Rhiannan POV
The hosts were dragged off kicking and screaming, not that anyone cared. They were lucky I didn't rip out their tongues on live air. Instead, my men tossed them into the castle dungeon where they'd be questioned thoroughly by Sasha, who was already compiling a ten-page report on their shady-ass runes and who exactly sent the snake bitch.
Let's just say… truth spells were involved. And I was not in a merciful mood.
But for now?
We had lunch.
And gods, it was divine. Grilled meat, buttered bread, dragonfruit wine, and desserts so good they made Arwen moan. I lounged across Elisha's lap, licking frosting off my fingers and letting my magic settle after the morning's carnage.
And that's when it hit me.
The tension. The adrenaline. The protectiveness in their eyes.
They needed a reset. A different kind of challenge.
So I stood up, smirking like sin, kissed each of them slow… then bolted barefoot out the great hall doors, magic cloaking my scent as I ran for the hallway trying to find a place to hide.
I shouted over my shoulder, "You want me? Come catch me."
Kaleb growled, fangs bared.
Liam cackled, already vanishing into shadow.
Sable cracked his neck.
Elisha flared his wings.
Arwen just whispered, "Oh fuck yes."
Let the Hunt begin.
I had pulled a full goddess stunt again, teleporting into enemy territory, rescuing a princess live on FaeNet, and bouncing back home with zero backup. Now? I was being hunted... not by enemies, but by my own damn mates. Can't lie, my hearts beating a million miles per second. This is HOT.
I padded barefoot through the golden halls, trying to act casual. Like I wasn't about to be devoured alive. I shivered in anticipation, ducking into a shadow room and deciding to hide.
I thought I was clever, slipping into the shadow atrium, letting the vines curl around me as I slowed my breathing. My magic cloaked me well… almost too well.
But then..sniff sniff...a low, smug chuckle echoed from the dark. Fucking vampire senses!! I growled low.
"Darling… you forget who taught you stealth," Liam purred, voice dripping with mischief. "You smell like sin and frosting."
Before I could blink, shadows coiled around me like silk ropes. I shrieked, kicked, cursed...and then whoop..I was slung over a broad, smug vampire shoulder like a damn sack of horny potatoes.
"Got her!" he called, sauntering toward the east wing. "Come collect your prize, boys. She ran. That means we get to play."
"Liam!" I growled, squirming.
He smacked my ass. "Save it. You're about to bless the brand new bed. The one big enough for an orgy and a fucking council meeting."
"Show off," I hissed, but I was grinning like a feral little witch the whole way.
They all met us at the bedroom, their eyes glowing with lust as Liam placed me down in front of him. I sassily crossed my arms across my chest and looked away.
Kaleb's voice was low, growling, "You think you get to scare the fuck out of us and just walk back in here like nothing happened?"
Arwen, eyes glowing, stepped behind me, hands gripping my hips as I gasped. "You need a lesson, goddess. A reminder that your body belongs to us just as much as we belong to you."
Elisha was already shifting slightly, smoke curling from his nose. "And it's a damn privilege to protect you. Not a fucking game."
Sable didn't speak. He just stared. That deep, black red gaze boring into me as if he could see every defiant thought in my damn head.
Liam, ever the snarky one, tugged off his jacket and smirked. "Well, darlings, let's punish her properly. And by punish...I mean make her forget her own name."
They took their time. Restraining me gently but firmly, binding my wrists in silken ties that matched each of their powers. Each male had a hand on me, mouths marking her neck, thighs, breasts, every inch. I was already writhing under them, moaning with need.
Kaleb bit me first. Sharp and claiming. Arwen followed with a slap to my ass that left me gasping and moaning and my thighs slick with arousal.
They took turns. Teasing. Touching. Taunting. I couldn't take this!
