Page 33 of A Bond in Blood (Blood Bound Duet #1)

Chapter 33

A nother two weeks passed before Ulrich had called us all to the dock for Bjorn’s public banishment.

I stood behind him, refusing to step forward while the citizens of his city and island gathered. Despite this banishment being called by my own words, I could not bring myself to watch.

Olen appeared at my side, his clattering earrings giving away his approach. I glanced up at him and he gave me a sly smile.

“Princess,” he whispered.

“Olen,” I replied, turning my eyes to Ulrich’s back once more.

“The prisoner is being brought from the dungeons. Has Ulrich not explained your part in this?”

I met Olen’s eyes, stumbling a step backward.

“What? My part?”

Olen grinned further. “Brenna, this is your banishment. Ulrich will require your part in it all. You will cut the rope that sends the small ship away and out toward the mist.”

I turned my head right as Ulrich twisted his body in my direction. His smile was wide, manic, and wild.

“Olen, thank you for explaining. I wasn’t looking forward to another argument today,” he laughed.

I clamped my mouth shut. It wasn’t worth refuting his decision. Not publicly. Not with something that I could feel was too important for Ulrich and his people.

Ulrich and Olen turned at the clanking ring of chains dragging down the docks. I, however, kept my eyes forward while I took a step toward Ulrich.

The king didn’t glance my way when I arrived at his side. His hand ran down my arm and he leaned down, whispering for only mine and Olen’s ears to hear.

“Good girl.”

My blood went hot.

I turned my eyes to Olen who had a fire in his gaze. Heat that made my knees weak.

Ulrich’s hand went to my wrist, holding it tightly. A subtle show of his control and ownership of me.

One I did not turn away from.

Bjorn’s smile was sickening when Ulrich’s dark monsters deposited him at the king’s feet. His beard was still thick, but his face was no longer swollen.

Bruised, yes, but you could see his features once more.

“My king,” Bjorn sneered. His eyes went to mine and I held back my recoil. Instead, I held my head high, staring back at him.

“She’s confident today,” he snarled.

“I suggest you hold your tongue,” Ulrich replied. “She can change your punishment at any time, cousin , do not forget that.”

Bjorn’s smile turned to a mischievous, sweet expression. One I hated instantly.

“Princess,” he hissed. “Would you give me another chance?”

Ulrich released his hold on me, and I stepped forward, then crouched to meet Bjorn's eyes.

“What was your intention with me?” I whispered.

Bjorn’s eyes went wide with glee. “What do you think, princess? My cock needed someone to bury into. It prefers women who do not fight back.”

My hand connected with his cheek and I stood, returning to my place between Ulrich and Olen.

Bjorn took several moments to lift his head before he laughed, that annoying, shrill sound.

“Do you not remember what I told you, princess? He will ruin you. He will rip you to pieces with little to no remorse. You are setting yourself up to be destroyed.”

I remained quiet while I inhaled deep breaths, trying to ground myself and my anger.

Ulrich leaned down, his beard and the edge of his dark mask brushed my neck.

“Remember that rage Harold ignited inside of you? Remember the thickness of his blood on your skin?”

I snapped my head up, meeting the king’s eyes.

Olen leaned in, brushing my arm. “It’s just another life, Brenna. Claim it.”

The heat of them pressing me between their bodies and the waiting eyes of Ulrich’s people was too much. I shook my head, stepping back slightly.

“This fool deserves his banishment,” I announced. “Death is the easy way out of facing his crimes.”

Ulrich’s eyes glassed over with amusement, but he titled his chin in acknowledgement of my words.

My breaths trembled with relief. He was upholding our agreement.

Bjorn would not die at my hands.

Ulrich lifted his kin by the neck of his thread-bare shirt and tossed him into the air. I jumped back in surprise, watching the man fly until his body crashed into the small boat tied to the dock.

Olen approached me again, dropping his voice.

“Ulrich will give you a knife and you will cut that rope. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

Ulrich turned, as though he was aware of my agreement and his hand flicked out, revealing one of his shadow knives.

“My Lady ,” he whispered.

My hands did not tremble when I grasped the end of the knife, wrapping my palm around the shadow handle.

Bjorn stared at me with hate in his eyes while I crouched down.

“You stupid whore, ” he sneered from the boat.

“I may be Ulrich’s whore,” I replied, “but at least I made the choice to be so.”

