
Mind drowning under the crest of pleasure and bliss, I was still focused on the convulsions that had my body jerk. But between those sensations, I felt him. Sensed how he lengthened and throbbed inside… How he filled me.
Once his breathing calmed, Sebian placed a peck on my cheek. “Let me take care of your wounds.” He pulled out of me and rose, his cock still plenty hard, and padded naked toward a small wooden box that stood on a nearby shelf. “Tarmoss salve?”
“Top left corner.” Malyr gave me a come-hither gesture, which had me roll onto my stomach, beckoning me to him on all fours. “Turn around. Show me those marks I left on you.”
Heart racing from physical exhaustion, I obediently turned around. He would fuck me from behind like the animals did it, wouldn’t he? Impersonal, distant, cold. Somehow, I couldn’t imagine it any other way with Malyr.
“Push it out,” he said. “I want to see his cum dripping from you. Want to see how he used you.”
Whatever muscles I worked must have been the right ones, because I felt Sebian’s seed—the seed of the wrong man—run out of me. And perhaps it would have dripped onto the pillows or down my thighs, wasn’t it for the way Malyr gathered it in his palm, and rubbed it, wet and warm, onto my right butt cheek.
Sebian returned with a small clay mug in his hand. “Her skin needs to be dry for this to soak in
and help with the healing.”
“Let me make it worth the expense.”
Slap.
Pain scalded my wet rear on impact, sending an echoing smack into the room. Gods fetch this miserable bastard; he wouldn’t even do me the courtesy of rutting me like a beast?
I hissed and spun around. “What of the betrothal!?”
Malyr took off his shirt, letting numbness spread across my fingertips as he tossed it to Sebian.
Dozens of deep welts marred his chest, his shoulders, his stomach, painting a savage picture I’d seen once or twice before on the unruliest of Tidestone prisoners.
Somehow, the gruesome sight made the sting more bearable as Sebian dried my inflamed skin with Malyr’s shirt, then slathered it in salve.
“They flogged you.” Perhaps as many times in the same spot as Malyr had spanked me earlier… “Now I understand what you meant when you said my father carved himself under your skin.”
“I wasn’t referring to these scars.” Malyr rose with a scoff and walked toward one of the flight holes, looking back at Sebian. “Help her move into the chambers across from mine. It allows for more… discretion. I want you to keep an eye on her at all times, or in short, I’m charging you with the protection of my betrothed.”
