Chapter 20

Kiara

My finger toys with the stem of my empty wineglass while Ysabel does the finishing touches on my makeup. It's been five days since Elek and Mátyás told me we were celebrating tonight, and I've been on edge ever since. I've never met a Fallen before, and if I'm being honest, they scare the shit out of me.

"There." She paints my lips a deep red color and steps back to admire her handiwork. "Damn, I'm good." She holds up a mirror so that I can see for myself, and I'm almost speechless.

"Wow." My reflection takes my breath away. She's not wrong. Half of my face is done up in regular makeup, while the other half is a black-and-white skeleton with a few small black roses decorating the top of my forehead. "You really are good at this."

"Don't sound so surprised. When you have eternity to learn things, you become an expert." Her red-painted lips spread into a wide smile as she messes with a few strands of my hair that refuse to cooperate. Her makeup is done in a similar fashion, but her entire face is covered. "It's just nice to practice on someone who appreciates it. Sebo always complains that I'm taking too long or that I'm using too much blush. That last part might be a little true, but he has it coming." Her nose scrunches up in thought.

"That sounds like him." I laugh at that. I've picked up on how their relationship works in my time here. Sebo claims he can't stand her, but he's always tolerating things because she has no one else willing to do them with her.

A knock at the door cuts into our conversation, and in walk the two beings who have come to make my heart skip a beat. Their faces are painted up to match my makeup. The slight difference is that theirs are fully covered, like Ysabel's.

"You look beautiful." Elek's hungry gaze takes in the black velvet dress that Ysabel insisted I wear. The front dips down into a low V that stops at my belly button and shows off a decent amount of side boob, which means I'm going without a bra. Long sleeves cover my arms with a small cut-out by the shoulders. The bodice dips in at the waist, hugging every bit of my curves, leading to a floor-length skirt with cut-outs on either side that come all the way up to the tops of my hips, which makes wearing any underwear impossible. Gladiator-style stilettos that come up to mid-thigh finish off the look.

Mátyás takes one look at me, and his nostrils flare. "Tell Samael to fuck off, and we're canceling."

"What? Why?" I didn't get all done up to stay in my room.

"Because I'd rather stay here and fuck you in every hole until you're dripping with our cum and too weak to move." His green eyes glow, making my thighs clench at his words.

"As much as I'd like to, you know we can't do that. He'll come in here and make us put on an appearance. No one misses out on the Rapture. It's his way of welcoming new family members." Elek ever the voice of reason between the two. He tugs on a wavy strand of hair. "And I don't know about you, but I don't plan on stopping once we have her naked."

"Point taken." Mátyás rolls his eyes. "Let's get this over with then."

"I'd say we did good." Ysabel squeezes my shoulder and moves to walk out the door but stops. "And boys, I'm a bit partial to this dress. Try not to rip this one. Mmkay. See you in there." With that, she winks at me and disappears.

Once she's gone, I turn to the two men at my side. They're both dressed in black leather pants without shirts, showing off their ink and piercings. A part of me wants to take Mátyás up on his idea to stay in here for some naked time, but what he said has many questions forming. "What's the Rapture?"

"That, kis boszorkány, is a surprise." Mátyás grabs my hand and tugs me forward. I stumble on my stilettos and fall onto his bare chest.

"But we promise you'll like it." Elek runs a finger along my cheek and pulls back.

We step into the hall with them on either side of me and walk as one. The three of us enter the Great Hall, which has been completely transformed. We take our seats up on the small stage, where one long throne sits. It's wide, but not enough for three people. The rest of the coven has seats below the stage that align with ours.

Elek and Mátyás share a look as they sit. Before I know what's happening, they have me spun around and seated on their laps. My back is brushed up against their bare chests, and a leg rests on each of their thighs. I ignore the warmth flooding through me and take in the room.

Green cloth covers the entire area. Dancers dressed in green and gold costumes litter the back of the room. Their faces are painted in half gold and half green paint. A few aerial performers are sitting on giant hoops strung up in the center of the room.

Fire performers stand off to the side, wearing gold and green genie pants. A couple are swallowing down flaming swords while the other three swing around fire staffs. The movement is so fluid there's no telling where it ends or begins. It's an endless circle of fire.

An unusually tall man with raven hair steps up to the bottom of the stage where we're sitting and tilts his head to the side, studying me. It's a bit unnerving, but I take the opportunity to return the favor.

He's so tall that he towers over us, even from the stage where we're sitting. A black feathered robe opens straight down the middle, giving an unobstructed view of his chest. Black leather pants hug his legs. His face is painted in a similar style skull, bringing out his black eyes. The black edges around his mouth extend halfway up to his cheeks. There's a small silver barbell in his bottom lip, and his ears have thick black gauges in them.

"Carnival of Sins feeds on humanity's sins. It courses through our blood like a drug, taking from those less deserving. For envy and jealousy are two sides of the same coin." Samael grins, showing off his fangs. "Welcome to the family, Kiara."

"Wonderland" by Neoni begins to play, and the performers move to the seductive rhythm.

My eyes widen, taking in all the beauty of the show. I've never seen anything like it. The raw power of sexual hunger has no limits. It's intoxicating. My core clenches the longer I watch them. Adrenaline courses through me as if something deep inside is being awakened. I'm high off the energy that's beginning to swirl around the room.

The scent of my arousal must linger in the air. Because Mátyás and Elek close their legs, spreading mine wider in the process. Elek slips his hand under the skirt of my dress, running his fingers over the crease in my thigh, brushing over my pussy, but never daring to go further.

