Chapter 7

Kiara

The longer I'm anchored to this bed, with that bastard's cum on me, the angrier I become. Not only did I watch one of those Lycans hurt my friend, but now I'm stuck in my own kind of hell. My hands itch with the need to use my power, but as that rat bastard Mátyás said, they're being subdued by whatever protection spell is on this place.

My body has been burning up with an ache since they made me watch them fuck each other. Rubbing my thighs together can only do so much. I've never needed to come as badly as I do now, and it's all because of those pale bloodsuckers. It doesn't help that I have bad cramps. Of all the times for my period to make an appearance she chooses now. I lean back and rest my eyes, willing sleep to claim me. If I can't self-serve to take the edge off, sleep is my only other option.

When the door opens with a loud squeak, my whole body goes on high alert. In walk the two banes of my existence, wearing smug as fuck smiles and still shirtless. My gaze wants to drop down and admire those perfectly chiseled chests, but I remain strong and keep my eyes on theirs. The worst thing I can do is show them any weakness. And letting them see how much they affect me is the ultimate sign of it.

Mátyás waits at the foot of the bed as Elek closes the distance. I haven't been around them for long, but I've picked up on his predator tendencies. Elek's personality isn't that much different. Both enjoy watching me squirm.

"Miss us?" Elek grins, showing off his dimples. He'd get an earful if I didn't still have this damn scarf wrapped around my mouth. He leans over and finally unties it. The sides of my mouth ache from the fabric pinching into my skin for so long. "If we set you free, will you be a good girl and play nice?"

"I will never play nice." I should have lied so he'd release my wrists, but they'd be able to sense it anyway.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Mátyás swipes out his forked tongue along his bottom lip and winks. My eyes are drawn to that strange bird tattoo on his face. "How are you feeling?" He inhales a deep breath as his green gaze drops to the space between my legs.

My body stiffens. I forgot that they have an extremely good sense of smell. I'm sure both of them know that I've gotten my period by now.

"I'm fine." Another lie. I'd do anything to release the tension coiling up tight inside me.

"We can make it go away." Elek cocks his head to the side as he runs his finger down my arm. The soft touch leaves a trail of tingles in its wake. "Make you feel better than you've ever felt before." He watches me, waiting for me to give him a sign that I'm on board with what they're offering.

"Why would I agree to that when I despise you?" There's no mistaking they're the hunters, and I'm their prey in this scenario.

"You don't have to like us to fuck us." Mátyás grins and steps closer to the foot of the bed. His fingers rub the bottom of my foot as he speaks. Their touch is surprisingly warm for being who they are. "Let us make you feel good and show you what it feels like to belong to us."

Everything inside me ignites from the possessive tone in his words. The longer they touch me, the more impossible it is to maintain rational thought.

"You can't." I shift against the bed, wanting to give in more than anything.

"Why not?" Elek frowns.

"Because I started my period." A flush creeps across my face. I can't believe I've said that to them.

"You think that we're scared of a little blood?" Mátyás continues rubbing my foot, stroking up toward my calf. "It's added flavoring to our favorite meal."

"Things could get messy."

"The messier, the better." Elek leans down and teases my lips with his.

My hormones are overriding my senses, and I can feel myself beginning to waver. A foggy haze fills my head as I become lost under their spell. It's as if I'm free. Free from all reservations.

"If I agree, this changes nothing." I know I shouldn't give in, but my body begs to differ. Sometimes a girl needs to get fucked rough and hard. Whether she likes the people those dicks are attached to or not is irrelevant.

"We can live with that." The corners of Mátyás's mouth curve into a wide grin, causing the bird on his face to become misshapen.

Holding his stare, I relax against the mattress and spread my legs apart. "Then do your worst."

"As you wish, társam." Elek strips down and straddles my hips. Naked, he's quite the sight. I was too distracted by my annoyance earlier to take in the view. This time, I'm inspecting every inch with unabashed curiosity. Three silver barbells decorate the top side of his cock, and my insides clench, wondering what they'll feel like as they scrape along my inner walls while he savagely fucks me. His cock is long and thick, with a perfect mushroom-shaped tip. Veins throb on either side as a bead of cum drips from his tip. My mouth waters to lick it up, wanting his salty taste on my tongue.

"Like what you see?"

"It's okay." My insult would be more believable if I weren't already a panting mess. They haven't touched me yet, and I can already feel my wetness coating the inside of my thighs.

His fists grip the collar of my nightie and rip it right down the middle, exposing my breasts to him. "Your tits are perfect." He pinches my nipples until their rough, hard peaks and then grabs a handful of my breasts. "I'll be fucking these later."

"We'll see," I argue, and he laughs.

Mátyás kneels at the foot of the bed and runs his hands up and down my thighs, edging closer to my pussy, but never going any further.

"Don't tease me," I whine. I'm so worked up from their earlier show that it won't take long for him to give me what I need.

"Teasing is half the fun, kis boszorkány." Mátyás smiles, showing off the whites of his fangs. "It'll make your fall that much sweeter."

His fingers hook around the sides of my thong, and he rips it off in one pull. A whimper leaves me as the sting of pain from the material bites into my sides, but I don't have time to dwell on it. He shoves my knees up and sets the heels of my feet on his shoulders. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide open for him like a feast.

"Such a pretty cunt," he growls while Elek holds me captive with his gaze. I feel him grab the string of my tampon and pull it out.

