Page 135 of Mated to the Kings

“I know you’ve never met, but let me introduce you to Ashara Deverell,” Morwen says with a mischievous grin.

“No. There’s no way,” I say. Zypher is watching me closely but doesn’t say anything. “You killed her.”

“Did I?” Morwen asks. “She looks alive to me.” Behind everyone, I see a slightly transparent version of my mother in the form that I am familiar with.

“Dad felt her die,” I say quietly. I have now backed myself into a corner. The spirit version of my mother looks disheveled with tears running down her face. Whoever is with Morwen may look like my mom, but I know it’s not.

“You can say I converted her,” Morwen chuckles. The woman walks over to the guys and touches their foreheads, one by one. A flash of blue seeps into their skin, and their eyes begin to glow. As she steps back, my mates stand up. I immediately take my mental block down.

“What the fuck are you doing? You’re going to get us killed,” I hiss at my mates.

“It’s not us. We’re not doing this,”Daemon says pleadingly.

My mates are slowly stalking toward me while their eyes still glow brightly. I can see that their arousal is growing as they get closer to me.

“I swear to the gods, this isn’t us,”Kael says.“I can’t make it stop.”

“Relax. It’s okay. I know you’re not trying to do this,”I sayreassuringly.

“He’s trying to make us hurt you,” Callum says.

“You won’t hurt me,” I say. “Just trust me. I will play the part they want, but I want to feel my mates using me.”

“I don’t like this,”Daemon says.

“I’m going to like this,” I say honestly. “Please relax. I want this from my mates. You’re not going to hurt me.”

My mates get to me, and Daemon grabs me by the hair, and I yell when he drags me down to the ground. I fight against him as he pins me to the ground. I am on my belly and he is pressing me against the cool concrete floor. When Daemon thrusts his cocks into me, filling me, I scream. While it may sound painful, it’s anything but. He is brutal in the way he takes me. Daemon pulls my arms behind my back and pulls me up to my knees so he can push in deeper.

When Kael kneels down in front of me, Daemon lets go of my arms and pulls me back against him so that my legs wrap around him and rest on his calves. I tighten my legs around him to support myself as Kael grabs my face. I put my hand on his thighs to keep myself upright as he starts to fuck my throat.

My screams are muffled as they both pound into me. I can’t catch my breath as Kael gives me no reprieve from his mercilessness. Their pace is unrelenting and fucking amazing. My orgasms come out as screams and it only benefits the façade that they are assaulting me.

Callum takes Kael’s place and is more vicious than Kael is. They’re in my head talking and praising me while their bodies try to destroy me from the inside out.

Their assault lasts for several hours while they alternate fucking me in every way possible. My body is sore and overused. Despite how amazing it felt in the beginning, they have caused real damage. I am bleeding from the friction of the relentless fucking. Their voices in my head convey their remorse even though they are not in control. They have been repeatedly apologizing since Daemon partially shifted and he dug his claws into my hip. The scream that came out of me scared them mentally but only made them more aggressive physically. I have deep claw marks on my hips and waist, and my scalp and throat are tender. I have bruises wrapping around my throat from the hold they had. While they fucked my throat as though they were wild animals.

I am curled up in the fetal position in the corner of the room. My body is trembling from the pain. My mates are back in their area of the room, and they are audibly sobbing and apologizing on a loop. They are traumatized and spiraling.

“I’m so sorry,”Daemon cries

“Baby,” I say softly. “I need you to believe me when I say I don’t blame you. I know you guys didn’t want to hurt me.”

“Please don’t reject us,”Kael pleads. “I promise we will make up for this. We didn’t want to hurt you like that.”

They have fallen into this helpless state, and I can’t help them. They aren’t listening to anything I am saying, but I understand why. All they see is their mate curled up on the floor bleeding because of how hard they fucked her. They can’t see past my injuries. I don’t have a choice but to heal myself. I refuse to let them continue to see me like this so that they can keep blaming themselves. Zypher will see and question things, but their sanity is more important to me at this point. I need them to survive this with me.

I peel myself up from the ground and move closer. They watch me move to the middle of the room and kneel beside the table. They try to get control over their tears when I sit back on my heels and close my eyes.

“What are you doing?” Daemon asks.

“Healing myself. Let me focus,” I say.

“He will catch you,” Kael says.

“I don’t care,” I say simply.

I envision myself healing and the pain fading away. The gashes on my sides close up, and the blood stops seeping out of my wounds.

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