Sable slid behind me and let his fingers tease the inside of my thighs while whispering filthy things in my ear. I writhed when he showed off the strength of his tail, pressing me open, holding me down, fucking me with slow precision while his tongue danced up my spine. I was drenched. Pulsing. Throbbing. Begging with desire.
Liam couldn't stop talking. "So tight. So wet. Damn, you were made for this."
I lost count of how many times I came. I squirted multiple times, making my men feral with need as I covered them in my juices. The mattress was soaked. My skin marked with bruises and bites. My hair wild and sticking to my sweat soaked body.
Elisha was the last, he growled, fucked me with both of his ridged cocks while my body trembled from overstimulation. He roared his orgasm, marking me with golden fire that shimmered on my skin. I panted heavily. We all collapsed
At one point, the guys started arguing about who made me scream loudest.
Sable, deadpanned, "My snake dick has a curve. That's not even fair."
Kaleb: "Bitch, I invented control. You just happen to have a novelty."
Elisha literally blew smoke. "I have two. I win."
My voice was hoarse and eyes blazing, "You are all equally delicious to me." That ended that conversation.
"If y'all have time to argue, then clearly I'm not done being worshipped."
They devoured me again. I was spent.
And when the sun finally rose… all six of us were passed the fuck out, naked, marked, and very satisfied.
We didn't move for twenty four hours.
Even gods need a nap.
I stretched like a satisfied cat, sore in all the best ways. Every inch of my body ached deliciously. The scent of sex, sweat, and dragon fire still clung to the sheets like perfume.
But then I heard the water running.
I opened one eye to take a peek.
Sable grabbed my hand and drug me toward the shower, his mouth curled into a wicked grin. "You didn't think we were done, did you?"
The moment I stepped into the steamy chamber, the door slammed shut behind me, and five naked, glistening gods closed in like predators.
It was chaos.
Hands everywhere.
Tongues. Teeth. Growls.
Kaleb pinned me to the tile with expert hands, kissing down my chest while Arwen bit the inside of my thigh. Liam slipped between my legs, licking me like a dying man who finally found water. I squeeled and came all over his face, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I moaned.
Elisha, already grumbling, spun me around and I gasped softly on anticipation. "Hold onto the wall, goddess. I need to remind you why I come with a warning label."
I moaned something that sounded like "please wreck me," and suddenly one of his cocks slid in, then the other. I screamed, biting into Liam's shoulder as Sable wrapped a fist in my hair and whispered, "My turn's last. I'm going to paint the damn ceiling."
We shattered together under the scalding water. Moaning. Laughing. Roaring. My nails scraped down chests. My teeth marking skin. My legs shook for an hour afterward. This was the life.
The servants heard everything.
Later… at Breakfast...
We all strolled into the royal dining hall like we hadn't just shaken the castle foundations.
My long auburn hair was wet and tangled. My neck was littered with fresh bite marks. I looked glorious and felt that way too. We definitely still smelled like sex. I giggled uncontrollably.
Kaleb and Elisha looked smug as hell. Sable wore that deadpan demon stare. Arwen blushed when a maid winked at him. Liam? He strutted in with his shirt inside out and a shit eating grin.
A servant coughed and whispered, "The king has two cocks, I wonder where he.."
I snorted tea right up her nose and into her sinuses. Cackled like a banshee. They had no idea.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said, waggling my brows as every servant burst into muffled giggles.
Even Elisha chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Y'all are gonna make me a goddamn meme."
Liam raised a brow. "Only if they can animate what you did to her on that wall."
The mood was flirty and fun.
But the laughter faded as reality settled in. The divine realm's challenge was just the beginning.
I stood at the balcony, wind catching my curls as I whispered, "He's still out there. The entity. And he won't stop."
Kaleb kissed my temple. "Then neither will we." I smiled up at him.
Arwen added, "Time to train harder."
Elisha cracked his knuckles. "Let's see if that training room can survive round two."
And Sable… that dark delicious demon… simply pulled a dagger from his belt and said, "Let's go break something."