I ripped the knife across the rope, watching while the threads split. Bjorn’s boat did not move, and I wondered what I had done wrong, when Ulrich’s cold was beside me. His shadow knife was gone from my hands, and I stared while the shadows crawled across the docks, shoving against the boat and sending it out to the water.

“Banishment!” Ulrich’s voice shouted. “You will never return to these shores.”

Bjorn didn’t reply, but he kept his eyes on me. I steadied my breath while I watched him float away until the mist opened for the boat and he disappeared off in the distance.

My shoulders relaxed once the mist fell again, allowing Bjorn to turn into a distant memory.

“How did that feel?” Ulrich whispered beside me.

I met his eyes, finding intrigue in his gaze.

I lifted my shoulders. “I do not know,” I admitted.

Olen’s jingling earrings rattled behind me and I turned on my heel, meeting his eyes.

“You didn’t cut his throat for calling you a whore,” he laughed.

Ulrich’s responding laugh instantly irritated me, and I threw my hands up in defeat.

“You both ruin everything with your jests.”

“Or we make your life more entertaining,” Olen replied.

“Irritating,” I replied with a smile.

Ulrich pressed his chest against my back, and he pulled me against him. His hand brushed my cheek, causing me to tremble. My vision blurred slightly from his touch, clouding the faces of his sneering citizens watching us.

“I will take the irritation,” he muttered. “It’s better than the rage.”

“I thought you approved of my hate,” I replied.

He pressed further against me and his hand landed against my lower stomach. “I said nothing about the hate.”

I gulped and my hand went to his. Then, like a madwoman, I held it against me, pressing my palm against the top of his hand.

“That hate is addictive, remember?” he whispered into my ear.

I nodded my head in agreement, unsure how we had gotten here and why it was so strangely comfortable.

I left Ulrich and Olen on the dock while I made my way back to the bedroom, exhausted from the high emotions of sending Bjorn away.

When I opened the door, my eyes went to the closet. Where my trunks were tucked away at the back.

My gaze went back to the hallway, and I prayed neither man had followed me. I closed the bedroom door slowly and slipped into the closet. My breaths were heavy while I lifted the lid of my deepest chest and peered inside.

To those unknowing, it appeared to be full of dresses I had not yet pulled out. But to the woman who knew this trunk intimately, my eyes found the hidden compartment easily.

My hands trembled while I lifted the gowns and then pulled on the clasp at the bottom. As quickly as I could, I lifted the papers, a handful of letters I had penned to Titania in moments of panic months before.

Words that I knew would change everything if Ulrich were to find them.

I stared at my ink. At the hate that still lived in my heart. The hate that was slowly unraveling to something different. Something I could not fully understand.

I leaned against the trunk, holding the papers out, contemplating my next move.

The door opened, startling me and they slipped from my grasp.

“No!” I whispered, but I was too late.

Olen’s head appeared at my gasps and his eyes went right to the evidence of my deception.

“Letters for your father?” he asked with a grin.

I scrambled to my feet and Ulrich’s head appeared behind Olen’s. My stomach dropped. I was dead. I would be murdered right where I stood.

Ulrich’s eyes went to the papers, grasping one before I could stop him. Olen’s gaze turned menacing while I watched his eyes scan the words Ulrich was intently reading.

“ My dearest queen, I write, begging for your aid...” Ulrich's eyes met mine and his chest moved with his slowed breaths. “ Your court’s most terrified monster has me locked within his walls.”

“Brenna, you fucking fool,” Olen sighed.

“Ulrich,” I whispered.

Ulrich stepped into the closet, shoving Olen aside while his hands gripped the letter, and he continued reading aloud.

“ He has branded me, my queen. Scarring my body and soul. . .” His words stopped and he pulled his gaze from my words. “Interesting,” he hissed.

“Ulrich,” I said again.

His shadows came toward me, slamming me into the trunk behind me. He approached, his body a towering omen. His eyes, determined to claim my soul.

“What is this?” he demanded.

My tears built in my eyes while I tried to force myself to reply. To explain myself.

“Brenna,” his voice was a warning, “what is this?”

“Nothing,” I responded. “Nothing, I was about to get rid of them. I was going to burn them!”

His hand gripped my neck and his eyes went dark.

“You have betrayed me, princess,” he whispered.

