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Kai

H oly shit, my mate is a godsdamned goddess. A naughty goddess that might need the occasional attitude adjustment over my lap, but a beautiful, seductive goddess nonetheless. That display last night was incredible. I had ran up to clear the apartment for her, then went to help Lonan clean up.

And by clean up, I mean suck each other’s cocks until we exploded again.

When I awake in the morning, I freeze. I breathe as quietly and slowly as I can. I don’t want to ruin this. I’m laying flat on my back and against my side is Lo, his nose in my hair and one leg thrown over mine. But under my other arm, completely unexpected and inexplicable, is Oleander. Her face is on my chest and her white hair has come loose from the bun she ties it in at night. Her hand rests on my bare stomach and my heart swells. It’s painful and wonderful. It’s as if it’s growing to fit them both, though I already knew they were each mine. I kiss the top of her head gently, and after, turn and kiss Lo’s forehead. My mates.

When my father and Uncle Callum and Aunt Mia—and the rest of Gaeba’s guard—were killed in battle, our town was put to the torch, given that the most powerful of the water shifters had already been killed. Lonan nearly killed himself, expending magic to try to save folks. I was pulling heat off the flames nearest him, trying to keep him alive, screaming at him to run, for us to run, to save ourselves. He wouldn’t though. When he collapsed, I threw him over my shoulders and ran like a fucking coward while Alder’s men were too busy killing survivors to spot two youths escaping north, to nothing but wilderness. It was in those dark days that I thought I would only ever have Lonan. That it would be the two of us, against the world, forever.

And now, look at us. Together still, of course. With an army at our backs. A circle of friends we trust, workers we pay well and can rely on, a small town of survivors. And Oleander. I would have never thought this was in our future.

Ollie starts to stir and I stare at her. Her hand twitches and her hips shift, pressing her core against my body. It should make me hard, but it just brings out further feelings of protectiveness. Even with Lo, I have never felt like I needed to care for someone so. Probably because she’s a female who can hardly wield a butter knife. I frown. We need to work on that.

I realize again she hasn’t told us of her magic, nor her upbringing. I don’t want to push her, especially after I acted like such a gigantic ass, so I’ll leave it until she’s ready. It matters not.

Her eyes flit open and she rubs her face against me as she yawns. Perfect little thing.

I feel Lonan roll over and I turn to see his red eyes taking in Ollie laying on my chest. He looks to me, face ardent and joyous. I smile at him.

“Good morning princess,” I say softly.

“Good morning sweetheart,” Lo quietly rumbles, voice rough with sleep.

“Mmm,” she responds, again rubbing her face against me like a little cat. She comes up blinking those intense eyes of hers. “You two are striking together, do you know that?” She asks, a tiny smile on her face.

Lo chuckles, “I was going to say the same of you and Kai.”

I just lay silent, absorbing the pleasure I can almost feel coming from my mates.

“Ollie,” Lo starts and I can hear the hesitation in his voice, “When will you accept our bonds? Surely you won’t make us wait until we have the throne, for that as well?” He cocks an eyebrow as he reaches for her hand.

She lets out an adorable giggle. “Mayyyyyybe.”

I groan and she kisses my chest. Fuck .

“Baby, you’re not planning on leaving us? Or rejecting the bonds?” I ask quietly.

“No, of course not,” she says immediately and I sense no lie in her face.

“Then let’s do it, tonight. Or after the Mabon Festival, if you want to make an occasion out of it.”

She giggles again. “An ‘occasion’? Kai Ignisroth, you cannot possibly be a romantic?” She grins, leaning up on an elbow to look at me better.

Lonan laughs. “He is! You totally got him figured out.”

“Hush,” I say as I sit up and slip out of bed, embarrassed.

Lonan gets up too but Ollie lazes back, arms over her head. “Will you get my marking tattooed on your cock too, Kai?” She smirks.

I turn and glare at her and she dissolves into giggles.

“I’ll see you both at breakfast,” I say as I pace out as quickly as I can without looking ridiculous, headed to my rooms to get dressed.

JUST AS WE’RE DIGGING into plates of eggs with goat cheese and the last of the year’s sweet peppers, Nell comes slumping in. Her dark green hair appears mussed and her gills flicker in and out.

“Lonan. A message.” She holds out the envelope. The envelope is a burnt orange shade and I swallow down my concern. Larkstead .

