Page 27

Kai

I am a fucking jackass. How could I agree to this? I stomp back to our rooms, blowing past the steward, offering keys to Ollie and Korben and into my rooms. I slam the door and start pacing.

Those absolute jizzrags. They are not touching my girl. I’ll fucking kill them. I saw them all. They only want their ass on the throne. I snort. Like Ollie will listen to a thing they fucking say anyway. I pull off my vest.

I need her. I need Ollie .

I step out of my room quietly and head to Lo’s room, scratching a small knock. It immediately opens. Before I can step in, I hear a door down the hall crack. It’s Ollie. I wave her down, silently. She tip-toe runs down the hall, holding her dress up, in the most adorable manner I’ve ever seen.

I wrap her in my arms as we step in. Lonan shuts and bolts the door, then his arms wrap around us too.

I groan, my cock painfully hard. “Ollie, I need you, baby. Say you’ll let us fuck you again. Please, princess.” I let go of her and my hand drops to the buttons between her breasts as I wait.

She purses her lips. “And how do you think that would go over? If the soothsayer asked other, rather related to marriage, questions tomorrow? Or if I came up pregnant while we battled my brother?”

I struggle with the thought of putting a babe inside my mate because fuck me does that sound perfect. I suddenly remember what she’ll be doing a few nights from now.

“And will your new husband be allowed to get you pregnant?” My voice is pissy, even to me.

“Just let me handle that,” she answers cryptically. But she runs her hands down my chest and my eyes close, my body easing at the touch of my mate. “I think I’ve punished you quite enough Kai, for letting that bat lick me.” She takes my hand and tugs me over to the rug by the fire. Lonan follows, silent.

When we stand on the thick rug, Ollie steps in front of us both and sinks to her knees, a honeyed smile upon her lips.

“Take out those cocks of mine,” she murmurs, eyes on our pants. Lonan groans, tugging off his shirt first. I follow suit and quickly get my dick out. If I hadn’t started out hard, the sight of my beautiful mate on her knees in front of me would have me as hard as stone.

She purrs, studying our cocks. She wraps one hand around each of us. Lo and I both moan and I can’t take my eyes off Ollie. She leans in, face against my body as she looks at the scar left by the blade during our bonding. She looks up at me, running her tongue along it.

“Oh fuck, Ollie, I’m ready to cum right now,” I whimper, as I stare at her.

She giggles, and twists her hand on Lo’s cock, starting to stroke him slowly.

“Mmmm, me too, sweetheart,” Lonan gasps.

Ollie chuckles and thumbs back my foreskin and wraps her mouth around my cockhead. My eyes close in the insane pleasure of my mate taking me in her mouth. She works down on me, struggling around my thick cock as she makes happy sounds, her hand still working Lo slowly.

“Fuck, baby, don’t choke yourself,” I whisper as my hand rises to touch her head gently. “Whatever you can take is plenty for me, princess,” I gasp as she works herself closer to my base. “I’m too big to get all of me in your throat, baby, it’s okay.”

She makes a determined noise but then pops off with a slick sound. She switches to Lonan and I watch her tongue his slit as she purrs in happiness.

“Fuck, baby, I didn’t realize how much you loved cock,” I smirk.

She makes an affirmative noise and she shoves her head down on Lo’s dick. Her head bobs and her hand slowly strokes me.

“Ollie... I’m going to cum down your throat if you don’t stop.”

She makes another happy noise but pulls back. She stands, hands going to her buttons and making quick work of them as Lonan and I shed our pants.

She shimmies out of her underwear. “I want each of your cocks shoved down my throat. As far as I can take. I’ve been waiting to taste you.”

Lo and I both moan.

“On the bed, hang your head off,” Lo says quietly. He climbs onto the bed. “Spread those gorgeous thighs.”

Ollie lays back, head over the edge, soft breasts with hard nipples making my mouth water.

Lonan orders, “Put your dick in her mouth, Kai. I’m gonna make her cum on my face, while she tastes your pleasure.” Lo grins, looking feral. “Then we switch.”

