Page 42 of A Game of Monsters (Realm of Fey #4)

Shared blood or not, Elinor accepted Erix as her own. She had lost two sons and had space within her heart for more. I was overwhelmed with the belief that she would be looking down on us, pride overspilling, just to see us enjoy a future that was taken from her.

“I hope so,” Erix said, his voice heavy with emotion. “I do this to make her proud.”

“I know,” I replied, offering him a gentle smile.

We held each other’s eyes, and the world seemed to fall away.

“On that sombre note,” Duncan announced. “I should go and speak with Rafaela before tomorrow’s journey to Irobel. I’ll leave you both to… reacquaint, although I ask that your refrain from exploring that concept too deeply. Save it for my return in a matter of hours.”

“I can’t make any promises,” Erix said, unable to take his attention off me. I felt so small beneath him, so fragile. In his hands, I’d let him break me and put me back together, just to be broken again. “Although, as king, you have my word that I will try my very fucking best.”

“Language, Erix,” I said, wide eyed as a few fey nobles gasped at their new king’s use of curses. “It’s unbecoming of the new Oakstorm king.”

He leaned in, cool breath working against my cheek as he lowered his lips to my ear. “What is unbecoming are the thoughts currently racing through my head.”

“And on that note, let me get my duties over with so we can explore those thoughts.” Duncan chuckled, patted Erix on the back and offered me a wink. “See you shortly.”

I nodded, fighting the urge to tell Duncan not to leave.

With the swift beat of his snow-white wings, Duncan flew across the Waking Shallows, directly toward Rafaela.

Erix beamed down at me, drinking me in with eyes that devoured me whole. “I have missed you very much, little bird. Saying that seems like the right thing, when the truth is the words barely scrape the sides of what I really have felt in the past two weeks.”

His words encouraged a long groan to escape my lips. “Gods, and I’ve missed you, too.”

Erix offered me the crook of his arm. “Grove is only a short flight away from here. Duncan will know where to find us. How about we get out of here before I’m thrown into yet more dull conversations about Oakstorm’s treasury and agriculture?”

“But… this is your day. No doubt your council have you scheduled for meetings and conversations aplenty, before tonight’s celebrations. I have waited for your return up until now, and I can manage a few more hours–”

“It would seem that your patience is far greater than mine. There is only one way I would like to celebrate my coronation, and that is with you, at home, with my face buried between your thighs. However, I would gladly settle for just the company if that is what you are suggesting?”

Home. Grove. The little house I had grown up in, which had become a meeting point for when our duties separated us. It had been ravaged when Duwar’s power devoured the village – but what remained had been rebuilt, something both Erix and Duncan had arranged in secret for me.

“Trust me,” I whispered, “I want nothing more than to spend the next few hours with you away from so many prying eyes.”

“Then it is decided. Let’s go before I can’t hold back anymore and bend you over for all the realms to see.”

“Erix,” I gasped, enjoying the way his true name rolled off my tongue. “What a wicked tongue you have.”

“Want me to put it to the test?” He nudged his offered arm again, and this time I took it.

“I do,” I said, stomach flipping, my groin burning like a furnace in my trousers. “In fact, it is all I want.”

“Then it is my duty, as your most loyal ally, to make sure you are satisfied.” With one dramatic shift, Erix snatched me from standing, laid me out across his arms and lowered his face to mine. “Hold on tight, little bird.”

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, mouth salivating so much that I couldn’t reply for fear I’d dribble down myself. Disgruntled mumbles sounded around us as the star of the celebrations leapt into the air, stealing me away, leaving the pompous affair behind.

I looked back, just in time to see flaming-red hair. Althea was laughing at something Gyah was whispering into her ear, whilst both their eyes were locked on me. In a gesture that spoke a million words, Althea lifted a hand to her forehead and saluted me.

Ever the ally, ever my most loyal supporter. Althea always celebrated the moments when I broke the mould, and this was no different.

My back arched from the bed, my scream of pleasure so powerful the glass in my window frames shuddered. With one hand I reached backwards, grasping the headboard, whilst my other hand was tangled in Erix’s hair, keeping pace as he devoured my cock with his desperate tongue.

I had to pinch my eyes closed, because if I looked at him – saw his enjoyment and the attention he paid to me – I would’ve reached my end before the fun truly began.

“You taste divine, little bird,” Erix gasped, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Nothing in all the realms could ever be as sweet as you are.”

As Erix righted himself and crawled atop me, every single muscle across his stomach rippled. I didn’t need to count them to know all eight mounds were there, far more prominent than they had been the first time we shared a bed.

“If that is the case, why have you stopped?” I pouted, only for Erix to catch my lower lip between his teeth.

He released it, and I tasted the hint of blood. It excited me no end. “Because any more and you would have burst. And I am a man of my word. A promise to Duncan is important. We can finish this when he returns.”

We’d been waiting for Duncan for hours now. Which meant hours of edging each other, existing on this bed as if the world beyond didn’t matter. Not that the time had dragged at all. In fact, I only knew the day had passed because outside, the sky was black, with the occasional glow of fire displays in the distance, courtesy of Althea.

