Chapter 11

HAEL

I have just finished untying her, one by one, when she closes her eyes, pretending to be asleep. I am irritated for a brief moment, but then I see her face relax, her mind becoming fluid and dreamy as exhaustion claims her.

“Damn,” I mutter, kneeling down and gently brushing her long red hair away from her sweaty skin and slightly chapped lips. I have pushed her too hard, and now she is genuinely unconscious.

Her playful smile has faded into the realm of dreams, and she is now sleeping peacefully. She doesn’t realize how quickly she falls asleep when we are around, much faster than when she is alone. Despite her sharp words, Madeline trusts us on a deeper level.

I have been trying to break down her defenses for what feels like forever. She is the most resilient woman I have ever tried to win over.

Lochness stands on the other side of the table, his fingers resting on the wood as he looks down at the sleeping mouse. He is always wearing that onyx ring.

Lochness glances at me. “I shouldn’t have let her travel with the gypsies,” he admits, a rare occurrence. I am taken aback, but then I realize he wants her to pass out, to cut my time with her short.

“You’re quite fond of the slayer, aren’t you?” I ask, looking at my dark-haired brother. His hair is still uncombed, curling slightly at the ends, just like when we were kids. He has a look in his eyes that reminds me of how he used to be so gentle with our mother.

“You’re thinking about her now, aren’t you?”

“Mother…she was stubborn,” Lochness murmurs, a rare mention of our mother. I stay silent as he continues, his gaze fixed on the sleeping Madeline. “I remember how fierce she was before she fell ill.”

“And after? You left me, brother.” I can’t help but feel a sense of betrayal, even though I know I shouldn’t blame him for choosing to isolate himself in his own world of chaos, especially when we all know the rogue will eventually take over.

“You never needed me.” Lochness meets my gaze, his eyes turning cold. “I’m here because this fiery little bitch brought us back together.”

“Watch your mouth,” I warn, standing up. My voice is low, but my anger is palpable. “Why do you choose such harsh words to describe her? She’s already at our mercy, and I know you care about her.”

“I just find it amusing,” Lochness smirks. “How angry you get, Hael. It’s rare to see you truly lose your temper. Although, you almost killed me in Little Rock. I sometimes forget…that you’re my twin,” he says, his arrogance shining through.

“Get a grip—you’re not the Dragon Lord of these mountains, I am. I conquered Requiem, while you slaughter for fun and wallow in self-pity over being motherless. I make something of myself. You act like a lost little orphan,” I retort, my words cutting deeper than his petty insults.

Lochness’s emerald eyes well up with tears as he braces himself for a fight, but I am calm and ready—I know I will win. He knows he can’t beat me when I’m not emotional.

“See? You prove it, you don’t and won’t ever need me.” Lochness turns and starts to fade away.

“You still have a purpose,” I snap, stopping Lochness in his tracks. “You might be moody and out of control, hating everyone who isn’t you, even your own brother—but your hatred is a twisted passion that will serve a great purpose. If nothing else…you will be a good father.”

Lochness turns back to me, our eyes meeting. “I’ll always be there for her,” he agrees. “And the mouse has shown me a level of loyalty that you have yet to see…” Lochness grins and vanishes. “She is a perfect princess for me.”

Damn. He always knows how to get under my skin, leaving me frustrated beyond belief. He has that over me.

I have used some tricks to make her submit and beg. But Lochness keeps insisting there is more—and I believe him.

I have approached this all wrong… I slide my hands under Madeline’s body and pick her up. I need to change my approach. But first, she needs a bath.

MADELINE

I don’t remember passing out, but I do remember dreaming about Hael and Lochness arguing. But…I don’t…I don’t like it. I hate it.

I wake up to the sensation of water running through my hair, surrounding my body, and a strong arm supporting my back, gently waking me with the warm water.

“Don’t bother waking up,” Hael scolds as I try to open my eyes. “This bath is to help you relax, then I’ll carry you to bed and you’ll sleep all night. I’ll stay with you. You’ve done enough tonight, Madeline. You need to rest.”

I open my eyes anyway and see the crystal blue water flowing through this cavernous space beneath the birthing chamber. There is a small pool, big enough for three, but not much bigger.

