"They’ll try to separate us," Rhex said, his tone darkening. He finally stopped pacing, coming to stand directly before me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. "They’ll claim you’re illegal, unregistered. They’ll say we’ve been compromised by an amplifier omega acting against the kingdom’s interests. They’ll take you away, and they’ll never let you near us again."
The thought sent ice through my veins despite the alcohol’s warmth. Not fear for myself, though that was present too, but something deeper, more primal. The idea of being separated from these three men, from this perfect balance we’d discovered together, felt like contemplating the amputation of a limb.
"It would have to be unanimous," Kael said quietly, watching my face with that penetrating gaze. "All three of us, and you, incomplete agreement. There can be no coercion in this, Nyx. The choice must be yours as much as ours."
I looked between them again… these three men who had been strangers days ago and now felt more essential than breath. The Bond hummed between us, connecting four points with invisible lines of energy. "And the bite itself? What does that entail?"
Something shifted in Rhex’s expression, not quite discomfort, but a momentary break in his usual intensity. "It’s necessary," he admitted, his voice rougher than usual. "But it can be… painful. The skin at the back of the neck is sensitive. Three bites in succession, even more so."
My stomach tightened at his words, old fears rising unbidden. Pain had been a constant companion in Lady Morvane’s household… not always physical, but present nonetheless. The thought of willingly accepting it, even for necessary reasons, made something inside me recoil.
Rhex must have scented my fear. His expression softened, the battle-hardened warrior giving way to something gentler, more careful.
"It doesn’t have to be that way," he said, reaching out slowly to brush a strand of hair from my face. The contact sent electricity skittering across my skin, the Bond amplifying even this simple touch into something profound. "With proper preparation, you’d feel so much pleasure that you’d barely notice the pain."
"Preparation?" I repeated, the word emerging more breathless than I’d intended.
Prince Silas stepped closer, his gaze carrying that new warmth that had transformed his analytical gaze into something both perceptive and compassionate. "The claiming bite is traditionally part of a larger bonding ritual," he explained. "Not just functional, but intimate. Sacred."
The word hung between us, weighted with meaning beyond its syllables. Sacred. Not a term I’d ever associated with my omega nature, with the body Lady Morvane had taught me was defective, wrong, something to be hidden and suppressed.
"We would make it as pleasurable as possible for you," Kael said, his voice dropping to that lower register that seemed to vibrate directly through my bones. "All of us, together. The way it’s meant to be."
I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how the atmosphere in the room had shifted. The air felt thicker, charged with potential that made my skin prickle with awareness. The Bond between us pulsed stronger, responding to the change in all four of us simultaneously.
"Yes," I heard myself say, the decision made somewhere deeper than conscious thought. "I choose this. I choose all of you."
The princes moved with that perfect synchronicity again, forming a loose circle around me without touching, without crowding. Creating space that invited rather than demanded.
Silas approached first, his movements deliberate but gentle. "May I help you?" he asked, gesturing toward my elaborate gown. The garment that now felt too constraining, too formal for what was about to happen between us.
I nodded, turning slightly to allow him access to the hidden closures at the back. His fingers were warm against my skin as he worked, each button coming undone with careful precision. I felt the fabric loosen, felt cool air kiss newly exposed skin with each opening. The gown slipped from my shoulders under his guidance, pooling at my feet in a whisper of expensive fabric.
I stood before them in only the thin slip beneath, suddenly aware of my body in ways I’d never been permitted to be before. Not as a burden to hide or a defect to minimize, but as something worthy of the reverent attention now focused on it.
Kael moved next, approaching from the front while Silas remained behind me. His hand cupped my face with such deliberate gentleness that tears sprang unexpectedly to my eyes.
"Beautiful," he murmured, the word carrying no artifice, no calculation. Simple truth, spoken by a man who trafficked primarily in certainties. "You’ve been denied so much, for so long. We want to give it back to you, Nyx. Everything that should have been yours by right."
His lips met mine in a kiss that started gently but quickly deepened, heat blooming between us as the Bond amplified every point of contact. Behind me, Silas’s hands settled on my hips, steadying me as my knees threatened to buckle. His lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, the contact drawing a sound from my throat that was swallowed by Kael’s continuing kiss.
Rhex approached last, dropping to his knees before me with a grace that belied his massive size. His hands slid up my calves, over my knees, coming to rest on my thighs with careful pressure that asked rather than demanded. I nodded, unable to form words as sensation overwhelmed me from three directions at once.
His touch trailed higher, pushing the hem of my slip upward as he went. When his mouth met the inside of my thigh, hot and precise, I gasped against Kael’s lips, my body arching involuntarily into the contact.
What followed was unlike anything I’d experienced before… three sets of hands, three mouths, three distinct approaches to pleasure converging on a single purpose. Kael controlled the pace, his touch authoritative but never demanding, while Silas attended to details the others might miss, finding sensitive spots I hadn’t known existed. And Rhex… Rhex approached pleasure with the same focused intensity he brought to everything, hispowerful body surprisingly gentle as he worshipped rather than claimed.
They guided me to Kael’s massive bed, the sheets cool against my heated skin as they laid me down with coordinated care. My slip disappeared somewhere in the transition, leaving me bare beneath their still-clothed bodies. The contrast should have made me feel vulnerable. Instead, it felt like being the sole focus of a concentrated devotion I’d never dreamed possible.
Silas kissed a path down my stomach, his precise attention making each touch feel like a discovery. Rhex lavished attention on my breasts, his scarred hands surprisingly deft as they cupped and caressed. Kael reclaimed my mouth, swallowing the sounds I couldn’t suppress as pleasure built in waves that crested higher with each passing moment.
When Silas’s mouth found the center of me, I cried out against Kael’s lips, my body arching off the bed with the intensity of sensation. He worked with meticulous precision, each stroke of his tongue calibrated for maximum effect, while Rhex’s attention to my breasts created counterpoints of pleasure that had me gasping, trembling.
The first climax took me by surprise… a sudden cresting of sensation that shattered me into countless fragments of pure feeling. I broke away from Kael’s kiss on a cry that seemed torn from somewhere deeper than my throat, my body arching, surrendering to pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming.
Before I could fully recover, before the aftershocks had even subsided, they shifted positions with that same perfect coordination. Rhex moved lower, replacing Silas, while Silas claimed my mouth with kisses that tasted of my own pleasure. Kael’s hands replaced Rhex’s on my breasts, his touch different but equally effective at building the tension that had barely begun to ease.
Time lost meaning. There were only these three points of contact, three sources of pleasure, and three men focused entirely on my response. When the second climax claimed me, stronger than the first, I thought nothing could possibly intensify the experience.
