26. Chapter 26

Chapter twenty-six

W e were back bright and early the next day. I felt insanely relaxed after Callum thoroughly fucked me. He took his time with me until I was a wriggling mess and came all over his face.

I sighed in pleasure at the memory, smiling to myself as I ignored the rest of them, knowing they had heard me, and knew who put a smile on my face.

More hours passed as I finished the book and started a newer, shorter one. I finished it by the time the light faded from the room. I conjured balls of light for each of us so that we could continue reading into the night.

After two full days, nothing had been accomplished besides a dip in morale, not to my surprise. I had warned them that this wouldn’t be as easy as they thought. I think Soren only suggested it to keep my mind clear of darker thoughts.

He would be horrified to find out just how dark my thoughts already were.

I got up and walked to the window, needing a reprieve from the monotony of reading. I carefully crossed my arms and leaned against the windowsill, staring out at the garden below.

My beloved rose garden. I planted the garden a few years after everyone died in front of the castle so that I could see it every day. I don’t know why I did it as I was still so full of a raging anger that I suppose I just needed to focus on something good. Something that helped me to not forget the past.

Roses were Belle’s favorite flowers. She used to tell me that they were her favorite because it was part of my name, part of me. Having the garden reminded me that I needed to be strong for her. That I wouldn’t allow Circe to break me. I never realized that I had been broken long before Circe arrived.

My thoughts wandered back to the humans behind me. My thoughts always went back to them, wanting to focus on happier memories. Of cocks buried inside of me. Of soft lips caressing mine. Being held. Desires that ignited whenever they were in a room. Of friendships created out of despair and mutual understanding. It was more than I had ever been given.

Even when I was human, I was never close to anyone my age, having always felt a disconnect between myself and others. I never let anyone in besides my family, Belle and…Circe.

So, just thinking of letting them in terrified me.

But could it be that simple?

Could I trust them? Could I truly let go?

Could I simply decide to change? Wake up and decide to be someone different? Someone loving, caring, trusting ? I suppose that was what being human was all about—choosing to be someone different despite your past mistakes. To wake up and choose to be better.

The idea was absurd and confusing.

Soren sat across from me, mirroring my movements. “It has been weeks since you last answered a question of mine.”

I looked at him and chuckled. It was a small laugh, but it was genuine. Not forced. It felt good. “Was my story a few days ago not enough to keep you reeling for years to come?”

“I don’t believe I have ever heard you laugh,” Soren said as wonder sparked in those ocean-blue eyes.

“You may be shocked at this revelation, but I used to do quite a bit of it.”

“You don’t say.” Soren looked outside and then back at me, like he was taking a moment to ponder. “Nope. Don’t believe you. Do it again; I think I imagined it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh again and playfully push his shoulder. He was being playful, and I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lightened. He had the sleeves of his white undershirt pushed up taut against his lean arms. I wouldn’t say they were slender. No, he was muscular, but not bulky. I wanted to run my hands up his arms and feel just how tight the sleeves were against him, but I refrained. Instead, I looked at his face. He was wearing his glasses, which made him look sophisticated and boyish at the same time. And when he bowed his head down, his golden hair fell into his eyes.

I had to tear my eyes away.

“Your grace, how about we retire for the night? Hearing you laugh has me hard for you.” Callum was at my side, hands racking over my body. He had become more emboldened ever since I kissed him, touching and kissing me any chance he could.

“No need to worry, little bird. Soren doesn’t wish to fuck me; he only wants my mind.”

Callum looked at Soren. “Then he’s a fool.” He lifted my hand and kissed the back of it.

I reached up and patted his face hard enough to make him gasp. “On the other hand, Bastian, you may have to worry about.”

I bit my lip as I gazed at Bastian from under my lashes, and the look he gave me was feral. As much as I willed my body to not react, a pulse shot through me, remembering the delicious way he had choked me against the tree.

“Your grace?”

Callum pulled me from my thoughts, and I stilled when I felt my hand absentmindedly skim my neck, remembering how Bastian’s hand had felt. I forced it down and looked quickly away from Bastian. Smiling wickedly back up at Callum, I said, “Let’s go break a bed, shall we?”

