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Nine

Rhoswyn

I nstead of returning to Roark’s apartment, Jaro carries me to a suite in the palace. I understand why. We’re living on a dangerous edge right now, and I’d hate myself if either of my nephews were caught in the crossfire.

I can’t say I’m too upset by the change of location, especially given the size of the bed that takes up the centre of the round room. It’s covered in soft furs, and when Jaro places me in the middle, I sink into them with a smile.

The door closes with a soft snick behind Caed as he passes Drystan with a cocky smile, but I can see past that swagger now.

My Fomorian is nervous, scared, even. He’s every bit as apprehensive as I was the first time I was intimate with my males. The dullahan must know it, too, because he rolls his eyes at his bravado and locks the door, heading for a chair in the corner.

Does he mean to just watch?

Disappointment hits me hard. I suspect he’s unwilling to let his guard down around Caed, but I refuse to end the night without him inside me. I mated all of them, damn it, and I know them well enough to understand that this would not be happening unless he specifically agreed to it.

Jaro climbs onto the bed behind me, brushing my hair back from my shoulders with careful hands. Suddenly, four hot male gazes are glued to my exposed breasts.

“I think he wants you to crawl to him again,” Jaro murmurs in my ear.

My lips quirk, but Lore interrupts before I can ask who told him about that.

“I think the Fomorian is the one who should be on his knees. He has a lot to make up for.”

There’s a moment of silence, and I catch Caed’s turquoise eyes, feeling the indecision in them, the pride, and then…

A burst of pure, unfiltered adoration hits me down the mating bond, stealing my breath.

Oh.

“You love me?” I ask, my mouth suddenly dry.

In answer, Caed lowers to one knee.

Then the other.

When he raises his shackled hands in offering, his head drops, stealing the turquoise from my vision. It’s the ultimate gesture of submission from a proud warrior who would never, ever do this for anyone else, and it tugs at my heart even before he speaks.

“I would die for you, burn Fellgotha to the ground if you asked. Fuck. I’d travel to the afterlife and slay Balor in your name if it would make you believe me, but I understand why you don’t. I’ve been a fucking awful mate.”

What do I say to that? I’m still struggling to form a response when his throat bobs and his hands slowly lower back to his lap, defeated.

I climb to my knees and slip from the bed, padding over to him on bare feet. My fingers find his proud chin, tipping his face back up so I can read him. Over his heart, the chains surrounding the blooming rose tattoo loosen, then shatter, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

He’s too busy studying my expression, waiting for my judgement. Bracing himself for my rejection. My free hand—the one covered in the blue strokes of his mating mark—drops to his pale hair, tugging on the short strands gently.

Then I drop my lips to his and claim him.

Caed stiffens, like he was expecting a blow, then relaxes under the contact. His lips—which are surprisingly soft—part eagerly, letting me take the lead.

I’m not used to being in charge, but I can’t deny the thrill that having him at my mercy brings as I deepen the contact, sweeping my tongue out to twine with his. He tastes sweet, with a hint of that bitter liquorice I’ve come to associate with him, and his body slumps with a silent groan.

Breaking our kiss, I look into his eyes, then up at the rest of my Guard. How far can we go? How far should we go? What’s allowed?

Drystan takes a deep breath, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “Fomorian, you might as well make use of that big mouth of yours and get her off.”

He’s acting unaffected, but the erection protruding proudly from his lap ruins the facade.

Is there… a little smugness coming from his end of the bond?

He’s enjoying this. Enjoying bossing Caed around from that chair like the domineering lord he is. I thought that Caed would object, but his bound hands are already reaching for my calves. He lifts one foot, pressing a delicate kiss to the inside of my ankle.

My wings flare, helping me keep my balance, but most of my focus is on him.

Caed’s touching me like I’m made of glass and might shatter at any moment. Like I’m precious, and he wants to commit every second of this to memory. He whispers something in Fomorian against my skin, and though I don’t understand it, the tone is worshipful.

I wobble, and Lore is behind me in the next moment. His hands press into my shoulders, then sweep down to cup my upper arms as he takes over the job of helping me to stay upright.

“Shall I show him what to do, pet?” the redcap murmurs in my ear, taking the pointed lobe between his lips and nipping sharply. “Do you want two tongues in that pretty cunt, drinking you down until you come on our faces?”

My breath hitches, and I feel his grin against my hair.

“Yes,” I gasp. “I want that.”

Caed is still kissing his way up my leg, his mouth gentle against the inside of my knee as Lore traces his tongue down the curve of my neck, swirling at my nape before licking a path down my spine.

“You’re dripping dust for them,” Bree murmurs, from the bed where he and Jaro are watching with heat in their eyes.