“So I deserve the punishment for his tardiness?” I asked, running my tongue over my lip as it already began to heal. “You would really deny me my pleasure?”

“That is one way to look at it.” Erix spun me around so quickly my eyes blurred. One minute I was on our bed beneath him, the next I was straddled over his waist. I sat back, rocking myself on his impressive, hard length – coaxing his need to fuck me away from the guidelines of ‘promises made to Duncan’. It was becoming harder and harder to wait for the release.

“Whatever ideas of pleasure you think you are about to experience, little bird, you can’t possibly imagine even half the truth of it. When our beloved walks back into this room, only then will you truly understand that word for all it encompasses.”

My heart leaped in my throat, choking me like hands around my throat – which was turning out to be something I enjoyed as of late. “I like the sound of that.”

“I like the sound of your groaning when I’m inside of you.”

“Fuck me, Erix,” I said, running my finger down his sharp nose.

“Oh, I intend to.” Erix reached up, placing both hands behind his head. His wings were splayed out like a sheet beneath us. I ran my finger down their edges, enjoying the sensitive purr he released. “In the meantime, you could make yourself useful.”

Mischievous hope glittered in his eyes, evident from the way he waggled his brows at me.

“Useful?” I gawped, reaching back and cupping his balls. I squeezed, not too tight, but enough that it elicited a snarl of excitement from him and, more importantly, want. “Care to expand?”

“Are you going to make me beg?” Erix asked. “You know what I want.”

“I mean, seeing you beg for it wouldn’t go amiss.”

Erix lifted his hips, pressing his cock harder into the soft of my ass. “Please, oh mighty world-saver, oh favourite king of mine. Suck my cock. Show me exactly how wicked that mouth can be.”

Pinching my fingers around his nipple, I conjured a little ice to encapsulate the tip. “How could I say no to someone with such impressive manners?”

Erix reached over and tangled his fingers in my hair. With his gentle but guiding push, I repositioned myself, crawling like a cat on all fours, until I faced his cock.

Taking the base in my hand, I brought it to the pad of my tongue and slapped it upon it, three times.

“In,” Erix growled, practically dribbling with anticipation.

Not needing more encouragement, I took his length as far down my throat as I could manage. Erix Oakstorm, ever the challenge. With every ache of my jaw, it only forced me to work harder. Tongue wrapping around his shaft, I sheathed him inside until the gag forced me to stop.

Tears of pleasure filled my eyes, pouring down my cheeks, soaking my skin. Erix reached up and cleared them away. Knotting his fingers in my hair once again, he guided me back to my task.

With my lips and starved tongue, I showed him just how much I missed him.

“Good boy,” Erix purred. “My good, good boy.”

I didn’t notice the door to the bedroom open, or the footsteps, until the cool brush of a breeze dusted across my parted arse. “Well, isn’t this a welcoming sight.”

“Finally, the Saviour arrives,” Erix said, leaning up on his haunches. “Better late than never.”

I looked behind me, Erix’s hard cock gripped in my hand. Duncan’s gaze darkened as he took me in, on my knees, arse positioned up. Unable to take his eyes off my sex, Duncan’s hands rushed to fumble with the belt at his waist.

“Join us,” I encouraged.

His trousers slipped over powerful legs, before he stepped free of them. “Oh, I certainly intend too.”

The way Duncan looked at me set a rushing blaze within my chest.

“I hope you’ve been so busy that you’ve built up an appetite?” I asked. “Because a feast awaits you.”

I already knew his answer.

“I’m famished,” Duncan replied, confirming my thoughts. “Utterly, desperately famished .”

Working Erix’s cock with my hand, I looked back to watch Duncan shed the rest of his clothes on the bedroom floor. His eyes were lost to my entrance, completely engrossed with it

I delighted in the way his tongue lapped over his lip, a glistening line of spit left in its wake.

“Get back to work, darling,” Duncan said as he came to kneel at the end of the bed. “Don’t stop on my account. You know I enjoy watching.”

Smiling to myself, I did as he asked, knowing exactly what was coming next. Duncan spread my arse apart, lowered his tongue to my entrance, and began the feast he’d finally arrived in time for.

We were a tangle of perfectly poised bodies. Erix was content with having his cock in my mouth, so he carefully leaned over my back to pass the vial of lubrication to Duncan. There was always a supply in the bedside drawer, where once had been books and miscellaneous items. I didn’t ask which of them supplied it, but there was always plenty to spare.

Just as stores of milk, bread and soap were necessities in life, so was lubrication in our case.

As one, Erix and Duncan turned me on my back. The care that they put into every move was obvious. Erix placed a pillow beneath the bottom of my spine, propping my hips up. He helped place my legs over Duncan’s shoulders, laying kisses up my thighs and over my shins.

Duncan busied himself with drawing a couple of my toes into his mouth. There was never a chance he missed to wrap his tongue around each digit, hungry eyes fixed to me, then to Erix.

