Wild all but snatched his candle back and shuffled away without being told.
Then came Sea.
I expected another big speech, but he just said, “My name is Owen, True King of the Irish Wolves and Ruler of the Secret Kingdom.”
“Owen,” I repeated. Later, I’d find out that his version of the name was actually spelled Eoin. But that night, I told him, “That’s the perfect name for you.”
He grinned and began to hold up his candle — only to suddenly stop and say, “It was always you missing from my life. Always you meant to tame my mate-starved wolf. I’ve known you — I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. Thank you for having me.”
“Thank you for being patient with me,” I answered, my voice shaking with emotion. Then I leaned in to confess, “You know, I only ran because I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on until the spring. Even then, I was falling in love with you.”
“I'm aware,” he assured me with a gentle smile.
With those heartfelt statements out of the way, he held up his candle. “Will you blow out this light and trust me to guide your way?”
I blew out the candle before he was even done.
And somehow, I knew exactly what to say next. “My name is Naomi Hamilton of the Canadian Wölfennites. Will you three kings have me as your queen?”
“Absolutely yes,” Aidan assured me while Wild and Eoin said something in Gaelic that my mate bond with Sea translated as“Most certainly on my life yes.”
I was beginning to understand why my mother always comprehended what my Ghanaian father said, even when he spoke to her in his native Ga language.
Standing there under the full moon, I realized I wasn’t an outsider anymore. The rituals, the vows, the names — all of it had drawn me deeper into their world. Into our world. And I knew that I was ready to take my place as their queen.
We walked back to the house in full moonlit silence, and Sea took my hand to lead me up the stairs.
I thought Wild had been joking when he said I needed a week more of practice before I’d be able to take all three of them, but that night, I came to understand that there had been a plan in place all along.
Wild shed his tunic first and beckoned me forward.
But when I tried to disrobe, Eoin said, “No, Naomi, leave it on. This is a replication of the bridal dress of Mairi. What the every Irish Wolf queen has worn on the night of the true name ritual since her sons took over the three Irish sire lines.”
Okay… I soon learned why my dress hadn’t been belted with agolden braid like their three outfits when I lifted the loose fabric to settle myself down on Wild’s already straining length.
His side of the mate bond was still turnedoff, but Aidan’s and Eoin’s desire was enough to ensure I was fully wet when I sank down, my sex easily swallowing his length.
“Good job, beauty.” Wild cupped a hand behind my neck and pulled me forward for a passionate kiss as Aidan lubed me up from behind.
I moaned against Wild’s lips as the Dublin King pushed into my tightest space, and soon he was inside of me, too.
Last came Eoin. He pulled me out of my kiss with Wild, about as lovingly as one could, while putting a huge dong in your face.
But I opened my jaw as wide as possible to take him in my mouth. Then, Aidan and Wild began to move on both sides of me.
It was like nothing — nothing in life I’d ever experienced before. Giving Eoin pleasure while Aidan and Wild stroked into me with singular intent.
Soon, I discovered an easier way to open your mouth even further when dealing with what Aidan insisted on referring to as “Sea’s proper monster cock.”
A new, dangerous orgasm began to build inside of me.
Threatening…
Threatening…
Until everything inside of me imploded: my nerves, my hearing, my entire mind.
My jaw unhinged further, and I drew Eoin even deeper into my throat as I screamed into my climax.
