Savage and Xander run ahead of us as I shout instructions, but the back corridor doesn’t have too many crossways and makes for a clean path. It’s not until we get to the exit to the street outside that I realise we might be in trouble. Savage and Xander are ready for it though, because heat and light warm my legs as Xander blows open the door. Screams resound outside along with screeching tires and Eugene’s greeting squawk. Male shouts and one scream greet us as we enter the cold open air.
More quickly than I can imagine, we’re loaded into a car, and I find myself on Lyle and Scythe’s combined laps as our SUV screeches down the road. Eugene squawks excitedly from the front seat, and Savage kisses him loudly on the head as we speed away.
“Oh no they fucking don’t!” Lyle roars before winding down his window and waving his hand through it.
A massive bang sounds from behind us, and I cry out, scrambling to my knees to look out the back window. Two cars are upside down on the road, still bouncing on their roofs and blocking the street. Lyle growls and tries to open the car door, but I grab his hand.
“Stop!” I cry. “What are you trying to do?”
“Kill them!” he growls into my face.
I open my mouth to reply, but instead he slams his mouth over mine in a bruising kiss. He then pushes me aside and pulls open the door yet again. I leap for the handle and slam it closed. “No, Lyle!” I cry, pulling his hand away from the door and planting my weight in his lap.
“You better deal with him, regina,” Scythe says from behind me, his voice abyss-dark and silver eyes glittering with rage.
“Seriously!” I cry in anger before reaching down for Lyle’s zip.
My crazed lion stops his fussing as I undo the button of his trousers, making his hard dick spring out. I position my knees in the middle seat and lean down, taking him into my mouth. Lyle groans, low and gruff, his hips lifting off the seat, those big hands slamming against the window. I accept his length into my mouth, and as pre-cum spills onto my tongue, and he grows to his full, massive length, I moan around him.
Scythe moves behind me, slapping my ass. “Safe word.”
I don’t want to risk taking Lyle’s cock out of my mouth, so I cry,“Fairy bread!”into the group chat. My shark slaps my ass, and I jerk at the contact. Wet fingers find my slit, bracketing my vulva, sliding up and down in a sweet caress before he slaps my ass again. Oh gods, I don’t know what type of punishment this is, but I fucking deserve it.
The sound of Scythe’s zipper coming down makes my insides clench, and I suck hard on Lyle’s cock, laving my tongue along the thick veins. He growls breathlessly above me, stroking my hair back with one hand. Scythe’s cock nudges at my entrance as he says into my head,“That’s the first and last time you taunt us with the basilisk, regina. Do you understand me?”
He stretches out my entrance, and any protest fades as I grab Lyle’s thigh, groaning around his fat head. There’s a sharp smack to my ass and I’m writhing my pussy against Scythe’s first piercing. “Please,” I say over Lyle’s cock. “Oh gods, please.”
“I don’t recall telling you to stop, angel.” Lyle grabs my chin and pulls me up for a fierce kiss, dragging his tongue across my lips and then biting my lower lip in a greedy, punishing way. I sigh and bend over him again, flicking my tongue over his slit.
Scythe eases his cock into me, piercing by piercing, and I make my ass still, savouring as his inches give my pussy the attention I always crave from him. “Scythe,” I beg.
He fingers my ass with a thumb. “Did you understand what I told you?”
“I give the commands,”I tell him.
“Not today, you don’t.” He sheathes himself fully. I cry out, arching my back before Lyle places his hands on either side of my head and fucks my mouth furiously fast.
Scythe fucks me without warning, grabbing my hips and thrusting with equal ferocity, my inner walls vibrating with pleasure. My mates slam into me from both sides until my eyes roll into the back of my head and I’m screaming around the both of them. My pussy convulses, drenching Scythe’s cock while Lyle’s pre-cum fills my mouth. Stars glitter in my vision, and my body coils into tighter and tighter circles until I’m lightheaded from the sensation.
“Hold my regina’s ears!” Savage cries as he winds his window down from the front passenger seat. “Xander, take Eugene!” Lyle’s hands shift to cup my ears just as three gunshots ring out.
I squeal around Lyle’s cock, wrenching away to stare out the back window. Three motorbikes, each with two armed riders, fishtail and crash into each other, their front wheels blown out. I turn the other way to see Savage drawing most of his body back into the car with a satisfied grin on his face. He returns the black handgun into the glove box and puts his hands up as if to say, ‘That’s enough for today.’
“That was the last of them,” Xander says, checking the rear-view mirror.
Lyle makes an animalistic sound, and I quickly take him back into my mouth, my heart pounding in my head. Xander takes a sharp right turn that makes the tires screech, and I ram back onto Scythe’s cock. My shark groans before coming, pushing me back onto Lyle and rutting his release into me with hard, jerking movements. Lyle comes a moment later, roaring and holding my head in place as his hips move in stuttered, broken thrusts.
I come, swallowing Lyle down, my body vibrating around the both of them, my hips jerking around Scythe as he reaches around for my clit, fast fingers knowing exactly how I like it. When our breathing has calmed down, they both pull me between them, arms cocooning me as Scythe drapes his Grim Reaper costume around me like a blanket. They hold me like they wished they’d never let me go tonight, noses buried in my neck from either side. My heart swells between them, just as my soul trembles with anticipation…because it’s cool black scales and a deep guttural hiss that I dream about.
Chapter 67
Ghoul
The club lies in an eerie silence in the wake of the departed crowd.
It’s the type of silence that holds its breath. I still feel Aurelia’s skin on mine. Her heat, her fingers, her hot pussy pressed against me like sweet heaven. The way her hiss vibrated through my body will forever be wrought into my memory. In those few moments, she had been mine. My bride. My queen. Whatever came after that doesn’t matter. It was all fucking worth it.
So when three generals swagger towards me, their masks gleaming white-blue under the black lights above us, I allow the death from my eyes to shine through the shadows just a little. It makes their steps falter. How lucky they are that I protect them so dutifully. HowbenevolentI am as basilisk lord.
