Jude moves at Raphael’s word. I can’t see what he’s retrieving—my neck won’t twist far enough, and I’m bound too tightly to strain. But I feel the shift in the room. The energy draws taut, like the calm before a storm. My skin prickles in anticipation, fear, and desire warring inside me.
Seth appears on one side, Vincent on the other. They each take a breast, stroking softly, thumbing my nipples, and the pressure inside me coils tight and hot. So close.
And then…Jude is before me, slipping something inside me, smooth, wet, deliberate. I gasp, startled by the intimate intrusion. My heart pounds louder than my thoughts. I don’t look away yet.
Raphael’s hand curves around my throat, possessive, steady, grounding. Not choking, but claiming.
“Feel us. Lose yourself. Find yourself in us. Kings wage war for gods…and gods demand blood. And fire. We are at war with you, for you, our Queen. Queen of us damned souls.”
And then—I feel it.
A searing fire jolting through me.
Not like at Easthaven. Not pain that tears, but fire that burns gently. When I see Jude with a device, I understand. It’s not a vibrator. It’s an electro-shock vibrator.
Jude guides the current, measured, rhythmic. It pulses inside me, coaxing my nerves into submission and awakening. I feel all their eyes on me, but I’m only staring at Raphael out ofthe corner of my eye. My body arches, trembling. Each wave is overwhelming.
And Vincent and Seth don’t stop sucking my nipples, tongues mashing, licking circles around the erect buds.
My moan is half sob, half prayer. My body clenches around the sensation. Raphael’s fingers tighten on my throat, holding me steady as the trembling builds, higher and higher. I am undone.
“Raphael,” I cry out, tears blurring my vision. “Please, I can’t?—”
A tilt of his head is all the warning I get before he grips my throat harder, cutting off my air, leaving fingerprints. He yanks me back from the high. Jude shocks me again. Then, the dildo starts vibrating. I don’t blink for several seconds until it hurts…until he gives me air.
He doesn’t stop. They all edge me for the next hour, bringing me so close, but Raphael always manages to rip me back. Sometimes they switch places, and I’ll see him fist himself, growing harder and thicker.
And slowly, Jude has turned up the setting.
Now, every intense shock is mine to own. They own me. I own this.
It’s nothing like Easthaven—where pain was weaponized, stripped of meaning, demanding blind obedience and hollow heart. No pleasure. No emotion. There, I was silenced. Here, I scream, and they listen. The Prophet broke me down. Here, I’m rising.
My kings don’t shock me to erase me. They ignite me. They don’t take my power. They remind me it’s mine. I submit not because I’m weak, but because I’m strong enough to choose surrender, to choose enslavement.
This pain doesn’t diminish me. It crowns me.
Three rapid-fire shocks. My inner muscles flutter.
Raphael rips out the dildo, leaving my pussy tingling and clenching. Vincent and Seth retreat.
But just as Raphael sinks his head between my wet pubic lips, probing my entrance, I shake my head and command, “Stop!”
He freezes. Every muscle in his face turns to steel. A predatory warning infests his eyes as he probes again.
“Not yet,” I plead, staring him down, then rasping, “I want…Rory.”
All this time, he’s been behind me, intermittently stroking and kneading my ass. Now, he shifts to one side, tucks a few of my curls behind my ear, and lifts a brow in surprise. I get just a glimpse of his length. I can’t believe I’m thinking of this, wanting this. Part of me believes I am crazy. But I’ve been crazy since the night I bit off his earlobe.
“See something ye like, Lass?” Rory kisses my cheek, his eyes darting to their corners to meet Raphael’s.
The alpha bares his teeth in a silent growl—until I say, “Red, I want you to, need you to…fuck—my—ass.”
The others’ breaths grow labored. But I barely hear them over the growl of possession resonating in Raphael’s throat. His whole being seems to absorb the shadows.
“Uh, Briella, you said if I ever fucked your arse…well, I like my cleaver. I like itoutsideof my body.” He doesn’t lose his twisted smirk, and I can see the unhinged glint in his eye.
The second I look down, his cock jerks. And I face him again. “I need you to because…becausehedid.”
