All Chapters of Auctioned To Five Beasts : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyria“Kael.”He shoved inside.I moaned loudly as the sound was ripped from me. Even after taking two cocks, Kael was a completely different kind of too much. He was thick enough to split me open all over again. The first brutal push buried half of him inside me, and the stretch burned in a way that was both sweet and cruel. He did not pause to let me adjust. He gripped my hips and drove the rest of himself inside until his balls were pressed against my ass, making my back arch from the bed.“Fuck. Kael. Oh fuck.”“There.” His voice came out as a growl that he made no attempt to hide. “You feel that. You are going to take every inch.”He pulled back and thrust into me again.Hard and deep. The force of it jolted my entire body up the mattress. Without meaning to, I met his thrust. My hips rose and took him deeper, and the slap of his pelvis against my clit made me moan loudly enough for Malakai to swear. Kael did it again, and I met that thrust too. We fell into a filthy rhythm, his

LyriaHe continued pounding into me, deep and merciless, while my breasts bounced against the mouths touching them. Another sharp, helpless orgasm pulsed through me, and Malakai fucked me through that one too, laughing when I creamed down his shaft.“Again. Give me the loud one. I want the house to know who is making you scream.”He hooked my knee even higher. His next thrusts reached so deep that my eyes rolled back and stayed there. I screamed his name and continued meeting him. The slap against my sore pussy was filthy and perfect, yet I still lifted my hips for the next stroke.That was what finally broke his control.Malakai slammed himself in to the hilt and came.His release was hot and thick, his hips making small, rough thrusts while he pumped his seed inside me and continued talking through his orgasm. “Take it. All of it. Fuck, you are milking me. Greedy little cunt.” I felt every spurt. My moan broke around his name. He remained buried until his body was shaking and his cu

LyriaSoren was still staring at my neck when Lucien spoke.“You need a healer.”“No.” Soren did not look away from the runes. They had stopped moving again, but I had seen them shift, and so had he. “No outsider is touching our woman. I am a witch. I will examine her.”Kael moved closer to the bed. “If you hurt her—”“I am not going to hurt her.” Soren raised one hand, but his rings made no sound. He held two fingers near the crescent moon on my throat without quite touching it. I felt the air tighten around us, just as it had on the jet when he took a drop of my blood.Nothing happened.Soren frowned and tried again. I could see how much effort he was putting into it from the tension in his wrist and the tight set of his mouth. But his rings remained silent, and the golden marks on my neck did not even grow warm.“Again,” Lucien ordered.“I am trying.” Soren’s voice had gone flat. “For the first time in centuries, my magic is not listening to me.”Malakai opened his mouth, then clos

Lyria I had accepted it.They bought me. I remembered the cage, the auctioneer’s hammer, the four billion they had paid for me, and the coat that did not belong to me. I could hate the auction and still understand that everything that happened afterward had not been an accident. Fate had a filthy sense of humor. It had put five kings in my bed and left me wet every time one of them looked at my mouth.They wanted to bury their cocks in me. All of them. Every glance at lunch, every shift of a chair, every time I crossed my legs, and the marks on my neck warmed. Kael’s gold eyes dropped. Lucien’s heat climbed. Cassian went still in that hungry way. Malakai grinned like a sin. Soren did not grin. His cock still answered, though.I had stopped calling it a curse somewhere between the third cock and the gold on my throat. Fate had sold me, then handed me the leash. I did not know how long the leash would hold outside a bedroom. In a war, Kael would still be a king. Lucien would still burn

Lyria I watched him shoot his seed.Cassian Cross, Vampire King, naked in the moss, came because I had called him daddy. His cock jerked and striped the grass, pulse after pulse, and the sound he made was not a king’s sound. His knees nearly went. He stared at the mess like it had betrayed him.“Fuck,” he said.I grabbed his wrist before the others could follow the noise. “Cave. Now.”He let me pull him. We ducked under the fallen trunk and into a split in the rock, cool and dark, the forest smell cut off behind us. I pushed him onto the flat stone and climbed into his lap. His cock was still wet, still hard, ridiculous for a man who had just emptied himself on a fern.I kissed him hard.He moaned into it, surprised by his own mouth. His hands landed on my hips and hovered, careful, then gripped. I was hell bent on making the hunt worth his while. I kissed him and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking slowly, smearing what was left of him over the shaft. He jerked like the touch