Page 59 of Mated to the Kings

“We are going to make your brain shut up,” he says. “Trust us?”

“You know I do,” I say.

“Good. Get undressed,” Daemon says as he walks over to my bag. I watch him for a second, and he pulls my scarf out of my bag.

“What are you going to do, strangle me?” I ask and he laughs.

“No, although that would definitely shut your brain up,” Daemon says. “It’s just sensory deprivation.”

“Meaning?” I ask as I pull my shirt off.

“Meaning no seeing or hearing. Just feeling,” he says. “I’ll play gray noise into headphones to help you tune everything out.”

“Sounds overwhelming,” I admit.

“It’s not,” Kael says. “Just focus on your breathing and relax.”

“Okay,” I smile. I step out of my shorts, leaving me naked. Daemon ties the scarf around my eyes before putting headphones on me. When the gray noise starts, it’s soothing. I thought it would freak me out to not know what’s going on around me, but it’s comforting to give myself over to them completely.

As one of them lies me down on the bed, I focus on taking slow breaths in and slow breaths out. My body is relaxed, and my mind takes a break. For the first time, my mind is silent. There are no longer racing thoughts trying to fight their way to the front. The constant worry slips away. There isn’t any negativity or positivity. My emotions are neutral and centered perfectly. I have been lying here for a while now, and it’s blissful to feel this relaxed.

Fingertips gently trail from my ankle up my body. The touch is soft and hardly there, but enough to bring goosebumps to the surface as a chill sweeps across my skin. Someone stands by my head and starts gently massaging my shoulders. Two light touches start at my ankles. The feeling of the touch on my left ankle is as cold as ice, whereas the feeling on my right is the exact opposite. The scalding heat and the frigid cold move up my legs in perfect synchrony. The hands on my shoulders slowly work their way to the back of my neck. I groan when the hands press on the muscles of my neck, as the opposing temperatures glide over my hips and move up my belly. Every inch of my body is buzzing.

The hot and cold pressure drags across my nipples, and I gasp. Something flips in my head, and I go from relaxed to aroused instantly. The cold travels down one arm while the heat moves down the other until they both disappear once they reach my wrists. Lips press against mine, and I immediately bring my hands to their face and kiss them back. I know right away that it’s Callum when I feel his locks, as I move my hands to the back of his neck when I pull him closer. Hands part my thighs as Callum shifts slightly, having me turn my head to not break our kiss.

Warm hands knead my breasts before moving down my sides. I can’t tell who it is, but he is massaging oil into my skin. His hands are slick against me as he glides over me as if memorizing every inch of my body. Another set of hands slide up my inner thighs before spreading me open even wider for them.

I moan into Callum’s kiss when someone drags their tongue slowly across my clit. The combination of stimulation piles on fast when Callum pulls away from our kiss.

Strong arms wrap around my thighs and pull me closer as he sucks my clit hard. Simultaneously, mouths close around my nipples before nipping and begin suckling and lightly nipping me. Moans and whimpers flood out of me as I involuntarily buck my hips. They tighten their hold on me to keep me still, and the restraint heightens what I am feeling. The more I focus on trying to relax, the more my body trembles.

I am panting and whimpering as pressure builds in my belly. My heart palpitates as it rapidly pumps my blood through my veins. It rushes to the tips of my fingers, bringing tingles to the surface along its path. My body is still shaking as an impending climax looms. Fingers dig into my thighs as he keeps a tight hold on my legs, when surges of pleasure start to ripple through me.

Everything is building to a peak so high that it traps my moans in my throat. I arch deeply the sensations beginning to boil over. A groan slips through and makes room for the floodgates to open. My orgasm crashes through me, and I cry out my pleasures. My body convulses from the force of my muscles trembling at my release.

The headphones and blindfold are pulled off me as Kael pulls me onto him. I gasp as he surges into me with urgency. Callum acts with equal urgency as he pushes into my ass. They both start moving at the same time, and it makes my brain melt at the feelings that rush through me.

“Fuck, you take us so well,” Kael groans as Callum pulls me back against his chest as they fuck me harder.

Callum wraps his hand around my throat and lightly squeezes as Kael rubs my clit. They are both slamming into me, pulling screams out of me as rapid-fire orgasms punch through me. Callum abruptly cuts off my air completely as another orgasm builds. Instead of falling into it, it continues to grow and burn in my belly as it waits to flood out of me.

“Come for us, Lilith,” Callum whispers in my ear. “Show us how much you like the way we make you scream.” When he loosens his grip and oxygen floods back into my brain, I instantly fall into a loud moan. All my muscles clench around them, dragging them with me.

Daemon plucks me away from them as soon as they pull out of me. He lays me on my back and brings my legs up to his shoulders. “Just how bright will you shine for me, little witch?” he asks as he pushes into me.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. “Oh, please. Hard.”

Daemon slams his cocks into me with enough force to make my eyes water as moans slip free. He leans into my body, folding me as he fucks me with force. This full feeling consumes every thought in my head and again traps the noises of my intense pleasure in my throat. Daemon is relentless in the way he fucks me, pushing deeper with every stroke.

Daemon groans deeply when I suddenly scream out as something much larger than I’ve felt before forces its way into me. The back-to-back orgasms fueled this raging fire hiding inside of me.

Now that it’s found its way out, the feeling thrusts me into a vision of darkness. I see myself standing in the middle of a solid concrete room with my wrists bound in chains and pulled above my head. The restraint is secured to a hook in the ceiling, and I am stripped naked. Blood-red stripes paint my back from my shoulders to my thighs. I can feel how weak I am mentally, physically, and spiritually. I sense a presence in the room, but they don’t reveal themselves in my vision. I am dazed, but not confused. I may be weak, but I am not broken. This vision reveals the horrors that I will face, but it inspires me to find the light on the other side of the torture I am to endure. The vision releases its hold on me as I relax into the bed when Daemon pulls out of me.

There is no way I am going to tell them that my future is to get beaten while bound nude in an empty room. I don’t want to explain that. I didn’t have to see it happen to know that someone will rape me again. They will ask questions to try and find a way to prevent it. Much like the prophecy, I know this is bound to happen. No matter what I do, this has to happen, and I must endure it. The quicker I understand and accept this, the more I can train and prepare myself so that I can find a way out of that concrete room.

I don’t have the luxury of sorting through my feelings. There is no time for emotion in war. My job now is to push it all aside and fight for the survival of everyone, not just myself. This is far bigger than me, but I am the last hope for salvation.

Chapter Seventeen

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