Free Web NovelChapter 18: Chapter EIGHTEEN — WEDDING NIGHT
Candace
"S-Strip?"
I hated that my voice was failing me. The order and the furious looks on their faces simply did not match.
Nothing about this felt real. Not the three naked men sprawled across my bed like predators waiting for prey, nor the frosty coldness burning in their eyes after the Moon Goddess had chained us back together.
"Are you fucking deaf?" Ryker snarled.
He shoved himself off the bed in one smooth motion, he stalked toward the dresser. He lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, his signet ring flashing gold against the glass. His throat worked as he swallowed.
"Don’t make me repeat myself," Ragnor said quietly.
That was worse somehow. Ragnor Pendragon had always been terrifying when he lowered his voice instead of raising it.
His eyes locked onto mine with the same intensity they used to hold whenever he cornered me beneath the orchard trees just to steal kisses from my mouth. Only now there was no warmth and no softness in them.
"Or," he continued, barely shifting forward, "I’ll call one of the maids in here to help you."
Humiliation washed over me and I swallowed against it, forcing my chin up even as my throat tightened around nothing. So this was punishment. Deidre had poisoned herself, and somehow that had still become my fault.
Reign slid from the bed and prowled toward me slowly. My traitorous eyes dropped to his dangling cock before I could stop them, and a blush crept up my face Oh goddess.
Star practically purred inside my chest. Our mates are ridiculously gorgeous.
I wanted to throttle her. Reign stopped directly in front of me, his scent of dark coffee and amber wrapping around me instantly, dragging memories behind it.
Late nights sneaking into his room. Falling asleep against his shoulder while he played stupid card games with me and River.
My chest ached so badly I almost couldn’t breathe. His fingers curled beneath my jaw gently.
"Here’s the thing, sweet," he murmured.
His thumb brushed lightly beneath my chin before tilting my face upward. The touch nearly ruined me.
"Since you so kindly took Deidre out of the picture tonight, you get to take her place." His lips curved into something crueler than a smile. "Wedding night duties and all."
His hazel eyes searched my face carefully. "Or," he said softly, "are you planning to deny your husbands already?"
The word husbands twisted painfully in my stomach.
"I-I don’t want to deny you," I whispered honestly.
Because despite everything, despite all the hatred and pain and humiliation, my wolf still wanted them with devastating desperation.
"So strip, darling."
My hands trembled as they reached for the hem of my nightdress. Three years ago, I used to dream about nights like this.
Back when I was stupid enough to believe love stories always had happy endings. In my fantasies, they looked at me like I was precious, not with this awful coldness hanging thickly in the room.
I pulled the nightdress slowly over my head. Cold air brushed my bare skin immediately.
I could feel their eyes moving over every scar striping my body now, the faded burns across my back, the marks on my thighs, the pale lines crossing my wrists.
Ragnor’s expression remained hard and unreadable. Then his eyes lingered briefly on the burn near my ribs.
Did he remember touching me there once? Did he remember the orchard? The summer his hands trembled beneath my shirt while he kissed me breathless against the bark of the trees, after we had snuck out of my room.
It had been my first kiss, until his hands had slid lower. A flush of heat filled my cheeks, spreading down to my bare body as I remembered the sound he made when his hand buried between my legs.
My cheeks burned hotter at the memory. Back then his eyes had looked molten whenever they landed on me.
Now they looked glacial like polar caps in the heart of winter. Reign’s fingers found my nipple and pinched. I gasped, my eyes flew to his, for half a second, I could have sworn they softened.
"Pretending to be innocent isn’t as cute as you think, darling." His mouth curved into something cruel, and a chill crawled down my spine.
Yeah. I’d imagined it.
Star wasn’t helping. She was pressing close to the surface, hungry for more of his touch. The marks on my neck began to pulse with pleasure. freewebnσvel.cøm
The whiskey bottle hit the dresser with a thud.
Ryker crossed the room in four furious strides.
His palm cracked sharply against my backside hard enough to force a gasp from me.
