Chapter 15

Icrash through anyone in my way, barging past them as I run with all my might towards the woods.

Run. That's all I can think.

Run!

Before I can reach the trees, one of the human guards blocks my path. Skidding to a stop before I collide with his chest, I divert. At every turn, I'm blocked by Shaw's people. Those with scales. With tails. With horns. Every one of them looks at me with amusement as I try to escape their wrath.

I have nowhere else to go but the castle. They're right behind me. I know it, but don't dare look.

Inside, I run harder, slamming into doorframes, sprinting through rooms and tripping up the stairs. All three of them shout my name and get angrier and angrier the more I refuse to stop.

I hurtle into the bedroom and slam the door shut behind me. It doesn't close before it's thrown open, and I'm tossed backwards onto the floor, landing on my backside.

Looking up, Shaw's the first to step inside. Archie next. When Dorian steps through, he closes and locks the door behind him.

‘Nowhere left to run now,' Dorian growls.

I turn and drag myself to the safety of the underside of the bed.

‘NO!' I scream as they grab my ankles and pull. My fingernails claw at the wooden floor as they pull me back. ‘NO! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!'

Shaw hoists me to my feet and pins me, still thrashing, to his body.

I slap his face and scream in rage.

His blood doesn't boil, and he's entirely unaffected by my attempts to use blood magic against him.

I fall silent, knowing that I am absolutely fucked.

‘You done?' he asks in a calm.

My feet dangle an inch from the floor as he holds me effortlessly, looking at me with a raised brow and an annoyed sneer.

‘You killed a man,' I accuse, breathless from my escape attempt.

‘You kissed him and let him put his hands on your body. A man you don't even know. He knew the rules. We made it very clear to them all. No one was to touch you. Besides, the last female he took to bed ended up with a black eye. I won't have him bruising you or anyone else.'

‘I do not belong to you!' I insist. ‘We have a deal, and owning my body isn't part of it. Let me go.'

‘No. Not until you calm the fuck down. You're going to hurt yourself.'

I continue trying to struggle. His hold on me increases, making it harder to breathe.

‘Let me go, Ronan!' I slam my fists onto his chest, meeting nothing but solid muscle that refuses to ease up. ‘What do you care if I kiss someone else?'

‘It seems we care more than we thought we would,' he replies, his tone a chilling calm.

‘So you humiliate me in public after you just did fuck knows what with human sluts from the village? You get to strip others naked and fuck them, but I don't? Why would you summon me to your orgy in the first place if you didn't want me to see you with others?'

He drops me so I fall to my feet before reaffirming his hold around my middle. As he looks down at me, his brow furrows.

‘That bothered you, Pixie?' he asks, slightly confused. ‘Seeing us with others upset you?'

My eye twitches.

‘Answer me.'

‘It bothered me,' I reply through gritted teeth. ‘More than I thought it would.'

‘Why?' he asks, a self-satisfied grin stretching across his soft lips.

‘Why did seeing me with Kieran or that guard bother you?' I counter.

‘Because,' he says slowly, leaning in. ‘You're ours. And we didn't summon you. We thought you were resting. We had no intention of you seeing that.'

‘If you get to fuck others, I get to fuck others. I'm not in my earth coven now. I don't have to behave like a lady or mind my fucking manners. I'm not betrothed to you. I'm not held to the standard of a coven leader's wife. And I can fuck all I want!'

‘Yes. You can fuck all you want,' he replies.

‘I… I can?' I stutter.

He leans in and lowers his voice. ‘Sure. As long as it's us you fuck.'

My heart skips a beat, and my mouth becomes suddenly very dry.

‘And we have no need or desire for a female with manners. Swear all you like. Run wild in the nature you love. Fight and argue. We love all your edges.'

‘I…' Words fail me. So, I attempt to maintain my rage and straighten myself in defiance. ‘I don't want your dicks after they've been in some other human whore.'

‘Fine.'

He lets me go with a shove. I stagger back and hit Archie's chest. He hooks my arms together at my back, holding me in place.

Shaw shrugs. ‘Then we won't fuck anyone else but you. But you'll need to keep up with us if you want to keep us. And just like you…' He loosens his trousers and pulls out his erection, stroking it firmly as he walks towards me. ‘We will not share you with anyone else.' He stands before me and tears my shirt clear down the middle, leaving me in the material's scraps.

‘We didn't touch the girls tonight,' Archie whispers in my ear, every word heavy with dark excitement. ‘We had no intention of ever touching them. They were food. We had to accept for appearance's sake. We all know your sweet little cunt is the only one worth having.'

Shaw lifts my chin with his finger.

‘Your call, Pixie. If you want us, you can have us.'

Archie's mouth slowly starts to work my neck. His tender kisses linger as he holds me in place, and the wasps of rage I had inside me have now become fierce butterflies. Goosebumps explode over every inch of my body, and I watch Shaw slowly working himself before me with deep hunger.

