7. Chapter 7

Iscrubbed myself clean, the citrus-scented soap making the superficial cuts and scrapes I sustained during my chase through the village sting. My breath hitched as I poured icy water over my body to rinse. Teeth chattering, I dried off with the rags and slipped on the tunic—basically a knee-length dress for me—foregoing my ruined small-clothes. I didn't have the time or tools to wash them properly.

"You can come in!" I yelled, combing my fingers through my hair.

Cyn and Eli entered the room arm in arm, not unlike how they'd often loitered on street corners in Hedonfel, keeping an eye out for marks worth stealing from. They approached, and Elias reached out to lay a dirty hand on my cheek, withdrawing at the last moment.

"We should clean up, too," he said, a soft smile tilting his lips. "And you, little one, should try to nap."

I froze mid-movement, about to reach for the trousers.

"A nap? And what about you two?"

He shook his head. "Our Demons make us more resilient. We don't need as much food, drink, or sleep as pure mortals. But as soon as we leave our chamber, I can't guarantee another chance for you to rest."

"You can sleep in there. Our bedroom," Cynthian said, pointing sarcastically at the barrel with the curtain front. He rolled his eyes as he chewed on his right lip ring. "There's a straw mattress and blankets. It fucking sucks and is uncomfortable as all Hells, but it beats the floor. Leave everything else to us. I'll get your weapons while you sleep, too."

He must have seen the trepidation in my gaze because he smirked, wrapping his arm tighter around Eli's midriff.

"Don't you worry, Hellspark. Your brothers aren't going anywhere without you. And we'll wake you soon. Right, Eli?"

"Oh yes, we shall," Elias drawled.

There was a glimmer of something undefinable and dangerous in their expressions, and heat blossomed in my core.

I rather would've stayed awake, talked to them. Embraced them. After so long, every second not spent looking at them, cherishing them, felt like a waste. But I would need my strength if I wanted to keep up and pull my weight.

"Fine, you're right. I'll get some rest."

I sighed as I walked to the barrel, my hopes for a cuddle going up in smoke. Dejected, I pulled my head between my shoulders and crawled inside.

It was indeed pretty uncomfortable, pieces of straw poking through the cloth as I sat on the mattress. But from what I could tell in the dim light streaming through the flimsy curtain, the space seemed clean and—Creators have mercy—it smelled like them.

My heart danced as I pulled the blanket to my nose and buried my face in the thin pillows, sucking in deep breaths. In here, their scent wasn't obstructed by the taint of gore and blood. It carried the sweet musk of labdanum, clove, and a whiff of leather.

I took off my tunic to immerse myself in their fragrance, wanting to soak it into my skin. Curling up, I envisioned laying with them as we used to in our house in Hedonfel; me in the middle and their arms slung around me. With the low hum of my brothers' voices and the splashing water in my ears, sleep came over me as soon as my lids touched.

Something warm and rough brushed along my waist, upward, upward. It caressed my ribs and cupped my left breast, my nipple peaking in a state of half-consciousness. Unrelenting exhaustion left me unable to move or resist, but my body still reacted to the touches flitting across my skin.

I groaned when my head was tipped to the side, cheek pressed against the pillow. A trail of hot wetness slithered along my throat, soft and slow as velvet petals, blossoming into a throb of pain at the base of my jaw.

With a gasp, my eyes flew open.

Above me, illuminated by tiny, hovering sparks of magic, were the handsome features of my brothers. Smiles adorned their clean faces, but their expressions were no less wicked than when we first met each other in this dungeon. Baneful and sinister.

They were in their undergarments, and I blushed as I admired the slopes of their muscles, toned abs and defined pectorals, my gaze catching on the black rings piercing Cyn's nipples.

"We promised we'd come to wake you, little sister," Cyn murmured. He twisted my nipple, and I yelped, arching my back as the sensation shot between my legs, turning into a tingle.

Though I'd never had sex, the reactions and needs of my body were familiar to me. I had explored my body, giving pleasure to myself with slickened fingers. I knew how my cunt ached when I craved relief, but I had never touched any part of myself with such delightful brutality, never considered it could feel this good.

But Creators, it did feel amazing.

