Kyte has spoken with hundreds of people today, and he’s been deep in conversation with Master, I meanCommanderHarlan, but he finally manages to walk over to our table. “Let’s go.”
“Really?” I can’t believe my luck.
“Yes, before Bartanz jumps me.” He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet.
Ceredes and Jeren are already up and cutting us a path to one of the wide doors.
“The mourning feast will continue all night, but I’ve done my part. Now it’s up to the nobles and senators to handle the affairs of Latrides for the next year.”
“And then you become king?”
He shrugs. “It’s more of a ceremonial thing. I’ll be king, but the people rule themselves via their senators and the nobles who serve as advisors and continental leaders.”
“So, yes, you’ll be king.” I elbow him lightly.
He smiles. “You can call me your king when I’m inside you, if you like.”
My nipples go hard instantly, and Jeren runs his hand down to my ass and squeezes.
“Where’s your room?” I bite my lip as slick coats me. It’s like my body knows we need to join, to strengthen our bond and release the tension.
Ceredes scoops me up, and they all quicken their pace, practically sprinting down the wide, golden corridor with jeweled walls and soaring ceilings. It’s beautiful, but I can’t focus on any of the grandeur, not when Ceredes’s hard chest is pressing against me.
Leaning up, I run my tongue along his throat.
A growl rips from him as Kyte turns to a set of double doors and barks at the guards standing outside, “No one comes in.”
Startled but obedient, the soldiers nod and close the doors behind us as my Alphas slow.
“This is your room?” I look around at the enormous bed, wide windows, and waterfall that glistens in the moonlight.
“Ourroom.” Kyte works his dress coat off as Ceredes carries me to the bed, lays me down, then claims my mouth.
Jeren’s warm hands run up my legs and push my dress out of the way. With an easy tug, he removes my panties, and then I feel his mouth cover me, his tongue licking through my slick as I moan into Ceredes’s mouth. He places one hand at my throat, then uses his thumb to turn my head to the side.
I gasp when I see Kyte beside us, his hand on his thick cock as he stares down at me with unfiltered lust. “More.” I lick my lips and watch as he strokes himself.
Ceredes bites along my throat, and when Jeren plunges his tongue inside me, I arch.
I want them all, the power of the circle eddying around us as we share in the pleasure of each other. Jeren’s tongue brings me to the brink, but then it’s gone, and Ceredes pulls me up, strips my dress the rest of the way off, then settles me on top of him. His thick shaft is already free, and I sink down onto him with a moan.
He grips my ass hard and I rock my hips, feeling every bit of him as I grind my slick along his shaft.
“My perfect Omega. My Lana. My love.” His blue eyes burn into me as I ride him, and when Kyte grips my hair and pulls me to his mouth, all thought leaves. I can onlyfeel. Ceredes inside me. Kyte’s tongue against mine. Jeren’s mouth fastening around one of my nipples. Our bond is bright and alive, wrapping us in bliss.
I grip Ceredes’s shoulders, then my hands trace down to his chest, and I dig my nails in. His cock pulses, and I can feel it through the bond. He’s already close. But I’m closer. So I don’t stop. I grind against him, taking pleasure from all three Alphas as I bear down on Ceredes, my hips locking as I come, my tension drawing tight and unwinding with each breath.
Ceredes surges up, his grip hard on my ass, and I feel his knot thicken and lock into place. I claw his chest as my orgasm doubles, triples, and I’m awash in him, his seed, his scent, his mind. He groans my name, his veins popping as he coats me, and I bite Kyte’s lip as my release rolls on and on. But even when I’m awash in aftershocks and Ceredes pulls out, I still want more. I want all.
“Jeren,” I breathe.
With a growl, he pins me to the bed and thrusts inside me. I grab his hair and pull his mouth to mine as he masters me in hard, deep strokes.
“Yes.” I writhe, our sweaty bodies pressing against each other, every bit of us joined.
“Beloved.” He bites my neck, then sucks the sting away as he pistons inside me. I want every bit of his need, his hurt, his anger, his love, so I spread wider, taking him so deep I ache. But I want that, too.
With a quick movement, he flips me onto my stomach and fills me again, yanking my hips to him, then grabbing my hair and pulling me upright. Kyte moves to my front, his body pressing against mine as he sucks my breasts, his hands kneading as his tongue works each nipple.
