Mercy

Killian’s POV.
There was a knock on my room door and I was excited for all of half a second thinking it was Rosalind before realizing it wasn’t.
Rosalind wouldn’t have bothered knocking, she would have entered the room like it was hers and sat on the bed.
That was if she even bothered to come to my room. These days I was the one going there and I knew what she was doing. This was a repayment for all the things I had put her through.
Not that I minded, it was the sort of punishment I enjoyed and when she came apart at my touch, her body liquid in my grasp as I pushed her, that was all I needed. For now.
Very soon, sooner than she thought, I would have her exactly how I wanted her, naked, chained and at my mercy while I took her however I wanted.
I knew my plans would be delayed slightly by Cillian walking in on us so she would be feeling guilty and most likely try to pull away but I wouldn’t let her.
The best part? Once I started on her, really started on her, she would beg me for it. Beg me to take her in every possible way.
I felt myself get painfully hard at the thought then the knock came again and I pulled on thicker pants that camouflaged my erection.
I need not have bothered, at the site of my guest, my erection died a swift death.
Adelyn. I barely restrained myself from growling at her. That bitch wasn’t worth any reaction at all from me. Not in the least.
“What are you doing here?” I drawled, amusement heavy on my tone as I watched her struggle to avoid looking at my bare chest.
If it had been Rosalind, she would be on my bed by now, my fingers in her or her lips on me sucking so shyly yet so wantonly.
But this was Adelyn, the snake that she was, I was already on edge waiting for her true motive for coming here to be stated.
Her eyes finally made it to mine and I thought I might have seen a glimmer of pain in there.
“I saw your mate entering Cillian’s room. They are having something behind your back.”
For the first time, I felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of her. anyone else apart from me. It was unlike me to be so possessive about any sexual partner that I had. I was usually so open to sharing them.
It was the highest of dominance. Gifting your partner to someone else and watching them fuck them while their eyes and mind stayed on you. They would give their bodies to whoever I dictated because they had fully given themselves to me.
Their bodies were now mine to use as I saw fit. But while I wanted to own Rosalind’s body, the last thing I would ever want to do would be to loan her out for any purpose.
I didn’t even want to think of her with Cillian and the fact that I knew she cared for him more than she did for me made the situation burn all that much more.
I barely passed Adelyn a side glance in response to her words.
“Thank you for the information.”
I was about to slam the door in her face when she spoke up again, her eyes glinting with steel much like her father’s.
“Do something about her and Cillian’s relationship or I will and it will not be pretty in the least.”
I paused, my anger already rising at her arrogant flippant tone.
I looked at her from head to toe. The vicious viper who was only venomous to those who didn’t have the power to stand against her, the original Daddy’s girl who leveraged her father’s authority for everything she had in life.
What would she be without that? Nothing.
I leaned on and her breathing spiked. It seemed it didn’t matter which prince was close to her, she just wanted to be a part of loyalty that she would react to even me who was quite possibly the biggest jerk she knew.
I dropped my lips to her ear, my voice, low, calculated and threatening.
“You will do nothing of the sort.”
Adelyn reared back, her eyes wide with shock. Had she expected me to turn on Rosalind just like that? She didn’t know what she was doing. Not one clue.
“She is your fiancee who is cheating on you, how can you still defend her?”
I shrugged. “As you said, she is my fiancee. If I don’t protect her then who will? But if you decide to ignore my warning and do so anyway, we will see how far your father’s position can protect you.”
Adelyn glared at me with so much hatred that I was glad that it had been Rosalind that handpicked my flag, not her or else the entire council body would be in an uproar because I would have killed her and mailed the body back to her people.
She spun and walked away angrily. I left my room and went to workout to get my mind off the thought of Cillian and Rosalind together and although I had a summons from the council, I ignored the old geezers. That was Cillian’s problem, not mine.
When I worked out till my muscles were sore, I went to my room, took a shower then I went to Rosalind’s room determined to see Rosalind the moment she came back from Cillian’s room.