Ollie squirms, “Yes, please. Don’t be gentle.” She opens her mouth and I groan.

I step forward and feed my cock down my mate’s eager throat. I look up and Lo’s face is buried between her open thighs.

The grip of Ollie’s throat is intense and when I feel resistance, I pause and push in. She gags around me and I start to withdraw, but her hand quickly grabs the back of my thigh, holding me. She squeals around me from Lo’s ministrations. I groan and press in. Her fingers curl on my thigh happily.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fucking good. So hot and tight and perfect, my mate. I’m going to burst down your throat. I can’t last, you’re too good, princess.”

She squirms and makes happy sounds and my eyes go to Lonan, his eyes closed in pleasure as he licks Ollie closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” I pant, “Get ready baby, you need to take it all for me, like my good girl.”

My muscles tense and at that moment, Ollie squeals around me, her throat tightening impossibly as she cums on Lonan’s face and I go over the edge, squirting, feeding my mate as she swallows and writhes from her pleasure.

I ease my cock out of her and she grips my softening dick tightly with her lips.

“My turn,” growls Lo.

“And mine again,” Ollie says roughly, smiling as she licks her lips.

Oh fuck, this woman will be the death of me. I climb onto the bed, eyes taking in the sight of her open, wet, plump cunt. I wrap my arms up and around her thighs, hands gripping the tops of her hips. She wiggles, the patch of her white hair directly in front of my nose. I dive into her, looking up to see Lonan fucking her throat roughly.

“Yes, take it, take it Oleander, I’m so fucking hard for you, you need this, don’t you? To be used roughly by your mates?”

She makes pleasure sounds and I work her clit, lapping and letting my teeth graze her to her squeals.

“Fuck, Kai,” Lo says, “You’re right, I can’t take this, I’m going to cum so fucking hard for our mate.” His hips thrust into her. “Make her cum, Kai, lick that sweet pussy until she arches and screams around my cock.”

I refocus on Ollie, her pleasure, her happiness, her revenge, her throne. Her .

And then my mates cum, their pleasure soaking into my soul, nothing existing except them. I suddenly lose control, hips fucking into the bed as my cock twitches and jets, my pleasure joining theirs.

I AWAKE THE NEXT MORNING quickly, alert. Waking somewhere besides Thistle Grove, with my little mate beside me has me on edge, I guess. I’m curled up behind her, the gorgeous naked curve of her ass against me, as her head rests on Lo’s chest. It takes effort but I kiss her shoulder and roll out of bed, wanting to make sure the room is secure. As I stand, Lonan’s eyes snap open. Hmm. He’s on high alert too. Perhaps it’s the thought of watching our mate marry another, I think bitterly.

If I had been less selfish, I would have agreed to marry one of these bastards. At least then I could have bent them over, fucked them hard and often and made them beg for release. Instead of them being balls-deep in my Ollie. A little growl escapes me as I clear the room. Fuck, I truly am a moron.

I sit on the bed, feeling frustrated and angry. Lo’s hand rubs up and down Ollie’s arm. She buries her face into the bed, whining. Little night owl , I think fondly.

I want to bury my face between her thighs and it must show in my face for Lonan sits up and rubs his face. “C’mon, now, we must meet them for breakfast.”

Ollie rolls onto her belly and Lo tugs the covers off her. She squeals and I cover her with warmth. “Just stay right there, baby. Push that little ass up for me.”

She yelps and rolls right out of the bed, to both Lonan’s and my chuckle.

WE SIT AT THE SAME table, laden with platters of breakfast foods along the center. I want to take Ollie’s plate and fill it, but we must act distant in public. I hate it. I hate not being able to care for her. I watch her take a scoop of eggs and some late season berries, and a slice of breakfast cake covered in nuts before she sits next to me.

Someone clears their throat. I look up. One of the Larkstead sons has entered, along with Lady Larkstead, I assume. She’s tall and slender. Her hair is a flame red, like one of her sons we met last night, and her skin is a warm gray. Her eyes are an unexpected sparkling blue and she takes in Ollie keenly.

