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Twenty-Three

Help Me Forget

I ’m lying in bed with my men, and I don’t want to get up.

If I do, I have to face reality, so for a bit, I’ll lose myself in them.

I will let them take me away, comfort me, and make me happy before I have to become Worth the queen again.

I don’t remember how we got back here, but we did without seeing anyone.

The moon is high in the sky, shining through the balcony, but I know soon it will be sunrise again, and I will have to bury my father.

I will have to pretend I am not in pain, I will have to be the queen they need and are expecting, but here…

Right now, I’m just Mi Alma . Baby girl. Angel. Baby. Soulmate.

I turn into their reaching hands. Maxen’s chest is there, always behind me, always my rock.

He’s the closest one, so I smash my lips to his.

He groans, his hands going to my ass and gripping me, dragging me across his chest until I am straddling him.

He knows I’m using him, I can feel it, but he’s willing to do whatever I want as long as I am okay.

“Help me forget,” I plead against his lips, not for the first time.

He inhales, his hands clutching more tightly before he rumbles, “You heard her, Jax, on your back,” he demands.

He lifts me up and places me on Jax, who lies down next to him.

I drop my hands to his chest as I peer down into those hungry grey eyes.

His hands go to my hips as he waits for me to dominate him.

But this isn’t about my strength, this is about my weakness, and when I feel Maxen behind me, I sigh in relief at not having to make a decision.

At not having to be in charge for once .

He wraps his hand into my hair, making a fist and yanking my head back. “You will do exactly what I say, won’t you?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I hiss, rubbing myself against him, relenting to his control, surrendering to my husbands. I give them control over me, losing myself in the pleasure they promise.

“Good girl. Are you nice and wet for us?” he asks and reaches down, dipping his fingers inside me and grunting. “Not good enough. Drax, get over here and make our girl wet.”

Drax laughs and slips in next to me, uncaring about his brother being there.

“Hell yes, now that I can do.” He grins up at me and then spins upside down and presses his mouth to my pussy, licking and sucking automatically.

Fast and hard, no teasing strokes. I groan and rock against his mouth, whimpering when his fingers spear into me, knowing just how I like it.

Within a moment, I am nearly coming, and they must know.

“Stop,” Maxen barks.

Drax groans but pulls away, sitting up with wide, lust-filled eyes. His lips are parted and glistening with my cream, his chest heaving. “Fuck, I forgot how good she tastes.”

Maxen slides his fingers back across me again.

“That’s better. Now, Mi Alma , you are going to ride Jax’s cock, aren’t you?

He’s going to put his hands up so the only thing touching you is his cock.

You are going to ride him so good, make him wild and come, and then Drax will fuck you.

” He licks along my neck as I moan. “And then Thorn and me together…and then if you can still walk, the crazy bastard can have you.”

Jax lifts his hands and presses them to the wall, his abs clenching as Maxen helps me hover over his dick.

At Maxen’s urging, I drop down. impaling myself.

I cry out at the intrusion, the slight edge of pain making it feel all the better.

I start to rock automatically, and Maxen goes back to kissing my neck and whispering dirty things in my ear.

I can feel all the others staring, watching, so I tilt back my head and lose myself. Letting myself just feel, I use him and ride his cock, chasing my orgasm, which is building again.

“That’s it, ride him. Fuck, you should see how beautiful you look right now.

Everyone else gets to see you, but only we get to see you like this, and I love it.

I love how I can hear your heart hammering.

” He licks along my neck. “How I can taste your need. I can’t wait to be inside you, to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my cock as two of your husbands fuck you. ”

I flicker open my eyes to see Jax’s teeth gnashed together, his eyes narrowed and bones grinding, abs tight, his hands shaking against the wall to undoubtedly stop himself from touching me. It’s torture, a form of domination, and he loves it.

“Look what you do to him. You make us all weak. One touch, and we are gone. One look, and we are yours, always. Our bodies are for you to use, our hearts are yours to protect, and our weapons yours to wield.”

His cock is so thick and it curves upwards, so it drags along my inner walls, hitting that spot over and over. The feeling of him inside me, Maxen’s words, and the others’ eyes have me screaming my release as I rock my hips. Jax roars, and I feel his cock jerk inside me as he fills me.

