“Did he harm you badly?” Viktor asked in a low, deep, and threatening voice.
She didn’t respond at first but did stare at him, thinking about his question. Mekenna didn’t want to talk about this, didn’t want to bring up what her life had been like. She was free now, as they had said to her, and so she exercised that right, hoping it didn’t backfire on her.
“Viktor, I would really prefer not to talk about that.” She looked at him, feeling unusual for speaking her mind at all. Although she had never done so in her entire life, Mekenna did see herself as a strong female. She was no longer in that situation, felt herself starting to become even stronger still as each hour passed and she was moving farther away from Sessinea.
Viktor turned and faced her, and for several minutes, he just watched her, not speaking, just breathing evenly. There was this hint of anger on his face, but she could scent that it wasn’t directed toward her.
“We should have killed him when we were there. Letting him live was the worst mistake I’ve made.”
That statement touched something so deep inside her that she knew these three men would forever be engrained in her. Without thinking, she lifted her hand and cupped his face. His flesh had slight stubble on his cheeks but was warm to the touch. He also leaned into her hold, and this wave of emotion moved through her.
“We may have just come into each other’s lives, but female—” He paused a moment, “—you have no idea how much control you have over us.”
Her heart slammed into her ribs, threatening to burst free. “Those are strong words, warrior.” Her throat was dry, closing in and making it difficult to breathe.
“Yes, but they are the truth. We knew as soon as we saw you that you were to be ours to claim,” Savastian said from behind her, and she looked over her shoulder. Fillip and Savastian stood in the entryway. For some reason, she wasn’t nervous or surprised to see them, their bodies damp from bathing and their focuses right on her.
Before she could answer, Viktor had his thumb and forefinger on her chin. He turned her head so she faced him again and claimed her mouth.
“You are ours, Mekenna, but you hold so much power over us,” he murmured against her lips. Viktor pressed her back to the glass and continued to kiss her. He started a slow pump and grind against her, and dammit she was helpless against the onslaught of his passion.
When she opened her eyes, she watched as Savastian and Fillip stared at them, observing the entire encounter. The dampness from Viktor’s recent bath coated his flesh, moved along her arms and neck because he was so close to her, and had her gently moaning into his mouth.
This drugged-like feeling swarmed through her. He started licking and sucking at her lips and then moved his mouth lower to repeat that action at her throat. She rested her head on the glass, stared at the brothers, and felt this voyeuristic energy fill her. When Viktor moved his hand down her hip and grabbed the gown she wore, he moved it up her thigh and kept it bunched at her waist.
“This is okay, dimina?”
She was stunned that he had even asked her if it was okay to touch her, but even more shocked that he had called her the Hades word for “little flower.” He pulled back so he could look in her face, and she stared into his dark eyes. After she nodded and whispered that she wanted this, he placed his hand on her pussy.
She wore no undergarments, and the feel of his warm, thick fingers had a gasp leaving her. It was like that one sound, and her acceptance of this, started something monumental. Savastian and Fillip groaned deeply, and Viktor pressed his fingers harder against her flesh.
A cry of pleasure left her when he slipped a thick finger between her folds. He stroked her while sucking at the flesh at the base of her throat. He slipped that finger into her body, stretching to the point pleasure and pain consumed her, then pumped that digit into her, slowly and easily, thrusting his erection into her belly.
Viktor pressed his thumb against her clit hard enough to have stars dancing in her vision. It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one ball. She reached out and held tightly to his biceps and curled her nails into his flesh.
“That’s it, Mekenna. Let go, and I’ll make you feel so good,” he whispered against her neck. He pressed the pad of his finger deeper inside her.
“Oh gods—”
“A Hades male likes it rough, hard, and fast. We fuck with determination, want our female to scream out as she comes around our cocks.” His voice was low, and she heard his brothers groan, as if they were confirming what Viktor said. He leaned in, and his humid, sweet breath brushed along her cheek. “I want you a trembling mess under me, want you sucking Savastian’s cock while Fillip fucks your ass,” he groaned. “Fuck, we want you any and all ways we can get you, dimina.” He ground himself into her faster, with more power. “I can smell how wet you are for us, and know you like my brothers watching as I bring you pleasure.”