Chapter 23: Amri

Eyes wide, Damion slowly walks over to the bed, his eyes darting from me, over to Callyx and Vincent kissing beside me. I sit up on my knees and reach for Damion, grabbing his hand when he gets close enough and pulling him toward me.

He looks nervous; but I can tell from the bulge in his pants that he likes what he sees. I let go of his hand, sliding my hands along his abs and down to the waistband of his pants, teasing my fingertips along his hips. He smiles down at me, grabbing my chin in one hand and swiping his thumb across my bottom lip.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Ree?"

I hear Callyx moaning in the background and feel eyes heating my back with their stare. Vincent may have half of Callyx's attention, but I have the other half – even while giving all my attention to Damion. Damion's hand reaches down and palms my ass, squeezing it gently before running his hand up my spine, sending goosebumps all along my body .

He stares down into my eyes, and it hits me that he's still waiting for an answer. "Yes."

He smiles, biting his lip and continuing to stare at me as he finishes undressing. Slowly, he climbs onto the bed in front of me, causing me to back up. Damion smirks as I nearly fall when I bump into Callyx, but an arm around the waist catches me.

"Hey, kitten, miss me?"

I turn toward Callyx and press a soft kiss to his lips. "Always."

Damion motions at me to lay down and I follow his orders, my head pressing against Callyx's thigh as I spread my thighs for Damion.

He crawls toward me, kissing up my thigh, my stomach, my breasts until he gets to my neck where he begins to nibble and suck at the space between my neck and collarbone. I moan, threading my fingers through his hair and bringing him closer, unsure of what I need but knowing I need something he's not giving me. Moments later, I feel his teeth bite my neck and suck the tender skin into his mouth. I arch up, holding him close to me as he continues to mark me with his mouth.

He pulls away, pressing a fist to his mouth and gently wiping the area he bit with his other hand. "Oh my God, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that."

I hear Callyx groan beside me as Vincent's head comes up and into view. "It's the bond. We've all accepted it and now we're…initiating it. The urge to mark her as yours will be stronger now, but not as strong as it will be when we're all fully bonded."

Damion looks at me confused before nodding to Vincent .

"Okay, Vinny, you explained things now get back to making me cum." Callyx reaches up and grabs Vincent's head, pulling him back down to his cock until Vincent opens up and takes him in his mouth again.

Damion watches with an odd look on his face. He looks guarded but fascinated at the same time. He shakes his head before turning back to me and grabbing my thighs, lifting me and pulling me toward him until I feel his cock pressing against me.

He reaches down, running fingers along my pussy and gently rubbing my clit. "Looks like you've had a fun time while I was gone."

I nod.

"Do you want me to cum in you, too? Do you want to me to fill you up until it's spilling out of you, mixing with that of your other mates?"

My chest heaves with his words, and I nod again. I guess I'm getting to see a new side of everyone tonight. The dirty talking Damion, the submissive Vincent and the Callyx who is actually in control. I love it all. Even if I do prefer out of control Callyx.

I feel Damion start to push in and I look down to watch. It's so erotic to see his cock pushing into me. His isn't as thick as Vincent's, but it's longer – that would make Zain and Callyx the happy medium. But, God, they all feel perfect. He bottoms out in me, causing both of us to moan out. I lay my head back down, raising my arms up and grabbing a post of the bed to stabilize myself as he begins thrusting. I can't help but moan, especially when he leans down and grabs both my boobs in his hands, using them as a leverage to pull my body down onto his every time he thrusts .

"Fuck, Ree, you feel so good." I watch his face contorting with pleasure as he continues to fuck me. I smile to myself as I catch his eyes darting over to Vincent and Callyx beside me. He thinks he's being slick, but he's not.

I must not be the only one who notices, because only a few more seconds tick by before I see Callyx look up, his face lighting up with a smirk.

"Like what you see, Casanova?"

Damion doesn't answer, instead he takes it out on me, thrusting into me harder as he continues to stare Callyx straight in the face. The sexual tension between them is impossible not to feel, and apparently, I'm not the only one that thinks so.

Vincent's head comes back up, eyes darting back and forth between Callyx and Damion. "Have you ever been with a man before, Damion?"

Damion's movements falter as he shakes his head no, but he quickly picks up the pace, causing me to moan out in surprise. I watch as Callyx leans in, grabbing Damion by the back of the neck and pulling him forward until their lips meet right above me.

Neither of them hesitates, lips moving together with more passion than I've ever seen, but I know I've felt. Vincent goes back down to suck on Callyx's cock, and the whole scene together has me about to explode. Damion must feel me tensing, because he pulls away and places his hands on my hips, slamming into me harder than I can handle.