"Stay still," he snapped harshly, but his large hands slid roughly across my waist and hips before gripping my thighs.
His strong fingers skimmed my waist, my hips, gripping my ass like he was angry at himself for touching me.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.
His eyes darkened while they dragged slowly over my body like it disgusted him. That somehow hurt worse than outright hatred.
Reign’s hands slid up to cover my breasts, fondling and squeezing them. He made a low sound against my throat and plucked hard at my nipples before he parted his lips and sucked on it.
A deep moan left my lips. My spine curved backward against him at the hot wave of pleasure that flooded my senses. Ryker’s fingers slid between my thighs and my knees nearly gave out.
Goddess, I was so wet, shamefully, immediately wet, my body melting eagerly against his touch.
Ragnor still hadn’t moved to touch me. He towered over all of us, silent, and a gasp slipped from my lips when his cock brushed against my thigh.
He hadn’t even touched me and yet the feel of him against my skin and the musky scent of all three of them only made me wetter
Star howled inside me, panting with heat.
He hadn’t even touched me. Hell, he looked too furious to even touch me but the feel of his cock against my thighs and the musky scent of all three of them had me getting wetter.
Suddenly I was lifted off the ground and tossed onto the bed. My back hit the mattress, knocking the breath out of me.
Ryker’s hands palmed my body, while Reign moved behind me, his lips finding the curve of my neck, the exact place where his mate mark was.
My knees weakened, the room smelled overwhelmingly of them now. Whiskey. Amber. Citrus. Mint. Sex, sweat and memories I had spent three years trying desperately to forget.
The ceiling blurred above me as Reign descended on my breasts, his hot mouth closing over one aching nipple. My fingers fisted into the sheets as my thighs clenched with need.
Another needy moan slipped free, and I hated the sound of it even as my body arched up for more.
"Little Dove-"
The words slipped out of Reign’s mouth before I could believe I’d heard them. His lips froze against my skin. Every muscle in his body locked down at once and I felt his hand flex against my ribs as if it had betrayed him.
Then it was gone. He pulled back hard, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped. His eyes darted to his brothers and his face rearranged itself into something cold and mocking so quickly I almost doubted myself.
Almost.
He called me Little Dove. My heart hammered against my ribs. He hadn’t called me that in three years.
Ryker shoved my thighs apart and pressed two fingers inside me. My back arched off the mattress. My hand flew down and closed around his wrist.
"Bet you love this." His lip curled.
I wanted to slap him. Goddess, I wanted to slap him so badly my palm itched—but Ragnor’s hand closed around my wrist and pinned it to the sheets, and then Ryker’s thumb found my clit and circled, and my head dropped back, every retort dying in my throat.
I wanted to clamp my thighs around his hand. I wanted to keep him there. I couldn’t move my legs. I was so close, so close-
Oh goddess! Goddess! I was so close to an orgasm.
Right then, they stopped denying me my release. Reign’s lips slid off my breasts with a pop. Ryker’s hands left my pussy and they both stepped off the bed, standing beside Ragnor, a mask of cool indifference sliding over their faces in unison.
Confusion flooded me instantly. I blinked rapidly before trying to sit upright, only for thick leather restraints to snap tightly around my wrists and ankles.
A jolt of panic shot through my chest instantly.
"What-"
I yanked hard against the restraints.
"What is this?"
Ryker leaned back against the headboard breathing heavily while Reign adjusted his cuffs without looking directly at me.
Only Ragnor met my eyes, his expression had gone completely unreadable again. A knock came on the door and Deidre’s voice had every inch of me stiffening in shock.
"My loves?" Deidre’s voice drifted sweetly behind the door. "My maid said you were all here." freēwēbnovel.com
Horror crashed through me instantly. My eyes went wide and every inch of me went rigid.
Reign had a cruel smirk on his lips. Ragnor’s chin was up in the air and he nodded at Ryker who rushed to open the door welcoming the bane of my existence.
