The men switch positions again, and I close my eyes, wanting to intensify everything I’m feeling. Not a moment passes when I don’t have at least three hands on my body, offering comfort and pleasure. Most often, all six of their hands are touching me at once.
Hands move my head onto a pillow, while others raise my legs and split them apart. Palms and fingers caress the sensitive skin on my thighs and behind my knees.
The warmth of Tynan’s body presses against one side of me, Saxon presses against my other side, and their scents swirl together around me as their body heat penetrates my skin.
Zogar’s hands alight on my belly, his fingers span my ribcage, and his thumbs stroke up and down the center.
I pull in shuddering breaths, absorbing the gentle touches, and the love I feel all around me.
“Open your eyes, my queen.” Zogar’s voice is quiet but commanding.
I do as he asks. My husband’s kneeling between my spread legs, his huge cock rigid and ready, and my insides ache with need, even though I’ve just been thoroughly satisfied by both Saxon and Tynan.
“Tonight, I make a new vow to you, my queen.” He looks so serious it almost worries me. “I make a vow to you all.” His gaze darts quickly toward Tynan and Saxon, lying on their sides next to me.
“Rosomon, my love,” Zogar says. “I have already vowed to protect you. Tonight, I vow to protect all those you love. I am your husband, but from this day forward, I accept these men as my peers. For as long as they continue to bring you happiness, we will love you together.”
Saxon and Tynan shift against me and both declare their undying love, softly against my ears.
“Let this act tonight symbolize our unity and devotion.” Zogar positions his cock at my entrance, and pleasure ripples through me as my body opens for his girth.
The expression in his eyes is so intense, it’s like he’s reading my mind, just as he does when I’m on his pommel.
“I love you,” I say on a shallow exhale. “I love you all. So much.” I glance around, making eye contact with each of the men.
Zogar leans over, bracing his hands on the other men’s shoulders, and then slowly, he pushes inside me.
My shallow breaths grow even more rapid and ragged, as the unique but delicious recipe of pain and pleasure mixes in my body to create a magic only Zogar’s rod can. But as he works himself deeper, I realize the recipe of tonight’s act has a different flavor. With all three of us together, we’ve made a richer, deeper concoction.
Zogar presses so deeply inside me all the air leaves my chest, and the other two men’s bodies squeeze against me from the sides. Zogar is leaning close now, leaving little space between his body and mine, and I realize he must be reaching right over the other men to rest his hands on the mattress. His strong arms are binding the four of us tightly together.
Saxon and Tynan stroke my face and my body, as Zogar begins to thrust.
His speed and intensity build, and I can’t begin to breathe properly. Short puffs of air escape my lips, carrying notes of pleasure to accompany each of his thrusts.
My ears detect sounds from Saxon and Tynan. My mind is unable to translate their words, but their meaning is as clear as the sentiment behind Zogar’s earlier vow, and his deep, firm thrusts right now.
These men love me. Theyalllove me.
Growing up, I felt like nothing. Like I would never have a true purpose or be of any value in this world. But these men helped me find my purpose. They helped me reach for what I want.
And with these three men I know that I’m valued. I am truly fulfilled. I am safe and loved.
CHAPTER 71
Saxon
Surath stands at the head of the large table in the dragon camp’s dining room—the neutral ground chosen for this committee’s meetings. Not one sovereign who sits at this table held their crown last year. The ones who bent the knee to King Lancet, Tynan’s father, were relieved of their crowns.
It’s been a challenge to find a trustworthy representative for each kingdom, especially the ones were no members of the royal family remained alive, but Zogar and Rosomon travelled to each kingdom and met with those who remained.
Rosomon argued that the kingdoms with no clear heir should be allowed to send more than one member to this committee, at least until a sovereign is named, and that the newly crowned sovereigns should be able to bring advisors.
Surath agreed, with the stipulation that each kingdom has but one single vote on key matters.
Surath’s blood red hair swirls around her as she commands the attention of the close to twenty people around the table, andmagic tingles in my palms. My magic is so much closer to the surface these days, and Surath is willing to fly me through the veil, if ever I feel it waning.
“I call to order the eleventh meeting of the Reformation Committee,” Surath says.