Over Elek's shoulder, I can see him holding it up in front of him. He appears mesmerized by the bloody piece of cotton. Then he places it up to his nose and sniffs it. "You smell fucking delicious, but I bet you taste even better."

"Not fair that you get to taste her first." Elek groans as he strokes his hard cock.

Mátyás's lips curl into a smirk as he leans forward and pushes the used tampon into Elek's ass. "There. Now both have a taste of her."

"Fucking tease." Elek's eyes burn a bright blue as his hands tighten around the head of his hard length.

Mátyás lets out a deep chuckle as he dives back down between my legs. The heat of his breath skates across my exposed pussy as I feel his tongue lick across my slit. He lets out a guttural sound that vibrates through my bones.

My lower back bucks off the bed from the sudden invasion, but they're both pinning me in place, and I can't move. Every stroke of his forked tongue sets my insides on fire. Then he adds two fingers inside me, matching the tempo of his magical mouth.

"Oh fuck," I moan as he hooks his fingers, twisting and moving until he hits my G-spot. "More, please." My toes curl against his shoulder as my hands clench against the restraints.

"Shut her up, társam," he orders but never stops finger-fucking me.

"Gladly." Elek leans up on his knees, one hand wrapped around his thick cock, the other bracing on the headboard for balance. "Open up and take your treat like a good girl."

Eyes on him, I do what I'm told. My jaw slackens, and I open as wide as possible to take him. His size is larger than any man I've been with. He slips his cock past my lips, hissing between his teeth the moment he hits the back of my throat, gagging me. The metal of his piercings scrapes along the roof of my mouth, but he never stops. "Fuuuuck."

My wrists jerk against the iron that binds my wrists, wanting to touch him. To fist his cock and play with his balls as he fucks my face.

"More," Mátyás growls out as his movements become rougher. The warm wetness of his tongue lashes out against my clit, harder this time, sending bolts of electricity through me. The sides of his tongue flick at either side of my clit while his fingers continue their punishing pace. A few more swirls of his tongue has my hips arching off the bed and riding his face.

"That's it. Take my dick like a good little slut." Elek slides in and out, repeatedly slamming his hips forward, hitting the back of my throat. Drool drips down the sides of my mouth as my jaw is forced open painfully wide. His thumb swipes away a stray tear that has fallen and licks it off, but he never slows his rough assault on my mouth.

Warmth pools in my lower belly as they continue to use me. At this moment, I'm not a person but their own personal fuck doll, and I'm loving every second of it. The squishing sound of my wet pussy mixed with my slurping on Elek's cock fills the air around us.

"Let's see who can come first," Mátyás growls against my pussy.

"The way she swallows my dick like a greedy whore, it's going to be me," Elek hisses as my lips tighten around him. I stroke the underside of his cock with my tongue, working in tandem with what Mátyás's tongue is doing to my clit, and am rewarded with another groan of approval from Elek. The more I please him, the wetter my pussy becomes. I shouldn't be so turned on by this, and yet I am.

"Oh fuck," I mumble around Elek's cock.

Blood pounds in my ears as an overload of sensations courses through me. I don't know which way is up as they continue to have their way with me. It isn't long until my body tenses up with the telltale signs of what's to come.

My pussy throbs at the same time Elek's dick twitches in my mouth. A few more hard, fast pumps and an explosion of heat hits me deep in my core as Elek shoots his cum down the back of my throat. My body convulses and follows his over the crest and falls. I come so hard I see stars. The bed shakes from the weight of our trembling bodies as the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room.

"Fuck yeah, I knew you were a squirter," Mátyás groans as he laps up every last bit of my cum and blood.

"Swallow it all down." Elek holds himself against my face, making sure I do as I'm told. He takes a second to catch his breath before pulling out and getting off me.

I lie there spent and sated, unable to move from the pleasure they've given me, but they don't even wait for me to catch my breath before they're off me and walking out the door without a backward glance, leaving me a sopping, bleeding mess. I'm not sure what I expected to happen afterward, but it wasn't this.

"Don't leave me here," I shout as I tug on the iron that binds my wrists. I'm like an animal caught in a trap, ready to sever my limb for a taste of freedom. Blood drips down my arms the harder I fight until the pain becomes unbearable. Each time I yank on my arms, parts of my skin are ripped away. I'm raw and bloody. The possibility of freedom is the only thing keeping me going.

With my last bit of strength, I pull with everything I have. A burning warmth surrounds my left wrist as it finally comes free. I go to move my fingers for circulation, but nothing happens. Horror fills me when I see nothing but a bloody stump where my hand used to be.

I scream and jerk awake, my heart pounding against my ribs like I ran a marathon. When I glance around the room, I find I'm alone, and my nightie is still intact. Then I notice that I'm no longer bound to the headboard. I stare down at my hands, making sure there are still, in fact, two. I flex my fingers to make sure that I'm not hallucinating.

When I'm satisfied that I still have two hands, I sink into the mattress and sigh. Then I check my underwear and find out that my period never even came. It was all a damn dream. One I'm still coming down from.

Beads of sweat drip down between my breasts, but it's the wetness coating my inner thighs that has my body quivering. That was one of the most intense dreams I've ever had. Which means I'm in serious trouble.

I'm so focused on my aching core that I'm not paying attention to my surroundings. He steps out of the shadow in the corner, and I scream.