Hael is in the water with me, washing my long, tangled hair, running his fingers through it, untangling the knots.

I move closer, placing my hands on Hael’s shoulders, straddling him, looking up at him as his fingers continue to work through my hair.

“Do I need to sing you a lullaby to get you back to sleep?” Hael leans down and kisses my throat three times before pulling back to look at me. “What?”

“Where’s Lochness?” I ask in a whisper.

Hael closes his eyes, clearly frustrated by my question—but as soon as his name is mentioned, Nessy appears, leaning against a wall.

“You wanted me?” Nessy points to his chest, shooting a sharp glance at Hael. “It seems you’re not needed…”

“Stop it!” I snap at Nessy.

“I just got here, mouse,” Lochness laughs, a rare, dark melody.

Hael tightens his grip around me, so I push away from him and move back into the small pool, glaring at both of them. “Stop fighting over me,” I tell them. “I hate it—I fucking hate it.”

“Calm down, mouse.” Hael’s eyes light up in response to my sudden burst of energy, as I show them both my anger.

“I had this dream,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “You two were talking about your mother…” My eyes well up with tears, and as I glance between them, their discomfort confirms my suspicion. It isn’t a dream. I have overheard their conversation.

I share my thoughts with them. “You were young dragons. Why do you hurt each other?”

“If Hael stayed and you left.” I glance at Lochness. “It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re together now.”

“I don’t understand why you’re fighting over me. I can handle his harsh words.” I spit at Hael, referring to Nessy. Then I turn to Nessy.

“I was taken by Hael to join the Horde when I was a child, before I even knew you existed.”

“When I turned eighteen, Hael’s only concern was making me a sex slave. He didn’t even know we were mates. I handled him then too.

“When he is cruel and acts like a savage. I don’t prefer you or you. You’re both the same.

“You’re both my masters and my soulmates. So shut up. Shut the fuck up and stop acting like one of you has a bigger claim on me. If I didn’t want to be here, if I truly hated you both, do you think I’d be here dealing with your shit?

“I’d be plotting every damn day how to slit both your throats. Or at least one of you. If I truly hated either of you—do you really think you’d stand a chance against me? I’m a natural-born Slayer of Sky Gods.

“And if I really want, I could end my own life and you’d both go down with me, but I’m pregnant, so that option went off the table a long time ago,” I say, my dark humor somehow turning this into a three-way competition, but at least it will bring them together.

“So—stop. Both of you. Stop it right now.”

“Stop…what, rat?” Lochness sneers as he slips into the water, moving towards me.

“You have far too much to say.” Hael stands up from the natural rock bench in the pool. He moves toward me while Lochness wades around to my back.

They pin me between them, their cocks rub against my stomach and my back, threatening to interrupt my speech.

“I can say whatever I like—ah—!” I squeak out as Hael grabs my throat and Lochness grabs my thighs, lifting me up out of the water.

Hael moves closer, sandwiching my body between them—and both the tips of their cocks tease the outside of my pussy and ass, slowly pressing in—but not penetrating.

“My darling mouse.” Hael presses his forehead to mine, accepting the challenge. “It’s past your bedtime. I say to sleep, but instead you run your mouth, and now I don’t care.

“You’re too rude and too fucking wild. The only way you behave is when you get pounded by dick. So take your fucking medicine.” Hael edges into me while Lochness rests his chin on the top of my head, just enjoying my predicament.

He also puts a hand over my mouth before I pop it open to reply. Nessy clamps my lips shut and I look up, as Hael and Lochness share one equal look.

They’re on the same team now.

As they both slide into my pussy and my ass—I feel their hard torsos heating up my body, keeping me stuck and trapped between them.

Hael and Lochness lazily fuck me in the pool, holding me an easy captive.

Lochness doesn’t say anything at all, rare—but also somewhat menacing in his own right.

What I do feel is his hand, on my back, pressing to the brand. My legs wrap around Hael’s waist on impulse.

That same hand from Lochness now dips over my hip, down the inside of my thigh—where he reaches between and rubs my clit in circles.

I don’t even need that, my ass and my pussy getting stretched out at the same time, is more than enough.