I shook my head. “I have not! I have not sent one single letter. I wrote them when I was tortured in my mind. When I needed to release the hate in my heart. Ulrich, I promise I was going to destroy them!”

He held the parchment before my face mockingly.

“Tell me what your request was going to be.”

I blinked. “What?”

My eyes went to Olen who pulled his gaze away from mine.

“Ulrich,” I sobbed. “Please.”

“What was your request going to be in just a few months’ time, Brenna? Was it to send these? I see no dates on this one. Were you hoping Titania would come to your aid? To enact war on your behalf?”

“Ulrich,” I croaked, struggling against his tightening hold.

“Brenna, tell me what your request was going to be!” he shouted.

He dropped me while his voice echoed around us and I fell to the ground, gasping and gripping my throat.

“Fine!” I shouted back. “Fine! Yes! I was going to beg for her aid. I was going to request her to come to your shores and help me. But my desire for that ended weeks ago.”

He was at my level in an instant, his eyes barreling into mine. “When?” he demanded.

“When Oberon sent that ship,” I cried. “I swear it, Ulrich. I swear on my soul that I was going to destroy these.”

Ulrich stood, turning his head to Olen while he tsked his tongue.

“She has been disobedient.”

My stomach knotted at the smile on Olen’s face.

“It appears she has,” he hissed.

Ulrich turned back to me, pulling up my chin to stare into his eyes.

“I could send her to the dungeons,” he whispered.

I shook my head. “Please.”

“Please what?” he replied.

“Please do not make me go down there.”

“Betrayal deserves punishment, Brenna,” Ulrich replied, gripping my chin tighter.

“I know,” I cried.

Olen let out a loud breath and Ulrich stepped away. My eyes dragged upward, finding them with their arms crossed while they grinned at each other.

They were both absolutely insane.

“How many days?” I asked, pulling myself to my feet.

“For what?” Ulrich replied.

“The dungeons?” I responded, glancing past their shoulders to the bedroom behind them. “How many days will you force me down there?”

Olen grinned and stepped back into the room. Ulrich did the same. I followed them both apprehensively, until I was in the middle of the room.

The fire in both of their eyes ignited a burn inside of me. One of intrigue and fear I could not shake.

“I will not force you to the dungeons, princess,” Ulrich replied, circling me. His hand brushed my neck, and I trembled.

“What are you talking about?” I whispered.

His body slammed against mine and his palm gripped my throat, forcing me to stare at Olen.

“Betrayal deserves punishment,” he muttered against my ear. “I will choose your punishment.”

“Ulrich…” I began my protests and yelled out when my knees buckled under me, sending me to the ground.

He stayed pressed against me, holding my throat tightly, but gently.

“You will accept this punishment, do you understand?”

I did not understand until the sound of a buckle unclasping came from above. My eyes widened when my gaze turned upward, finding Olen undressing before me.

Ulrich held me tighter.

“This is a punishment,” he whispered again. “But you are in control. Do you understand?”

“No,” I admitted.

“You will take what we give you. Every moment of it. Every bit of pain and ecstasy. If you do not wish for it, then yes, I will lock you in the dungeon for as long as I see fit.”

My body trembled against his while I considered his words.

“I need an answer.” He bit my ear with his whisper.

My eyes went up again, finding Olen with a full erection standing so close to my face it would have taken little effort to claim him with my mouth.

“What is my punishment?” I replied, trying to understand what I was agreeing to.

“Whatever we deem appropriate,” Olen responded above. “Whatever our king demands of you.”

Ulrich’s body pressed into mine and my body went hot at the heat of his arousal under the fabric of my dress.

“Pain?” I muttered.

Ulrich laughed behind me. “And pleasure. Both, at the same time. We cannot allow you to forget you are being punished. You will have to tell us your limits though.”

“How?” I whispered, unsure how my voice had managed to speak with the nerves fluttering in my belly.

“Yell out the name of your island if it is too much. If you relent or the pain has broken you to your limit.”

Nóatún

The word rang in my head as my hand went back, gripping Ulrich’s thigh without my control. His breath hitched against my ear and his hand held my throat tighter.

“It’s about trust,” he whispered. “Do you trust us, Brenna?”

Trust. The word was hot in my mind. A fire determined to burn through me.

“Do you accept your punishment?” Ulrich’s voice was a growl, low and full of need.

