Page 32 of Light Up the Night

Chapter Eleven

Forged Friendships

Ender

I inhaled the frigid Iron Inlet air and stared at the dawn’s first light. I’d witnessed what felt like a miracle, but when I broke it down, it was just a manipulation with a happy ending. Everything seemed alright with the world, and I was left to my thoughts as half the party left with Reverie to fetch Lazarus, and the other half filed inside.

“Beautiful night isn’t it, friend?” Pariah called from behind me.

I turned around like I expected to be knifed in the back. I wasn’t sure what to say to him, or just exactly how it would all play out. He had the same gambling mask as Messiah, so it was impossible to tell exactly what he was thinking.

I nodded and searched for words, undecided if I wanted to threaten him or play along.

“You know I mean her no harm, right?” he asked in a merchant’s tone.

“Sell your snake charm to someone else and stop assuming you will outwit Atticus of House Krypt.” I turned toward the Great Hall without bidding him farewell. There was time to kill, and I was in no mood to sit idle and fake niceties with that prick.

I went to the office, but Chalice wasn’t in there. The kitchen was empty. When I found her, she was reclining against her headboard and absently looking out the window.

“Can you believe all of this?” she asked when she realized she wasn’t alone anymore.

“I don’t want to think about it anymore,” I said, lifting my shirt over my head. I moved toward her and grasped her ankle. When I tried to pull her down to me, she grabbed the iron rails of the headboard and writhed seductively. Her arms were toned, and her small pert breasts strained against the sheets. I climbed up the length of her, stroking her legs as I went.

They parted for me without question and quickly snared my waist. Her skin was always so silky smooth and sprinkled with the most inviting scents. I immediately buried my face in the crook of her neck and set to worshipping her throat.

Her fingers brushed against my belly. I didn’t realize she had my pants undone, until she jerked them down my hips and started grinding against my bared flesh. I reached down and barely had time to grab ahold of my cock before she impaled herself with it, knocking the air and sense from me in one quick snap of the hips.

Nails lit up my back until I was moaning against her. I forgot about everything except the warm gush that begged me to bury myself in it. Her soft delicate hands gave way to heavy, warmer palms that spilled down my lower back before pressing firmly just above my ass.

I glanced over my shoulder, but before Keif could come into focus, Chalice was snatching at my jaw and pulling my mouth back to hers. Her hand laced around my throat momentarily before her nails bit into the skin beneath my collar bone. She dragged them down my chest and latched onto my waist.

Keif’s thick thigh pressed between mine. His thumbs spread and feathered over the small of my back and he used his knee to shift my legs apart. One hand spanned the curve of my ass and drifted down until his fingertips were brushing my balls and occasionally rocking over my shaft between thrusts.

She bit my neck and ripped my attention back to the grip of her cunt and the feel of her breath against my pulse point. The moment I lost myself to her, he started smearing her pussy liquor over my asshole. It felt weird, but the pressure of his fingers was too delicious to inspire any objection.

While she ground and demanded at one side, he tenderly explored the other. Hands roamed my back and chest. Chalice gripped at my ass and started rolling her hips like she wanted me to fuck my way through her. I might have tried, if Keif hadn’t suddenly pinned my lower back. My cock was throbbing, her cunt was quivering around the length of it, and he was slowly introducing the head of his big cock to the inside of my ass.

I knew in that moment, if I so much as breathed, I would come. My hands were curled into the sheets and all I could do was make strangled throaty noises. He thrust hard and locked himself there for a moment, rocking me against her in the process.

Her honeyed gaze lit up like a challenge had been leveled. Their mouths taunted every nerve they could reach before they ended up kissing over my shoulder. His hands gripped the thigh she didn’t have, pinning me between their carnal warring. I was their battlefield, and fuck, was it mind shattering. I gripped her hair and gave in to the frantic grinding and punishing thrusts while I came between them.

We were still laying sprawled together when Reverie gleefully entered. She screamed and back peddled a few paces before buckling over with laughter.

“How did I know you’d end up with a harem, too.” She shook her head and turned away from the lot of us. “You and Azaria have more in common than you think, yanno.”

“You could at least throw us a rag…” I teased, only to be met with her feigned indignation.

“Ender Krypt, I will douse you with that wash basin!”

“I missed you, too.” I laughed, catching the towel on a backhanded grab.

We dressed just in time to avoid another spectacle. Pariah and Messiah met us at the door.

“Lazarus is here,” Messiah stiffly announced.

“I’ll receive him shortly,” Chalice promised, grabbing a comb.

“Can I see my wife now?” Reverie’s eyes shone when she spoke of the woman. Who could deny her happiness like that?

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