Page 115 of Mated to the Kings

“Good, Lilith. You’re doing good,” Kael praises. “I know this is scary, and I know you are panicking right now, but I need you to just do whatever they want. Okay? We have a plan, but you need to trust us.”

“Okay,” I say. “I’m sorry I—”

“Don’t apologize. We will explain later. Okay? Just keep your eyes on us. We will talk to you through this the whole time,” Callum says.

“Thank you,” I say, sensing someone as they position themselves behind me.

“Just relax the best you can and breathe,” Daemon encourages.

The man behind me gives no warning before shoving himself deep inside my body. Pain shoots through my bottom as he forcefully pleasures himself. Tears surface, and I start to cry out from the pain he is causing me. No matter how tightly I ball my fists up or how hard I grit my teeth, I can’t distract myself from the pain. With every thrust he makes, he fucks my body harder and harder. My muscles shake from the pain he is causing me, but I keep my eyes on my mates.

“It hurts,” I whimper to my mates.

“I know, baby. I know it does,” Daemon says. “How do you want us to distract you?”

“Just talk to me,” I tell them. The man inside of me grunts loudly. His fingers dig into my hip, but the table stays firmly in place as he takes it from me.

“Your dad said you can still reach your magia. You just need to learn to control it first,” Daemon says.

“I’m going to kill them,”I declare with a sad voice.

“You have to learn how to control it first, or it will kill you too,” he says. “That’s why we are here.”

“We are going to help you, Lilith. We will figure this out together,” Kael adds.

“You are not alone in this, baby. We are right here with you,” Callum says.

I go to respond to them, but my thoughts are cut off when the man roars as he comes in me. Another man promptly steps up to take his place. “Let’s see if this tight little pussy is as good as I remember,” he croons as he slowly sinks into me. I shudder inwardly, recognizing the tone but unable to remember a face. He groans and slams into my cervix, making me scream in pain. This only encourages him to force more screams from me as he starts to rapidly pound into me. My voice cracks as sobs break through.

I can hear my mates talking to me, but I can’t focus on their words. Even though I don’t know what they are saying, hearing their voices is helping keep me sane. I’ve never felt pain like this before. My magic was always protecting me when Zypher would have his packbangs. I don’t even know how many of them are here, but I can feel the eyes of a lot of people in the room watching. How anyone could watch a man fuck a screaming woman chained to a table and still stand quietly as they wait their turn is beyond me.

The men take their turns seeing who can make me scream the loudest. Some of them opt to fuck my face while another one stands behind me. It’s like a game to them. They are trying to cause me pain so that when I scream, the man fucking my throat gets pleasure from it. It always makes the men in the room chuckle when my screams cause the man in my throat to come, which makes me nearly choke to death on his fluids. I know exactly what will happen if I spit it out, though, so I always make sure to swallow what they force down my throat.

I am trying to not get hit by anyone because I won’t be able to heal myself without my injuries disappearing being noticeable. If Zypher and Morwen figure out that I can still access magia… I’m dead. They won’t risk me getting loose; they’d rather kill me than see me free again. I refuse to let Zypher and Morwen be my demise.

“Ready for some fun, gentlemen?” Zypher says after the twentieth person pulls out of me.

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” a man says, making everyone laugh.

“Take the chains off,” Zypher says to someone. “Since she has three mates, why not give her more than one at a time?”

I am weak already, but it doesn’t stop the sobs from racking my body as someone pulls me up. Instinctively I make a move to turn and fight against whoever is holding onto me, but Kael’s plea stops me before anyone notices.

“Stop!” he yells through our mindlink. “I know this hurts, I know it does, baby. But you are so fucking strong. You will get through this. You will survive this… but you can’t fight right now. You have to trust us and wait.”

Zypher sits on the end of the table where I was just bent over and motions for the person holding me to bring me closer. I don’t fight, even though I want to. I want to kick and scream until they go away or kill me. I wish my mates weren’t here to see this, but their presence will be the only thing that keeps me rooted in sanity.

“Oh, how I have dreamed of having you ride me, Lilith,” Zypher coos as I am forced to stand in front of him. “Come take your master’s cock, little girl.”

“Please don’t make me do this, Zypher,” I cry.

He pulls a pistol out from his waistband and points it at Kael. “Last chance, Lilith. I won’t keep being nice.”

I snivel and comply with his demands. As I step closer to him, he sets the gun down. When I am within arm’s reach, he seizes me and pulls me up into his lap so that my knees are on the table as he has me straddling him. I keep my eyes down because looking him in the eye is a challenge that I do not wish to bring on myself. Someone pulls my arms behind my back, and handcuffs are slapped into place on my wrists. Zypher grabs my chin and licks a tear off my cheek.

“I have so much planned for you, my sweet slut, but I’m going to start by making you come,” he says in a grave tone. “And we won’t stop until I have that little pussy of yours quivering with need and you’re screaming my name.”

“I won’t,” I say quietly.

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