An hour or two later, Rosalind entered. The scent of sec that followed her into the room made me so jealous that for a few seconds, I saw red. She had chosen him.
She would have to choose me as well because I refused to accept being excluded. If she decided to go exclusive with Cillian, I would chain her down to my bed. Period.
Rosaline seemed startled to see me there. “Killian, what are you doing here?”
My eyes met hers.
“Come here.”
*****
Rosalind’s POV
When I left Cillian’s room, I felt a little bit sore and a lot rested. I couldn’t wait for us to do it again.
I wanted to take a shower and get some more rest in anticipation of my training tonight as it was just a little after midday but the moment I entered my room and I was shocked to see Killian staring at me with eyes hooded with desire, I knew my rest was a far way coming.
His nose flared and I knew he had scented Cillian on me.
He crooked his fingers beckoning me forward. “Come here.”
The tone of finality in his voice made me unable to say anything as I drifted forward pulled by the most complete magnetic pull I had ever felt towards anyone.
Once I reached where he sat by the edge of my bed, his hand reached out and grabbed my hand then he dropped a gentle kiss on the inside of my wrist and I looked at him stunned and surprised at this soft side to Killian.
Before I could comment on it, he pulled me into his lap, his lips grazing mine in the most punishing kiss that left me tasting copper when he pulled away then I found myself bent over his knee with my gown flipped up.
“Killian, what are you”
The first slap landed on my ass and I squirmed, my face red. Did Killian just spank me?
Yes. Killian just spanked me like I was a little child. Why did it make me so hot that he treated me the exact opposite of the way his brother did?
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. My panties were gone so there was only so much time that would pass before he realized the wetness was more than the cum from his brother.
I began to struggle somewhat half-heartedly but my efforts only earned me two more slaps on my butt.
His arm on my middle held me in place as his hands caressed my bottom.
“Don’t move,” Killian ordered, his voice solid and final with no room for arguments.
“What-” My words died on my lips as his hand came down again and made a loud and vicious contact with my bottom.
“That was for keeping me waiting.”
What? “I didn’t even know you were here!”
Killain’s hand came down again, this time twice as hard.
“And that was for raising your voice at me.”
I squirmed feeling my arousal grow. He wasn’t spanking me for any good reason, he just wanted to punish me. And what a punishment it was that had me so painfully aroused.
I dug my fingers into the sheets as I braced myself. The next slap hurt worse than the previous two combined and my vision went white with pain.
“And that was for making me think about you.”
I choked both from the pain and the intensely pleasurable feedback as well as his words.
He had been thinking about me?
Killian didn’t let up immediately, his hands caressing the marks he had made on my ass making my pleasure surge so much that my wetness spread to my inner thigh and I heard his sharp inhale as he noticed it.
Killian righted me so that I was straddling him, my burning ass in his lap and my hands on his shoulders steadying myself.
I looked at his dark hair falling over his face that I wanted to kiss the hell out of.
“I can’t believe you just spanked me.” I said my breath came quickly.
Killian smirked at me lazily. “I can.” His gaze turned darker. “And you loved it.”
I had.
So much so that as I remembered how much I had wanted it, I buried my hand in his hair drawing him closer as our kiss deepened and our tongues entwined and duelled.
In fact, I felt even hotter after that spanking session, probably in part because I knew that I deserved it. Deserved it for wanting Killian and Cillian. For wanting to keep them both.
Killian slid his hand down my body and between my legs. He teased my clitoris until I panted into his mouth. My hand around his shoulder tightened while the other scratched at his back like I was a bitch in heat and his touch just wasn’t enough.
His hand left me so quickly that it felt like I almost complained.
“So horny, so dirty,” Killian whispered against my ear. “So mine.”
I moaned and rubbed myself against his thigh, my eyes fluttering shut for an instant.
