My knees dug into the hard floor.
His pupils were blown wide, swallowing his irises, and he radiated strength. I was powerless before him.
A worshipper on the steps of the sun god’s chapel.
Luka didn’t tell me to stop; instead, he slowly unzipped his cargo pants and widened his stance with smoke above his head like a crown.
Colors swirled in my peripheral vision as demon brew pulsed through me.
My head spun with giddiness.
Drugs in my blood, lust in my veins.
I laughed as someone bumped into me from behind. The crush of bodies swarmed around us, and we were swallowed by the dancing mess.
Everything was surreal.
I still couldn’t feel my face.
Not an ounce of pain streaked across my back because I was floating; I’d entered into a higher plane of existence.
I was incorporeal.
The haze wrapped around me in shades of seductive black.
Luka pulled himself free from his pants and rubbed himself leisurely against my mouth, cold metal and velvet heat.
I stared up with wide eyes up as he stroked his pierced dick across my lips. He groaned deeply.
Obsidian eyes were hooded and his muscles tensed.
He was seconds away from losing control.
A sense of power rushed over me, and I slowly opened my mouth, leaned forward, and took him in.
Cold metal on my tongue.
The music switched, and the floor vibrated to the bass as people jumped around us with their hands in the air.
I lapped at the tip with my tongue and flicked his piercing back and forth. Teased him slowly.
Sweat dripped down the side of his face.
For a second, I imagined a black glittering cape hanging off his shoulders, but I blinked and it disappeared.
Pulling back, I licked wantonly at his head like it was a lollipop. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.
Long graceful fingers reached down and gripped my chin in a punishing grip. He held my face immobile so I couldn’t move as his dark eyes flashed.
Pleasure coiled in my gut.
The moment was so intense that it left me lightheaded.
Surrealism morphed into hyperrealism as every hair on my body stood at attention.
I tingled down to the tips of my toes.
Nothing could ever compare.
Hands tangled in my curls and powerful legs pressed against my back as John straddled me from behind.
The intensity crescendoed as it reached new heights.
Luka held my face in his grip with his dick between my lips, and John held my curls in his fists as he pressed my face forward.
I was trapped.
I was flying.
The twins towered above me on either side.
The party raged around us as bodies danced and the floor vibrated beneath my knees. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.
They moved in tandem and pulled my face to the left so I was no longer looking up at Luka.
There was a wet pop as I released him from my mouth.
For a second, I stared into the crowd, confused about what they were doing.
Then I realized.
My core pulsed, and I pressed my knees together.
The kings had stood up.
They were unmoving, disturbingly still in the middle of the dancing crowd, as they fixated on where I knelt between the twins. Red flames leaped across Malum’s shoulders and were reflected in silver eyes. Orion whispered in Scorpius’s ear, his pretty features contorted with anger. The blind king was grinding his teeth together with his hands fisted.
Cherry blossoms swirled. A dagger glinted like it was solid. A third eye blinked.
The kings were close to losing all control.
They were murderous.
Good. Satisfaction was heady and warm in my chest as I remembered all the times the kings had fucked in this very room while I watched on dispassionately. They could proclaim their devotion to me as much as they wanted, but it didn’t change the past.
Karma was a bitch.
And so was I.
Without saying a word, the twins turned my head away from the kings.
Luka dragged his thumb across my lower lip slowly as he pulled my chin down, then he leaned his hips forward and pressed velvet-wrapped steel against my tongue.
I gagged around his length.
He pressed himself deeper.
John massaged my scalp as he fisted my curls tightly and pressed my head forward.
I inhaled roughly through my nose as I was speared between them.
Someone bumped into John as they danced, and all three of us rocked, but they didn’t release me.
“You’re taking me so well, my love,” Luka said roughly as he thrust in deep, languid strokes, then groaned under his breath, “Fuck me.”
I flushed with pleasure.
Hardness pressed against the back of my head as John stepped closer and pinned me.