Undying Hate~ Book Three

“What- why... What are you doing here?” Sylvie stammered and held the carriage door frame for support as Kian stepped out, reaching for her.

He tucked her unruly, leaf-filled hair behind her ears and furrowed his brow.

“I won’t do it. I won’t leave you, Princess.”

Her breathing almost stopped, the words too good to be true. “But- but who will lead?”

“I will.” Kerensa appeared from the back of the carriage with a sullen look as she shoved a small basket in a tray under the carriage bed. “Some grapes.”

Sylvie stepped out of the reach of Kian’s delicate fingers and shook her head. “Wait a second. What?”

“I offered a choice. He leads, or I do. We are twins, so in the eyes of the Kingdom, it doesn’t matter who does it.”

“Kerensa,” Sylvie’s voice hitched. “Are you sure? You never wanted this-”

“I know, and no, I’m not sure, but it’s the right thing to do.” She grunted and climbed on the carriage roof. “Get in. We’re leaving. We should reach the main castle in a few hours.”

Sylvie followed Kian’s guiding hands up the steps into the carriage and sat beside Elias as her mind worked frantically to process the sudden events.

“Breathe, Kitten.”

Elias scooped her into his lap and slid his fingers along her thighs. She shuddered and warmed under Kian’s lusting gaze.

“I can’t believe this-”

“Why?” Elias’ voice ruffled in her hair.

“You deserve happiness, Sylvie. I chose you before you even rode away from Evergreen.” Kian reached across the space between them and lifted her chin with his finger until her head tilted. Her brows rose until she realised his intention as Elias lowered his lips to her neck.

Her breathing quickened as Elias’ fingers danced closer to the apex of her thighs.

“We can’t,” she whispered, flicking her eyes to the top of the carriage where Kerensa sat.

Kian whispered a few words and traced his finger on the windows. “There.” He smirked. “Soundproofed.”

He unhooked the curtains, and she watched them flutter down, coating them in darkness. The only light came from the flickering indigo eyes observing her shaking in Elias’ lap. She had no doubt his red eyes were glowing too. Not wanting to be blind for the whole experience, she tuned into the nature around her, the wood of the carriage still alive enough that her night vision worked. Now her pink iris’ would be gleaming in the space.

“Don’t make any noise until I tell you that you can,” Elias growled into her ear as his teeth nipped at her lobe.

She nodded and reached for Kian, but Elias jerked her back into his chest, widening his legs apart to force Sylvie open for Kian to see. He trailed his fingers along the seam of her pants, the friction immediately making her wet. She squirmed and held in her whimpers as he unzipped her pants and tugged them off. She kicked the fabric off her feet, and he readjusted her, legs wide open once more.

“Kian.”

With just a name, Kian seemed to know precisely what Elias meant, dropping to his knees in front of them. He kissed along her inner thighs, his hot breath warming her from the inside out. The urge to shut her legs made her muscles quiver, but Elias stopped their movement with a vice grip on her knees. She wrapped her hands around his forearms, gasping for air as his muscles flexed and moved under her hands.

When Kian’s tongue swirled along her pussy, she trembled. How long was he expecting her to stay quiet? This was torture.

He licked and flattened his tongue on her clit, humming softly as he teased her entrance with his finger. The vibrations from his throat were like a vibrator, and she let out the tiniest whine. Elias gripped her throat immediately, his breath fanning across her face. “Quiet Kitten, or you will be punished.”

She nodded again, pressing her lips together until it hurt and leaned back as Kian thrust his tongue inside her. The foreign sensation forced her eyes closed and her legs open.

He teased her repeatedly, taking her right to the point of orgasm and letting it dwindle with calculated thigh kisses.

Elias was rock hard under her ass, and she prayed he would just manhandle her right onto it; she writhed against his cock, moving her hands to Kian’s head. She manoeuvred him up, hoping one of them would fuck her, but he grabbed her wrists, trailing his fingers down to thread with hers.

“No, Princess. You aren’t in charge of this.”

She pouted and furrowed her brow as Elias’s chest rumbled behind her. “Have you forgotten your little indiscretion already?”

Her body came alive under his implication. This was already punishment. But why? What had she done?

“Forcing me to drink your blood, little one. That was unacceptable.”

“But you needed it!” Her shrill voice sounded loud in her ears, and she winced as soon as she said it. But if this was his form of punishment... well...

“I said no,” Elias replied, closing her legs and moving her to sit beside him. “And I said no talking. But you couldn’t help yourself, could you, my little brat.”

“Elias!”

Without a word, he pulled his belt free and folded it in half, tugging it to make a loud crack. She shrank away, scooting over to the safety of her other husband, but Kian just shrugged. “You can’t run from this, Princess. Elias and I have been talking, and we agree you need a little... reeducation.”

Her mouth dropped open at the sexy betrayal, and she crossed her arms. “You’ve been talking about me without me? That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair, kitten. You behave, or you get punished.”

“Well, maybe I’ll punish you-”

Elias’s eyes flashed the brightest red, and he scooped her up instantly, her belly and chest pressed hard against his rock-hard abdomen. He nipped at her neck, throat, and shoulder before growling, “Save your defiance for Rowan.”

“And if I don’t?”

He hummed low in his chest, the vibration almost sounding like a chuckle.

