DAY 20, HOUR 9
“You can’t come in here,” I hissed as the kings slipped inside the cloth curtains of the narrow dressing room.
I was half-naked, clothed only in my bra and the miniskirt I was trying on.
Silver eyes hardened to steel. “You’re never allowed to wear that in public.” Malum trailed his eyes across my body, like he was devouring me with his gaze.
My heart rate increased.
I put my hands on my hips and whispered furiously, “Get out. This is highly inappropriate.”
Scorpius glided forward and grabbed my waist with both his hands. “Shhhh,” he whispered. “Let me feel.” He dragged his hands upward across my abs.
Things were escalating.
Pain streaked across my back, and I swallowed a whimper.
I meant to push him away.
I meant to stand my ground.
Scorpius’s long, elegant fingers trailed mercilessly up to my chest. He pushed my bra up and made a harsh noise as he cupped my chest with his hands.
My knees knocked together, and my head spun with pleasure.
Orion moved closer.
So did Malum.
The three kings crowded me against the ice covered mirror.
I shivered.
Scorpius plucked at my nipples as Orion claimed my mouth in a fierce kiss.
I drowned in whiskey, tobacco, chocolate-covered raspberries, bergamot, and musk.
They were intoxicating.
“Don’t be cold,” Malum whispered as he dragged flaming hands gently over my body. “I got you.”
The three men devoured me.
It was overwhelming.
Overstimulating.
Pain and pleasure rose to impossible heights.
Scorpius muttered, “I just need a taste,” then he leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth. As he scraped his teeth against my sensitive flesh, I whimpered into Orion’s openmouthed kisses.
Malum tangled his fingers in my curls and yanked my head back, so my spine was arched.
Orion didn’t break the kiss; his lips were soft, and his tongue was merciless.
As the men worshipped me, I reached out blindly.
My hands grabbed Malum’s hardness, and I stroked him through his sweatpants. I could barely get my hand around him. His heat burned through the fabric, and I squeezed.
Scorpius laved at my chest.
Malum whispered against the shell of my ear, “Good fucking girl.” He nipped at my sensitive flesh and ordered, “Stroke me harder.”
My vision warped with pleasure, and everything became heady.
An unfamiliar warmth spread through my chest.
My skin tingled.
There were noises nearby as people entered the changing room, and Malum whispered in my ear, “You better be quiet, or you’ll get us in trouble.”
“Do you need help in there?” a female attendant called outside my curtain.
Malum whispered, “You better answer her.”
Orion stopped kissing me, and his hands dragged up my thigh and pushed my panties to the side.
Orion stroked across my clit as Scorpius sucked on my nipple.
“Answer,” Malum ordered.
“N-N-No,” I stuttered breathlessly. “I’m good.”
“Okay, let me know if you need help,” the woman called as she walked away. Scorpius sucked harder, and Orion put his hand over my mouth.
I moaned against his fingers.
Scorpius pulled away and moved to the side so his mates could have access to my body.
Malum’s hardness jerked against my hand, and then he pulled away to tug down his sweatpants. Orion’s pupils were blown wide as he kept one hand over my mouth and took Malum’s impressive girth in his other. He guided it toward me.
Malum cupped my pussy and spread me wide. “Fuck, you’re dripping.” His voice was an octave deeper.
Orion dragged the head of Malum’s obscene cock teasingly through my heat.
Slowly.
I forgot how to breathe.
Sun god, I wanted him inside me.
As my pleasure reached new heights, the pain streaking down my spine became unbearable.
The agony brought clarity. I remembered that being intimate with the kings would complete the soul bond. We’d be mated for life.
Not like this.
My knees gave out, and I shoved at the men. “Please stop,” I begged as I grimaced and pushed them away.
The kings immediately staggered back.
“Are you okay?” Orion whispered with concern. Malum’s silver eyes were wide and frantic as he tucked himself away. Scorpius scrunched his face with worry.
“I’m fine.” I smoothed down my skirt and struggled to catch my breath. “I don’t want to bond, not like this…in a dressing room.”