Faery, much like the human world, is run by the rich. The richest of each variety of Fae, and the priesthood, hold sway. For water Fae, it had been the Gaeba family, which had governed peaceably and fairly for nigh on eight hundred years. About five hundred of those ago, they became the ruling family of the entire realm. Until the most powerful earth Fae family, Stonesthrow, had attacked and killed them all like cowards. Not even a proper battle.

The Narisa clan of dragon shifters ran Guivre Shores, home to most air shifters, at least now that Alder openly persecuted them.

The final cornerstone, fire, was run by the Larkstead family. They are still “fresh” rulers, only having held the seat of power for about three hundred years. But that has been enough time for us to see that what they prefer is a comfortable lifestyle, not power, nor prestige nor control. I suppose it could be worse. For instance, Alder.

Lonan tears open the envelope.

Korben chuckles, “So, ready for a husband, Kai?”

I glare at him silently.

Lo’s eyes trace back and forth over the letter. He’s always been a fast reader. He excelled at academic lessons when we were younger. He’d tease and poke me about it, but only until one of our fathers had taken us out for weapons or tracking work. That was my time to shine. With each other’s support though, we had both become proficient in each.

“Well?” I finally prompt. “What does it say?”

He tosses down the letter, rubbing his head and my eyes flick to Ollie. She’s looking at me so I give her a tiny reassuring nod and we both turn back to Lo.

“They would love to get rid of Alder. He’s a blight, an insult, a lazy no-good imposter. But they require a marriage pact.”

“Pact?” Ollie says quietly. “Not an actual marriage at this exact moment?” She arches a white eyebrow and I immediately love what this devious little bitch is suggesting.

Lonan chuckles. “Consummated and sworn before an Ordained.”

She grimaces, eyes flicking to Korben and Lilac. I can see the thought in her face. We should tell them about our bonds.

I grunt, shaking my head, looking at Lo. “We might as well have out with it, don’t you think?”

I know the inner circle has long suspected that Lonan and I fuck. But they have the tact, and sense of self-preservation, to not speak of it. But Ollie has put a wrench into things. I cannot stop staring at her. I know I struggle to mask my feelings when I am around her.

Lonan’s eyebrows rise even as Ollie takes me in with a look upon her face. She likes this idea , I realize. She wants this out in the open. Would it make her more amenable to accepting the bonds?

I look to Lo, giving a barely perceptible shrug. He sighs fitfully, poor, long-suffering mate of mine.

“Korben, Lilac, what I’m about to say must not leave this room. We’ll of course discuss this with Caspian and Tazi as soon as I am able to—in person—but this must stay secret.”

They both nod solemnly. Lonan commands respect and trust easily. It’s one of the things I adore about him, his easy comradery and foolhardy bravery.

“Kai and I are heart mates. Have been since before you met us.”

Lilac laughs. “Yes, and?” She raises her eyebrows.

Ollie snorts and the two women exchange a friendly glance. It makes my heart happy; Lilac rather hates most folks, so if she likes Ollie... well, it’s a good sign for sure.

Lonan continues without comment, “And Oleander... she has spirit bonds with both Kai and I.”

The silence is heavy for a moment before Korben chuckles. “Fucking eh, of course she does. The mystery daughter of our enemies, bound to the rebel leaders? Love it. It’s like a book, you guys!”

I close my eyes, shaking my head. Korben spent a lot of time in the human world, like many of his variety, before the Veil Stones quit working, giving him his rather unusual sense of humor.

Lilac clears her throat. “I... am surprised.” She nods to Ollie. “I understand your actions better now, I think. I hope we can speak more. I know my Rosetta loves you, and she’s a wonderful judge of character.”

Ollie positively beams in pleasure. “Thank you Lilac,” she responds softly. Turning to address us all, “I am thankful you all trust me enough to have kept me alive thus far. I promise I shall not be a... disappointment .”

Something about the way she says that word. ‘Disappointment.’ It echoes in my chest oddly. Who said that to her? And why? And when will I be able to burn the life out of them?

Lonan speaks, “We shall think on what Larkstead had to say. I would prefer we figure out something else they will settle for, but we’ll see.”

A thought hits me and I grin unexpectedly. “Korben, you could marry one of their sons.”

“Me? Oh shit no, not this fungus. I can’t be tied down.” And he quickly crumbles into nothing. More precisely, he crumbles into spores, drifting on the air currents.

We chuckle. “Well,” Lilac starts, standing, “Rosie asked for some help with Mabon Fest prep. I’m going to do that, assuming you have nothing else for me, Lo?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Have fun.”

As Lilac slips out the room, Lonan looks between the two of us, Ollie at his right, me on this left.

