Page 142 of Conquered

Starting at my toes, he kisses my sweaty body in between singing along to the song, crawling up to me, and leaving delicious tingles in his wake. He gently kisses the red stripes that Kai left on my breasts, with a featherlight touch that leaves mesquirming on the sheets. He teases my nipples with his tongue until they're pebbled and rock hard. He then moves onto my throat, kissing and sucking, until I'm writhing underneath him, his lips moving to hover over mine.

“Loki…” I breathe against them, feeling the pierced tip of him begin to push inside me. “I don't know if I can...” I whimper, shaking as he goes deeper.

“Of course you can, Pretty Girl, you're such a good girl,” he croons, and gently keeps pushing until he bottoms out, letting out a deep contented sigh.

He begins to gently undulate his hips in time with the music, picking up the lyrics, singing to me like he did on our date night all those weeks ago. My breathing speeds up as he moves inside me, gasping every time he grinds his pelvis into my clit.

I can feel the flicker of an orgasm come to life inside me as he slowly builds me up, his body aligned with mine, not an inch of space between us. His hands tangle in my hair, as he sings in my ear, and it's so sensual and hot that the flames turn into a bonfire, and before I know it, I'm seeing stars as he draws another shuddering climax from my aching, spent body, tears springing into my eyes.

My inner walls convulse around his cock, my nails biting into my palms with the force of my release.

“Lilly!” he cries out moments later as he reaches his own crescendo, his body going completely rigid, a look of bliss on his angelic face.

His weight settles on top of me, and I relish the crush as we both relearn what gravity feels like.

I’m so exhausted, I can barely open my eyes, and I lay there fucking glowing. I feel a tug on my wrist, then the sweet release of the bindings being undone. Through slitted lids, I see Ash moving to untie my ankles.

“Loki, get off her,” Ash demands. “Take her downstairs, and clean her up. Kai, find her fresh PJs, silk ones, then bring her back here. Jax and I will remake the bed,” Ash directs, his voice firm yet not unkind. He leans over to brush my hair off my face as Loki complies with a grumble. “You're staying with me tonight, Princess,” he utters under his breath next to my ear, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

Loki takes my hand, encouraging me to the side of the bed, then scooping me up in his arms and carrying me out of the room, which I’m fucking grateful for as I doubt I could walk. I hear Jax grumble, “Fucking show off,” as we pass him, which makes Loki shake with laughter.

He brings me down the stairs and into the bathroom, turning on the shower and taking me inside. My legs are like jelly, what with being tied and the multiple orgasms, unable to support my weight, so he keeps ahold of me as he sets me on my feet, washing me, then towelling me dry. Kai walks in with fresh PJs, dusky pink silk with cream lace, as per Ash’s instructions, and helps me into them as Loki finishes drying himself off.

Then, Loki sweeps me back up into his arms and carries me upstairs with Kai following behind us. He sets me down gently onto the freshly made bed, pulling the covers up over me and giving me a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Loki whispers into my ear, stroking the side of my face tenderly. Moving away, he’s replaced by Kai, who kisses me gently too, before wishing me a good night. Jax playfully barges Kai out of the way, leaning down to do the same.

My eyelids start to droop as I hear the door click shut, plunging the room into darkness. The bed dips some minutes later, just as I’m drifting off, and I’m surrounded by the scent of fresh ginger. Ash pulls me tight into him, my back to his front, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“‘I love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old,’”

he quotes in hushed tones, and I vaguely register it’s from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, before the darkness of sleep enfolds me in its warm embrace.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

LILLY

Monday rolls around, and I’m a little sore between my thighs and pleasurably exhausted, but alas, it’s back to classes for us all. I haven’t seen Robert around, rumour is that after his dad’s arrest, he and his mum have had to move states to escape the hounding by the media.Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say!

It’s the second to last week before winter break, and we’re preparing for a full five days of exams next week. I’m pretty much studying every spare minute, with one of the guys always by my side revising, too. I don’t know why I’m so surprised at how studious they are. Even Jax, whose focus is sports, takes his theory subjects very seriously.

We all sit down for dinner on Wednesday evening in our dorm. Kai has made an incredible Pad Thai dish that has my mouth watering. There’s also these little dumpling-bun things, filled with duck, and some teriyaki marinated chicken skewers.

“Kai, this smells amazing!” I gush, piling my plate high, and stuffing half a dumpling-bun into my mouth, moaning at theincredible flavours. All the guys chuckle, even Ash, used to my table manners, or lack thereof, by now.

Turning to Jax, I swallow my mouthful, slightly nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“So, I’ve been looking into the best way for you to come off the steroids,” I inform him, twirling some noodles on my fork. “We have to be careful because sudden withdrawal can cause all sorts of unpleasant symptoms, including depression, suicidal thoughts, and reduced sex drive.” Jax spits his water out at this, and Loki barks out a laugh.

“Don’t worry, Pretty Girl, the rest of us can pick up theslack,” Loki emphasises, then grunts as someone kicks him under the table.

“Unhelpful, Loki,” I roll my eyes at him, then look back to Jax. “Anyway, the best course of action is to seek a medically assisted detox, usually as an inpatient in rehab,” I gently suggest, taking his hand in mine. Jax’s brow is furrowed, and he’s stopped eating. “I know it sounds extreme, but then you can get the best treatment, and any medicine or hormone replacements that you need, plus access to a therapist, Jax,” I entreat him.

“It’s too public,” Ash remarks, and I glare at him. “Oh, don’t get your panties in a twist, Princess. They say that in England, right?” he smirks at me.Fucking shitpouch.His gaze turns back to Jax. “We’ll go private, hire a team, and Jax can stay at our private island house over winter break.”

“Your fucking what?!” I exclaim, disbelieving the words that I’m sure he just said.

“We own an island near Bali, so Jax can stay there and get clean,” he explains with an eye roll. “Will your parents miss you over Christmas?” he asks Jax, and I’m still stunned and speechless.Fucking rich arseholes.