She was the center of the pile, the calm at the heart of the storm, and no one had to sleep alone tonight. Her arms draped around fur and heat. Her heart beat in time with theirs. Shewas theirs now, claimed on every level. And as their fur brushed against her skin, something in her soul sighed and curled around the weight of all that had been said, all that had been oathed. Not magic this time. Not sex. Just peace. The kind that didn’t drift away with sleep or sex, the kind that stayed.
Their solemn vows had shifted the routines and schedules of her life into a mosaic of belonging, a puzzle box only her men knew how to solve, how to lock again, how to reconfigure from one pattern to the next.
Chapter 10
The routine was grounding the next day. Kenny’s blowjob in the shower, Boone fucking her over his bed, inserting the hated egg and plug, breakfast, Silas and his damned list — this morning his belt to her spread-wide pussy, as many strikes as he could manage in two minutes, followed by an assfucking.
Chores, working out, lunch with Kenny, blowing him under his desk while he ate, another assfucking.
Grocery shopping, time to read and escape into a book, and then Silas returning home, fucking her ass minutes after he walked in the door.
It was an anchor of normality in a crazy, magical world.
When Kenny took her upstairs for her orgasm denial training, he looked at her a few moments after he had her bound with her legs spread, the Jennings gag holding her mouth impossibly wide.
“I tried this last night and it didn’t work. Let’s see if it works when you’re forced open physically. Close your eyes and empty your mind. No sex yet. Relax. Nothing will happen until your eyes are open again.”
She closed her eyes and heard Kenny’s voice in her head.
I love you, my needy little cunt.
Her eyes flew open, and she said, “I love you too, Sir. Can I talk back?”
“Try.”
It was an order, so she thought at him,I love you even when you don’t let me come, Sir.
He laughed. “Okay, wiseass. Time to get started.”
And with that, his fingers spread her pussy, his other hand manipulated her clit, and her job was to try to keep her arousal levels from sprinting out of control, barreling over the edge into an orgasm.
She was beyond grumpy when she went downstairs, and she grabbed potatoes and started slicing them.
She figured Kenny was telepathing Silas to explain she’d been shocked three fucking times because she hadn’t been able to hold her orgasms back.
Damn. She thought she almost had it.
“It’s the magic,” Silas said. “Fucks with control a little. Once everything stabilizes, you’ll be okay. Orgasm training through this is good. It’ll help you figure it out.”
“Why aren’t the three of you having to figure it out, Sir?”
“Kenny holds way more than this, and I took a much bigger hit when I was oathed in as beta. Practice makes perfect.”
“Where’s Boone?”
“Working on a surprise for you,” Kenny said, stepping into the kitchen.
“That’s what he’s doing. Not where he is, Sir.”
“It’s the only answer you’re getting.”
She sighed and cut the potatoes at a more reasonable speed.
Boone led her outside after dinner, and she jumped on him and threw her arms and legs around him when she saw what he’d done.
Hay bales were a hundred yards behind the house, and he showed her the stacks of paper targets that went on them.
By the following week, she had a regular archery time penciled into the family calendar, which meant time alone with Boone, or sometimes the others, when they had time to watch.