“And it’s delicious.” Lore’s lips brush the edge of one wing, and I shiver from my head to my toes. He focuses his attention on the dimples at the base of my spine, lavishing them with open-mouthed kisses as Caed lifts my leg.

“Higher,” Lore mutters to him, steadying me with one hand on my hip. “I have a mark that needs to be worshipped.”

Caed lifts my knee farther, encouraging me to rest my unmarked thigh on his shoulder. My hands once again find his hair as Lore grabs my ass, holding me in place as he ducks his head to my other leg and caresses the red slashing lines of his mark with his tongue.

“Fuck!” I cry out. The contact causes every single muscle south of my navel to clench, and pleasure lights me up from within.

“Pay attention, blue.” Lore’s and Caed’s breaths fan over my pussy, hot against the arousal already dripping down my leg. “You might learn something.”

My hand fists in my redcap’s hair, tugging lightly in reprimand; but this is Lore. He groans like I’ve given him a reward and traces the trail of wetness up my inner thigh with his tongue.

My Fomorian doesn’t seem put off by the taunt. Instead, he huffs out a half laugh that makes me squirm. Those lethal mouths are just inches from my weeping sex, and pleasure is so close I can taste it, so why haven’t they done anything yet?

I can’t tell who gives in first, but two tongues are finally there , tracing the lips of my pussy. Two sets of hands—one cuffed, and one not—spread me open, steadying me as they take their time feasting on me like I’m their last meal.

One mouth—Caed’s, I think—finds my clit, and I jerk like I’ve been electrocuted. He looks up at me, turquoise eyes molten as he reads my reaction along the bond, then dives back in for more. Flicking his tongue mercilessly against the bundle of nerves until I’m shaking in place.

Lore hums, teasing my entrance with deliberately light strokes as his thumb caresses his mating mark. Their mouths, so close together, combined with their breath against the most sensitive place on my body, have me whining and writhing against their hold. It’s so intense I almost fall over. My hands fist in their hair as Jaro’s larger ones span my waist from behind, giving me the support I need to relax fully into the males devouring me.

“I need to come,” I tell them.

I didn’t use my charm, but Lore’s tongue obliges, delving deeper and then withdrawing, only to fuck back into me again.

My dust sparkles in my peripheral vision, falling into their pale hair until both of them glitter in the candlelight. They’re beautiful like this, worshipping me together, and without meaning to, I search out Drystan again, sitting on his throne, watching.

I swear there’s a glint of approval in his eyes as he lords over us, like he enjoys seeing the redcap and Fomorian on their knees serving me almost as much as I do. His amber gaze sparks as I dance and tremble on the cusp of pleasure, and those deadly lips part.

“Come.”

That’s all I need.

I catapult over the edge with a shocked cry that makes Caed stop what he’s doing and lean away to watch. Pouting at the loss, I use my hold on his hair to force him back. He obliges me with light licks against my clit that soothe the ragged edges of the pleasure until the last tremors are gone.

“My turn,” Jaro mutters in my ear.

That’s all the warning I get before I’m lifted and carried back to the bed. The furs tickle my spine as he lays me back on them and lowers his mouth to mine.

He kisses me ferally, all teeth and dominance until my thighs part and I lift my hips to rub my core against the heavy hardness of his erection, but I just can’t seem to line us up.

Frustrated, I reach down, only to find both of my hands wrenched over my head and held there by one of Jaro’s.

“Not yet,” he murmurs. “You didn’t get the perfect ceremony. You’re at least going to get?—”

“Perfect is your cock in me,” I promise. “Right now.”

He chuckles, head dipping to nuzzle his mark at my throat until I cry out.

“But what if I want to see if I can make you come from playing with my mark alone?” he asks, all wolfish teasing.

“Compromise!” I cry, as he goes back to driving me out of my mind. “Do both.”

Like he was waiting for me to say that, the scorching head of him notches at my sex and presses forward, just an inch.

Goddess, the stretch is incredible, and I lift my ass higher, desperate to claim more of him as his teeth scrape over that mark.

“Jaro!” I scream, but the sound is stolen by Bree as he captures my lips and kisses me deeply.

The tawny hair on Jaro’s chest abrades the sensitive buds of my nipples as he finally sinks fully into me, and I gasp into Bree’s mouth as someone reaches between us to rub circles over my hypersensitive clit.

The rhythm my wolf shifter starts up is fast and desperate, as if he can sense how needy I am and wants to take pity on me. My pussy clenches, trying in vain to keep him inside as he pounds into my body hard enough to push me up the bed. The friction is perfect, and I moan into Bree’s mouth as Jaro hits a sensitive spot that makes stars dance behind my eyelids. His teeth dig into my throat as he funnels his pleasure through our new bond, dragging me with him into rapture a second time.

