Page 51 of Kept to Kill
Bastian knew what Mal would do next, but he stopped him.
‘My turn,’ he said darkly, watching Lily’s eyes spark in fear for a moment and wondering why she would be afraid of him and not Mal.
His Brother got off the bed with a flourish. Bastian took his place and descended on her core, licking her folds gently.
Then he heard Mal behind him. ‘My turn as well,’ he said softly, a sharpness to his tone that made Bastian shiver. After what had happened between them on the road – whatever it had been – the old tension between them had gone, but a new sort had taken its place.
Bastian hadn’t even meant to do what he had. He still wasn’t sure that Mal had wanted it, despite the sounds of pleasure he’d made during the act. But Bastian had hardly been able to help himself. Now it seemed that Mal was intent on evening the score, and he shivered in anticipation. Bastian had a feeling that this would be a very enjoyable experience.
His tongue didn’t stop feasting on Lily as she pulled at her bonds fruitlessly, making little moans and whining unintelligibly. Mal unbuttoned Bastian’s breeches and eased them down his legs to his knees and he let him. Bastian stayed where he was, though he couldn’t remember ever feeling so vulnerable. He wasn’t sure what Mal would do in retaliation for fucking him over that rock on the flats, though knowing his mad Brother, it could be anything short of death, he thought as he pushed Lily’s knees further apart and felt Mal caress his bared arse cheek before delivering a stinging slap that made him growl into Lily’s core.
Three more came in hard and he breathed through the pain of it, not wanting Mal to hear him beg for mercy. Then he heard Mal spit into his hand in an odd imitation of what he’d done to Mal the day before. But instead of Mal’s cock, it was his fingers that drilled into his arse, making him grunt as his knuckles pushed past Bastian’s outer ring with a pop.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had a man’s fingers inside him, not by a long way. He’d taken them many times in the past, in fact, both on the Mount and well before, when he’d lived in this realm and others. Like most gods, he’d partaken of all the carnal pleasures possible as much as he was able. But in that moment, he couldn’t remember a single time that had felt as right as this one. Gods only knew why it was a lunatic like Mal that elicited such a visceral response in both his mind and his body, and as he tore his mouth away from Lily for a moment and saw her staring with large – and very aroused – eyes at what Mal was doing to him, he knew how she’d felt when Mal was working her over with that knife.
Mal began to pump two of his fingers in and out of him, making him squirm as his mouth returned to between Lily’s legs, taking that sensitive pearl between his lips and sucking gently. He was rewarded by her fevered cry, her legs trying to close as she attempted to squirm away from him.
Mal chose that moment to slap him again. Once. Twice. Thrice. Each one hard enough to propel him harder into Lily, each one tearing a pleasured cry from her.
Then Mal’s fingers pulled out. Bastian heard him spit again and then it was his thick cock that thrust into his readied passage. Unable to help himself, Bastian let out a guttural moan as his own cock pulsed and he ached to push it into Lily’s dripping channel. The image of her beneath him, taking his cock as he took Mal’s, sent him spiraling over the edge, his seed jetting from his staff onto the coverlet. Lily found her release again a moment later, crying out his name.
At her cries, Bastian felt Mal’s cock throb inside him, and Mal gripped Bastian’s hips as he drove in hard once more, letting out a moan of his own as he spilled himself inside Bastian. He pulled out, giving Bastian a caress that surprised him.
The floor creaked. Bastian’s gaze shot to the door to find Quin there. Gods only knew how long he’d been standing in the room, staring at the three of them, the cold, unblinking eyes of the Commander watching them all. His face was devoid of emotion, but Bastian knew him well enough to assume there would be a reckoning for them for disregarding his order.
He looked down at Lily, hoping that she’d be spared. Surely Quin wouldn’t punish her for this.
* * *
Mal freedLily’s wrists from the bed as she shrank away from Quin’s hard gaze. He wasn’t showing much, but she could tell by his fists, clenched at his sides, that he was very angry – with all of them.
She shivered as she felt Mal caress her cheek with something akin to affection, though when she tilted her chin up to look into his eyes, they were as black and pitiless as always. His hand fell away and she curled up under the coverlet to await Quin’s wrath, but instead, not looking at her, he spoke.
‘Get dressed. The ferry is running.’
Bastian, still rebuttoning his breeches, grunted a response. Mal had already disappeared out the door.
Once the men had left her alone, she gathered her clothes, got dressed, and packed her small bag. Not wanting to be the focus of Quin’s anger further, she left the room as soon as she was ready and made her way outside to await them.
That was where she found Mal, in the middle of the muddy yard with the saddled horses, staring up at the imposing fortress.
She stopped and looked with him. ‘You burned it, didn’t you? Why?’ she asked softly.
At his silence, she glanced over at him and found such an abhorrent look on his face that she took a step back, realizing it had been a mistake to assume any closeness with him even after all he’d done to her, the things he’d made her feel. His hand whipped out and caught her elbow in a bruising grip that made her wince. Her eyes searched his as she tried to pull away.
‘Let me go,’ she demanded and, to her everlasting surprise, he did.
Then he shocked her further by actually answering her question with more words than she’d ever heard him utter together.
‘My father was high priest here. My mother, a kitchen slave, died giving me life. Didn’t know he was my da until the day I left.’ He stared at the burned-out ruin once more before spitting in the mud at his feet. ‘This place is pain and hatred. They got what they deserved.’
Not sure of what to say, Lily didn’t reply. His hand went back to her arms and rubbed gently where he’d hurt her. He looked at her again.
‘I’m not good. Don’t know what you want, need. I’ll fuck you. Give you pleasure, hurt you … whether you like it or not.’
Lily’s cheeks heated, his words sending a shiver down her back. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to entice her or warn her away, didn’t think he knew either.
She heard the other two arrive and Mal mounted his horse. He hesitated and then held out his hand to hoist her up on his horse’s back when an arm snaked around her waist from behind and she shrieked as she was pulled up into Quin’s lap.
