Page 35 of Tortured Royals

“Then I’ll make you scream always,” he promises me, and he slams his cock inside me. I cry out at the sheer size of him as he fills me, stretching me, and then he’s bouncing me on his cock. My wings flare out as he moves me at a steady pace, and I can’t seem to catch my breath.

Gasping, I let go of his shoulders, reaching out and stroking the membrane of his folded wings. A tortured sound gurgles in his throat, and he thrusts faster, his cock burying so deep my cries grow louder.

“Mmm,” Nate muses from the side, watching with keen interest. “She is perfect, isn’t she?”

“Her wings,” Prince Callan tells him, like he’s reminding the shifter not to neglect them. Nate’s answering grin is feral.

“I can’t take much more,” I rasp, because I’m already feeling too much, but then Nate’s teeth clamp onto the membrane of my right wing, and I scream as the orgasm tears through me.

“Mine,” Prince Callan pants, still thrusting into me as the pleasure consumes me, tattoos lighting up on my skin as I findmy release. “You were always mine, Blake. My…everything.” The emotion in his voice makes my heart crack, and he groans as he spills into me.

The orgasm has barely ended when Dante and Mason are there, crowding around as well. When I stop shuddering, Nate spins me, pulling me onto his cock instead, and Dante takes me from behind. Soon I’m screaming again, the feeling of both of them filling me driving me crazy. Nate’s barbs push inside me, pressing against the inside of my walls, and I’m a quivering, shaking mess by the time I come again.

When I climb off Nate, Mason pulls me into his arms, and he kisses my temple gently. “If you’ve had enough, my mate…”

But I could never have enough of any of them. When Mason takes me, he moves slowly at first, giving me time before he makes me orgasm again, dragging out the pleasure for as long as possible. When I stop shuddering, I sag against his muscled chest, my breaths labored as I peer at my mates. They’re still crowding me like they can’t get enough. They take turns cleaning me while still covering me with kisses.

Wait…My brows lower when I sink back into the water. “Where’s Alaric?” I’d been so distracted that I hadn’t noticed the assassin was missing.

“You didn’t know? He never came into the buildin’,” Nate answers. “Guessin’ he’s still in the forest.”

“What?” I stand and internally chastise myself for not noticing. “I have to go get him.”

“He might need to cool off, my mate,” Mason says with concern. “The assassin seemed quite unhappy while we were in Toralyn.”

“He’s always grumpy,” I counter.

“This seems like something more,” Mason says.

I don’t give myself time to think about it. I wade from the water, lifting from the pool and finding a clean pair of clothes ina nearby cupboard. Luckily, I always have it stocked, and I yank a large shirt over my head that reaches to my thighs.

“I’ll go with you, princess,” Dante says, moving to the edge of the pool.

I shake my head. “No. I need to work whatever this is out with him.”

“Then we should definitely come with you, my mate,” Mason tries to insist, but I arch a brow at him.

“I think I can handle it. You guys enjoy the bath. Feel free to explore the rooms when you’re ready.”

Dante nods, though the others still look concerned.

“It’s fine,” I reassure them again. “This is my home, remember?”

No one says anything more as I stride through the house toward the front door.Time to go get my giant.

Chapter

Thirteen

~ Alaric ~

Icannot enter the house. The moment we arrived in Seral, the anger I’ve been keeping trapped since meeting the demon king in Toralyn, became too much.

I didn’t follow Princess Blake as she led the way inside a house located deep in the forest. And she didn’t notice as I slunk away, keeping to the trees.

Now I stand at the edge of the forest, overlooking the demon city—Seral City. It’s a strange place, alive with activity now that the night sky is overhead, the buildings lit up with light, and vehicles traveling the tarred streets. The city reminds me of the human realm. Much of their technology has been borrowed from the unsuspecting humans, who know little of our realms besides the occasional embellished story, usually twisted from a human’s brief encounter with someone from the other realms. Humans create stories of monsters and angels, with little understanding of who any of us truly are.

My gaze lifts, and I pinpoint the black stone structure that stands like an imposing landmark in the middle of the city. Several stone towers stretch into the sky, and a large stone wall stands strong around the structure, no doubt patrolled by a small army of guards.The royal castle.

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