I scream out, body shaking as I cum. Damion curses and continues the pace as I soak his cock, and I hear Callyx moan from beside me and turn to see cum spilling from Vincent's mouth .

"Fuck!" Damion screams out, his grip on my hips just as rough as Zain's was earlier. I hear movement from beside me and watch as Callyx moves over to beside Damion. He grabs Damion's neck, turning his head and kissing him. Callyx's hand slides down to me, rubbing my clit as Damion fucks me, and I groan in frustration as his hand disappears. Vincent appears in my cloudy vision, smiling as he leans in to kiss me. His lips taste salty, and it makes me moan out into his mouth knowing where that taste came from.

Damion moans out above me, cursing, "Fuck, Callyx, do that again. Do it again, please."

I tilt my head and realize Callyx's hand is down under me and Damion, his fingers lightly brushing against my ass, and it hits me. Callyx is playing with Damion's ass.

I feel myself getting even more wet with the thought, and I feel Damion freeze up before slamming back into me, filling me with cum for the third time tonight. Vincent kisses me at the same time that I see Callyx kiss Damion, all of us slowly coming down from the high we all experienced together.

Damion and Callyx move away, each of them lying down at the top of the bed. Vincent and I follow, all of us cuddling into each other. I sigh, smiling at the contentment I feel in this moment. If you would have told me a few months ago that I would be in a relationship like this, loved by all these men, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am. Surrounded by each one of my mates, ‘freshly fucked' as Callyx put it earlier, I couldn't be happier.

I look around, seeing Callyx with his head against Damion, whispering something into his ear that causes Damion to laugh. Vincent's head lays on my chest, my fingers running through his hair as he traces circles on my stomach. Damion has one hand in mine and Callyx has a hand sitting on my side, right beside where Vincent draws the circles. Each one of us is connected to each other.

No one says anything, content in the silence surrounding us. I listen to the breathing around me, everyone slowly coming down from the adrenaline rush. It sounds like music, everyone at their own pace, their own depth, mixing together to create something so beautiful it nearly makes me cry.

A sudden bang jolts me out of my thoughts and up out of bed, I pull a sheet up around my naked chest and around my hips, but none of the men beside me seem to care.

Looking over to the large set of double doors, I see a man standing there, a sneer on his face as he looks at all of us. His eyes narrow on Vincent before travelling over to me, where they widen.

"I felt the mating bond begin. Bring your mates to the viewing room where I can properly meet them."

Vincent sighs, inclining his head in acknowledgment. "Yes, father."

The man turns on his heels and walks out, not bothering to close the door behind him.

"Um, who was that?" I look to Vincent, demanding an explanation.

"That was my father. You all don't have to follow if you don't want to, but I highly suggest you do."

I immediately sit up and begin to run my fingers through my curls to try and tame them as much as possible. "How did he even know we were here?"

Vincent gets out of bed and quickly dresses in the same clothes he had on before, not bothering to button up his shirt. "Reapers usually have one power they excel in, one thing they're known for. My father's power is energy. It's what makes him so powerful. He can sense everyone around him and their emotions. He probably sensed as soon as we started the bond."

I don't even know how to respond, so I don't. Instead, I focus on getting dressed, checking myself over in the mirror really quick to make sure I'm at least presentable. Even though my future father-in-law just caught me in his son's bed…completely naked…with two other men (kinda), I still want to make a good impression.

"I don't have a shirt," Damion speaks up from his position by the bed, looking wide-eyed in Vincent's direction.

Vincent waves his hand. "Don't worry about it, I promise you that your abs, however impressive, are going to be the last thing my father is worried about."

Damion shrugs and we all follow Vincent out into the hall. I've never been outside of his room, but the décor in the hall screams money just like his bedroom does. The hall is a light gray color, gold accents at every doorknob, window and decoration. Giant paintings line the walls, but none of them have Vincent's initials at the bottom. I checked. We follow him down a few hallways, each one with more openings and doorways than the last.

"You could get lost in here."

Vincent nods ahead of me, "You could. I did plenty of times as a child when I was exploring."

Huh. I continue to look at each painting, taking in the details and committing them to memory. If this is to be my home before too long, I need to at least try and remember where things are, so I don't get lost, too.

A giant painting at the end of the hall we're in catches my eye. It's of four men, each one riding a different horse and storming into battle. Vincent stops when he notices I'm no longer following, and I hear him walk up to my side.

"The Four Horsemen."

"Who is who? I can't remember the whole story."