“Kian.”

Elias lifted his hips as Kian tugged down his pants, his cock springing free and hitting Sylvie’s ass. The way they communicated without words both infuriated and turned Sylvie on.

“What are you doing?”

“Just keep talking. I dare you.” Elias’ words sounded anything like a dare. They were a threat. She fought against her nature and clenched her teeth until they squeaked.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

When she didn’t respond, he spanked her hard on the left ass cheek.

She hissed but didn’t cry out. Elias grinned and guided her to the seat next to Kian, the absence of their touch chilling her. Elias leaned back, arms relaxed over the back of the carriage seat and raised his brow at Kian.

“What do you say, Ki? Impact play or exhibitionism?”

She knew what the words meant, but the intention slipped her understanding. Was he going to make someone watch them having sex? No one was around except Kerensa, and that wasn’t on the cards. No way.

“Both. But let’s add restraints.”

“I like the way you think.”

Under the floor was a small storage space, and Kian opened it, pulling out thin cordage. Shibari it was. Sylvie sat silently, eyes roaming from Kian to Elias and back as he tied her wrists to the centre strut beam between the seats. He then moved to her ankles, binding them and pulling them apart, keeping her on full display. So they were gonna watch her?

Kian sat back admiring his handiwork when Elias gripped his wrist and guided his hand to his still erect cock.

Sylvie gasped as Kian’s firm hand wrapped around Elias, and a darker warmth appeared on his brown cheeks and ears.

No way.

Her pussy reacted immediately, jolting as if he had touched her.

As Kian’s hand moved steadily up and down on his own accord, Elias kept his eyes glued on her face. Her breathing quickened with his, and she swallowed as a red heat burned her face. She’d occasionally thought of her mates being intimate but never imagined it being so erotic.

She pulled against her restraints, desperate to touch herself, to get off on her mates— her husbands— touching each other, but the bonds held. She writhed and bucked her hips, wanting more than anything to get closer, to join in, but she couldn’t.

When Kian’s head descended to the drop of precum, she nearly came undone, a moan passing her lips without censorship.

“Quiet Kitten, or you will get nothing.” Elias smirked as a wave of pleasure rippled up his entire body, the subtle energy shift affecting Sylvie and Kian too.

Kian moaned with a full mouth, and Sylvie’s eyes rolled back with pure bliss. A vision of Rowan flashed in her mind, an image of his hand furiously pumping his cock almost as clear as if he was there with her.

As Elias came, Kian groaned as if he orgasmed too, while Sylvie bit her lip to stay silent. There was no way she’d let them have all the fun. The seat was already slick under her ass from her wetness, and she needed proper release.

“Well, aren’t you a good girl?” Elias said, gesturing something to Kian as he sat up.

She begged him with her eyes, and he chuckled. “Take off your pants.”

Kian followed the orders and sat beside Sylvie as Elias reached over and loosened the ankle restraints. Once she had enough room to move her legs up, he lifted her straight on Kian’s lap, his cock slipping into her entrance without a fraction of resistance. He bottomed out, and her head fell back into his chest.

“Did you like that?” Kian murmured in her ear. He almost sounded worried.

Sylvie looked sharply at Elias, who stroked himself again. “You may speak now.”

“That was so fucking hot,” she whispered, blushing hard.

Kian groaned and rocked his hips under her, his left hand rubbing her clit and the other stimulating her nipple.

He bucked and fucked her deeply as she moaned and whined. Every time she caught Elias’ eye, a rush of bliss gripped her heart. She wanted him too. So bad.

As if reading her mind, he leaned over them and untied her hands, letting her touch him. She sighed as he kissed her, Kian’s thrusts increasing speed as Elias’ kisses grew harsher. Their teeth clashed and nipped as Kian’s grip on her hips tightened, and he came inside her.

Elias seemed to know exactly when Kian finished and snatched Sylvie off him, thrusting into her as their kiss continued. Kian’s warm hands wandered down her back, tracing delicious patterns, only momentarily pausing to release her ankles. Once she was free, Elias scooted back on his seat and let her ride him. Kian sat beside them and took over the kiss as Elias grabbed Sylvie’s wrist, his fangs piercing her skin and adding a whole new sensation of pleasure.

As the elation and weightlessness of blood loss hit her head, she let the pressure build inside until she felt right on the verge of coming. Just once, she wanted to be good. Maybe then Elias would reward her. Before coming, right before, she pulled back from Kian’s kiss and asked, “Can I cum? Please.”

Elias growled and detached from her wrist, licking his lips. The blood on his fangs shimmered like it was full of glitter. “Yes, kitten. Cum on my cock.”

Not waiting for one second more, she orgasmed, triggering both Elias and Kian to come again hard. In her mind, she could see Rowan's post-orgasm too. Fuck she missed him.

Once her walls stopped clenching, she collapsed into Elias and laughed breathily.

“Fucking hell, that was-”

“We know,” Kian replied, cleaning himself up with a cloth he found and offering one to Elias and Sylvie.

“How are we gonna explain away this mess to Kerensa, huh?”

“She won’t come in here again. She may not hear or feel what we’re doing, but she isn’t stupid.”

Kian’s words made Sylvie blush even redder as he chuckled as Elias lifted her off him. “Get some rest. We’ll see Stone Court in the morning.”