I met Olen’s eyes and the shimmer of mischief in them. My hand held Ulrich tighter while I considered my choices: accept this punishment and send my sin-stained soul further into the darkest depths, or take the easy choice, the comfortable one of being thrown back into those rotted dungeons.

The woman who had arrived on this island would have chosen the second, easier option. She would have recoiled knowing the fire these men now put through her body and blood. She likely would have died where she stood if she knew that I did trust these creatures, even if it were only that they would not truly harm my body in this way.

I gulped and Ulrich held me tighter.

I was no longer that woman.

“I accept,” I whispered.

“What a good beast ,” Ulrich sneered. “Open your mouth.”

I hesitated for a moment, my body’s attempt to stop me and Ulrich’s hand went to my jaw, forcing it to open.

“You will do as you're told, tonight. Do you understand?”

I nodded, trying to ignore the pain of his grip while Olen approached.

“Olen,” Ulrich’s beard brushed my cheek while he gazed up at his right hand, “fuck her face.”

I leaned back, a reaction I had no control over, and Ulrich’s free hand gripped my hair. His palm flattened against my head, shoving me toward Olen. My body went hot and tight at the sensation of Olen’s shaft sliding down my throat. Gently at first, like the giant wanted to remind me of my control, but then the beast in him took over.

Ulrich’s hand gripped my head still while Olen pushed into me, filling my throat with him. Not allowing me a moment to catch my breath when he pulled out then thrusted down again.

My body trembled on my knees and my eyes watered. I wanted to beg for their release. For them both to allow me a moment to pause, but a darker part of me accepted this punishment. Accepted the heavy breaths both men let out and the heat of their desire wrapping around my body.

Slickness grew between my thighs, and I let out a groan as Olen went deeper, forcing me to gag on him and pull away. I leaned down, my hands gripping the stone floor while I tried to steady my breaths.

Ulrich’s hand pulled my hair up again, yanking me away from the ground.

“I did not say you were done,” he seethed in my ear.

He pressed his palm against my back, keeping me on all fours. His hands threw the skirts of my gown over my hips, and I trembled as he ripped my undergarments from my body, exposing me to him.

“Olen,” he demanded.

His hand on my head kept me from being able to glance up to see what he was demanding but then my screams echoed across the room when something cold and hard slapped against my backside.

“Fuck the fucking Gods!” I yelled out.

Olen was on his knees in an instant, his hand cupping my chin.

“You and those Gods, princess,” he laughed. “Hold still.”

I shook my head, suddenly regretting my choice with the sting of whatever Ulrich had struck me with bringing back memories of my lashes.

“Please,” I whispered. “I can’t.”

Olen’s mischievous smile grew serious, and he held me tighter. “You know what to say if you are truly done. The dungeons will welcome you. Are you done, Brenna?”

I stared into his dark eyes. My lips wanted to utter the word. My mind wanted me to end this insanity.

But my soul could not allow it to stop.

I shook my head and Olen nodded with an appreciative grin.

Ulrich’s hand brushed against the sensitive skin he’d struck moments before. I held Olen’s gaze, my legs trembling at the sound of Ulrich’s clothing being removed behind me.

He pressed against me, his hard cock just brushing my entrance.

“Stay here,” he whispered as he shoved away.

Olen smiled at me, brushing his thumb across my lower lip. “It’s a miracle, princess. You’re doing what you’re told.”

My lower belly ached with need while he continued to circle his teasing and maddening touch.

I began to wonder what Ulrich had disappeared for when his hand appeared in my peripheral, passing Olen a sheath. Olen winked, pulling his thumb away while he rolled it down over himself. Then Ulrich was behind me again, rubbing himself against my slickness once more.

“Olen,” he muttered, “our whore is wet for us.”

My body froze at his words.

Olen grinned at me. “Is she?”

Ulrich’s hand reached around me, stroking between my thighs. He groaned while he moved against me.

“She is so wet for us,” he moaned. “Like the good whore she is.”

I hated how much I loved his use of the word in that moment. How it sent my legs trembling with desire, clouding my mind’s attempt to protest.

Olen stood, leaving me to stare at the bed while he went to my backside. My body was shaking while I waited for what was to come when Ulrich’s body pulled from mine and he took the spot Olen had been in moments before.

My eyes went right to the tattoos on his thighs then traveled to his hard cock.

He smiled, brushing my lips as Olen had and I let out a gasp when Olen’s fingers entered me suddenly.