“Do we need to do anything else to get ready for the fest tomorrow? Lonan asks.

“I need to help cook frost the small cakes we made, but I’m sure it’s too early,” Ollie says with a tiny smile on her face. I love it.

Lonan looks to me, “Anyone we need to murder right now?”

I snort as Ollie giggles.

“No, then?” Lo continues, “In that case, I propose,”

I cut in. “Oh boy, here we go.”

Ollie giggles again and smiles at us both.

Lonan restarts, “I propose we play a game.”

I groan. This cannot end well.

“Cards. Commander’s Cup.”

Ollie looks intrigued. “How do you play that?”

Lonan stands, gathering our plates and heading for the kitchen. “I’ll teach you, sweetheart.”

He returns with a tray. He sets it down and I see the deck of cards, a bottle of Cook’s homebrew, and three large glasses already filled to the brim.

Ollie now has the good sense to look a bit concerned.

“Will I be at a disadvantage? Since you both know this game?” She sounds worried. Bless her little heart. She should be.

“Nay, it’s really just a drinking game with some cards mixed in,” I respond.

She sits up, intrigued. “What are the rules? What is the goal?”

Lonan puts a mug in front of each of us, then places the bottle of homebrew in the center of us and arranges the cards face down in a circle around it.

I groan again. “The goal is to get drunk, baby.” I rub my head. “Lo, I don’t think our little mate is going to be able to hold her drink well enough for this game.”

Ollie smiles sweetly, “No, I want to play Kai. Tell me the rules.”

Lonan grins. “We take turns flipping a card. The cards have different rules. Ace, we all drink, two’s, you choose someone to drink, three’s, you drink, four’s you have to tell a truth, five’s—”

“Alright, alright,” Ollie laughs, “Tell me as we go.” And she reaches for the pile. She flips the Queen of Hearts and Lonan and I both make a noise.

She raises her eyebrows proudly. “Well? What’s the rule?”

“Queen’s mean,” I say. “You have to think of something you’ve done that you think we’ve done too. Anyone who has done it, drinks.”

She blinks. “That makes no sense.”

I shake my head, silent. Lonan responds, “It’s supposed to be fun. So say something you want to know if we’ve done or not.”

“Fine,” she huffs, thinking. “Fine. I’ve... um... stolen from a kitchen.”

Lo and I exchange a glance as we both drink with her. I don’t think she gets it.

I pull a card. An eight.

“Oh, we each get to ask him a question!” Lo grins. “I’ll go first. Have you ever cum in your pants Kai?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes.”

Ollie makes a noise and I see her cheeks flush. “How... old were you when you first kissed someone?”

“Twenty-seven?” I look to Lonan.

“Twenty-eight,” he corrects.

“Your turn Lonan,” I grouch.

He pulls an ace and we all take a drink.

Ollie goes and draws a four. “A truth,” she says, thinking, tapping the card against her chin. She wrinkles her nose. “I hate spinach.”

“Cheap,” Lonan teases.

I draw a King. I chuckle. “You both have to lose an article of clothing.”

“What?”

Lonan starts unbuttoning his shirt. Ollie’s eyes widen. She stands quickly and starts wiggling, hands at her sides. After a moment, she steps to the side and leans down, grabbing her pair of black panties off the floor. Well, fuck. I guess she does get the game.

She grins and places them on the table as she sits back down.

Lonan pulls a Queen. “I’ve had sex with a woman,’ he says.

Ollie’s wide eyes are on me. I don’t move, as I haven’t had sex with a female Fae before. She slowly raises her glass and drinks. Hmm, someone else I need to kill, I see.

Ollie silently draws an eight. Lonan grins evilly, placing his bare forearms on the table as he studies her.

“I’m almost not sure what I should ask,” he purrs. Liar .

“Oleander,” he continues, “Who is your mother?”

I cringe. Probably not how she wants to talk about this.

She blinks. “Lady Juliana. She was half-human, from her father’s side. Her mother was a powerful Tierra from a landed family. My mother was a skilled Colitvaire. Her gardens are actually how my father met her. He’d heard of the Lady that kept an entire village fed and wanted to meet her. They, according to her, fell in love at first sight. She agreed to be one of his consorts. This was before he attacked Gaeba.” She bites her lip. “Mother was a good Fae. I don’t think she’d have agreed to become his consort if she knew his plans. He, King Wells, my father, was at the time they met, just the ruling leader of the earth Fae.”

Oleander seems to be blinking back tears. I glare at Lo and sigh.

