Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

The bonds tying me to Mose, Ansel, and Tyson hum. Something is about to happen tonight. Something that will define the rest of my existence. Ansel laughs softly with happiness. "I love you, Honey."

I desperately want to say those three words back to him, but I can't because I wouldn't be telling the truth. Not entirely. Ansel is very dear to me. Maybe one day, when my wounds won't hurt that much, I will allow myself to fall in love again.

"Mine," I repeat, *hoping* Ansel will understand. For years, I claimed I no longer believed in hope, yet tonight, I need to believe in it. I need to believe hope is true and there's still some left for me. Ansel presses his lips to mine before saying, "Yours."

We kiss for several moments. Then, he switches places with Mose.

A demon, on his knees, before me, a former pornai without hopes or dreams. Power ripples through me. For years, I was reduced to nothing. Look at me now.

I am strong!

I am beautiful!

Red eyes bore into mine. "Mate," he clips.

I am loved!

Out of all my mates, Mose would be the easiest to love. He is content with what I give him and never asks for more. I need him to lose control, to stutter my name in front of everyone.

Tyson, Rueben, and Jasper stare at me with their mouth slightly open. They are not the only ones. Many Lords have the same incredulous looks on their faces, while women glare enviously.

I am shocked by my actions as well, but damn if I don't feel good.

"Lay on your back," I order Mose.

Until Ansel and Jasper, I never enjoyed being fucked. Mose was the first one I felt confident enough to initiate sex with and to love every second of it. Not quite true. When Tyson got me pregnant, I was the one who pushed him to make me his, but it wasn't how I imagined it. Regardless, I always wanted my first time to be with him, and I never once regretted what happened between us. I gave Tyson many of my firsts. Tonight, I will give him my last. Mose gets back on the dais and lays next to me. My mates' eyes are on me as I straddle Mose's thighs.

"Do you love me?" I ask.

My mates reply at the same time, their strong "Yes!" reverberating throughout the room, through my soul and heart as well.

I shouldn't have asked that because I believe them, even Rueben.

How quickly things changed. Weeks ago, my mates hated me. Jasper and Mose, maybe not, but Tyson, Rueben, and Ansel didn't care if I died or lived. But then Ansel wanted to know more about what happened to me while I was in Carlos' hands. He contacted a hacker who found videos of me that I didn't know existed. We watched them together. He cried for me and with me. He begged for my forgiveness. I did because I never hated him to begin with.

I open Mose's fly. His dick springs free. The corners of my mouth twitch. "Comando. I like it," I say as my hand lazily strokes him. His hands grab my hips, and he yanks me to his cock. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Mose nods. "I need to hear you." Mose's throat bobs. I don't think he wants to talk in front of so many people. He needs to get out of his comfort zone. "If you don't reply, I will let Jasper fuck me while you watch." Mose glares at me as he growls, "Y-yes."

Men are such simple creatures. They are easy to manipulate if you find their weak spots.

I lean over and give Mose a peck on the lips. "That wasn't that hard." I lift up my hips, position his cock at my entrance and lower myself. The air rushes out of my lungs. His piercings feel amazing. "How is it that you feel so good?" His gaze softens, and he lets go of my waist. Our fingers interlace as my ass starts bouncing up and down his length. I have been on top before, but it never felt like this. So...right.

More images of the past flash before my eyes. This time, it hits me hard. A small whimper leaves me as my body tenses and pussy contracts around Mose's dick to the point of pain. This was supposed to be when I took control of my life, but I can't have that because of Carlos and Jason. I force myself to keep moving, not wanting to give them more power over me. They already took so much for me, I refuse to let them ruin this.

Mose notices that something is wrong. "O-Olly?"

Feeling that I need him, Ansel moves closer to me. "Look how strong you are, Honey," he murmurs and kisses my shoulder, comforting me. Jasper, Tyson, and Rueben break out from whatever trance they were in and rush to me. The memories that keep tormenting me fade away as my mates surround me, their presence shielding me from my past.

My body is mine once more. I let go of Mose's hands, place my palms on his chest, and rock back and forth. His grunts are louder than my moans. The piercings on the tip of his dick hit so many right spots inside me, making me move faster, fucking him hard. His hands grab my hips. He keeps them there while letting me do all the work, just like I want. Maybe Tyson is not the only one who understands me. I never bothered to pay much attention to Jasper and Mose as I was too busy drowning in my own misery. I've been depressed for many years. It's the only thing I know. Yet today was the first time I felt something that resembled happiness. When we were around the campfire, the guys painting my nails, talking about mundane things, drinking, smoking, gave me a glimpse into what life could be for me. For once, it didn't look that terrifying.

How hard will it be to learn to live again? Is it even possible for me?

Fucking Mose feels amazing. His cock is fucking perfect. My pussy grips him hard as my hips keep moving. Mose lays on the dais as I use him, as I fuck him for my own pleasure. I never did this before. It feels so empowering. "Oh, fuck," I keep moaning as I find the perfect angle. The piercings roll back and forth against my inner muscles. The pleasure is overwhelming.

"Look at how good you are taking that cock," Ansel keeps praising me.