“Tell me what you are, Brenna,” Ulrich said with his eyes flaring.

I shook my head and Olen added another finger, pumping in and out of me quickly. Stealing my ability to respond.

Ulrich gripped my chin, preventing my head from dropping from the pleasure.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I met his eyes.

“What are you?” he asked.

I wanted to say it. Gods, I wanted nothing more than to fall into his depravities. To accept this punishment for what it was. To accept the consequences of my own foolish actions.

Olen went faster and I cried out again when the same cold sting hit my backside once again.

“What are you?” Ulrich repeated.

I bit my lip and shook my head again. I couldn’t do it.

Olen’s fingers pulled away. I let out a breath of relief then yelled when he roughly slammed into me, jolting my body forward with his thrust.

“Oh Gods,” I cried, trying to gather my breath.

Olens hand pulled at my hair, forcing me to stare into Ulrich’s waiting gaze. The king smiled at me. An expression that forced my muscles to tighten around Olen in response.

The right hand groaned, thrusting harder. “Whatever you just did,” he panted, “make her do it again.”

Olen lifted me higher with his hold on my hair and Ulrich gripped my neck.

“Brenna,” his voice was full of need, “you are not doing what you’re told.”

I gasped out in shock when Olen pulled from me and Ulrich threw me over his shoulder. He set me at the end of the bed, and I turned around, finding them both staring at me with wicked smiles.

“Undress,” Olen ordered.

Ulrich smiled.

My hands did as I was told, pulling the strings at the back of my dress, releasing the barrier that kept the fabric on my shoulders. It fell from the front of me, exposing my breasts as it crumpled to the ground.

They both stared at me with hunger. It sent hot need coursing through my body.

“Sit on the bed,” Ulrich muttered while his hand went to his cock, and he stroked himself slowly.

My chest was moving at an agonizing speed while I watched him.

“Now, Brenna.”

I obeyed once more, backing up until my knees hit the edge of the bed and I sat down.

“Open your legs,” Ulrich’s voice was so full of heat my body warmed as though it would melt in my spot.

Olen crossed the room, and my eyes went to him, watching as he settled onto the bed beside my head. His hand went to my breast, cupping my flesh while his thumb circled my nipple.

His other hand forced my thighs open, and I cried out in shock.

“Obey, Brenna,” Olen ordered.

I was sure my mind was outside of my body when Ulrich slowly approached the bed. In the corner of my eye, I could see Olen stroking himself while his other hand held my legs open.

“How much can you handle?” Ulrich asked.

My legs trembled but Olen held his grip, not allowing one thigh to meet the other.

Ulrich stared down at me, then licked his lip and I was sure I would die from the arousal it sent through me.

“I think she can handle more than she realizes,” Olen replied for me.

Ulrich grinned and his hand flicked. My eyes went to his wrist where I found a small black shadow whip in his grasp.

“No!” I tried to clammer away, but Olen held me tighter.

“Say the word, Brenna and I will allow you to dress and be carried to the dungeons,” Ulrich replied.

My hands shook at my sides while my mind begged me to yell out the name of my home. I was so fucking foolish for not doing it. For not uttering the words that could have saved me from what would happen next.

I was even more foolish for how much I loved it.

I shook my head, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my concession.

“Good girl,” Olen’s hand returned to my breast, and he tugged upward on my nipple. “I suggest you hold onto something, princess.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until the sting of Ulrich’s small whip collided with my skin. Right onto my clit, sending shocks of pain and pleasure through my body.

My hands gripped the sheets when his whip hit again. I turned my head, searching for a pillow or sheet to bite into. Olen’s hand stopped me, forcing my mouth open while he slid himself back down my throat.

My eyes watered and I stared up at him while he thrusted down. “Do not bite me,” he warned, tugging on my flesh again.

“How many letters?” Ulrich asked.

Olen thrusted again, preventing me from being able to respond.

“I believe there were five, your grace,” he groaned.

Another lash hit me, and my eyes watered. I expected more pain, and it was there, but even more maddening was the pleasure.

Olen pulled away, allowing me to inhale and his hand went lower, pulling against my skin, revealing more of me to Ulrich.

Giving the insane king more access to my sensitive flesh.

“Two more,” the right hand whispered before he sucked on my clit forcefully.

I cried out in shock and my nails dragged down Olen’s thigh. My unintentional attack did not stop him from sucking harder.