We had barely entered my chambers when Callum was on me, mouth skimming my neck, hands squeezing my ass to his already hardened length. My nipples pebbled at the change in pace. He missed this—us—together, multiple times a day. He was making up for lost time.

I pulled his hair back, and ran my tongue up his neck, tasting him, needing to drink him in.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I smiled against his neck and turned around, giving him my back. He leaned down and kissed up my shoulder, then nibbled the lobe of my ear while unlacing my dress, letting it drop to the ground. Layer after layer until I was just in my stockings.

I raised a knee and placed it on the bed, leaning over to show him exactly what I wanted him to focus on. I heard him whimper behind me as he got on his knees, lifted my foot, and licked the sole, sucking on each and every toe, taking his time.

He splayed his hands on my thighs, rubbing them up and down as his nose skimmed my inner thigh before spreading my ass and pressing his face against me, inhaling deeply. I had to hold onto the sheets for support, my legs suddenly going weak. The material of my culotte was thin enough for me to feel his hot breath and the lap of his tongue.

He pulled them down over my waist, down my legs, and threw them aside. I turned my head, our eyes landed on each other, and he leaned in to run his tongue from my clit all the way up to my ass. His tongue swirled around my back entrance, making my insides melt.

“Callum.” His name came out in a whisper, unable to speak louder. I reached behind me and grabbed his hair, pushing him closer. His movements turned frenzied, my movements started jerking and I knew I was close. He reached his hand between my legs and circled my clit with his fingers. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and screamed out his name.

We were both breathing hard as he kissed each cheek before standing behind me and grabbing onto my hips. I lifted myself, grabbed his arm, and tugged him until he stood between me and the bed.

I pushed him back hard enough that he bounced a few times when he fell. I swayed my hips, gliding my hands from my hips up to my chest and up to my hair. He slid up onto his forearms and watched me, enjoying the show.

I closed my eyes and lifted my head as I fully let go and allowed myself to be in this moment with him. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, fisting himself, getting ready for me. It was a beautiful sight to behold. I removed his hand and replaced it with my own. I had never done this, never cared to, but tonight felt different. I felt more connected to Callum than I had ever before. He raised his hand, palming one breast, tongue flicking the other. He bit my nipple and I arched into him. It was delectable.

I gripped him harder, not taking my eyes off him to gauge his reaction, seeing how much he could handle. He hissed through his teeth as I stroked him harder, and I kneeled in front of him.

“Fuck. Just like that.” His body jerked as he felt my hands over him. He tried to keep his eyes open, but couldn’t help but hang his head back and enjoy the pleasure that I was finally bestowing upon him.

Sparks erupted all over my body. I couldn’t handle this anymore.

I pushed him until he was lying on his back and straddled his waist. His cock was hard against my ass. He fisted his hands in the sheets, needing to grip something as I moved my hips in slow circles, tormenting him. I reached up and pinched my nipples between my fingers, threw my head back, and moaned loud enough that Callum bucked under me.

“Please, your grace. I’ve been a good boy, right?” He was begging. Fuck, I loved it when he begged. “Please…”

I reached behind me, fisted him in my hand, lifted myself up, and slowly sank down on him until he was balls deep inside my pussy. I didn’t want to rush, wanting to feel every stroke.

I looked over at the open balcony. The moon was prevalent and shone brightly in the sky, even through the fog. A full moon. Full of wonder and, in this case, lust. Then, I felt a presence behind us.

As we kept a slow and steady tempo, I threw my head back, calling out Callum’s name. I ignored the figure at the door, wanting him to see exactly what he was missing out on. I made him wait for a few more moments before I said without stopping, “If you are going to watch, then you may as well get a better view.”

Callum stopped and was about to ask when the door opened, but Bastian stood there, panting.

I smirked at him. “Did you go for a run?”

He didn’t answer but didn’t step into the room either.

Well, if he wasn’t going to answer then… Callum draped his head back, moaning, as I painfully slowed the pace. Now that we had an audience, I wanted to take my time. I leaned against Callum’s chest, arching my back as much as I could, and lifted myself off of Callum, all the way to the tip, then slowly sat back down, ensuring Bastian saw everything.