Bree doesn’t stop kissing me, as I gasp for breath and my head spins, drinking down the sounds of my orgasm as Jaro pulls away and I’m left empty and aching for more. The shifter releases my hands, and they automatically fall into my púca’s hair, playing with the silky soft fur of his ears until his eyes go lazy with bliss.

“Can I have your ass, dragonfly?” he asks.

I swallow as his fingers tap dance down from my clit to play in the mess Jaro left between my thighs. He spreads it around, using it as lube to sink one finger into my back door.

“Yes,” I hiss out, as he works his way deeper, fucking me slowly with it. “But I want the others as well.”

“Lore, you can have her mouth.” Drystan unfolds himself from the chair and approaches the bed with deliberate slowness. “Jaromir, watch the Fomorian.”

“I’m not going to fuck this up,” Caed objects, not drawing his gaze from where Bree now has two fingers scissoring my asshole. “I’ve got a hold on it.”

Drystan quirks a brow but lets the subject drop as he sits on the edge of the bed and pats his lap.

“Come here.”

Bree’s fingers pop free as I turn and crawl to him. The dullahan grabs my chin before I can straddle his hips, drawing my lips to his for a kiss.

I caress the veiled mark on his forearm, and he shudders. The bond is so vivid between us, bringing a level of understanding that I don’t think we would ever have reached on our own.

He loves me, and the depth of that love is so vast, so incredible, that it steals my breath. With it comes a huge wealth of fear that he will never, ever, give voice to.

Drystan Snowchild has had too much taken from him. It’s so easy to see now that he’s terrified of losing me, too.

When I give myself over to him, surrendering, I can feel the magic happen. The fear lessens, the stranglehold of his need for control eases, and the love shines through.

“Are you going to fuck me, master?” I whisper against his lips, enjoying how pleasure lights him up from within at the last word.

“You’re not in my ropes, huntress,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to call me that.”

“It’s a special occasion,” I say, stealing another kiss as I take his hand and press it against the white mark on my chest, letting him experience just how much I like giving him control in this, how safe he makes me feel.

His hand catches the back of my neck, keeping me close when I would’ve ended the contact. Nipping my lower lip sharply, he releases me and leans back on his elbows.

“Sit on my lap and get me nice and wet, but don’t come.”

Swallowing, I hurry to obey, draping myself over his spread thighs. I gasp as the metal in his dick slides through my sopping wet folds.

Goddess, I will never get used to that.

His big hands come to rest on my hips, drawing me close so that his cock is sandwiched between us, and I sense more than see Bree take up his position behind me.

He’s found some lube from somewhere and carefully works it into my ass as I grind my sex against Drystan’s scorching length, teasing myself with the barbells rolling over my clit on each pass.

“Breathe out for me,” Bree says, and I jolt as he replaces his fingers with the blunt head of his dick.

He whispers his lips over the sensitive point of my ear as he forges his way into the tightest place in my body. His fingers cup my throat, twisting my neck until our eyes meet. It’s a little awkward, but I can feel him using it to tether himself to here and now.

My heart overflows as I realise it gives him the same reassurance that Drystan gets from controlling me. He’s with me, his mate, and my purple gaze reminds him of that.

“I’m here,” I promise as he finally bottoms out, and my lower belly clenches and twists. “And I love you.”

The last is said to both of them, because Drystan is there, finally lining up his now-soaked cock with my entrance and pushing inside.

“Oh Goddess,” I whimper. The metal rubs against Bree through the barrier inside of me, making my nerves spark. “Move, both of you. Goddess, master, move.”

I know he hears the silent ‘please’ that I won’t voice in front of Bree, because his lips quirk.

“Feed me your tits, and I might consider it.”

What? I look at him, wide-eyed, and he arches a brow.

Oh, I could just… How ? How can he act so unaffected when I know he’s just as desperate as I am for this? And how does he expect me to manage that while keeping eye contact with Bree?

With my free hand, I cup my left breast and hold it out in offering.

“Higher.”

Irritation sparks, and his palm cracks against my ass before I can give voice to it. My body clenches around them both, and Bree lets out a strangled sound.

“I did?—”

“You were going to sass me,” he counters before I can finish giving my excuses. “Now, lift your tit higher before I spank that next.”

Bossy, domineering… ugh!

I do as I’m told, mostly because I don’t want him giving Caed ideas. One mate who likes to turn my ass pink is enough for any female. The second my nipple is level with his mouth, he draws it between his lips and sucks.

