Holy… I could feel the pull of her cunt as Wild rutted her. Desperate and needy as she mewled underneath him.
“DON’T YE DARE TOUCH YERSELVES!”
I didn’t realize my hand had moved toward the bulge between my legs until Wild’s voice boomed into my mind. Beside me, Dublin also pulled his hand back.
Apparently, the City King wasn’t as over watching others claim his queen as he thought —
“Too soon! Too soon! Fuck, too soon!”
Wild’s inner protest was all the warning I got before a sharp electric feeling shot through my cock.
Him releasing.
I was still hard as steel, but Wild’s relief washed over me like a tide.
Wild
… followed immediately by shame.
I was spent, but our Flower hadn’t found her release yet. Her drenched cunt was still quivering around me, grasping at my deflating length.
I pulledout. Fuck.
Naomi
I didn’t understand why he pulled out so soon. Or the ugly emotions now flowing from his side of our bond.
“Wild, are you…”My eyes pooled with tears as my core clenched air. “Are you punishing me again?”
“No, no, I’m sorry, Flower,”he crooned into my head, even as he pulled out of me. “I’m so very sorry.”
His regret washed over me, along with his sincere apology. But then, a new steely resolve suddenly replaced his guilt. “But I promise ye this…”
Sea
Wild flipped our mate onto her back and began removing her boots, underwear, and leggings as he made her a vow. “It won’t happen again this heat moon. You will always come first. Your three kings are going to make sure of it, over and over again. We won’t stop until you beg us to.”
My length dripped at the idea, and I slid Dublin a sideways look. But he’d muted his side of the bond, and the expression on his face was unreadable. I couldn’t tell how he felt about Wild making four-way promises on his behalf.
Perhaps that indecision was why Wild called Dublin forward instead of me. “Come, City King,” he commanded, beckoning him over to the table.
Naomi
I shivered when Wild ran a hand over the seam of my pulsing sex, now wet with his spend and my unmet need.
But my heart stopped when Wild commanded, “Clean her up. And don’t stop until she comes all over yer face.”
I broke free from my lust daze to say out loud, “No, Wild, not again. Don’t make him.”
Sea
I answered in full voice before Wild could. “There will be no making him, Mairinua.”
I turned my gaze to Dublin, my chest hardening with the same resolve as Wild’s. “Either he’s in this with us, or he can spend our heat moon locked away in another closet.”
Dublin
It had been a loo, but Sea's meaning wasn’t lost on me.
