Yes, Aidan had definitely grown accustomed to sharing.
When Wild’s dreams woke us again in the wee hours of Day 5, I didn’t bother keeping it down and could feel Aidan’s hooded stare as Wild rutted me with one leg folded under mine like a tree lizard.
But Aidan wasn’t Sea.
Instead of quietly taking his turn, he shifted me on my side to face Wild and hooked one of my legs over his arm. Presenting his fellow king with a lewd picture as he stroked into me without even having to line up.
“Payback,”he informed the both of us over the bond as he smearedWild’s spend all over my greedy little clit while moving inside of me.
Needless to say, watching me orgasm with my body full open on another king’s dick woke Wild up.
“Get the lube. It’s my turn,” Wild growled, though Aidan still hadn’t come.
I didn’t grasp the meaning, but Aidan did. He withdrew and rolled over to fetch the bottle of lube, which he’d apparently stashed in the nightstand drawer.
With a lazy flip of his hand, he tossed it to Wild, then turned me over to gather me close so that my breasts were fully smushed into his chest as he slid back inside of me.
When he hooked my leg over his body this time, it was for a completely different reason.
Wild was bigger than Aidan, and I whimpered when he entered me from behind.
His turn.
But, I quickly got used to the sensation of being filled by the two kings who used to full-out hate each other.
“Mmm!”It felt like being fed the most decadent midnight snack, and I turned my head back and forth to sleepily kiss both of them while they moved inside of me in perfect synchronization.
Sadly, my mind couldn’t keep up with my lustful body. I passed out with both of them still hard inside of me…
… and woke up to Sea carrying me to the shower to make things “fair.”
And by fair, he meant reclaiming me from behind while he heldthe new detachable showerhead Aidan had installed directly over my sex.
“Let me clean this dirty gash,”he offered without any judgement at all in his teasing voice.
Joke was on him, a new orgasm rumbled through me, which, oops, only made it dirtier.
By Day 6, I learned that the only way to truly get clean was to soak my aching body in a bath. Alone.
“But how will we handle everything after it’s time to leave this house?” I asked over another late breakfast.
A flicker of anxiety stirred in the pit of my stomach. This extremely intimate connection was amazing now, but what about when we were out in the real world? Could we truly return to normal life after this?
“Even with Wild’s side of the bond turned off, this is completely crazy, and we can’t keep these kinds of hours when the heat moon is done, right?”
An exchanged look between the three Irish Kings.
Over the course of our heat moon, we’d had many more important mealtime conversations, including how to handle the Scottish Wolves and my sister.
But “the story for another time” and most everything else was pushed to after the heat moon.
The other brides and I would send letters to the Scottish kingdom and our families in Canada with assurances that we were better than okay after the heat moon.
We would consult with Astrid and discuss living arrangements forwhat could possibly become our family of seven after the heat moon.
How did same-sex she-wolf relationships work in terms of heat?
“Ah, well, you’ll have to ask Astrid and Frey about that after the heat moon,” Sea answered.
