“Yes,” I shout. “You’re mine,” I claim loudly, and just as Tarek buries himself as deep inside of me as he can, I scream, “And I’m yours,” as another orgasm detonates through me, shattering me in all the best ways.
“Yes, you fucking are,” Tarek agrees as he snarls his release and then collapses down on top of me and Riall.
I grunt from his weight, and Riall laughs, which makes the two cocks still inside of me vibrate with mirth. I moan at the flicker of pleasure it sends skating through my body and lie back against Riall’s hard chest as I try to catch my breath. Both my mind and my body float in a pool of undiluted euphoria that I never want to climb out of.
“You’re incredible. So fucking exquisite,” Tarek huffs as he pulls out of me and rolls to the side not occupied by Curio’s languid body.
Riall repositions me to the side and slips out of my ass. The telltale warmth of both his and Tarek’s cum starting to drip out of me has me releasing a sated sigh. I relax into the pillowy bed and soak in the bliss. I gasp in surprise and look down when Curio’s hand presses between my thighs. He starts rubbing his brothers’ cum into me, the glint in his eyes dark and lecherous.
“Just keeping you ready, Moonling,” he tells me, his tone dripping with delicious promise. “None of us are even close to being done with you.”
“Good,” I chirp happily. “Because I’m never going to be done with any of you.”
I take in each of them, emotion swelling in my chest at how grateful I am that they fought for me. That they didn’t give up when I tried to push them away, when I told them I’d never be theirs, that I wouldn’t stay. They knew what I didn’t, that I was their everything, and they were destined to be mine.
There are no more mysteries or secrets between us. No more walls or reservations. I know who I am now, and it’s not because I discovered the truth about my past and how I got here. It’s because three Scorpions looked right into my soul and loved everything they saw…and then they taught me to love it too.
We are the dealers of death that creep from the shadows.
We are the owners of each other’s destinies.
We are the Order of Scorpions, and our reign begins now.
Epilogue
“Tilleo,” I whisper into the master’s ear.
He twitches but doesn’t wake. I smile up at the Scorpions as I press my scorpion tail dagger harder against his throat. For someone who trains assassins, he’s not very vigilant. I scan the dark room and take in the opulence and riches. Being back here makes my skin crawl. Standing this close to Tilleo has all my instincts ringing in alarm, but I’m not a blade slave anymore, and I know the Scorpions won’t let anything happen to me. I stare down at the master, his bedding nice enough to feed a poor fae family for months. I once coveted the luxury Tilleo filled the Scorpion’s tent with when they came for the Bidding. Now, I just want to watch it all burn.
“Tilleo,” I call louder, and this time his lids fly open and he sputters with confusion.
Carob-colored eyes meet mine, and I see fear and confusion pooling there until a hint of recognition trickles in.
“Auset?” he croaks, his voice rough with sleep and bewilderment. “What’s the meaning of this?” he demands as he tries to sit up.
I relish the moment he realizes that sharp steel is pressed against his throat. Wild eyes snap from me to the Scorpions, and the flash of relief he feels at seeing my mates disappears when he takes in the seething looks aimed his way.
“Wh-what’s happening?” he stammers, and the distinct smell of piss wafts through the room.
“We’re having a Bidding,” I announce gleefully, pulling the dagger from his neck and moving to stand with my Scorpions.
“I don’t have blade slaves ready for another Bidding. You told me not to procure anymore,” he argues, perplexed but growing annoyed.
“The Bidding isn’t for any slaves, silly,” I jeer with a saccharine smile. “It’s for you.”
He looks from me back to the Scorpions. “I’m your humble servant. I’ve served you faithfully,” he challenges, his cheeks growing ruddy with anger.
“No, you served yourself faithfully and fucking lied to us,” Scorpius snaps, and Tilleo flinches back from the venom in his tone.
“You violated the sanctum set in place to protect the Orders,” Skull adds, his glare caustic.
“And you hurt our mate,” Riall growls menacingly.
“Your mate?” Tilleo demands. “Who…”
His panicked gaze lands on me, and understanding dawns. His gaze narrows and his nostrils flare with anger.
“Don’t you dare look at her like that,” Tarek seethes, and goose bumps crawl up my arm from the cold warning in his tone.