Saw how swollen my lips were.

I swore I heard Bastian’s heart beating hard in his chest. I jumped when there was a loud noise at the door. I turned around and saw that his fist was above his head. Had he just hit the doorframe?

I eased off of Callum, my pussy begging to have someone inside once more, and walked to Bastian, who looked wild, eyes crazed like he was going to attack me at any sudden movement.

Like he was the beast, and I was the prey.

I licked my lips, wondering what was going to happen next. I felt lighter ever since I talked to Emilia. She was right; life was too short. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I wanted his mouth back on mine.

“Tell me something. What exactly would you do to touch me again?”

He swallowed and continued staring down at me, not moving a muscle.

I scoffed—he was not ready—and half turned to head back to Callum when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

I stilled.

Bastian had knelt on his knees in front of me, staring up at me.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You asked me what I would do to touch you again. This.”

“You’re serious.”

“I told you I wanted you. I have regretted that night with my father ever since. And hearing you fucking him for the past couple of nights had me wanting to charge into this room and—”

“And what?” I asked, holding my breath. “And what, hunter?”

“My name is Bastian.” He gritted his teeth. “Use it when I am fucking you tonight.”

He was so confident that I would allow him back in my bed. I cocked my head and gave him a sly smile. “It seems as though your eyes aren’t working.” I half-turned back toward Callum and said, “I am currently in the middle of something.”

He didn’t say anything, so I looked down at him from the corner of my eye and found him staring, not at me, but at Callum. His eyes scanned Callum’s naked and erect form sitting on the bed.

I knew it.

I looked back at Callum whose eyes were just as hooded as Bastian’s, and I smiled wickedly. I said nothing as I had him stand and hooked a finger through the top of his trousers, leading him to the bed.

He didn’t resist, but I could feel his body tense with each step we took until we were a foot away.

No one said anything. I had never experienced this before, but I was more than ready. Looking up into Bastian’s eyes, the hesitation was clearly evident, though not surprising. I knew the type of upbringing he came from. I saw it in his mind when he first arrived here. Traditional gender roles, the pressure of producing an heir, and giving up everything one was in order to ascertain these goals. I was all too familiar with it. Enjoying the company of the same sex was highly frowned upon and if such relations were to happen, then it was kept in secret. Something to be ashamed of.

But not here.

I ran my hands up his hairy chest, standing between the two, grabbed his face between my hands, and forced Bastian to look at me. The way he looked down upon me was worrisome; he was no longer arrogant or proud, but rather timid like a small child—scared and nervous.

Shame passed across those moss-green eyes.

That wouldn’t do.

“Bastian.” He tried to move away, but I pulled him back. “You may leave if you like, and neither one of us will say a word. But…” I paused, making sure to get my point across, “Just know there are no judgments here. Don’t be ashamed to be exactly who you are with us. You said it, didn’t you? That I made you feel like you finally knew yourself?”

My breath caught in my throat when another look passed his features—love. He looked like a man in love.

I couldn’t handle that look any longer and asked Callum, “You’re interested too, aren’t you?”

He answered me by getting up and standing in front of Bastian. Bastian became tense, warring with himself, if he wanted this, if he was finally ready to give in.

I stood next to them. “You can leave right now. Everything we do here is by choice, and no, I won’t get mad if you leave.” He didn’t move a muscle, so I continued, “Don’t think. Just do what feels right. You can be yourself here.”

Callum wrapped his hands around the nape of Bastian’s neck, and pulled him closer until their mouths met. It took one last tense moment before Bastian finally let go and kissed him back.

I had no idea that watching two men kissing each other would turn me on as much as it did. The passion in the kiss, the way Bastian’s mouth moved, was as if he had wanted to do this his entire life. As if he had been deprived of oxygen and only now was getting the reprieve he desired.

After a moment, Callum pulled away and started undoing his belt and all of our breaths went ragged. I walked behind Bastian and reached around, pulling off his shirt until he was bare in front of us.

