Page 153 of Kneel Before Me

His fingers dug into her flesh, and she yelped.

You know you do.

She was still not riding him. Behind her, he saw Apollo was watching them, his face a mask of fury. Caspen resisted the urge to laugh. It was his turn now. He had Harmony’s attention, and he would not waste it. Get on my cock.

Why should I?

Because you want to.

Your brother’s cock is just as hard. Why should I not get on his?

Because you like mine better.

Do I?

You know you do.

Harmony took his balls in the palm of her hand and squeezed. He asked me to be his guest, just the same as you.

That does not surprise me.

What would you do if I told you I said yes to him? Her hand moved from his balls to his shaft, as if to prevent herself from riding it.

I would not believe you.

Why not?

He did not write your name yet.

The name of each guest had to be written in their own blood at the base of the vials. It was an ode to the bloodletting—a way to reclaim an act of violence. It was also a vow to Kora. The blood sealed the host to the guest, binding them together for the entirety of the Ranking.

Harmony smiled. Slowly, she tilted her hips, angling his cock toward her center at the same time. Caspen held his breath as the tip touched her pussy. She was warm and wet and tempting, as always. He needed to be inside her.

Come closer.

She smiled wider. Not yet. Tell me why I should.

Because you want me inside you.

That is not a good enough reason.

Because you want to be queen.

Now she paused, her eyes flicking up to his. Caspen saw the thirst in them—the desire. She was just as power-hungry as his father; she always had been. It was part of the reason why she took both his and his brother’s virginity—to solidify her position between them, to guarantee her proximity to the throne. Apollo knew it as well as Caspen did.

Finally, Harmony slid herself onto his cock. If this was her apology, he would gladly grant forgiveness. Caspen arched his neck with a moan as she rolled her hips, taking him all the way inside her. He held her hips as she rode him, alternating between watching her and watching his brother, who was staring at them with hatred in his eyes. He felt a wild urge to make this even worse for Apollo—to cement his superiority in a way that would force his little brother to acknowledge it. Without thinking, Caspen lifted Harmony, turning her around so that Apollo could see her face while he fucked her. Nothing gave Caspen greater satisfaction than this: displaying the woman they both wanted on his cock.

Apollo’s eyes darkened. Caspen smiled. He did not bother taunting his brother with his mind; he knew the view would be taunt enough. Instead he touched every part of Harmony he could reach, squeezing her breasts and her throat and her waist, making sure that Apollo knew exactly who she belonged to. He was going to come inside her, and he was going to enjoy it. Harmony was close too; he could feel her body tensing as he thrust up into her center. She was the first to break. The moment she came, Caspen came too, releasing himself deep into her pussy, feeling the way their cum mingled together. He gave her two more thrusts just for good measure, earning himself a surprised gasp from her lips. Caspen nipped at her ear.

Now was that so difficult?

Harmony leaned back against his chest, her breath still coming quickly. Your brother watches.

I do not care.

I suppose you think this means I will be your guest.

I do not think. I know.