Non-family question from me, in that case. Maybe going spicy would distract her . “Ollie, did you like Lonan taking control the other night, when he found us? When he punished you?”

“Yes,” she says, simply, meeting my eyes with no hesitation or shame.

I take a deep breath. It’s not really something you normally ask right away perhaps, but I need to. I need to know if my mate enjoys similar things as me.

“Would you mind if I did, some of the time?”

She arches a white eyebrow. “I probably wouldn’t mind.” A tiny smirk plays at her lips and I smile, in relief, back at my mate.

Six rounds later and Ollie pushes herself back from the table. “I am not drunk, I’ll have you both know.” She giggles and I grin hearing it. “I need a snack though.”

She quickly leaves and returns with some bread, cheese, and olives and places them near us. She pulls a card. A four, a truth.

She thinks a moment. A scowl crosses her face, like a cloud over the sun. “I’m still a bit annoyed with you both for allowing that bat to lick me.”

I frown, remembering having to hold her arms. I had been afraid to hurt her, squirmy little thing. But the press of her, and the thought of getting to punish her misbehavior, had had me embarrassingly hard against her back. And the way she had slapped me, Gods. I didn’t realize that that would have turned me on so. But I feel a pang, knowing that the incident probably hurt the trust of my little mate.

I clear my throat. “I apologize Ollie. I shouldn’t have held you down.”

She grins. “Well, I like to be held down sometimes. But don’t worry, I’m making you both pay for it.”

“Wait, wait, wait, back the boat up,” Lonan coughs, “You like being held down?”

She presses her lips together and adds her card to the discard pile pertly.

I pull a nine. “Waterfall.”

Lonan explains “We all drink, when Kai stops drinking, I can stop. When I stop drinking, you can stop.”

I drink for only a few seconds, still a bit worried about Ollie’s tolerance. Lonan drinks and drinks before stopping. Oleander, to our shock, continues drinking until her cup is empty. She smiles prettily and reaches for the bottle in the center to fill her mug.

A few more rounds and Ollie has made the rule that only two people can sit in chairs. So, naturally, Lonan is sitting on my lap.

Ollie giggles, a wonderfully relaxed sound. “Now, tell me,” she says, showing her five, “Lonan, how did the two of you get together?”

“Well, you see, one day,” his eyes flick to me and I groan. “One day, we were out on a hunting trip, camping in the woods north of the castle. We were young. Green youth. But I was not so green as to have never enjoyed a fumbling grip from a pretty Fae, if you understand. But Kai...”

I bury my face against Lonan’s bare side.

“We were at the campfire and his eyes were upon me, drinking me in. And he said, ‘Lo, have you ever kissed anyone?’ So I replied affirmative and his face fell, the hurt obvious. Which I couldn’t stand. I’d known Kai fancied me for years at that point, but I wasn’t going to do all the work for him. But, well, the pain in his eyes was too much for me.”

Oleander is entranced, face soft and eyes amazed.

Lo continues evenly, “So I sucked his soul out of his cock.”

Surprised laughter bursts from Ollie.

“That wasn’t exactly what happened next,” I rumble, which only makes Ollie laugh harder.

“Well that story makes my next question all the more interesting.” Ollie’s eyes meet mine around Lo. “Kai, tell me, do you want my lips around your cock?”

I blink, quite unsure what her goal is here. “Of course, Oleander. I... think of it often.”

She makes a little noise. “Lonan, why don’t you take my chair?” She offers.

He immediately hops up and Ollie stands in front of me, hands on my shoulders. She straddles me, lifting her skirts out of the way, her feet not touching the ground.

My hands raise and take her hips.

“How is your control, Kai?” She asks.

“Quite good,” I answer, arching an eyebrow.

“If I told you to stop, at any point, would you listen?”

“Of course, baby.” I’m rock hard and I can feel the heat of her naked sex on my breeches.

She dips her head, letting her lips graze down my ear, to my neck. My hands flex on her hips. Suddenly her tongue is against my skin and I moan as she licks a hot trail back up to my ear, where she whispers, “Good to know. Makes me very inclined to let you take over some of the time.” She quickly dismounts my lap and returns to hers, as Lonan stands. He crosses to me and kisses me, deeply. My hands go to his gill slits without thinking.

Ollie lets out a little noise.

Lonan, ever eager for people to watch him, in any way, straddles my lap, but looks over his shoulder at Ollie.

“Would you like to watch, sweetheart?”

She nods, silently. She pours herself a glass of water from the pitcher on the table.

I grin. “Too bad it’s not raining.”