"Did you enjoy that, Hellspark?" Cyn mocked, grinning as he brought his mouth down to my other breast. The metal in his tongue flicked over my nipple and it hardened in an instant, too. "She's so fucking easy, Eli. Told you there's a deviant painslut hidden behind that innocent, pretty face."

I meant to protest, but Cyn's teeth clamped down and I cried out, digging my hands into his hair. Tears rising in my eyes, I tried to yank his lips from me, but the more I pulled, the harder he bit. And the harder he bit, the harder his fingers pinched my other peak, the fiercer the pulsing in my clit grew. He didn't stop, his tongue lapping against my tormented flesh.

"Obey, Myna. Don't resist us, little one," Elias said, his deep voice a slithering, dark sound wrapping around my neck like a noose, stealing my panting breath. "We have come to do what we have been denied by our separation. We have come to do what we should have done a long, long time ago."

He kissed along my throat, up to my ear, goosebumps scattering over my skin.

"Our reunion was divine intervention. A cruel blessing from the Creators," Eli whispered. "And we will honor them, Myna. Your delicious agony and your depraved pleasure will be our sacrifice to them. Your ambrosial body twisting in a delirium of lust will be their altar of flesh. In their vile names, we will make you cry and beg, pump you full of our cum until it drips from your holes."

I gasped, feeling the wetness running from my entrance, trickling down over my ass. My hands fell from Cyn's head onto the mattress.

"But I have never—"

Cynthian released my nipple, just to bite down again, and I wailed instead of speaking.

"Fuck," Cyn mumbled against my chest. "Your screams sound so damn good. And your blood, little prey … it drives me mad. Sweeter than honey and richer than wine."

He suckled on the tiny puncture wounds his sharp teeth had caused, and I writhed. I'd known my brothers to be violent men, but they'd never turned their villainy toward me … until today.

"Go on. You've never what, sister?" Cyn said and straightened, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him. My blood marked his lips and stained his teeth as he grinned, canines glistening.

Deep in my mind echoed sanity's plea to be afraid, to escape, but my lust had grown feverish. Undeniable.

"Have you never been fucked, little sister? Never had that tight cunt stretched and filled?" Eli purred, his smirk cold as death itself. His digits circled along my stomach and over my pubic bone, leaving sparks of heat where they touched. They slid along my hips and inner thighs, each caress precise and yet not quite where I needed him to touch me most.

I ground my teeth and nodded, my thoughts a mess.

"Say it, Myna," Elias demanded. "I want to hear the words from those supple lips."

"I'm … untouched," I whispered.

"Well, who would've thought our precious sister would save herself for us all these long years, huh?" Cynthian cackled as his eyes flicked to Elias.

They leaned over me and kissed, their tongues battling, my blood smearing across their mouths. Eli's free hand reached for Cyn, sliding beneath his small-clothes. He fisted his dick and began stroking, soft and playful, the same way he was touching me.

My body simmered as I watched them lavishing attention onto one another. I couldn't imagine anything hotter than the people I loved desiring each other, too.

"Taking you is worship, Myna," Eli said as their lips parted, his gaze dropping to me. "To leave your body unclaimed would be to spite the Creators' generosity. It would be heresy." His thumb brushed over my swollen clit for a single, excruciating second of bliss, and a moan leaped from my throat, prompting him to let out a low chuckle. "What malleable, willing flesh you are in our hands, little one."

"Don't misunderstand," Cyn hissed, his shoulders shifting as he tried to keep his focus despite Eli's teasing. "We don't give a shit if you want this. We don't give a shit if you can take us. Soon, we'll fight for our lives. We might be tougher than regular mortals, but we're not fucking invincible. Before we walk to our doom—"

A growl interrupted his sentence, and his hand shot to Eli's neck. He choked him, rocking his hips, urging our brother to move his hand faster, but to no avail. Eli only grinned.

"Asshole," Cynthian ground out. He grimaced as he looked down his nose and spat into Elias' face. Saliva trickled over Eli's cheek, but he didn't stop stroking. His movements turned slower yet, as slow as his tongue sliding from his lips to lick up the spit.

When Cyn let go of Eli and looked back at me, there was madness in his eyes.

Demonic frenzy.

"Before we face death, Myna …" Cyn said, favoring me with the bone-chilling grin of a reaper. "We're gonna fuck you within an inch of your damn life."