“Drystan!” I moan, arching towards him to deepen the contact.

He sucks harder, drawing his head away until I feel the stretch and sting. He releases my poor, abused bud, then gestures with his chin for me to feed him the other.

I know what he’s planning now, but that doesn’t make it any easier to bear. I’m pinned in place by two cocks—which still haven’t given me any of the friction I crave—and tormented as Drystan takes his time turning my nipples into hard little points. Every scrape of his teeth seems to tug directly at the sharp pool of bliss blooming in my core, sparking it, driving me higher and higher, but with no relief. I rock my hips to try to grind my clit against him, only to find Bree there, stopping me.

A frisson of his uncertainty hits me, and I wince, realising that my eyes have fluttered closed. I blink them open, finding his green gaze. I’m rewarded when he offers me a gentle smile.

“Hold it for me,” he orders. “I want you to come when I tell you to, okay, dragonfly? Can you do that for me?”

Goddess, save me from the bossy males.

I might honestly collapse if I don’t come soon.

“Can I move?” I ask Drystan.

“No.”

The sound that escapes my lips is petulant, frustrated, and embarrassingly wanton.

“Redcap, I think she could do with something to occupy her mouth,” Drystan says, as his lips pop off my nipple.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Lore grins.

Suddenly he’s there, standing on the bed beside Drystan with his beaded cock directly in front of my face, pre-cum forming a perfect pearl at the tip.

I lap it up gratefully, taking him as deep as I can manage as he throws his head back and groans. On his withdrawal, I delve my tongue deep into the slit at the head, seeking more of his taste. My head bobs rhythmically as I throw all of my focus into the task, trying to distract myself from the rapidly coiling threads of pleasure building in my abdomen. I want nothing more than to chase my own satisfaction and come, but the other two still won’t move, won’t provide the friction I crave more than air.

I release my breast and grab for Drystan’s shoulder to steady myself.

The sting of a slap to my already aching tit registers. I cry out around Lore’s dick, and he surges forward in answer, chasing the vibrations down my throat until I gag. His thrusts speed up until I struggle to keep eye contact with Bree, but the bond lets me know he’s okay for now.

“That’s it, pet.” Lore’s voice wraps around me like spun sugar, sweet and tempting, but edged with sin. “Swallow. That’s my good girl.”

I’m so wet that I can feel myself soaking Drystan’s lap, and he turns his attention to my other breast, spanking that next, before rubbing away the small hurt.

Then Bree finally, blessedly, moves. He draws out of my ass with near-painful slowness until he’s almost entirely out, then he fucks me back into Drystan’s and Lore’s cocks.

His wonder and reverence hit me like sledgehammers to the heart as he fucks my ass in gentle thrusts that slowly increase in force and tempo until tears prick the corners of my eyes, and I release a tiny sob around Lore’s cock.

Once Drystan is satisfied that I’ve adjusted to the dual penetration, he starts to move as well, the three of them moving in perfect sync. Slowly stuffing me full of them and then retreating until I thrash like a wild thing. Effervescent bubbles of need spring from every touch, every kiss.

They don’t stop. They can feel my pleasure, and the overwhelm that accompanies holding back my orgasm, just as I can feel them chasing their own.

My nerves are frazzled, toes curling against Bree’s thighs as I shake and suck and whimper between the three of them. Begging them with my body to finish and take me with them.

Lore comes first, pouring down my throat with a litany of whispered praises as he strokes my hair back from my face, watching me swallow with lust-glazed red eyes.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, leaning down to lick away my tears. “You were born to take five cocks, weren’t you? Made for it.”

“Yes,” I reply, boldly.

The redcap grins, then kisses me deeply. My tears and his cum mingle in our mouths as our tongues dance. Drystan shudders beneath me, then comes with a groan, flooding my pussy with his release.

Goddess, I can’t. Holding it back is too much. A broken whine escapes from my throat as my dullahan’s pleasure laps at my resolve.

“Come, dragonfly,” Bree finally murmurs into my ear.

Every single muscle in my body tenses as Drystan’s hand comes down on my outer thigh in a slap that’s harder than any he’s given me so far.

I explode with a scream, clinging to them as I rock and tremble like a leaf caught in a storm of their making.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, so quietly I’m certain none of the others hear it.

Bree withdraws from my ass, rubbing my neck as my head finally drops into the crook of Drystan’s neck. I expect my dullahan to pull away or hand me off to one of the others, instead he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, still inside of me. His embrace tightens as he realises I’m enjoying this, and I don’t think I’m imagining his reluctance when Jaro pries me away with a quiet offer to help me clean up.

I think I’m finally starting to melt my winter lord, just a little bit.