‘Well?' Shaw asks.

‘Take my trousers off,' I reply in a whisper.

They're gone in a second.

‘Good girl,' Shaw grins.

He kicks my feet apart and positions himself between my legs with sudden urgency.

‘Mine,' he grunts, driving himself inside me with a deep moan. One of longing and need.

‘Fuck!' I hiss, struggling to adjust to the size of him. To the fullness.

‘I have wanted to feel you clench around my cock since the minute I first saw you, Pixie.'

Shaw lifts me, taking me from Archie. He wraps my legs around his waist and looks up at me.

‘Ready?' he asks.

I nod.

‘That's my girl. Ready for anything.'

He lifts me and lowers me back onto him, manoeuvring me as he wishes. My body quickly adjusts, my arousal making him slide in and out with ease as I dig my fingers into his shoulders, moaning loudly.

‘So wet already,' he admires. ‘At least your pussy knows who it belongs to, even if your stubborn attitude hasn't quite caught up yet.'

Behind him, Dorian and Archie watch us with their hands in their pockets.

After a while, I find myself on all fours on the bed. Shaw is behind me, screwing me relentlessly, his fingers rubbing my clit in perfect timing. He tugs on my hair, lifting my head to see Archie kneeling before me on the bed, his throbbing length in hand.

‘Open wide, Pixie,' Shaw instructs. ‘Don't keep him waiting.'

I open my mouth wide, and Archie doesn't waste a second. Archie holds my head, keeping me in the perfect position for him. As Shaw slams into me from behind, I'm forced more onto Archie. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat again and again, and he relishes every time I gag. His eyes sparkle in wonderment, and when tears seep past my cheeks, he wipes them away with his thumb.

I shouldn't love this. I shouldn't relish in how they surround me. How they claim me. How they own me.

But I fucking do. I adore it. It drives me wild with want. With need. They look at me like I'm the only thing in the universe. They touch and caress as if time is running out, and they have to take all they can get before I fade to smoke and slip through their fingers.

With Shaw fucking me and working my clit, it's not long until I'm screaming in climax. And so is he, grunting as he spills into me and smacking my arse hard as he does.

He slows. My skin is slick with sweat, and my arms and legs shake as they hold me up. Archie slows, letting me catch my breath but still running his length in and out of my mouth.

Shaw pulls out.

Then his fingers slide inside me. I hiss a little against the stinging sensation.

‘You'll get used to us soon, Pixie,' he promises, leaning over and resting his slick fingers at my mouth. ‘Open.'

Archie withdraws, and Shaw slides them past my lips. I lick them clean, tasting us both.

I go to move, but a pair of hands grip my hips, keeping me in place.

I blink, looking behind me.

Dorian is naked, watching me closely.

‘Are you sore?' Shaw asks, pulling my attention back to him.

‘A little,' I whisper.

I gasp as Dorian slides his fingers inside me. Shaw's cum slides down my thigh as he plays.

Shaw bites his wrist and offers it to me.

‘It will help with the stinging.' He nods to the blood in encouragement.

My lips seal around it, and I drink.

That euphoria washes through me like a wave, and the pain fades. He stands, his body shimmering with sweat as he looks down at me with hooded eyes.

‘You're a glorious fucking mess, Poppet doll,' Dorian mutters, spreading the wetness from one end of me to the other.

I moan as he slides his length into me, his hands gripping my hips as he sinks deeper and deeper.

Archie reclaims my mouth with his cock. And they both fuck me.

Dorian doesn't hold back. He's rougher than the other two were and enjoys slapping my arse again and again, making the skin red raw and throbbing.

Archie tenses and his breathing gets more ragged. He slides himself down my throat, making me gag around him. His hand rests on my throat, feeling himself making me bulge.

‘Fuck!' he grunts, spilling his release straight down my throat. When he's done and moves back, I collapse on my front. Dorian falls with me and keeps screwing and screwing. Shaw and Archie watch my face closely as Dorian presses my head into the bed.

‘You look beautiful,' Archie admires. ‘Perfection. Just like that.'

‘How about now?' Dorian asks, wrapping his hand around my throat. As soon as he squeezes, I orgasm so fucking hard my ears ring, and the room spins. He releases me, and the sudden intake of breath makes me even more dizzy.

‘I take it back. Now she's perfection,' Archie replies.

‘Told you she liked being choked,' Shaw boasts, brushing the hair from my face.

Dorian climaxes hard as I clench around him, digging his fingernails into my hips as he slams his release into me. He slows and stops, panting and shaking behind me. He leans down into my ear as I gasp and lie motionless beneath him.

‘That's our good little Blood Whore,' he whispers before planting a lingering kiss on my cheek. ‘Fuck. Who the hell said you could be so damned irresistible, hmm?'

Dorian's compliment has me smiling. Oddly, I have no problems with being their little blood whore.

Just theirs.