He began to crawl on the bed when I stopped him and turned him so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked at Callum, who smiled and got on his knees and started rubbing Bastian’s cock up and down. Then he took him in his mouth and went slow.

Bastian threw his head back and moaned. I seated myself behind him, pushing his hair out of the way, and licked from his collarbone all the way up his neck. I nibbled on his ear, clawing my hands down his chest as he hissed.

Once Callum was satisfied, he brought Bastian’s face down to his, letting Bastian taste himself. The need to have them both was overwhelming, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I pulled Bastian back onto the bed until his back rested against the headboard, and I straddled him. I kissed down his chest, nipping him as I went along. I could feel his cock throb beneath me. He loved pain just as much as Callum and I.

Callum moved to his side, on his knees next to Bastian. Bastian took no time in grabbing his hard cock and licked his tip tentatively as Callum gripped the headboard for support. Callum gripped Bastian’s head and guided him to take him in his mouth, but waited until I was seated on Bastian’s tip. At the same time, Bastian took Callum in his mouth, I slid down Bastian’s cock.

Fuck. I missed this.

Bastian’s cock curved a little bit up, hitting that perfect bundle of nerves inside of me. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his thighs, and rode him without abandon. I couldn’t handle the looks of ecstasy on both of their faces; I had to throw my head back, screaming, calling out their names.

We were a mess of moans as the sound of our bodies slapped against each other—my new favorite sound.

Callum’s body jerked as he came inside Bastian’s mouth. Bastian bucked his hips, which hit a deeper part of me. “Bastian! Yes!”

I don’t know how it happened, but I became even wetter seeing him pull away from Callum’s cock, cum running down his chin, and said to Callum, “I think it’s time we give our queen a little royal attention.”

They both looked at me as Callum moved behind me, and I could have almost squealed with excitement. Bastian leaned me forward while I was still inside him as Callum settled behind me, spreading my ass. I kept staring into Bastian’s eyes as I heard Callum spit and then felt him position himself, rubbing me with his tip, getting me ready.

I have had Callum fuck my ass before, but I had never had two men at once. I was a bit nervous and Bastian could read it on my face. I could have sworn he grinned a little. He brought my lips to him as Callum slowly pushed himself into me. Inch by fucking inch. So slow. Letting me get used to the sensation of how full I was.

I couldn’t breathe.

Bastian bit my lip, and I opened my mouth, needing him to explore me, distracting my mind.

I made a pained noise, and Callum stopped and began to slide out of me, but I insisted, “Do not pull out. Just give me a moment.” I took a few deep breaths, my head resting on Bastian’s shoulder, tears stinging my eyes from how intense it all felt. They weren’t moving, so I slowly sat back on Callum, going at my own pace until they were both fully inside.

Even though it was painful, it was also riveting.

After a few moments, there was another feeling working its way through me. My body was begging me for more friction, and I gave her exactly what she asked for. I commanded, “Fuck me.”

They both took their duty seriously and got into a rhythm that had my legs shaking and all I could do was hang on and moan in Bastian’s ear as their punishing movements were relentless.

I could feel my walls squeezing around them, and they became feral—that was my undoing. I called out Bastian’s name first, followed by Callum as I felt each of their releases.

Callum pulled out of me until the tip and then rammed back into me, making my legs fully give out and I landed on Bastian’s chest.

We laid there for who knows how long. Time had never been relevant, but I swear that time stopped. I was getting wet all over again at the feel of their throbbing cocks.

That was new.

Callum had never been inside of me long enough after to feel the pulsing sensation that had my toes curling. I pushed back against Callum, and he pulled out of me, laying on one side of Bastian and I pulled out, laying on his other side.

No one said a word. No one moved.

The cum between my legs hadn’t subsided, and I knew that what we had just done wasn’t enough. I was riding a high that the poison had never once given me.

I almost started crying when I choked it back as I thought… If this is what it means to stay here. In choosing to live. Then maybe this was enough.

I pushed the thoughts away, turned on my side, and slid my hands over Bast’s chest in lazy circles.

I gave them both a wicked smile and asked, “Ready to go again?”