My pulse pounds in my ears as he teases me, but I never look away from what is happening in front of us. The music vibrates against my body in tune with my frantic heart as beads of sweat drip down between my breasts. There's a steady hum of electricity buzzing beneath the surface of my skin the longer he taunts me.

Dancers fade into the background as the fire breathers step into view. They don't speak, but they don't have to. I can feel their power from where I'm seated.

Yellow eyes glow against the sparkling green paint that covers their faces. Horns protrude out of the sides of their foreheads. They're wearing gold metallic pants and matching wrist cuffs but nothing else. More sparkly green paint covers their bare chests, outlining every inch of muscle and piercings they have. A row of gold piercings travels all the way down from their ribs down past their stomachs, stopping at the V in their waists.

Metal spikes protrude from the skin on their backs, with more spiral-shaped metal at the top connecting each piece. Flames shoot out one end, going all the way across to the other. The two on the side hold metal shaped like a lotus flower with flames erupting from the tips. Their hands move, and the ends begin to spin.

The one in the middle is holding a whip covered in flames. His gaze travels down between my legs before meeting mine and smirking. Heat fills my cheeks at what he knows, and I attempt to look away, but Mátyás stops me.

"Don't ever be ashamed of the pleasure we give you, kis boszorkány. Let them see how beautiful you look when you come. How your mates worship this cunt—our cunt."

The demon that I caught staring winks as if he heard every word and snaps his whip out to the side, drawing my attention to the side where a new element of the show is waiting.

"I Wanna Be Your Slave" by Jay D Stryder fills the room as the scene changes. Both fire breathers step off to the side, becoming part of the background. The demon that was eyeing me earlier walks over to the side until he's standing in front of a St. Andrew's Cross. A woman wearing nothing but gold tassels on her nipples is strapped to it, with her back against the wooden cross. Metallic green paint covers her entire body, with gold scales decorating her lower half. Her violet eyes are covered with a gold mask as she watches the demon. The tassels on her nipples move with every heaving breath she takes as she awaits her fate. Lucky for her, the demon doesn't keep her waiting long.

He takes the flame-covered whip and drags it across her chest, down her body, singing the skin in its wake. The wounds heal as fast as they appeared, proving she isn't human. She gasps and arches her back as he continues torturing her with fire.

Elek continues to play with me as I watch the demon play with the woman, bringing me closer and closer to the edge until I can't take anymore. He's teasing me the same way the demon is taunting his victim. His fingers spread my lips open and pinch my clit. Shivers crawl up my spine from the shock of it. The movements are rough and domineering as he keeps toying with me, getting me closer and closer to the edge but never letting me come.

"You move, and he stops." Mátyás kisses the side of my head but never takes his eyes off the performers.

My pulse pounds in my ears as all of the blood in my body is being diverted to my pussy. I swallow past the dryness in my throat and do my best to remain still. My fingers dig into their thighs the more intense the sensations become. I want nothing more than to grind down on their thighs to bring forth the release I need so badly, but something tells me they won't let that happen.

"Please," the woman's pleas mirror my own thoughts, bringing my attention back to the scene before us.

The demon cocks his head to the side, thinking something over. Then he smiles, grabs the top of the cross, and spins the contraption until she's upside down. Her raven hair hangs down, touching the floor, but her eyes never leave his. There's no mistaking the trust these two share as she lets him do whatever he pleases.

He inserts the flaming whip inside her pussy, and she groans. Not satisfied with that, he unzips his pants and stuffs his cock into her mouth. Never moving from his position, he flicks out his forked tongue lashing at her like a lizard, stroking her clit at the same time he begins to move the flaming whip in and out of her. The more she makes noise, the harder his hips move as he fucks her face.

Watching how he pleases her has my body feeling the flames as if they were inside of me. Each movement is strong and precise, with one end goal in mind. Her absolute pleasure.

The heavy base of the music vibrates in tune with the sounds of the performers fucking each other, making my pulse race and causing an ache to stir deep within me. I'm dangling on the ledge, wanting nothing more than to fall and sink into the abyss of my orgasm, but the bastards won't let me.

Both performers reach their orgasms as the song reaches its final peak. As soon as the woman comes, she squirts all over the whip, putting out the flames.

The music fades as everyone in the room claps for their performance. Mine are still digging into their thighs. I'm afraid to move them for fear he will stop. Like he can read my mind, Elek removes his hand, receiving a growl of protest from me.

"Now comes the fun part, társam." He laughs next to my ear, the vibrations of his chest making his leather-covered thigh brush my bare clit and causing a whimper to escape me.

A trumpet sounds, and everyone grows quiet as Samael strolls back to the front of the room, wearing that same devilish smirk.

"For the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed." He quotes a passage from First Corinthians in the Bible as he commands the attention of everyone in the room. "The Rapture is the ending of one and the beginning of another. Go forth and enjoy yourselves. We'll show ourselves out." He winks at me and steps back, disappearing into the crowd.

Without a word, demons and vampires follow Samael out of the throne room, leaving the three of us.

"Are you in the mood to play with us, kis boszorkány?" There's no missing the nefariousness in Mátyás's tone as he tugs on the lobe of my ear.

"Because we're in the mood to play with you." Elek fists my hair and pulls my head back, licking along the column of my throat.

My eyes take in their strong gazes as my body all but begs me to take what they offer. In the days since I've been here, they have crumbled my walls to dust. I realize in this moment that I'll give them anything they ask of me and beg that they take more. I'm in serious trouble.