Page 101 of Kept to Kill
Bastian looked uncertain for a moment, pulling away from Mal slightly.
‘Have you … are you …? Now that you know what I am …’
Mal took Bastian’s face in his hands and kissed him full on the lips.
‘You are a member of my unit,’ he said, unbuttoning Bastian’s breeches and taking hold of his cock, moving his hand over him.
Bastian looked relieved. ‘I thought that perhaps …’
‘You thought wrong,’ Mal murmured, nuzzling his neck and giving him a bite that had Bastian yelping.
They turned to look at Lily, who was already wishing that she was between them. Quin removed his own tunic and shirt, the broadness of him, of all of them, making Lily’s mouth go dry.
But none of them touched her. She made a noise of frustration. She knew what they were doing.
‘Fine,’ she hissed. ‘You want to know what happened? The fae caught me, knocked me out. When I woke, I was,’ she swallowed hard, ‘I was in a dungeon. They took me to the First Scholar. He examined me, said he wanted to keep me for something. I was taken to a room and then one of his … guards came. He had gloves on.’ She looked down at the floor. ‘He beat me,’ she said. ‘Kicked me. Spat on me. It went on for … so long ... By the time he was finished, I couldn’t move my legs. I was coughing up blood. My ribs were broken. I couldn’t breathe. There was so much pain.’
She looked up to gauge their reactions. All three stared with open mouths, their fury a sight to behold.
‘B-but … no injuries,’ Mal stuttered.
‘Drake’s unit found me. One of them healed me,’ she explained. ‘It was quick and painless and then I was fine, but I can’t stop thinking about what that monster did, the blows he rained down on me. I could do nothing to stop him.’
A tear rolled down her cheek and she brushed it away angrily. ‘I see him when I close my eyes. In my dreams.’
Quin put his hands back on her shoulders, drawing her backwards towards him gently.
‘It wasn’t the first time he had done that to a woman in that very room. He told me about the things he’d done before while he did them to me,’ she continued. ‘That makes it worse. I wish I could have killed him. But I couldn’t.’
Quin hushed her. ‘It’s done now.’
Mal came forward and brushed his fingers over her face. ‘Will give you revenge.’
She shook her head. ‘I just want to make sure that he can never do that to a woman ever again. He loved what he did. He loved my cries, my begging. What you did with your belt was the worst beating I’d ever had,’ she said, looking back at Quin, ‘but it was nothing compared to what he did.’
Quin met her eyes and tilted her head back. He kissed her gently on her lips. ‘We’ll make sure he dies for it,’ he promised.
He unbuttoned her breeches and eased them down her thighs, pushing her back into the chair so that he could take them off. Sitting in just her chemise, she stared up at Quin’s shirtless form, taking him in. She needed him. Them.
He put two fingers under her chin, raising her up to standing once more and turning her to face the others. He kissed her neck while the others watched, his hands running up and down her body, making her shiver and shake and want.
He drew her chemise over her head, baring her to them before picking her up and gently laying her on the bed.
Bastian and Mal were in the background, kissing each other. He rolled his eyes at them, spreading her legs wide and looking down at her slit.
‘I saw what Mal did in the forest,’ he admitted, opening her thighs even further. ‘How I wished it was me tasting you.’
His head descended and she moaned as he licked her, two of his thick fingers entering her at the same time, making her gasp and lift her hips from the bed.
A now naked Bastian joined them, taking her breasts in his hands and kneading them. He groaned as Mal began to fuck him from behind, bending down to suck on her nipples as Mal thrust into him.
Bastian bit her gently, making her squirm as Quin eased himself inside her channel and began to fuck her slowly. She whimpered and pleaded for more, but he refused to quicken his pace.
He reversed their positions so that she was atop him, grinning at her surprised expression. ‘It can be done many ways,’ he said with a gleam in his eye.
Mal came quickly, letting out a guttural cry as he finished and Bastian stood, his cock still hard. She leaned over and took it in her mouth as Quin held her hips and began to move her up and down, his staff pistoning in and out of her in such a way that she began to shudder and gasp at the delicious prickles that built within.
Bastian was content to let her mouth work him as he watched Quin taking her, pinching her nipples hard and making her squirm. Then Mal was behind her and she took in a deep breath as she felt his hand caressing her arse. She heard him spit and then a finger was inside her back passage, and she cried out, almost not able to breathe. The sensations were too much to bear!