“You want more, don’t you?” Killian teased me cruelly, his hands settling around my hips to stop me from moving on top of him.
“Yes. Please.” I begged.
Killian chuckled darkly. “You don’t get that today. Not after going to my brother’s bed.”
My eyes snapped open and I caught the jealousy in his gaze and I was amazed. Wasn’t he the one who kept going on about how he didn’t care about sharing? What had changed now?
He noticed me staring at him and his face became a blank unreadable slate again and he shoved me to the ground.
Then he began to unbuckle his belt. I understood instantly. Because I had chosen to be with Cillian first, he would not give me any pleasure tonight. It would only be about him.
“Open your mouth.” He said gruffly once his cock was out and I can hear the challenge in his voice. He wants me to resist so that he can force me to do it.
Because he knew I would enjoy it as much as he will. Goddess, I was not usually this rough. At least I didn’t think so. With Cillian, he is careful, loving and it is enough but with Killian, I wanted it rough, raw or nothing at all.
I smiled at him refusing to play his game then I took him into my mouth. I felt Killian shudder slightly and it was crazy how heady it felt for him to be so inflamed by me.
Then the moment passed as I began to suck on him in earnest moving my tongue from his base to the tip and over again then I sucked on his tip using my hands to massage him.
Another shudder rippled through Killian and I felt his fingers dig into my hair tugging almost painfully as he directed me on how he wanted it.
Naturally, he wanted it rough and he thrust forward into my mouth and I gasped around him from the suddenness of it all. This only triggered him and his grip on me tightened further and he began to fuck my mouth going a little bit wild.
It felt too tight, too much and I choked when he went farther, almost hitting the back of my throat. I gurgled, schooling but he didn’t let up and my vision went a little grey around the edges before he pulled back and I gasped breathing in rapidly.
Killian let me catch my breath then he was inside me again but not as far up as he had been before but still as hard. Then slowly but surely we fall into a rhythm as I let myself relax and follow his lead, his urging with his hand in my hair and his thrusts.
My hands were free and I found one of my hands moving in between my legs as I fingered myself while he fucked my mouth, my other hand grasping my breast desperately.
The pleasure was primal, raw and necessary. At that moment, I lost myself to the euphoria of the moment of being used so completely, of wanting to be used so completely. I choked on his desire and mine, my orgasm building up and I heard his breathing grow laboured in the pleasurable haze I was in.
Then he tensed and I felt him explode in my mouth. He didn’t let me up and I knew he wanted me to swallow it. It felt so dirty doing it yet that was somehow the push I needed to have an orgasm so intense that I saw stars.
I came back to myself when he removed himself from my mouth and I opened my eyes to see Killian looking just as floored as I felt. If gas started as a punishment but I didn’t know how I felt now especially as he lifted me from the floor and took me into my shower.
He didn’t let me wash myself up, he did it to me like I was a child who couldn’t do anything for herself, while I was in his arms.
It felt so sensual that I was so turned on. Even if Killian could scent my arousal, his touches remained mainly perfunctory not lingering anywhere like I wanted him to.
Neither of us spoke. What would we have said I wondered? Sorry for fucking your brother that I love and will probably fuck again before the week is out?
Or would he have said something about his crazy ass jealousy after he told me he didn’t mind sharing?
Neither of us said anything though and when we came out of the shower, he dried my hair and pulled me into bed so that we cuddled fully naked with our bodies pressed to each other.
He felt so hot that I shivered slightly from his touch and he rubbed my back.
His voice came out thick and rumbly, his words entirely unexpected.
“Be careful with Adelyn.”
Adelyn? What did she do again that Killian felt the need to warn me?
I wanted to ask but it felt wrong to talk about it at this time so I decided to talk to him about it later. I nodded.
“I will.”
Killian continued stroking my hair.
“Good girl.”
I glared at his chest because he didn’t let me raise my head.
“Arrogant goat.”
He laughed deeply and I found myself smiling into his chest. This felt… nice.