I breathe in raggedly through my nose, as I feel my body contort and my pussy squeezes so hard—but it doesn’t matter how expert my body has become.

How much they train me. Their cocks continue to ram in and out of me, even after my first soul-igniting climax, while they hold me up like a toy, like I’m so easy.

I can’t fight. And even though it feels good…

I—can’t—fucking—take it anymore! They won’t listen to me!

I bite Lochness’s hand as hard as I can, grabbing onto a finger with my human teeth. I clamp down with all my strength, but I can’t break the bone, only the skin.

I put my hand on Hael’s neck, choking him back as hard as I can.

~I am not a sex toy!~ I yell at them through the mind-link. ~Stop melting my fucking brain, I can’t think, I can’t think!~

“So dramatic, little love,” Lochness ignores his bleeding finger. “Relax, sweetie. You’re stressing yourself out too much.

Shh.” The rogue isn’t breaking a sweat.

“Learn, Madeline.” Hael ignores my feeble hand, which does zero damage. “You are a toy.” He releases my throat and fondles my breasts instead, pinching one hardened nipple and twisting it, before fucking me harder with his brother.

Hael slides into my pussy, Lochness slides into my ass, not one and then the other—but at the same time, so I’m always stretched in both simultaneously.

Hael’s eyes pierce through mine with our shared reality. “Do you understand? You are our fucking toy and we’ll play with you—Slayer.

Anytime we damn well please. You’re not our equal; you serve the pleasure of Sky Gods.”

I feel another climax rippling through me, a pure fire in my blood. I close my eyes and I see their fire, inside me.

A vivid image. Not burning, but flushing around my mortal soul, covering all of it.

I can take it, I can taste it too, and it’s a power that can burn anyone or anything, but that fire doesn’t want to burn me.

It loves me and adores me. Somehow their fire is alive.

Is that what they are?

Pure fire?

Pure power?

Something changes.

Inside myself.

I focus all of myself, on the feeling—just the feeling. Of them. And me.

Not the fear of my mind. But the feeling of my soul being kissed by their power.

Of Hael and Lochness keeping me a prisoner between their shared strength, while protecting me, rendering me completely useless to do anything but…but…give in to their needs.

But they would never hurt me.

For the first time, I let myself believe in their power over me, surrendering my soul to their unending emerald warmth.

I tilt my head back, my body throbbing with the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever known across all realms.

This time, I don’t see it as a threat, or a weakness.

I say it.

~I am a toy.~

Hael and Lochness both plunge deep within me and suddenly freeze, their cocks still stretching me, feeling me tighten around them. The water around us settles as they remain motionless, their bodies pressed close to mine.

Lochness lets go of my jaw, now cradling my forehead to gaze down at me. He grins—gently. “There she is,” Lochness murmurs, “my submissive princess.”

I glance between them, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Hael resumes his rhythm, his thrusts now shorter and shallower, seeking to feel more of me, his eyes locked onto mine. Hael’s lips twitch into a half-smile. “Princess Madeline?”

Their words, echoing my fantasy, send a wave of heat coursing through me. They’ve penetrated the deepest corners of my mind, because I’ve allowed them to.

My blush deepens. I close my eyes and turn my face away, trying to hide my embarrassment. ~Please don’t make fun of me,~ I plead silently.

“For finally letting go? Never.” Hael’s hand gently threads through my hair, guiding my face back towards him. I meet his gaze with a hint of uncertainty.

“Look at me, sweetheart. You’re a beautiful soul, Madeline. You are so loved, don’t you see? You can be vulnerable with us, you’re our favorite thing in this world. You’re a gift from the heavens. Your heart is our heart. Your spirit is our other half.”

I look up at Hael through my lashes—and I lean in to kiss him, parting my lips, craving the taste of his breath mingling with mine. I kiss him with a desperate urgency, his mouth instantly taking control, his tongue exploring mine.

I let out a moan as I feel Lochness resume his rhythm, his cock filling me again. Together, they start to move in a slow, synchronized dance.

Oh, Sky Gods. By finally submitting to them both, I’m discovering a new dimension to our mating bond. Something unique, ~sweet~, and intimate.

It’s insane but… I wish I let go sooner.