“Why?” She asks.

I raise an eyebrow at Lo and he nods. “If the air is moist enough, Lonan can use his gills to breathe. So his normally good head turns into extraordinary head.”

She blinks. “Can... I try that sometime?”

We both chuckle. Lonan climbs off my lap and kneels in front of me. I gently pull his messy hair back from his face as he unlaces me. He pulls my hard cock out, making a happy noise.

“Fuck, Kai, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, just as he licks up my slit, tasting my pre cum. I groan as I watch him.

The kitchen door swings open suddenly and Cook emerges, already talking. “Did ye want any of this fresh bread? It’s cooling now.”

Lonan has jumped up and spun around, standing in front of me as I tuck my dick away. Ollie is struggling not to giggle.

“Yes, Cook,” Lonan answers stiffly. “Thank you.”

She nods and turns and we all burst out laughing.

When Ollie wipes her eyes, she mutters, looking at us, “Like naughty school children.”

I shake my head. “How are you feeling? Sauced?”

She giggles again. “It takes more than two mugs of homebrew over an hour to get me anything past tipsy.” She shrugs. “Plus, I ate and drank water. I’m fine.”

Lonan’s eyes narrow, “Soooooo... it was just you getting more comfortable with us? Not getting a little blurred?”

She nods, smiling. She leans down and brushes her soft lips against mine, before standing up on her tiptoes to kiss Lo.

Ollie turns to head to the kitchen for the bread, but she stops. Her hand drops to her lower stomach. “Ohh,” she murmurs.

I quickly am at her side, hand on her arm. “Are you alright, princess?”

She nods. “Mm-hm, probably just my cycle. I was thinking it would hit soon.” She looks between us, a hint of defiance in her eyes, as though she expects us to react a certain way. I don’t know what way that is though.

“Can I do anything?” I ask, flicking a glance at Lonan.

“Um. No, thank you. I need to go chat with Cook. But after, I should probably lay down.”

I watch her walk to the back door to the kitchen before I turn to Lo. “Do you know what we should do?”

He blinks. “Why would I know, Kai?”

I shrug. “I don’t know, you’ve had sex with women?”

“When you’re only rolling about the bed for a night or maybe a week, it’s not usually during their cycle. You know as much as I do in this case.” He pulls on his shirt.

“Well, go ask Nell? See if she has anything we might want?” I suggest.

“Good idea.” He leaves the room and I wait for Ollie.

Shortly, the door opens and Ollie returns, carrying a steaming tea cup and a small cloth bag. She looks paler than normal. I frown and cross to her.

“Has it started?”

She chuckles. “It’s not a battle nor an emergency. Happens two times a year. Mine are usually very short and... intense.”

I don’t like the sound of that. Lonan returns, holding extra blankets.

Ollie slowly makes her way towards the doors. I grunt, and take the tea cup from her hand, pass it to Lonan, and scoop her into my arms.

She makes a noise but I can’t tell if it’s displeased or not, but now we can move at a quicker pace. When we get into Lo’s rooms, I ease her to standing near the bed and spin her so I can undo the laces on her corset. She laughs quietly.

“I can do that,” she argues, looking to Lonan, who is putting extra sheets and blankets on the bed. he paces to the wardrobe and digs out her sleep gown. It’s a pure white linen with delicate pearl buttons and embroidery. Her face falls.

“Uh, would you prefer one of my old shirts, perhaps?” Lonan’s nervousness in suggesting this is clear in his voice.

A tiny smile. “Yes, actually, I would.” She turns to me as Lonan resumes digging, “I need to use the bathroom.” I nod and step towards it. “Alone!” She clarifies loudly.

“Oh, right.” I step back, now holding her corset, her rich yellow gown loose around her. She takes the cloth bag with her.

I turn to Lo who has found a navy blue shirt with elbows patched and a button missing. He turns and holds it up for my inspection.

I nod. “Do you think she’ll want pants?”

“Naw,” she says, coming out in only her panties, her breasts free and magnificent. She takes the shirt and pulls it over her head. “Thank you. Oh,” she says, “It smells like you.” She smiles at Lonan.

He raises an eyebrow, “What do I smell like sweetheart?”

She looks at me and I smile.

Ollie slips into the bed, pulling the blankets over her. “I’ll be fine,” her little voice emerges from under the fluffy covers. “You two can go do rebel things.”

“No way,” Lonan says, unbuttoning his shirt. I pull off mine and drop my breeches.

Ollie’s head peeks out and takes us in. “I’m fine. It’s just a cycle. I usually sleep through most of it.”