“Now these are exactly the type of celebrations I had in mind for today,” Erix said as he knelt at my side, turned my head with a careful hand and placed his rock-hard length back into my mouth.

“I always knew you had good taste, Erix.” Duncan’s fingers worked to touch every inch of me, memorising me with his touch as if he didn’t already know me to the finest detail.

“Something we share in common,” Erix added.

“Then would you both get to work,” I begged, mouth salivating for what was to come. The pleasure, the enjoyment – existing with them in the same moment was life’s greatest joy. “I can’t wait another second for this.”

“I’m going to make you enjoy every fucking moment.” Duncan simmered as he righted himself, lathered his cock and then proceeded to guide the thick head to my entrance.

The warm spread of pleasure and pain echoed up my spine. The feeling only intensified as Duncan eased himself into me.

Duncan’s strokes started off slow, then built as he recognised my body growing used to him. Two weeks without sex, and I felt like it was the first time again.

“Take your time, Duncan,” Erix warned, reaching over and brushing soft, encouraging fingers down his hard jaw. “He is all yours tonight. Only fair since I’ve got him to myself for the next few days. Do not be surprised if when you return from Irobel, you will find us here, in the same place you left us.”

“I don’t – blame you – Erix .” Duncan could barely get his words out as he fucked me. Pleasure creased his face, made him breathless. Sweat glistened over his brow, making the strands of dark brown hair gather at his temples. “Robin, you feel… incredible.” At his praise, I forced my arse to tighten, making Duncan throw his head back and moan to the darkened ceiling. “ Gods .”

“Am I that good that you thank the gods for me?” I asked as Erix continued stroking his cock over my face, toying with my desperate, reaching tongue. My mouth was full of his taste, my body screaming with the welcome tension of Duncan’s cock. I smiled up at the dark, closing my eyes, enjoying every exploding sensation as if it was the first and last time.

“Yes,” Duncan cried out. “I thank them for you – both of you.”

We existed like this for as long as we could hold off. But like all good things, we found our end soon enough.

Erix reached his climax first. I took his seed in my throat, swallowing it down deep. He then got to work on me, with the aid of Duncan’s hand on Erix’s head, he sucked me in, encouraging me to swell in my pleasure.

It was bliss. It was everything – this moment. The three of us, as one, sharing moments no one else could understand.

And I felt worthy of it.

Duncan finished a few seconds after I did. He withdrew from me slowly, chest heaving with each breath.

Yes, the sex was incredible, but it was the moments afterwards that I craved the most. The constant praise, the touches and tired kisses. Sometimes we would go rounds, and other times we’d finish each other off before the penetration could begin. But it always ended the same. With both their bodies next to me, hands laid out on my stomach, or fingers grasping my thighs. If I closed my eyes, I wouldn’t know who touched what, and which hands belonged to whom.

That was exactly how I liked it – how I liked us .

“Well, that certainly was worth the wait,” I said, filling the silence, breathless as if I had just run across the realm and back again. In truth, all I’d done was lie on my back. “If I could feel my legs, I would demand we go again.”

“Indeed it was, little bird,” Erix cooed, brushing soft fingers over my lower stomach, painting circles against my damp skin. “More than words could possibly describe.”

He nestled into my side, the pillow shifting as he added his weight to it.

Duncan did the same. “I would suggest that we should go back outside and join the party. But I think we’ve missed most of it by now.”

“How unfortunate,” Erix mocked.

“Oh well,” I echoed. “I am exactly where I want to be. Duties can wait, but my love for you both will never.”

“My sentiment exactly,” Erix said, giggling softly into my ear, tired mouth pressing soft butterfly kisses to every bit of skin he could reach.

“Life would be even better,” Duncan began, leaning up to catch his eyes, “if only we could exist like this without duty getting in the way.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth, Duncan,” Erix said, offering him a lazy smile in return. “But at least there is always a reason to rush back to each other. A purpose that will never diminish, thanks to the incredible man between us.”

“I attempted to fight off the yawn, but my mind was as exhausted as my body. And I couldn’t help but recognise that the sooner we slept, the sooner we could wake and do this all again. Duncan wasn’t leaving for Irobel until tomorrow, so we had the time. Time – such a precious thing. Something I would never waste again.

“No more talks about duties tonight. Just do me a favour, and don’t let go of me, either of you, okay?” I asked, closing my eyes and giving in to the rush.

“Never,” Duncan replied, running soft fingers up my torso.

“Never ever ,” Erix said, always attempting to one-up Duncan. A little healthy competition certainly didn’t go amiss.

We fell swiftly into silence, allowing our laboured breathing to intermingle, playing a symphony around our bedroom. With nothing but their warm flesh and proud wings to cover me, I closed my eyes and focused on the joy that I was full of when existing between the men I loved.

I was the last of us to find sleep. When I did, it was with the warm kiss of two mouths lingering inches from my throat. And in those last moments of clarity, I felt whole: utterly, completely and entirely whole.