Vincent points to the one on the far right, "That's Famine, with the white horse." He goes down the line, confusing me the more and more he goes. "Black is Death, red is War, and gold is Conquest."

I shake my head, "That doesn't seem right. I thought Death had the white horse."

"The storybooks always get it wrong. And by the way, Famine would be pissed if you called him Death. Death also wouldn't like it very much."

We all start walking again, turning down yet another hallway. "Wait, they're real?"

"Of course, they're real."

"Is Death a reaper?"

Vincent stays silent for a long moment before he answers. "He was. He's the oldest, and most powerful, Reaper in history. He left for the Horsemen when he lost the throne."

"Why did he – "

Vincent stops in front of a set of double doors. "I promise, I'll answer every single one of your questions later." He turns toward me. "When we walk through this door, I need you to promise me that you won't say a word to my father. Let me do all the talking."

I nod, if only for Vincent's sake. He looks…scared.

Vincent nods back before opening the doors and walking through, head held high and hands clasped behind his back. I watch him as he approaches his father, looking like a fallen prince dressed in his dark suit, chest displaying all his tattoos. And he still looks regal.

His father sits on a pedestal at the front of the room. He doesn't look old enough to have a son over two hundred years old, but I guess that's a perk of immortality. His dark hair, colored exactly like his son's, is styled close to his head. His black eyes shine with an emotion that makes my skin crawl, as if a thousand ants were marching their way up my spine right at this very moment. He eyes each one of us, his gaze narrowing the more he stares.

Vincent bows his head slightly, "Father. I would like to introduce my mates."

His father rolls his eyes and sits up straighter in the throne. Wait…a throne?

"How many times have I told you, Vincent, that when I am sitting on this throne, I am no longer your father, but your king."

My eyes widen as I look over at Vincent. "King?" I whisper, careful not to interrupt Vincent and his father's conversation.

"Surprise, kitten, our mate is a prince."

I hear Callyx whisper from beside me, but when I look over, he's staring straight at Vincent's father.

I look back up to the throne to see the king staring at me.

"Allow me to apologize for my son's lack of manners. I am King Balthazar." He smiles at me something wicked, and the ant sensation returns.

I bow my head, not saying a word like Vincent told me.

"Well, I see my son has advised you well. I just wanted to introduce myself, since once this bonding is complete, you will all be my subjects as well."

None of us says a word .

"Tell me your names."

Callyx speaks first. "My name is Callyx. My brother is Zain."

He keeps it short and sweet, causing Balthazar to smile. "You are the one with two souls."

Callyx nods but doesn't say another word. Damion speaks up.

"My name is Damion."

Balthazar tilts his head, looking at Damion for a long moment. "You're the new addition."

Damion nods.

"And there's nothing special about you. You're just regular. Human."

Damion doesn't move, but the way Balthazar says human makes me weary. Why does he say human like…he expected him not to be?

"And you?" I find Balthazar staring at me, waiting.

"Amri."

He smiles so wide it looks downright scary, "Amri. Tell me more about yourself, Amri."

I open my mouth to speak, unsure of what I'd even say, but Vincent cuts in.

"I would love to stay father, but they all really must be getting back. It will be time for them to wake up soon."

I look over to him, confusion making its way through me. Why doesn't he want me to talk to his father? Why is he sending us back?

Balthazar waves his hand, suddenly looking bored while dismissing us.

"Come on."

We all turn and head back to the double doors, the light in the hallway suddenly looking like a saving grace from the stifling air in this room.

"Oh, Amri."

I turn to see Balthazar staring me down, his black eyes boring fiery holes into my soul.

"It was so nice to meet you, dear. I can't wait to hear more about you."

I turn back around, unable to even think of a response to his threat shrouded in pretty words.

The first half of our walk back to Vincent's room is silent, none of us speaking a word and instead all consumed with our raging thoughts. That's at least what I assumed based on the thick tension in the air between all four of us.

Vincent is a prince. The prince of the Reaper's. Not only that, but his father doesn't seem to approve of me, or Damion for that matter. It doesn't seem like his father likes Vincent at all, honestly. Is this why he is having Callyx and Zain train me? Is he scared of his father?

None of this makes any sense.

"Your father didn't seem to like me very much." Damion mimics my earlier thoughts with his words, causing me to look over at him and see the confused and hurt look on his face.

Vincent takes a quick look at him before shaking his head. "Don't take it personal. My father's problem is with me."

"What do you mean?"

"I had a meeting with him before. He doesn't approve of me having four mates. Thinks I can't handle it."

I take Vincent's hand in mine, squeezing it as I bring it up to my lips for a soft kiss. "Then we prove him wrong."