Page 117 of Mated to the Kings

“You have a lot of explaining to do, little girl,” he says as he twists the wand against me, instantly throwing me into another painful orgasm.

“Stop,” I cry.

“Keep coming, Lilith,” Morwen says with a growl.

“Please stop,” I beg through another sickening moan.

“Who owns you?” he asks, groaning. When I don’t answer, he twists my nipple.

“You,” I scream so he will stop.

“Say it again,” he demands, thrusting into me harder.

“You own me,” I say loudly through my tears and groans.

“Who, Lilith? Who owns this fucking cunt?” He screams at me as he grinds the wands against me.

Just as he predicted, I do what I was trying to avoid. “Zypher,” I cry out as an orgasm racks my body. It feels like I’m being stung by a thousand bees as it lingers in my belly. My entire body is tense from the vibrations attacking my core. Zypher and Morwen grunt as they deposit their own disgusting release, satisfied with themselves. I instantly start sobbing again.

Morwen moves me off the table and shoves me toward the makeshift bathroom after taking the handcuffs off. “Go clean up, whore.” I just want to get away from them, so I scurry off towards the bathroom without hesitation and pull the thin curtain closed. I immediately start cleaning them off of me. I take the opportunity to use the restroom while I am here because gods knows how long it will be until I can pee again. When I have stalled long enough, I step out.

The pack is gone, and Zypher is standing with Morwen by the table. On the table sits a whip. I freeze in place, hesitant to move any closer.

“Come here,” Zypher says, pointing to the ground in front of him. I sigh, hanging my head as I walk closer, knowing what is waiting for me. When I stop walking and stand where he pointed, they both glare at me. “Explain.”

“Explain what?” I ask, playing dumb.

“Don’t fucking test me, Lilith,” he growls. “The glowing. What the fuck was that?”

I sigh heavily and close my eyes. “My father is a demon,” I say softly.

“Okay? What does that have to do with you glowing bright fucking red?” Morwen hisses.

“It means I am half-demon, half-witch,” I deadpan.

“I understand genetics, smartass,” he says.

“Well then I don’t fucking know!” I snap back. “All I know is that willingly or not, that happens when I have an orgasm. Happy?”

“You’ve never done that before,” Zypher says, ignoring my attitude.

“You’ve never made me come before,” I retort without thinking, hostility in my voice. “Wait, I—”

Before I can apologize, he slaps me across the face, and I fall to the ground. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” he snarls.

“Nothing. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Master,” I whimper and cower away from him as he snatches the whip and moves closer.

“Say it again, bitch,” he yells, snapping the whip behind him. In all of the time that I’ve known Zypher, I’ve never seen him this angry. I’ve also never taken a direct stab at his ego. I shouldn’t have said that to him. I knew better.

“I’m sorry, Zypher,” I cry. “I’m sorry. It’s because I hadn’t found my mates yet. That’s all. I’m so sorry. Please don’t.”

“Put her on the chains facing the wall,” Zypher says to Morwen, the anger rolling off him in waves.

“Please, Zypher… Master… Please don’t do this,” I beg as Morwen picks me up and drags me to the chains.

“It’s too late for apologies now, Lilith,” Morwen sneers as he pulls my arms above my head to restrain me. I give up pleading for mercy. I know better than to say shit like that to him.

“I’m so sorry,” Daemon says. His voice sounds broken. “You can’t lose your temper, Lilith. If you do, that power could kill you.”

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