“It is never good to keep our queen waiting, Lancelot,” was all he said as he nodded in our direction.
“Do you not wish to join?” Lancelot asked, his brows furrowing as he seemed torn between wanting to dive into the foray and also his deference for his king.
“No,” I said, lifting my head from where it was tucked into the crook of Bedivere’s neck. “Arthur likes to watch, right, Husband?”
Arthur’s smile was wry. “Lancelot, it seems our packmates are doing a poor job of distracting our omega—what will you do with such a cheeky mouth?”
Lancelot got onto his knees and scooted over to where we were on the edge of the bed.
As he approached, Bedivere’s hips snapped up roughly, causing me to gasp and reminding me that we were still very much in the middle of things.
“Lie back,” Lancelot told Gawain who complied easily, his back hitting the nest and taking me and Bedivere with him, bringing my face level with Lancelot’s stiff length that stood out proudly from his hips.
“Taste him, Guinevere,” Arthur ordered softly, making it clear who was really running things even if he wasn’t touching any of us. The command in his voice sent a shudder of pleasure through me as Bedivere’s grip on my hips was almost bruising.
I opened my mouth obediently—eagerly even—and stared up at Lancelot’s face as he fed me his length.
It tasted of flesh and smelled of him. Sharp, citrusy bergamot filled my nose and for a moment I was lost to it before the two alphas inside of me began to move again.
What followed was sheer sensory overload. The ricochet of their pleasure through the bond and the tandem thud of our heartbeats filling my ears was all I knew as I began to tighten around Gawain and Bedivere, the first of many orgasms to come.
Time began to meld together after that.
Sometimes when I became lucid one alpha was inside of me while another fed me water with their mouth.
Other times we all lay in a heap, just like I had once imagined we would.
When I finally seemed to come down from the high of my heat, I was in Arthur’s arms and he was lazily leaning against the headboard as I continued to roll my hips, seeking to eke out just a little bit more from him.
“You have run us ragged, little queen,” he joked softly as he glanced over at the alphas around us who were all softly snoring.
“It isn’t enough yet,” I told him, my voice coming out in a pathetic little whine.
“Shall we head to the baths then? Maybe the water will soothe you,” he said as he lifted me off of his cock.
I wanted to protest, to insist he stick his knot inside of me before we left so that I could feel close to him, but one quelling look from him kept me from complaining out loud.
Gently he wrapped me in a robe and pulled one over his own shoulders which were covered in bite marks that I couldn’t remember making.
Arthur, seeing where my gaze was drifting, just grinned. “For every bond mark we gave you, love, you gave us tenfold.”
My face warmed as I looked over the rest of our sleeping pack and found that there were little teeth marks marring their backs and arms.
“They asked for them, Guinevere,” Arthur reassured me as he lifted me up in his arms. “Begged for them even.”
The castle was dead quiet as we walked through the corridors. I wasn’t sure just how much time had passed since the day of the almost-execution, but I was pretty sure it had been at least a few days—though even that was just a hazy memory of the sun rising and falling.
The bathing room corridor was similarly empty save for the purple robed figure perched on the stool that normally belonged to the night guard.
“Merlin!” I gasped with surprise as he stood, his eyes taking in my rumpled appearance.
“Did you miss me?” he asked cheekily, though I could see that the man was nervous judging by the way he shifted from foot-to-foot.
I looked over at Arthur, my question clear on my face.
“I called for him, little queen,” he told me, pressing a kiss to my temple. “It is time you two came together—if that is still what you both wish?”
I knew how I felt. I wanted Merlin just as much as I wanted any of the alphas in my pack.
