That was an order I didn’t mind taking, even if I was his king. I stroked her jaw, moving her head to the side, and pushed my cock as deep as I could without choking her. Her eyes rolled up as she moaned around me, and then I began to press into her small mouth in earnest, praising her as she swallowed me down. “What a good queen you are, such a sweet tongue. When I sit next to you in the throne room, all I can think about is those lips on me, sucking me.” She moaned, and I glanced down to where Vilkurn was pressing against her.
Tarn knelt on her other side, stroking his cock, trails of pre-cum splattering on her stomach. He lifted a hand and rubbed it in, soaking her. Vilkurn followed suit, rubbing his cream into her skin, then again at her entrance.
“Do you know what I want more than anything?” I murmured into her ear. “I want to fill you up. I want to feed you so much of my come it’s all you’ll taste, all you’ll want.” As I said that, Tarn rubbed even more of his fluids into her skin, and she quivered as the orgasm began to take her. “Now, Vilkurn,” I said, but he had already seized the moment.
“Open,” he barked, and then again, “Open to me, mate!”
She growled and roared through her orgasm, but he finally managed to stuff his cock inside. “Goddess, she’s tight,” he gritted out. “Strangling me.” He fought to move, the slick that gushed out of her making it possible, even though she was obviously still partially closed.
“Come, my queen,” Tarn growled as his nimble fingers fluttered over her clit, forcing her to spiral higher in pleasure. “Come for us again.”
She obeyed, and we all praised her. “Good little Omega,” I rasped, “taking Vilkurn’s cock like that, letting him open you wide for all of us.” I fucked her throat as she shuddered, moaning. Then, Vilkurn drove his knot inside her and began to come, and I could see her womb expanding and pulsing as he unloaded a huge amount inside her.
The air was thick with her peaches and honey, and I came with a roar, my knot pumping her mouth full. She swallowed frantically, fighting to hold onto every drop. “Yes, my queen,” I said, lifting the droplets that had spilled out of the sides of her lips and shoving them, along with two of my fingers, back into her mouth. She sucked them clean, whimpering for more, and I scooped it up until she had enjoyed it all.
She licked her lips hungrily and managed a word. “More.”
“As you wish,” Tarn replied, and nodded at me as he replaced my cock with his. She lapped at it hungrily, insatiable. Vilkurn kept pumping into her, murmuring how she wasn’t loosening up—her pussy was still fighting him. By the time his knot slid free, we were all feeling more than a little exhausted, though she needed more.
But one of us hadn’t participated. “Axe?”
He was seated on the very edge of the nest, his head in his hands, rocking and grunting slightly, like a wounded animal.
Vilkurn moved away, and Tarn finished in her mouth at that moment. I wanted to bury myself in her, feel that strange tightness Vilkurn had spoken of. But Axe looked half-feral.
“Brother?” I murmured, and made space for him by her sweaty, slick-drenched body.
“Can’t,” he signed with a grunt. “Can’t control. Will hurt her. Me last.”
He wasn’t wrong; there was no way she could take him if her channel was still partially closed. I slid inside my queen and felt the pressure Vilkurn had mentioned, but as I moved, her slick came gushing out in waves of honey, lubricating her well enough for her to take me, and my knot.
When I was done, Tarn fed her water and took my place. Vali was still raving half the time, although there were moments of lucidity.
“Is she still closed?” Vilkurn asked Tarn, who shot him an annoyed glance.
“Tighter than I’ve ever felt,” he groaned. “Goddess, it’s almost too tight.” He leaned over her, setting his teeth on her breast, working the mating bite he had given her, and pumped furiously. He came again, and his knot deflated quickly. Too quickly.
I took another turn, and then Vilkurn, and then Tarn again.
Vilkurn tried to delay each round by encouraging her to drink, but his eyes were hooded. I knew why.
Axe was going into rut; I recognized the signs. His skin was red and fevered, and his breathing was labored, as if he were carrying a great weight uphill. Axe had the best control of any Alpha I’d ever known, and to see him like this made me fear for him. And for Vali. If he hurt her in his rut, he would never forgive himself. And he was large enough to do more than hurt her.
Fuck. He needed to leave the nest and the room, which meant we had to distract Vali. I had just opened my mouth to tell Axe I needed to speak to him when the door burst open.
“Where is she? I heard we were under attack?”
“Lorn?” Vali’s raspy purr came from the center of the rumpled, damp bed. She sat up, and a smile wreathed her face, though her eyes still glinted gold. “Come into my nest, mate.”
With his hair windswept from riding fast, and the dirt of travel all over him, Lorn looked as exhausted and distraught as I had ever seen him. But not for long. In two minutes, he’d shucked off his traveling clothes, weapons, and boots, and wiped himself down with a wet cloth, crawling into Vali’s nest with a grumble. “Looks like you wore out your other mates, lass. Time for Lorn to finish the job.”
She laughed low, her contralto tone taking me by surprise. I had heard that same otherworldly voice a few days before, in the pub. “Vali?” I whispered as Lorn pressed his body to hers, marveling at the slick that gushed forth.
He entered her suddenly, and she turned her face to me, her hair spilling out in a waterfall of dark curls over the pillow. The golden glittering of her eyes entranced me, and I tumbled into those dark pools, approaching something I had never thought to see again. The same quiet, brilliant space I’d stepped into once before, when I stood with one foot on each side of the gate.
“Goddess?” I breathed, so softly only Vali could hear.
Her kiss-swollen lips turned up slightly and her eyes flashed bright gold for an instant, before she blinked in confusion, turning back to Lorn.