I blink. “You’re going to sleep for three days?”

She lets out a little pain noise and I hurry to the bed.

“Just a cramp, it’s ok. And no, mine rarely last more than a full day. I should be fine for the Mabon Festival tomorrow eve, thank goodness.”

“Will this tea help?” Lonan sits on the other side of the bed, holding the tea from Cook.

“Mmm,” she says, sitting up and taking it, drinking several big gulps.

She settles back down into the bed, making another low sound. I lift the covers behind her and lay up against her body.

“Kai...” she begins suspiciously.

I chuckle, “I’m not doing anything untowards. But, now that you suggest that, wouldn’t you not be fertile...?”

“I am indeed not fertile during my cycle, but as I said, it’s usually rather short and I’m sleepy.”

I nod, “Well, I was just going to do what my father used to do for Aunt Mia on her cycle.”

I place my large hand on her little lower tummy and pull heat to my hand gently.

Her hands both wrap around my forearm as she lets out a sigh. “Ohh. Oh, Kai, that’s nice.”

“More heat? Less heat?” I ask, not sure.

“Hmm, a bit more?” She asks quietly. She’s silent a moment, her fingers gripping me still. “Your father did something so... intimate to Lo’s mother?”

Lonan and I share a glance over Ollie’s head. “It took my father quite a while to move on after my mother died. But he found happiness again with Mia and Callum.”

“They were in a relationship? And raised you both?” She asks in a whisper.

Lonan answers, “Yes. We had a good childhood, all things considered.”

Ollie makes a noise that seems both mournful and pleased at the same time. She turns and places a kiss on my lips and after, does the same to Lonan.

“Is there aught else we can do, sweetheart?”

I can almost sense her hesitation.

“What is it, princess? Anything, baby.”

She turns her face into the pillow and mumbles, “An orgasm usually helps ease cramps.”

Lonan and I share a look.

“Why so shy, sweetheart?” He asks gently as he turns her face.

“Neither of us mind the sight of blood, Ollie,” I add.

“Well, I didn’t mean sex,” she starts.

Lo blinks, “I didn’t think that was on the table?”

She hesitates, looking between us, some thought clear on her face. She seems to be considering it. A yawn hits her out of nowhere. I smile softly.

“Settle in, princess, I’ll help you,” I purr. I wrap my lower arm around her, between her body and the bed, pulling warmth to it and using it to replace the other hand. I let that hand cool somewhat, though I keep it hotter than normal, and tug up the shirt a bit.

“Just like this,” I whisper, my hand cupping her sex over her panties. “Right here, right now, all for you, our love,” I murmur into her white hair.

She makes a pleased but needy sound at that, spoiled little creature. Lonan’s hands slide down and I can tell he’s cupping her breasts.

She makes a little mewl and he grins, “I love playing with your sensitive nipples, sweetheart.”

I press my fingers to the top of her slit over her panties. While I haven’t been with a woman, Fae are well educated in sex matters by our teachers. I know a woman’s anatomy, even if I haven’t had much hands-on experience. And I’m confident in my ability to bring pleasure, given how I please Lonan. Besides, she’s mine. She’ll love my touch.

I circle her clit, as I watched her do to herself, with the pads of my first two fingers, over her panties. She gasps, turning her face towards me.

I let my fingers warm a bit more and her response is immediate. “Oh, Kai!” she cries in clear pleasure. Lonan must pinch her pretty nipples for she whimpers and turns to kiss him. “Lonan,” she murmurs dreamily.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, circling harder. Her hips start to rock. “Such a good girl. We know what you need. We have you. We’ll care for you, always.”

She purrs, head turning, enjoying the praise. Lonan picks it up, “So gorgeous, Ollie. Our mate. Our mate about to shatter between us, taking her pleasure from our hands.”

“Ohhh,” she cries out, hips thrusting, eyes pinched closed. “Ohhh...” she pants as her orgasm hits her. Gradually, her breath slows. I leisurely circle my fingers, and when her body has fully relaxed again, tug her panties out of her slit so they sit properly and slide my hand up to join the other on her belly.

“That was...” she trails off. Lo’s face becomes concerned and I frown, angling up just as Ollie buries her face in the pillow. “Nice,” she finishes, voice wavering. “Thank you.” She tosses the blankets back up over her head and Lo and I are left staring at each other.

My eyes narrow. I don’t know who was so unkind to my little mate in her past that a bit of consideration and physical comfort would bring her to tears, but someone’s gonna die for it.