When the trembling stops, I open my eyes, panting, but I have no time to recover. Maxen lifts me free and holds me to his chest as Jax rolls from the bed and Drax takes his spot.

I crawl up his thighs and lick his cock along the way, making him groan.

“Get your fine ass up here, baby girl. I want your pussy, not your mouth.” He drags me up and drops me onto his cock, his brother’s cum slicking the way, but a few thrusts in as I bounce on his cock, he stills and smirks.

“Remember in that room when I almost died? We were in this exact same position… Shall I show you what I really wanted to do with you then?”

My mouth goes dry, but I nod. He holds me tighter and flips us over so he is above me, the new angle making me moan.

I wrap my legs tighter as his hand presses to the bed next to me.

He slams into me, harder with each thrust. “I wanted this, you beneath me, wanted to watch all that worry and heartache melt away to lust. To see you come and writhe, to feel your nails in my back, to fuck the woman everyone wants or hates.”

“Drax,” I beg, kicking his ass. He’s already building me back up with each twist of his hips, and when he leans down and closes his lips around my nipple, I forget thinking and even breathing.

I ache to come, but something is stopping me, holding me back. My body vibrates with desire, and lust pounds through me. I’m at the edge, but just as I am about to fall over…the pain comes back.

The screams.

The blood.

I close my eyes and shake, thrashing my head as I try to get it out. But then Maxen is there, and he grips my chin. “Eyes open,” he snarls meanly, as Drax’s thrusts speed up, punishing me for forgetting where I was, for trying to remember.

My eyes flicker open and meet Maxen’s, and he presses his cock to my mouth. “Can’t stop thinking? Fine, you’ll think about my cock in your mouth and Drax’s in your pussy. In fact… Thorn,” he barks.

Maxen leans over and whispers something to Drax, who grins down at me before pulling free of my pussy. I whimper and reach for him. They can’t stop, because then I will remember.

He moves, and I spot Dray watching from a chair, sharpening a knife. Those cold eyes are locked on me, heating—he knows what’s coming. They will have me…and then he gets whatever is left.

He will push me over the edge of madness, our bloodlust mixing with desire, until we explode in a force that might kill us all.

One look, and I shiver from it, because I know tonight, he is over being nice, over being gentle—well, gentle for Dray. Tonight, I get the Seeker King. The assassin.

But not before my other husbands. I am lifted, so I close my eyes, trusting them as I am placed back down onto a chest, and then there is a cock at my pussy. Bigger.

Thorn.

He rubs it along my wet center, bumping my clit and making me cry out. In one smooth, harsh thrust, he slams into me. The size of his cock stretches me, and I groan in pain.

But that pain, just for a moment, eclipses the other pain in my heart. Then he starts to move, and the pain fades to pleasure as I slump.

Drax, I realise now, is pressed against my ass and, working with Thorn, he lifts me so he can press his cock to my other hole and pull me down onto it.

More pain comes.

I beg for more, reaching out wordlessly. It deserves to hurt, I need it to hurt.

My head is yanked to the side, and I open my mouth, my gaze clashing with Maxen’s. Thorn starts to move, pulling out as Drax slams in, stretching me to the border of pain and pleasure. Their cocks fill me until I can barely breathe.

And then Maxen pushes into my mouth, right down to the back of my throat and pulls out in a slow, measured thrust. Those eyes anchor me, forcing me to feel the pleasure starting to crawl back through my body.

My hands grip the sheets, twisting them as each cock, each push and pull, sends me higher.

Hands rove across my body, pinching, twisting, flicking, and sliding.

Each one pushes me higher and higher. Maxen’s thrusts speed up until my mind blanks.

My body is the only thing feeling now, and all those sensations explode through me until I can’t move.

Can’t think.

Can’t breathe.

And then I scream my release.

I think I black out a little. I hear Thorn’s grunt, followed by Drax’s sigh in my ear, as they fill me with their release, and then something is splashing on my chest.

I force my heavy eyes open to see Maxen stumbling back.

Then I am empty again as they pull from me, and as soon as they do, the pain and thoughts return, making me shake in fear.

“Dray, you are up. Make it hurt, make her body scream louder than her mind,” Maxen orders.

In one sentence, he described exactly what I needed before I even understood—pain, the fight, to forget.