Page 70 of Of Gods and Pain

“I don’t think it is, love,” I yell into the wind, Xamira passing his horse with ease. “You only said the first back to the castle wins.” I wink at him, holding tight as my sorid speeds up so quickly it takes only a minute before I can barely see the group behind us.

The guards at the city wall falter when they see me, mouths agape as Xamira glides over their heads. She angles for the ground, finding a spot to land where fae haven’t gathered to watch. I’m hoping her presence will be enough of a distraction that no one will notice my minor detour and get word to the prince somehow.

Once I’m satisfied that eyes are on her and not me, I step quickly into the gloomy shop that I noticed when I first arrived here. The inside is dark, decorated with mostly black and silver. But there are pops of color, small crystals on shelves, and iridescent objects hanging from the ceiling. The air is thick, but pleasant; almost as if the witch was cooking a gourmet meal. But I doubt there’s much of that happening in this shop.

I walk around the small space, reminded of a place that used to be open in Chago. It had a similar vibe, but the owner was found to be selling stolen crystals. Apparently, he had a friend on the coast who was familiar with the trade routes; he helped the store owner raid one ship, and they took everything they could. I guess the owner left the friend without payment, and was foolish enough to start a shop in the area he lived.

It wasn’t open for very long.

“Hello, Anellah.” Her voice yanks me back to the present, and I look over to meet her crimson eyes, lined with worried curiosity.

“Ivana,” I nod. “I need your help.”

I’m lounging against the castle's front steps, leaning back on my elbows. Honestly, they’re taking much longer than I thought they would. I changed into Cas’s sweats and a fitted shirt when Xamira and I arrived, and have been waiting here for a little while.

I’ve taken to wearing at least one thing out of my bonds' closets every day. It makes me feel safe, and I can’t deny that being constantly wrapped in their scents is my favorite thing.

Finally, sounds of voices catch my ear and I adopt a bored look as the group stops in front of me. My nonchalant demeanor cracks when I see the annoyed look on Em’s face, and I cackle. That pisses him off even more as he dismounts and marches up the stairs to me.

“Awe, my poor Emrys. I’m sure you wanted that win badly, huh?” I taunt, jutting out my bottom lip. His gaze steels just before he leans down to pick me up, throwing me over his shoulder and jogging up to the castle entrance. I squeal, unable to control my giddy laughs.

“You’ve broken him, Nell.” I lift my head to see Casmir following us, an evil smile on his face.

Instead of going to our rooms, Em walks straight through a set of doors that I think leads to the dining area. Why would he bring me here?

“I’d leave unless you want a show,” he barks, and footsteps scurry out of the room. He drops me to the floor, turning me around, gripping the back of my neck to shove me down on the cool table. His other hand yanks at my sweats, only pulling them down partially. Before I can ask what the fuck he’s doing, a slap breaks the silence, followed by stinging on my ass.

“Are you spanking me?!” I’m in shock, but also dripping down my thighs. Maybe I should work him up more often.

“I told you to stop being a little brat.” Another slap connects with my skin, and an embarrassingly loud noise leaves me. “This is what happens when you don’t listen.”

Smack. I groan, leaning into his touch as he rubs the pain away.

“Of course you would love it,” he huffs a breath, his hand coming down on me twice more. I moan, almost ready to beg for him to just fuck me already. But I remember the competition, and a prickling sensation works up my spine as I lift myself from the table and shed the rest of my clothes. Emrys lets me go, waiting to see what I’ll do now that he’s punished me.

I saunter over to Casmir, who’s sitting in a chair enjoying himself. His eyes track my movements, drinking in every part of my exposed body. I grab his chin, leaning over to press my lips to his. As I claim his mouth—enjoying the little noise he makes when I suck on his tongue—I undo the laces to his pants, pulling them down and breaking from our kiss to get them fully off his toned legs.

I drop to my knees, sliding my palms up his thighs, loving the way the colors in his eyes darken as I get closer to his very nice, very erect cock. I take his entire length in my mouth, swirling my tongue along the velvety skin, making sure he’s slick and ready.

His arms flex as he grips the sides of the chair tightly, moaning deeply when I swallow around him. Sliding him out, I stand to give him one more kiss before mounting the chair so that my back presses to his front.

The dining area is empty, aside from Emrys, who's glaring daggers at me. He’s leaning against the wooden table, looking like a god ready to strike down his enemies. I hold his gaze as I reach down and guide Cas’s cock to my entrance, not breaking it even as I so slowly lower myself until he’s entirely inside me. He presses a kiss to my shoulder, grabbing my hips to help me as I ride him; my legs are bent on either side of his, giving Em a full view of what’s happening as his prince drives into me with everything he has.

Cas angles himself perfectly, and I can no longer keep my eyes on his captain. I throw my head back, resting it against the chair and letting him move me how he wants.

“So fucking good, princess,” he grits out, groaning in my ear when I clench at his words.

“Gods,” I murmur to myself, barely keeping my head together enough to continue taunting our other bond. Cas holds me steady as I snake my hand between my legs, running my fingers over the swollen, sensitive lips. I bite my lip when I brush over my clit, breathing heavily from all the sensations he’s giving me. I wrap my fingers around his dick, pumping him as he thrusts roughly into my pussy, grinding myself against the side of my hand.

My moans get so loud that I know the staff can hear me from rooms away. My legs shake and I scrunch my eyes closed, unable to focus on anything when I’m so close to coming. Just before I crest, my hand is ripped away and another wraps around my throat possessively. I open my eyes to see Emrys in front of me, eyes blazing with molten caramel.

“You will come on my tongue, or not at all.” This is the voice of a captain; one who could command armies with little effort.

Sex is heavy in the air, but not abundant enough to block Em’s leathery scent as he runs his tongue down my throat, between my breasts, and over my abdomen until he reaches where Cas and I join. I peek over at my prince, who has hair sticking to his forehead and a feline grin on his face. He moves us again, and my eyes roll at the friction I badly need.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my shoulder as he fucks me harder.

My head snaps forward as Em presses my legs further apart, fitting his shoulders in between so I can’t close them. The look he gives me through his lashes is downright sinful. He pushes his hands against the backs of my thighs, effectively folding me and making it impossible for me to do anything except take what these males are giving me.

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