He pulled away, keeping his hold on me and my exposure to Ulrich.

The next whip was just as overwhelming as the other three. Forcing indecent cries and whimpers from my lips.

Ulrich’s voice broke through my noises while Olen started circling my skin, tugging at the tightness aching within me.

“Come for us,” Ulrich ordered. “Come for us, Brenna and then you will get your last punishment.”

My trembling was outside of my control. I shouldn’t have wanted any of this. I shouldn’t have needed either of their touches.

But fuck the Gods, I did.

I threw my head back, lifting my hips while Olen pressed against me. My mind went numb with the release and my body shook the bed beneath us.

“Fuck, yes,” Olen hissed, not stopping his unrelenting circling on my sensitive skin.

“More,” Ulrich demanded.

I wanted to lift my head to meet his eyes, but my body did not allow me to while my next release washed over me with Olen’s touch.

“Gods,” I cried. “Gods!”

“They will not answer,” Olen whispered, “but we will.”

I braced for Ulrich’s next whip, but nothing happened. My head snapped up and I met his eyes.

“Tell us what you are, Brenna.”

This game. Fuck, it was addicting. It was consuming everything that I was, but I no longer cared.

I threw my head back. “I’m your whore,” I cried.

“Fuck,” Olen groaned. His hands stopped and I inhaled to catch my breath then screamed out my exhale as Ulrich’s whip hit me for the last time.

The pain brought an unexpected orgasm to the surface. One so strong it forced tears to fall from my eyes. Olen’s hands held me down while my muscles spasmed. My body went tight and hot, stealing my ability to release a breath from my lungs. So much ecstasy, I was sure I would die from the never-ending pleasure.

When my release had finally ended, my vision was blurry and I blinked as Ulrich crawled over me, pressing his chest against mine.

“Do you see what happens when you listen, Brenna?” he whispered. “Ecstasy so sinful, your soul wonders why you want more.”

I nodded in response.

“Turn around,” Olen ordered.

I did as he instructed, twisting my body and placing my head at the end of the bed with my legs pointed toward the top by Olen. Ulrich’s chest bumped my head, and I glanced up.

“Lean on me,” he said quietly.

Not caring to understand why, I did what I was told again. I lifted myself onto my elbows, leaning back against his chest. His cold whip licked at my skin, coiling around my arm like a tempting serpent.

Before I could release a breath, Olen was on me again, lifting my legs into the air. My yelp was loud, echoing across the room when his lips touched my clit.

Ulrich’s hand went over my mouth. His teeth dragged across my ear. “I will never get over watching you experience pleasure.”

My eyes rolled while Olen’s mouth and tongue moved against me. Everything was so sensitive, almost too sensitive. But I did not want him to stop.

“Our whore deserves some care after taking her punishment,” Olen muttered against me.

I gripped the sheets, trembling against Ulrich as Olen consumed me. It was ecstasy I had never experienced before, pleasure my body could barely believe existed.

My next orgasm was tamer, not as intense, but pure bliss all the same. It was a rush of heat, flowing across my skin and deep inside of me, Ulrich held me against his chest while I shook with my release. Olen’s hands on my thighs gripped me tighter, but he did not pull his mouth from me.

“Yes,” Ulrich groaned into my ear. “Come for him.”

I groaned back and Olen laughed against me, licking me slowly while my shaking slowed.

When my orgasm had finished, Olen sat back, settling near the headboard and Ulrich smiled down at me.

“Your reward for taking your punishment,” he whispered, brushing his finger against my lips. “Two cocks to fill you.”

I nodded again, unsure if my body could move. Ulrich gripped my wrists, pulling me upward. He flipped me to face him then helped me crawl back toward Olen. When I had reached the right hand, Ulrich lifted me, keeping my eye contact while Olen slipped himself into me.

I trembled at the pressure of him inside.

“Lie back,” Ulrich ordered.

I did as he said, opening my legs for him while I laid against Olen’s chest. My hand found Olen’s open palm and I wrapped mine around his.

He held me tight while Ulrich slipped inside, pausing for a moment to allow me to catch my breath.

They both began to move after a subtle nod of approval from me. To my surprise, Ulrich’s hand found mine and Olen’s, gripping us while they both thrusted into me. Their groans sent chills down my body, and I held them both tighter.

Wondering how in the Gods I was falling so far into the darkness, and why I wanted more to consume my soul.