Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
317. Olivia - The claim I

Ansel's fingers deliciously stretch my pussy as his tongue teases my clit. Wave after wave of intense pleasure hits me. My moans vibrate around the room.

The scents coming from far, dark corners of the room have some hallucinogenic effect on me. Else I don't know why I'm enjoying myself so much in a place that reminds me so much of the Celestial Heaven. Thinking of it has images of Dukes, of Carlos, abusing me in the cruelest ways possible during meetings flash between my eyes.

I've lived in the past for a very long time, always wondering how things would have been if I'd made different choices. Until now, I never realized how tiring it is. Just for tonight, I want to be a different Olivia. I want to be the Olivia that I deserve to be, the one who isn't crippled by her past.

I want to enjoy being fucked without thinking what was done to me.

Tyson can't keep his eyes off of me.

Good. I want him to see he is not the only one in my life now. I want him to understand that if I choose to give him another chance, he will only be an afterthought and not the reason for my entire existence. "Ansel," I moan loudly when the tip of his tongue finds the most sensitive part of my clit.

"Control yourselves!" one of the old farts, as Ansel called them, shouts. "Or else there will be consequences to pay!"

No one tells me what to do anymore!

Butterflies erupt from my palms. They fly to the Elders, wrapping around their hands and feet, immobilizing them, and around their mouths, preventing them from talking.

This meeting is about me and what I need. This is about me taking back my power and sexuality. It's about showing men that they can't do what they want all the time. It's about putting women's needs first as well. Where did that come from?

Since when do men care about what women want?

Maybe, just maybe, some do.

Tyson, Rueben, and Jasper look at me like I'm the center of the galaxy, while Mose and Ansel make me burn like a meteorite for them.

I never liked being the center of attention, yet I've always been the party's main attraction. I don't mind this party though. Drugs must be in the air because only they can relax me enough to forget about all my inhibitions. I push my tits even more into Mose's hands. His fingers on my nipples feel divine.

It's not only the scents of the Blood Lodge that torment and seduce me, but the ones of my men as well. I recognize not only Tyson by his cologne but the others, too. The other men present don't interest me, only my men. I want all the Lords to look at me while I am being claimed. While I claim in return.

Women's lust-filled gazes linger upon us, watching with jealousy as Ansel proceeds to eat me out. Blinding rage hits me. My darkness rises inside me, wanting to harm, to kill those who want to take what's mine away from me.

If any of my men, of my...mates dares to look anywhere else except me, I am capable of hurting them. Badly.

I've never felt such jealousy in my life.

Is this how Tyson felt when he saw the video of when Jason's friends abused me? No wonder he was so angry. I feel the same right now. The idea of any of them touching another woman is enough to make me want to commit murder.

Ansel growls against my clit, sending vibrations all over my pussy. His fingers fuck me so good. I never thought sex could feel so good. Mose pinches my nipples. The two of them are enough to quench, to satiate the hunger I feel. I've never been more starved in my entire life, not for food, but for my mates.

Ansel sucks my clit so good, ripping moan after moan from my throat. I never thought that one day I would love to be with a man. Ansel is much more than that. He is part of my soul. And right now, his fingers are driving me crazy. "Harder!" I demand. "Like that," I moan when Ansel no longer holds back, his fingers fucking me almost as good as his cock.

I want the others to do the same. I want my mates on me and in me, to bond them to me forever so no one will ever separate me from them again. Tyson and Rueben included.

My darkness wants to claim them.

God help me, so do I.

Fuck.

I don't know what's happening to me. I don't recognize myself. How can I want to be with Rueben and Tyson when they hurt me so badly? I still fear Rueben, and I have yet to get over my resentment for Tyson. However, my darkness demands I accept them.

My darkness needs all of them. Maybe so do I. Not that I will ever accept it.

Mose.

Ansel.

Jasper.

Tyson.

Rueben.

*Mine!*

Could it be the effects of the incense burned inside the Blood Lodge? Even if it is so, I can't find myself to care. They are all mine, and I'll make sure everyone knows it.

Ansel's fingers find a spot inside me that makes me cry out in pleasure.

Men and women watch as Ansel, still on his knees, keeps worshiping me. It makes me feel loved and cherished.

My legs fall open, to give Ansel more access to me. His mouth makes love to my pussy, and I can't get enough of it. "I accept your vow," I say to Ansel as my entire body trembles. He lifts his head just as I cum. "Mine!" I moan as our gazes lock. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. His fingers keep fucking me. "You are mine," I say against his lips, and I mean it with all my heart.