The son, Ellis, I think, says, “And how are you this morning, Lady Oleander?”

“I’m quite well. I slept like a rock,” she answers, smiling. “And yourself, Lord Ellis?”

“Please,” he smiles, his smarmy face annoying, “Call me Ellis.”

She nods and turns to his mother. “I’m sorry we missed you and your one son last night, Lady Larkstead.”

She smiles kindly, “Now, I hear I’m to be your mother-in-law, pumpkin, so please, call me Lydia.”

Ollie smiles and nods, even as she stretches her leg under the table to let our feet touch. “Will I meet your last son this morning?”

Lydia’s face falters for the tiniest second. “No, Finnick is helping Adrian in the griffon roost.”

Oleander perks up, surely to ask questions about the creatures and my attention turns to Lonan, who is speaking to Lord Larkstead.

“And will your soothsayer and Ordained be here this morning?” Lonan asks.

“They are one and the same. And yes, she will be,” he answers, smiling.

I eye the other three sons as they file in. They look like milksops. I grimace.

The door opens and I turn my head. The Ordained slips in, a curvy woman, her hair, a candy pink. She’s a bit taller than Ollie, I’d guess, and has lush curves.

She sits next to Lady Larkstead and nods to us. “The rebels.”

Lonan makes a noise of displeasure. “Misery’s Militia, actually. One is not a rebel when the arse upon the throne does not to care for his people. That Fae is not a rebel but a loyalist.”

The Ordained gazes at him a little too long. Her eyes turn to Ollie. “Lord Larkstead told me we are to speak more privately later.”

Ollie’s body is tense but she nods.

Lady Larkstead jumps in, “This is Ordained Eliska. She has been with us nigh on four years now.”

The rest of breakfast passes quickly, Lonan and I speaking with Larkstead while Ollie chats with the four sons that had shown up.

After our plates are cleared away, Lady Larkstead stands. “Boys. Help your brothers with the griffons.”

A low groan and I struggle not to roll my eyes. Lazy pricks.

But they quickly leave the room. Ordained Eliska looks to Larkstead. “Will you fill me in now, Leland?” She asks kindly.

He nods, his eyes indulgent. I ponder at that.

“This is supposedly the younger sister of King Alder. Commander Lonan and General Kai would put her upon the throne with our help. Before I agree, I want to be sure she’s truly of the King’s bloodline.”

She nods, face thoughtful. “That is easy enough to determine. I can do so, if you wish, and she agrees.”

Ollie makes a sound but I can’t get a read on her emotions.

Larkstead answers kindly, “Yes, please do Eliska.”

She looks to Oleander. “Do I have your permission to question you?”

Ollie looks downright riotous. I flick a glance to Lo but he looks as surprised as I feel.

“You want my permission?” Ollie asks, tone acerbic. “You won’t just do as your Master bids you?”

Eliska’s eyes flash, “No man is my master. And yes, I require your permission.”

Ollie’s gaze narrows. “Fine. You have it.”

Eliska stands smoothly and comes around the table. She sits in the empty seat next to Ollie and they turn towards each other, close enough that their knees are touching. The light coming in the narrow windows reflects off her pearl necklace declaring her a soothsayer.

I tense as the Ordained places her hands upon Ollie’s face. They gaze into each other’s eyes and Eliska quietly asks, “Are you of the Stonesthrow line that holds the High Throne?”

“Yes.”

The room is silent as they continue to stare at each other. Finally the Ordained responds clearly, “Truth.”

She drops her hands and stands smoothly. She turns to Larkstead, “I’ll be back this evening if you need me.” And she walks confidently out of the room. Ollie’s eyes trail after her.

Lady Larkstead claps her hands, “Wonderful! We’ll arrange an official event for the day after tomorrow.” She grins widely.

Lonan stands, body tense. He feels much the way I do about this bullshit. A thought hits me and my lips twitch. I’ll kill the bastard after Ollie takes the throne. She’ll have kept her bargain, him getting to be King-Consort. For all of about three days. This is a good plan.

The rest of us stand and follow Lonan out.