42
EMRYS
Emrys is quite sure he’s never felt pleasure like this. He has lived many years. Many of those years he was with Elara, and even when he loved her, it never felt like this. For a short bit of time, he was with the beautiful Fae spread out below him, but even then, a part of him was still tied to an Alpha he felt like he was betraying.
The pleasure he feels now is all consuming, a fire inside of him that is raging in the best way. Aerin feels like home. Hot, wet, tight home. Malice watching them should feel wrong, but it doesn’t. Emrys is no stranger to exhibitionism, being a Wolf. But the way Malice watches, with a sort of reverence he’s never felt before, coaxes the flames in his blood higher.
“Oh Gods, Emrys, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Aerin chants, her moans filling the room around them, filling the hallway, probably filling the whole damn wing of the Royal Village. None of them care. Aerin screams when she cums around his cock,again.
“That’s it, Princess, come undone on Em’s cock,” Malice coos, still sitting in the chair near the bed. Still stroking his cock. The sight spurs Emrys on more. He changes Aerin’s position again,bringing both legs together on her side so that her ass, red from where Emrys smacked it earlier, faces Malice. This way the Dragon-Fae can see how Emrys disappears into his Alpha.
“Please, I can’t…” Aerin sounds wrecked, her voice cracking after what has to be her fifth orgasm. Her legs tremble where they lay together and her hand grips Emrys’s where it rests on her hip. Emrys slows but Malice growls at him in reprimand.
“Don’t you dare slow down,” he barks out, fisting his cock with more force. Malice is brutal in his attractiveness, his thick muscles rolling, his wings partially flared out as he starts to loosen his grip on his control.
“One more Princess,” Malice orders, “I know you can do it. You want Emrys to cum, don’t you?”
Aerin starts babbling, “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” her grip on Emrys’s hand tightening. The yeses devolve to moans when Emrys picks up his thrusts again. The moans turn to screams as he keeps going.
“Taking it so good,” Emrys gets out, chasing his high. Aerin orgasms again, her pussy pulsing around him like a vice. When Emrys pushes through and continues his punishing pace, Aerin screams once more, incoherent in her words, eyes rolling back, legs trembling. Seconds after she stops, Malice roars and Emrys knows he found his release, but his entire focus is on his gorgeous Alpha below him.
Aerin’s eyes flutter open. She looks absolutely wrecked, sated in the best possible way. Her hand tightens on his once again. “Cum, Emrys,” she says softly. Those soft words are what tumble him down, the flames crest and everything in his body releases as he cums inside of his Alpha.
He’s certain now—he’s never felt anything better in his life.
43
AERIN
Waking the next morning, Aerin finds herself in a cocoon of blankets with Emrys’s arms around her. She scans the room, something inside of her settling when she sees Malice asleep in the chair next to the bed. The same one he sat in last night.
Having Emrys fuck her while Malice watched was the most erotic thing Aerin has ever experienced. She flexes her muscles, finding herself delightfully sore. At her rustling, Emrys shifts. Aerin admires him. Last night he’d been carnal, like an animal in the best way. But now he’s peaceful in his sleep, soft, with a kindness Aerin wants to protect fiercely. She brushes hair back from his forehead and lets her fingers dance along his cheekbones.
“Good morning, Alpha,” he murmurs into her palm, kissing it gently.
After he thoroughly fucked her at Malice’s orders, the three of them showered. They treated Aerin like porcelain, washing and caressing her. Malice got her food and water to combat her inevitable hangover before tucking the two of them into bed. Aerin remembers falling asleep in this exact position.
She looks over to the chair again, and Malice’s haunting blue eyes are trained on her. He stands, closing the space between them and briefly laying a kiss on the top of her head.
“Our meeting is in three hours,” he murmurs to her. Then he’s gone.
Two hourslater Aerin meets Malice at the front gates of the Royal Village. Images of their time together last night, how he looked like a king sitting on his throne, how he tasted her on Emrys’s fingers and moaned like it was the best thing he’s ever had, spur to the forefront of Aerin’s mind. Other thoughts too, like how she begged for him to join them, more than once.
He denied her every time.
Aerin’s attempts to cast the thoughts out are futile, especially with the male right in front of her, looking as delicious as ever. Right now, she needs to be the Aerin who ensures nothing goes wrong. Who can manipulate information out of a fellow Alpha. Someone who is both charming and threatening.
She works on swallowing everything else down, carefully placing it deep inside of her. Locked away. Forgotten.
Malice doesn’t offer Aerin any sort of greeting beyond pushing open the front gates. She steps through them as a Princess and steps out as just another ice Fae with a fellow Fae at her side.
Saying nothing at the new skin he wears, Malice moves with Aerin through the crowds in silence. Aerin does her best not to hyper focus on him. Instead, she threads her hand through his and gives it a tentative squeeze. He looks over at her, his normally blue eyes brown in this form.
“Yes, Princess?” he murmurs so lowly only Aerin can hear him.
“We’re okay?”
Malice nods. “We have a lot to discuss, but yes. We are okay.” He squeezes her hand back in reassurance, out of his usually rigid character. Aerin nods and lets her hand fall from his.
