A God bond may not tether us, but there’s a draw to my beast. I feel like I’m waiting for something else—more. What it is, I can’t say.
Unable to forget about the desperate fae prince also on the bed, watching us, I turn my head, eyeing him.
“I want what you promised me before.”
His violet eyes gleam with mischief. “Are you sure?” He’s asking Gideon more than me. The wolf shifter pushes his chest off my body, our lower halves still firmly locked as he sits up, nodding to give his permission.
Finally, I get to taste the sweet summer pine of Rivern trickling down my throat.
With both of them filling me, everything feels right in the world. There is a dark string pulling at my heart, though—one that won’t let me go. And as much as I try, I can’t forget abouthim.
The stamina of these two males is too much for my poor human body. I’m out of it, somewhere between my eighth and ninth orgasm. For the most part, I was knotted, but that only made the orgasms stronger. Rivern also got his wish of painting my body with his cum.
When I wake up for the second time in the jiggling clamshell bed, it is with two large males curled around me. I am content for the first time—maybe the only rhythm in my life. Still, I have a niggling, Fury-sized tether tugging me in his direction, telling me something or someone is missing.
Iignoreit.
I ignorehim.
We are back at the table, my clothes no longer askew, and I’m being fed more of the delicious orange balls while I’m perched on Rivern’s knee. Gideon sits opposite us, gazing at me like he would rather eat me. At his curled lips, I can’t help but smile back, his eyes smouldering me down to the tips of my toes.
“So, when do we have to put this show on for Her Majesty?” I ask.
Both males are quiet for a beat, Rivern speaking first.
“Anytime she summons us. Maybe if we are lucky, it’s not what we think. What if she only wants us to act out different animals, or an epic drama between fighting kingdoms?”
I swallow before I’m ready, and Gideon holds some small type of dead fish before his mouth. Choking on my insufficiently chewed food, I cough, letting it go down harshly. My eyes water.
“I really don’t think she wants us to play mock dramas for her like we are puppets. The tone of her voice was pretty clear. And what of Moyrie?”
Moyrie still hasn’t come back to the room. Rivern and Gideon told me that a mer ushered her away earlier when the food arrived. Perhaps Calypso and Moyrie have been talking about breeding strategies. However, I really doubt that, considering they can’t communicate.
Alarm bells are ringing, but there’s not much we can do. This is the plan, and I’m determined to push forward. We have gotten the hard part out of the way…Gideon and I had sex.
I should really look into a pregnancy prevention tonic when we get back to Haven. Babies are not on the cards at the moment. We are going to be heading into a hostile situation with the Kingdom of Haven. I have no doubt he won’t go down without a fight. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I realise I can’t use Saff to blow him up in his manor. The king has many villagers working for him—innocent people.
Killing innocents is not on the agenda.
While I’m deep in thought, they come to fetch us.
Time’s up.
I expect them to usher us into a bedroom, but instead, we find ourselves back in the throne room.Maybe we are putting on somedramatic rendition of court intrigue, like Rivern was suggesting? Or a spicy version, at least.
Queen Calypso sits on her rock throne while Moyrie stands beside her with a bowl of those delicious orange balls. I’m salivating at the thought of the orbs. They’re oddly addictive.
We stop before the throne, my small entourage bowing before the dais. “Queen Calypso, where would you like us?” I ask, trying to ascertain what she might want of us.
“I see you are well rested. Especially you, beige one.” She points her finger at me. I take it as a compliment.
“Yes, Your Majesty. Your accommodation and the food were exactly what we needed.”
“Perfect.” She claps her hands together before cutting straight to the point. “Stay where you are. I want to see you kiss the big beast this time.” She looks almost giddy at the prospect. My head swivels to the side where the beast in question is towering over me.
“She wants us to kiss,” I inform my wolf.
He grumbles something under his breath.
